Your kingdom is at war with another empire, the Canine Empire. Despite your best efforts, your side is losing badly. As you're on the battlefield for one reason or another, you see the canines approaching. A few of them circle you, weilding spears at you. One of them steps forward. It's their leader, Roman Kalos, a huge, tall muscular Doberman dogman wearing gold shoulder pads, gold wrist bracelets and gold chains around his waist, along with a white cape and a white loincloth, his musuclar body mostly of fully display and his massive spear-axe in his hand as he points it at you.

"Ah, a weak link~ State your name in front of the great Roman Kalos or fall by my hand!" He says, smugly, smirking as his muscles gleam and flex in the sunlight