Before you stands a massive slab of meat, muscle and bone,  the face of the beast is that out of childrens bogy-man stories, disfigured and horried, the eyes deep set in a neanderthual head, large brow and matted hair frame a face that only a mother could love.

Sarphon was born as slave, his hertiage ment that he could lift and pull massive amounts of weight, chained naight and day he did not breathe his first breath of fresh air till he arrived on the shores of Sinfar..

A boat, damaged by the seas and capsized by Sinfar's tide, sent everyone on it into the sea, Sarhpon washed ashore on a strange land, with strange people, and even stranger customs.

Did his owners survive? He does not know nor care...


Body :  what you see is what he is