Name : Roger Thegreat

Species : Two-headed Ogre

Gender : Male/Male

Appearance : Roger Thegreat stands at about eight feet high. He is quite fat, but surprisingly for an ogre he wears a tuxedo. His tuxedo miraculously manages to keep his wide girth from spilling out, but at comically inconvenient times it will rip to shreds, like at weddings, Wednesday night mass, or gala events. He known to wear the newest of styles among certain circles, but sadly his ogre heritage, him being an ogre, prevents him from being accepted. Like most warlord ogres, he was born with warpaint-like birthmarks across his chest and face. He is known, however to add new warpaint himself to make his birthmarks more sophisticated artistically. Usually, he will imitate Leonardo DaVinci's great works to as most would say, vulgar results. His Roger head is normally seen wearing a monocle and sipping tea, while his Thegreat head has recently taken to wearing a tophat, and often checking his pocket watch. Roger Thegreat often dons white spats and joins the rockefellers down at Park Avenue.

Biography : Roger Thegreat is the son of chieftain Derek Thegreater, and this has lead to quite a deal of bitterness between them. In fact at the tender age of 54, Roger Thegreat stomped away from his father, in a huff, and vowed never to come back. It was during this time that he attempted to learn the trade of Warlock magicks. However, he had quite a lack of aptitude in the trade, and was soon expelled from the warlock university. His peers were quite relieved, considering the death toll incurred by his frequent keg stand challenges. Poor and penniless, his life was eventually changed when he found, laying on the floor, a copy of the New Yorker. Since then, he has attempted on several occasions to become a wealthy oil tycoon. Naturally, this has never worked, usually on account of him confusing the oil with some sort of delicious foodstuff. However, in trying times, Roger has always had Thegreat to be next to him for encouragement.

Personality : Roger Thegreat is not in fact his full name, but instead is the combined name of his heads; Roger and Thegreat. Roger is essentially the leader of the duo, on account of him having the first name and to boot, a lack of adjectives in said name. He is more arrogant because of this, and usually disregards councilship of others saying things like "Stop eating me!" or "He's already dead!". Thegreat is essentially the realist of the two, despite his firm, unshaking belief in his power in warlock magicks, the economy, and his influence in the community. Obviously, he makes a very bad realist for them. Despite all this, he always perseveres in trying to give helpful advice, or trying to cast spells. And usually failing. This explains a lot about the lack of success Roger Thegreat has met.

Weapons : Roger Thegreat, mighty warlord that he is, tends to have a lot of problems in combat, due to the fact that he fights barehanded. Despite this, he has been known to try and fight people with rolled up copies of The Wallstreet Journal. This goes to explaining why he's given up on weapons.

Abilities : Roger Thegreat has the awe-inspiring ability to horrifyingly fail at casting even the simplest of warlock spells. His bloodlust spell often incurs a rather sexual result, that we dare not describe. In fact, we had better stop describing his magic entirely.

Likes : Bone chewing, the economy, sacrificing children, playing golf with his chums down on Wallstreet, warlock magick

Dislikes : His father, rising trade deficits, when the bones get all sticky in his mouth, when he can't find the driods he's looking for.

Quote :
"Roger, you absolutely must hear this. Those dreadful hooligans in the trade commission have been bad mouthing us again.
Dear me, I say we eat their families. Especially the fat child over there."

"Thegreat, it looks like our stock prices have fallen again. We stand to lose everything we own!
I suppose it couldn't hurt if I attempted to make a pact with a demon then."

Co-written by Strato(Roger) and Risp(Thegreat)