Description	Two words can surmise this figure: absolutely disgusting. This man stands relatively tall, but what most first notice is his unbelievable girth. His brown hair curls slightly, but the strain of the grease, sweat, and dirt keeps each lock form turning about too much. The ragged locks of hair fall upon a sweaty brow of blemished skin. Pimples and boils line his scalp, dandruff speckling white throughout the sides of his head above each ear. The sweat rolls across his pudgy face, making it seem this man is never free of the stink of his own odor. A 'double chin' leads the way to his body's torso. Around that 'neck' he wears a silver chain. The shirt he wears must have been custom made, because it seems to fit him, almost. The blue garment is spotted with stains seemingly everywhere. The sleeves are cut off at the elbow, leaving hanging flesh and fat to be seen instead of his shirt. His hands bare no rings or decoration, only the thick fingers and filth beneath his fingernails. The breeches he wears are massive, and appear to have been made in three parts, as the sewing is obviously amateurish and quite noticeable. They work, to the relief of Tenigul, and keep the man covered. Each pantleg is tucked into a dark brown boot that he wears.
Background	Vergoz is the epitome of the lower echelon of Tenigul. This hugely obese figure has been a staple of the most revolting establishments of the city. Before he was 'stricken' by his weight, he served as a guard for several warehouses and taverns, but never held the jobs for long. Perhaps forty years old, Vergoz has turned to taking a position behind the bar, serving drinks to those that can stand his presence.
Rumors	The word is that Vergoz has purchased several empty warehouses along the warf. None can say how he could afford to do such a thing, and many believe that he was some sort of illegal tricks up his sleeve...