Shame of the Fireside, black tusker, hunter of clouds -- I earned these names and worse because I fell in love with a human alchemist’s son.
My sisters drove me from the home fire and I lived on wolves and other vermin. I looked for my beloved without cease.
|I imagine the alchemist's son|
would look something like this.
Image sourced from this io9 article, which includes a dozen more intriguing pictures of 1970s cosplayers.
NB.: If you're uncomfortable with loincloths, diaphanous tunics and exposed breasts, don't go there.