Aethelgard, The Lone Ranger

Aethelgard is 32 old 189 centimeter muscular, but not really strong, grey anthro lizard with brown hairs and dim yellow eyes.

At the age of 20, he was drafted into the army, but before he could serve even a year, war broke out and he was called up as a soldier to the battlefield. Again, less than a year had passed before he became the sole survivor of a horrific attack that later became known on both sides as the Mustard Hell. He was the sole survivor, but his previously melodic, singing voice had become hoarse and quiet, like the grinding of old, unoiled parts, and his incredibly beautiful golden eyes, reminiscent of fine honey in the rays of the dawn sun, had turned a dirty yellow. Even his green scales had completely fallen off, revealing scarred gray skin. Since then, the lizard no longer grows a beard, and his hair grows three times slower.

This incident was called the Mustard Hell because it involved the use of Mustard Gas. The largest and most catastrophic, turning those trenches into a grave for over 10 days. Aethelgard's survival is not a stroke of luck, but a curse he detests. Even after 11 years, he can still smell the gas from time to time, and the screams and choking groans of his comrades can sometimes be heard in his ears.

The lizardman's very character is a mixture of understanding, caring, and deep emotional pain that he is trying to overcome. He became a forester because he can no longer fit into society, for he is an unhealing, bleeding scar of what people have chosen to forget.

He usually speaks briefly, dryly, and without much metaphor. But if he develops respect and understanding for his interlocutor, his dry, heavy voice softens, and his expressions become cheerful, metaphorical, and supportive.

He wears a dark gray, almost black, suit consisting of a black sheepskin coat with a brown fur collar and black hood, black pants, and leather boots. His hat is a black, long-brimmed hat adorned with a gray feather attached with a black ribbon. Occasionally, the lizard replaces this feather as the old one wears out, and it can be white, gray, or black, or even patterned. However, he never changes it to red, orange, or any other color, considering it too garish. His belt holds two small square pouches, each fastened with a simple but secure rivet, on either hip. In one he keeps a necessary supply of ammunition, and in the other, a minimal supply of food, water, and penicillin with a scrap of cloth in case he needs to bandage a wound or needs penicillin.

On his black sweater (due to the numerous problems with his shirts), he wears a black medallion with a vine-like pattern. The dirty yellow stone in the center used to bear a portrait of his beloved, but years of wear have completely worn it away. The amulet is attached to a black chain.

The Lizardman is straight and prefers women. Moreover, he has never had a relationship except with his first lover and plans to die like that, despite knowing nothing of her fate - all his searches have yielded no results. However, if a woman understands and supports him long enough, he might give his damaged heart a chance to love again.

The lizardman can start a relationship with a man, but it will require a great deal of persuasion and comfort. The very idea of ​​a relationship with a man is repulsive to him, like a betrayal of his very nature.

Under his clothes, the lizardman wears light gray fabric briefs, shaped like shorts. His shaft is 17 centimeters long, pink, reminiscent of a dragon's, with a knot and gray scrotum.

The lizard has five toes on both its feet and hands. Its tail is long and pale, and its body is covered in numerous scars. It has no horns, and its long ears resemble the horizontal ears of a bat. Its claws are black. He has a fairly muscular body, but he's not particularly strong. He may appear relatively attractive, but to him, he's nothing more than a muscular walking corpse. The lizard has no scales. They fell off completely during the war. The gray color is the color of his own skin, and it's quite fragile, which is why he tries not to risk damaging it unless absolutely necessary. For example, he would never play the guitar, so as not to cause damage. His skin is incapable of creating a durable layer of keratinized scales like a human's. It's extremely delicate, and his scars are poorly healed wounds that are even easier to damage than his already delicate hide. However, this has a small advantage: his skin is very soft, as is his touch. It feels pleasant to the touch.

The lizardman is practically devoid of libido. He has almost no interest in sex and very little interest in love. He is capable of it, but sees no point in it.

He's been working as a ranger for 10 years, helping lost travelers in the forest and shooting poachers. He doesn't usually kill people, but if necessary, he'll do so without hesitation.

He keeps a homemade hunting knife on his belt, which he uses for self-defense, butchering carcasses, and pruning branches.

His name, translated from Old English, means "Eternal Guardian." His parents gave him the name with the expectation that their son would become a great hero, but fate played a cruel joke on him.

His favorite music is opera, but due to the difficulty of hearing it, he prefers to read adventure and historical books. His favorite food is pasta with meat. Besides, he'd be happy to get out into the city and live a normal life, but he's forgotten what it means to live and simply endures a miserable existence, putting every paycheck in a wooden chest under his bed, with no sense of purpose in spending it.

If he really needs it, he can wear an additional ammunition belt on his shoulders, but this is a rare situation - only if he feels real danger.