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Name: Gula Sigmund
Aliases: The Carnivore King, Bonemaker, The Juggernaut
Age: 26
Race: Human
Sin: Gluttony
Province: The Great Sea
Weapons: Banquet (Giant Cleaver)
Accessories: None
Summary:

The second son of the Emperor and Empress, Gula was born a frail and scared child who constantly desired the protection and company of his siblings. His vulnerability was looked down upon by his other siblings as well as his mother, whose pride lay in her more capable children. He oddly found comfort with the sudden arrival of his half-brother; the bastard son born of his father and the mysterious woman known as Aurora. The two formed a strong brotherly bond and spent a short time of happiness together. Like the rest of the Sigmund family, their joy was not to last. His father's endless spiral into depression and the Empress' supposed suicide had a terrible affect on Gula, and he began to eat, a lot. His fragile mind was easily manipulated by his siblings when they agreed that their father had to be removed from power...and their half-brother was to take the fall for it. He took part in the assassination, and drove a dagger into his father's back. As naive as ever, he probably expected to live with his family, have the protection he was always used to. But they discarded him, left him in the ruins of the capital. Forced to make his own way in the world, his psyche shattered and ridden with guilt, his cravings evolved. He prayed off the kindness of passing Elves and Dwarves, eating and eating to try and bury his inner turmoil. As the years went by he became larger and larger until he was larger than even the most feral of Orcs. When the compassion of others ran dry, when his size and strength brought fear into their eyes, that was when Gula realized that his feast never had to end. His own influence began to spread, putting fear and superstition into the hearts of those around him that their livelihoods and loved ones would be devoured by the monster that lurked in the Rivellon Heartlands. Through this fear, the once frail boy had his own army, with it came a new craving. To take the throne from his siblings, and serve their bodies at his victory feast.

"War is a feast. The soldiers are the appetizers, dainty things that wet the palate. The innocents who die along the way are condiments, the spice that elevates the taste tenfold. But we, dear brother, we and our accursed siblings - we are the hearty main dish. Without us there is no war, no feast, and it will not end until there is only one of us left, devouring the others corpses like they were mere cattle!"

Description
Artwork by

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Name: Gula Sigmund
Aliases: The Carnivore King, Bonemaker, The Juggernaut
Age: 26
Race: Human
Sin: Gluttony
Province: The Great Sea
Weapons: Banquet (Giant Cleaver)
Accessories: None
Summary:

The second son of the Emperor and Empress, Gula was born a frail and scared child who constantly desired the protection and company of his siblings. His vulnerability was looked down upon by his other siblings as well as his mother, whose pride lay in her more capable children. He oddly found comfort with the sudden arrival of his half-brother; the bastard son born of his father and the mysterious woman known as Aurora. The two formed a strong brotherly bond and spent a short time of happiness together. Like the rest of the Sigmund family, their joy was not to last. His father's endless spiral into depression and the Empress' supposed suicide had a terrible affect on Gula, and he began to eat, a lot. His fragile mind was easily manipulated by his siblings when they agreed that their father had to be removed from power...and their half-brother was to take the fall for it. He took part in the assassination, and drove a dagger into his father's back. As naive as ever, he probably expected to live with his family, have the protection he was always used to. But they discarded him, left him in the ruins of the capital. Forced to make his own way in the world, his psyche shattered and ridden with guilt, his cravings evolved. He prayed off the kindness of passing Elves and Dwarves, eating and eating to try and bury his inner turmoil. As the years went by he became larger and larger until he was larger than even the most feral of Orcs. When the compassion of others ran dry, when his size and strength brought fear into their eyes, that was when Gula realized that his feast never had to end. His own influence began to spread, putting fear and superstition into the hearts of those around him that their livelihoods and loved ones would be devoured by the monster that lurked in the Rivellon Heartlands. Through this fear, the once frail boy had his own army, with it came a new craving. To take the throne from his siblings, and serve their bodies at his victory feast.

"War is a feast. The soldiers are the appetizers, dainty things that wet the palate. The innocents who die along the way are condiments, the spice that elevates the taste tenfold. But we, dear brother, we and our accursed siblings - we are the hearty main dish. Without us there is no war, no feast, and it will not end until there is only one of us left, devouring the others corpses like they were mere cattle!"