A mighty example of the ancient Slaan Lords, a blue, froglike being who floats atop a disk-like throne. His voice, when he does speak, is a rumbling basso-profundo. He is adorned with magical items of great power, though appears to consider what most would call clothing beneath him, or perhaps merely unnecessary. His skin shimmers with a faint slimy layer, as magic would sparkle and glitter around him, occasionally flashing as though reacting to his surroundings. Between the bulk of his fat gut and his splayed thighs, a lurid, obscene length of slimy, flare-headed fuck-pole openly pulses. The member is rarely quiescent, rather it seems to almost demand the attention of onlookers by it's slimy erection, throbbing in time to his heartbeat. His bulk is staggering, his fat chest heaving with each breath that sends a quiver through his belly and sets his monster cock bouncing.

-OOC-
Name: Lord Brekeke
Apparent Age: ????

Eyes: Golden, slitted.
Skin: Slimy blue.
Hair: You're joking right?
Sex: Obscene, demanding, in your face.

~Lights~
Greens:
Vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, anal sex, sadism and masochism, bondage, degrading, throat-fucking and choking, worshipful sex, smeared mascara, sweat and slime clinging to skin, body worship, using magic to lift and grope, presiding over minion gangbangs, being the boss monster, bad ends for heroines and heroes, enslaving the weak-minded and willing.

Yellows:
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Red:
Permadeath
Breaking Server Rules and Regulations,
Getting out of his throne,
Random PVP.

!Feel free to send a tell, I'm much more chatty than he is!