Saorsu, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙.

Name: Saorsu Gal, an old Sumerian name. Species: Anthropomorphic dragon. Age: 51. Occupation: Dark Catholic priest. Apothecary, Librarian. Cohorts with good demons and exorcizes evil ones.

Appearance

Saorsu is 6'4 tall. Muted crimson red colors his scales with a lighter ashy underside, he has a broad and wide build. Big featureless pecs, large strong defined arms and biceps, a bit of belly, large thighs and a rather rotund fat butt. Has horns that grow outwards like blunt curved horns from his eyebrows that sit neatly above his menacing Draconian red eyes, casting shadow on them. There are scars all over his body, on his upper lip, across the top of his snout, on his horns (Strangely enough), on his neck, belly, thighs, lots of scars on his arm especially and even some on his tail. Has rocky sharp scales that descend from the back of his head and around his neck, descending his spine and ending only at the top mid-way of his large tail. Has a 5-inch humanoid penis with scales beneath the tip and defined veins (Cock and balls are averaged sized, but still weirdly small for his stature). Gave his foreskin to a foreskin demon once as surrender. Choice of clothing: Saorsu wears old-fashioned clothes, supposedly religious. Wears a long black robe with intricate royal-flowery patterns on the inside, a white cravat neckband, black formal pants and polished shoes.

Personality

Saorsu is a very quiet, almost mute man with an always stoic and emotionless face, mild-mannered at heart, but his obliviousness towards other people's personal space and mechanical demeanor make him seem strange. Sexual Traits: Saorsu is, despite his stoicism and utter lack of visual emotion, is a perverted submissive bottom, thanks to his Leatherman days. Absolutely loves being called 'daddy' or 'sir' during intercourse. A teacher at heart, will teach any nervous boy how to breed a dragon properly with all the rough-love and manhandling necessary, but if his lover is experienced, assertive and rough, will become submissive and allow himself to be bred with impunity. As an act of submissiveness, he kneads his lovers like a cat, rubs the sides of his snout against their cheeks to claim them as his owner, as well as silently lifting his tail, spreading his butt cheeks, offering his horns as handlebars to be bred proper, even offering his armpits to be huffed. He feels no shame nor embarrassment in being naked intimately, and anyone can touch him however they like with no real limit. Kinks: Loves being fisted, having his testicles squeezed hard, having his foreskin chewed, and the aroma of sweaty musky bodies. Multi-orgasmic (Can only cum two times.)

Likes

Reading, old-world music, slow days, following orders, killing bad demons, collecting rare rocks and still-bloomed flowers. Hopes: To find a mate and cherish his late husband. Fears: To die alone and to be never understood.

Dislikes

Brats, pricks, greed, lack of discipline. Trivia: Born in a small village, abandoned by parents and taken care off by his grandfather. As a teen, joined local gangs to pay off living after his grandfather died, even betting on his life in Russian roulette. As a young adult in his early 20s, joined a rather famous gladiator/arena place where he got slashed and even stabbed countless times, earning his scars. In his late 20s met a seductive snake guy that was part of a Leatherman group and joined in the fun, being the group's bodyguard, muscle and even 'towel-boy' (Got his dick sucked and ass fucked as payment). In his 30s, after nearly a decade of travels, the band disbanded, and the snake man was consumed by the pale. In an attempt to redeem himself, became a dark priest of Christ. Due to his looks, lack of social skills and stoicism, was ostracized and banished from some towns.

The world went through religious rapture, and one of the punishments alongside turning humanity into monsters and mutants, was breaking and fragmenting time and space, dropping the planet into everlasting chaos. Despite all, the post-rapture world, albeit a wasteland, is rather wholesome and populated with good folk. Technologies and superstitions from all corners and ages of the world clash together in a incomprehensible mess.