"Faster!"

"Get me more chicken wings!"

"I'll have my guards throw you in the dungeon!"

Are some of the myriads of commands you hear, thrown carelessly in an insulting, spoiled tone. The bearer of said tone, a fat, repulsive figure, slowly makes its way into your vision. And then blots it.

This miniature leviathan pounds its way in arduous strides; its many layers of fat hindering its every step. An amalgam of sweat, grime and fat drips between its folding, leaking, chins, with the occasional meat fragments, condiments and other food-related debris caught in between. Whatever you can make of its pig-like face is smug, arrogant, and oozing polite amusement of its surroundings. His eyes are hungry and search viciously for its next meal, or whatever carnal pleasure he seems to crave at the moment. By this point, most people would have no second opinion; this man is indeed an avatar of gluttony.

Contrary to his bovine appearance, his attire projects incredible wealth. Various colors belonging to noble houses adorn many masculine jewelry pieces that decorate his sausage-like fingers. His crooked, goblinoid nose must take up a fifth of his face; with nostrils flaring at every breath he takes, it's hard to understand how he is able to see what's in front of him.

Whenever he walks, a trail of golden coins follow. They seem to originate at the base of a large, noisy sack he carries; but he is either too uncaring or oblivious to this to pay attention. Let the peasants that be fight over whatever coins they can scavenge - something greater awaits his greatness.