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  • At a passing glance

    • Gender: Male
    • Race:
      Some sort of Lizard Dog
      Psychical features were right in line with that of a Western Dragon; horns that sprout from his skull, over his ears, swoop down and back almost Ram-like. Overlapping plated scales cover the top of his stubby snout, the top sides of his fingers, down his spinal column, as well as knees to hocks. There were more scales but those could not be readily seen.
    • Height: Looks like 5'7"
    • Complexion: Ivory base, Maroon/Burgundy markings, Coal border accents.
    • Eyes:
      Brows sag so much that they can't be easily seen
      Golden with a sunburst splash of Maroon outlaying thin vertical-slit pupils
    • Visible Scars:
      Sure you want to look THAT close?
      Dental; Missing left incisors (top & bottom), left upper lateral & 1 central incisor, 1 lower lateral incisor. Flesh; a healed gash at his right hand, a chunk missing from the tip of the right ear.
    • Body Type:
      Hard to distinguish through his general selection of bagy clothing
      Ecto-meso Morph
    • Clothing:
      Formal
      A hybrid of metal and leather armour.
      Body: Wrought Iron breastplate plated with Black Steel and edged with gold (Lightweight and piercing protection.); thin-breathable leather tunic binds the pieces together. Passion Red open-faced capelet draped over his shoulders.

      Legs: Passion Red edged in golden silk sash and mid-leg length Coal Black woven wool trousers lined with perforated leather inside for warmth. Outward thigh regions were fitted with a similar armour to that of his breastplate.

      Feet: Simple yet thick Black silk gauze wrapped from his toes to mid-tibia. The underside of his entire foot lined with leather for that added protection among the many types of land he'd trek.
      Causal/Lounging
      When not 'dressed for success' and doing political things (or if it's actually warm out), he resorts to something a little more sporty and loose fitting for the utmost comfort.
      Body: Generally a lite silken tunic or cotton, depending on location and season. Colours of said tunics were generally deep shades of solid colours with contrasting stitching for that extra touch of style.

      Legs: Knickerbockers were always precedence and range in colour from beige to mavrik, to coal. It was very rare that he'd wear a kilt or even highwaters.

      Feet: Often times, he'll go bare if indoors for a prolonged period of time and sometimes even outdoors if the land is soft enough to not bother his pads.
      Travel
      Generally only consisting of his signature hooded obsidian shawl, edged with golden silks. His nation's Coat-of-Arms proudly enriched on the backside. The thing was heavy and lined with the pelt of a Black Ursa.
      Jewelry & Accessories
      Not being one for glitter-n-trinkets, what little jewels and accessories he wore were given to him as something deeply commemorative. These held no financial value to him. However, highwaymen would argue differently if they saw such quality in craftsmenship...
      Hands: On both hands, worn on both the index and middle fingers were finely crafted golden Finger Armour. The two at his right hand, forged to a sharp point, could literally be used as a means of defence; while the left two were merely decorations and chained to his psynergy band. Additionally, the ring finger of his right-hand rests an aged and battered pure white gold wedding band that appears to have never been removed even once.

      Tiamat's Cry (walking staff): Pure hardened obsidian said to be crafted in thee very flames from The Queen of all Dragons. The staff was exactly 6'1" and its headpiece was a malachite Western Dragon's head with the highest quality cut topaz gems for eyes. Massive quad horns staggered outward like a fan and large yet uniform teeth were clearly visible and fierce as its mouth hanged open frozen in time; an eternal fearsome and mighty roar.



    Accompanying this draconic look was a weird and tangy stench; especially when he'd breathe in your general direction, it became stronger! It smelled like something similar to high octane petroleum...


    These are the things that the masses see and/or assume as they simply pass him by.

    Dressed in lavish obsidian robes and cloak that both blazed in his wake, edged with golden accents and blood red sash; the colours of his home and nation while the coat-of-arms largely hand-embroidered on the back of the cloak. The multitude of royal looking attire made him appear much beefier than what he really was yet his terribly hunched posture has forced him to often rely upon his 6ft obsidian walking staff which dawned some very special and awe-inspiring craftsmanship to the head of it.

  • Meet-n-Greet

    A glance his direction could only tell so much about him. Perhaps you engage in conversation with him and find out that he can be goofy and cheerful.
    You'll never know until you ask...
    • Age: 112
    • Race: Kragon
    • Weight: 53.07kg (117lb)
    • Handedness: Ambidextrous - primarily right handed
    • Scars:
      Not visible but if asked...
      Slash across the back from right shoulder to left waist, multiple stab wounds to the abdominal, crater in left chest/pectrol, old bite wounds on the inner and rearward right thigh and calf
    • Relationship Status:
      Married
      - 73rd anniversary


    However, doing so just might be the death of your ears! He loves to brag on, and on about his grandchildren and what little angels they are. Otherwise, even an idle conversation over some astounding tea would suffice just fine as well.
    Porsche enjoys the simple things life has to offer him now. His days of a warrior were long since gone but he still musters the strength to travel when and where possible. Who knows, he may be headed to a pier near you!


    But, perhaps you've heard of him before? He's not very well known, if at all, in the mainlands and to those who do know him personally will likely have some heartfelt things to say about him.
    Maybe you've heard it through the grapevine?
    • Personality: Head-strong, observant/listener, considerate, informative, intellectual, passionate, honorable/dependable, fearless, pleasing, lively unconditional.
    • Likes: His wife, his children, telling of tales (story time), adventure, exploration, acquiring new and helpful knowledge, bragging about his grandchildren, sparring, TEA!!!, napping, hands-on projects.
    • Dislikes: Slavery, bigots, segregation, rumor mills & grapevines
    • LOATHS: Blatant injustice, oppression



    ...& getting more than you bargained for
    • Birth Sign: Mars
    • Profession: Emperor & Self-Appointed Diplomat
    • Alignment: Politically Neutral
    • Ailments & Handicaps: Petralitosis (Fetor Oris; The cause of the sour/tangy petrol scent due to his ability to breath fire), mild Post Traumatic Stress Dysfunction (PTSD), chronic coughing (by-product of Petralitosis)
    • Real Name:
      ???
      Porsche h. Duésnburg

  • Want to be apart of the story?

    For the sake of making things easier to initiate a scene with this character, I think I've come up with some pretty decent solutions in order to do so depending on how grand of involvement you'd like.


    For those merely wanting 'fat-chewing' involvement:

    You'll need some of the following info (Pick any... or all!):



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  • Theme Song

    What do you think this old kindred spirit sounds like when he passes the mind, hm? Maybe some Valkyrie themed percussion? Celtic arranged strings? Or gentile woodwinds sang in a whimsical yet mature harmonic melody?

    How about...
    © 2 Steps from Hell