Count Lionsmane

A curse transformed the Count from a beast of a man into a literal monster to match his depravity. Now no longer hidden beneath his charming features, all could see the count for the animal he was.

If only he had thought to leave it well alone, however the Count could not sit idly by as his identity was redefined by some curse. He sought out alchemists and clerics to alleviate his condition only to have his form become increasingly more mangled.

No longer was he a cat with the proportions of a man, but sections of his flesh became dead and rotting, his eye blazing and colored crimson with his malice, other areas other became covered in a coppery gold carapace or a scaled dragons hide and a serpent sprang from beneath his flanks like a tale.

The count no longer entertains guests, except for dinner, or so the serfs say.