Porcinius Blightgut

What Are Ya Buyin'

• Basic Info

  • Name: Porcinius Blightgut
  • Nicknames: Pork, 'Oh God, Not Again', 'That Thing', 'That Thing That Smells Like Shit'
  • Age: 4 years old (as an abomination)
  • Species: Undead Abomination
  • Birthplace: Unknown
  • Occupation: Master of Merchantry and Sovereign of Speechcraft!
  • Marital Status: Oh geez, this would be perfect
  • Languages: Can speak over 10 different dialects due to the amount of 'people' constituting his form
  • Height: 12'4"
  • Weight: 900 lbs.
  • Build: More fat than anyone should ever see in one place
  • Hair: Matted black patches, mostly missing
  • Eyes: Has three eyes, one being on his forehead; the left is brown, the middle is bright blue, and the right is white and clouded from injury
  • Skin/Markings: Innumerable scars, lacerations, and otherwise festering wounds are everpresent
  • Alignment: I can sell it!
  • Scent: I could try to explain this to you, but no amount of words will ever be able to truly convey the crime against nature that is his stench

• Detailed Information

  A monstrosity comprised of oozing viscera and putrid meat; the corpulent mountain easily exceeded twelve feet in height, undulating rolls of fatty flesh barely bound by dilapidated stitching that seemed to perpetually threaten the potential of rupture. Repugnant black trousers clung desperately to his blubbery legs, terminating at his knees with a jagged tear. His nose was absent from his ghastly visage, three eyes of varying hues haphazardly strewn about his profile. A fez rested upon his mutilated head, working in tandem with the filthy amalgam of goods that the fetid cadaver had hanging off his obese frame.