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Maximinius

"Ah, how good of you to accompany us, sweet Lady. With your skin as white as driven sea-spray, I feel reminiscent now. Come and sit. Tell me, what do you know of the great Sea-Wyrms?"

Social Rank: 7
Concept: Lustful Rakehell Lover of Northern Ladies
Fealty: Crownsworn
Family: House of Surging Waters
Gender: male
Marital Status: widowed
Age: 55
Birthday: 6/6
Religion: The Oceanic Lady and the Mountain Lord
Vocation: Knight
Height: average height
Hair Color: bald
Eye Color: gold
Skintone: jet black

Description: An older giant of a black man, with skin as dark as pitch. He is bald, his head like a huge boulder set atop the pyramidal muscular platform of his neck and bullish shoulders.His eyes are bright yellow and large, his nose wide and thick, his lips fleshy and thick,surrounding a large, expressive mouth with crooked, fang-like white teeth and a long, lewd, muscular pink tongue, drooling and rough and hot and wet.

     There is a gold ring in his nose as well.He has a short-shorn grey beard. Corpulent, replete with thick fat above his bulging musculature, his arms are as thick as young trees,capped with wide, thick-fingered hands. There is something luxurious yet obscene about his chest - his fatness has given him teats to rival those of his younger partners, bulging sacks of fat topped with thick black nipples like corks, pierced with golden rings. His belly thrusts out below like the bowsprit of a ship, shaking when he laughs. His buttocks are large, prominent curves, supplanting his wide hips and thighs. On his feet are leather boot-sandals, soft and supple.

     Except for a snug-fitting silken wrap for his nethers and his footwear, as well as a long golden sword like a beam of sunlight made solid, he has little else with him.

Personality: Gregarious and pleasing to a fault, calculating and sneering underneath, obstreperous and bubbling with misbegotton, seething, perverse lusts. He is a stern commander in the field of battle when called upon and wildly vicious when sallying forth in an attack. His base cunning makes him a good household servant.

Background: One of the mysterious travelers from the Southron realms, where it is hot and wet and rife with all manner of strange flora and fauna, Aureliand is the cast off black sheep of an industrious noble clan. Preferring a mercenary lifestyle to court intrigue, he set off on freebooting adventure as a young man, sailing about the middle seas with his crew. Upon rising to the top he then caught the eye of a strong and mighty warlord that chose him to lead raids and campaigns against his enemies. This took its toll. Disillusioned and older and much the worse for wear, Aureliand returned home, only to find it unrecognizable, his parents elderly, shambling wrecks who barely knew him. In disgust and despair he set off to the northlands to see what lies in these hallowed realms of lords, ladies, swords and sorcery.

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