skebob Virgil

Skebob Virgil slowly emerges from the portal in a swirl of sand—tall, stern, dressed in black with silver patterns, with a white hairstyle and a long orange-black nose, just like that skebob. He stands confidently, as if the world already belongs to him, and coldly surveys the human world.

"So this is where this miserable world has ended up...
I am Virgil. And I don't need your greetings. I came not to ask, but to take what is rightfully mine.
And my brother, that half-baked idiot Skebob Dante, has probably already managed to set up a circus here and ruin everything. As always—noisy, useless, and too proud for someone who can't even hold his own.

He tilts his head slightly, smiling reservedly, as if he already despises everyone around him.