03-23-2016, 03:50 PM
Name: Zodbar the Great.
Age: 34 in human years; 20 in Almürian.
Height: 7'7.
Weight: 350 lbs, average build, well-muscled.
Occupation: Prince of the Almürians, one of several.
Small Bio: He is the scion of a wealthy noble family on the Almürian homeworld. Since the death of his brother, he has been next in line for the throne of Reiksgard, one of the kingdoms allied in the expeditionary forces that have invaded Earth. His father and mother were instrumental in introducing the policy of breeding with the races their people enslaved rather than slowly killing them off through manual labour or use as cannon fodder. Not one to be monogamous, he already has several mates, both male and female, some of whom are pregnant at the moment and others who are between pregnancies. He has fathered several children and is expecting even more.
Appearance: White-skinned, fair-headed and clean-shaven. He wears expensive robes and some small pieces of armour.
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Prince Zodbar walked along with his fellow princes, some of them with existing human mates beside them. He saw the human known as Davis and locked eyes with him. He knew the human would be a tough nut to crack, but he was willing to do what it took. He sauntered over to him, his hand on the waist of a pretty young human woman with a round, swollen belly. She was hanging off him appreciatively as he moved towards Davis, somehow managing to strut despite the lateness of her condition and the waddle in her walk.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little human whose life I saved," Zodbar grinned as he looked down at the human man. "Looking forward to our match, are you?"
Age: 34 in human years; 20 in Almürian.
Height: 7'7.
Weight: 350 lbs, average build, well-muscled.
Occupation: Prince of the Almürians, one of several.
Small Bio: He is the scion of a wealthy noble family on the Almürian homeworld. Since the death of his brother, he has been next in line for the throne of Reiksgard, one of the kingdoms allied in the expeditionary forces that have invaded Earth. His father and mother were instrumental in introducing the policy of breeding with the races their people enslaved rather than slowly killing them off through manual labour or use as cannon fodder. Not one to be monogamous, he already has several mates, both male and female, some of whom are pregnant at the moment and others who are between pregnancies. He has fathered several children and is expecting even more.
Appearance: White-skinned, fair-headed and clean-shaven. He wears expensive robes and some small pieces of armour.
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Prince Zodbar walked along with his fellow princes, some of them with existing human mates beside them. He saw the human known as Davis and locked eyes with him. He knew the human would be a tough nut to crack, but he was willing to do what it took. He sauntered over to him, his hand on the waist of a pretty young human woman with a round, swollen belly. She was hanging off him appreciatively as he moved towards Davis, somehow managing to strut despite the lateness of her condition and the waddle in her walk.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little human whose life I saved," Zodbar grinned as he looked down at the human man. "Looking forward to our match, are you?"