The whiskered merchant magnate of Footfall.
Great big whiskers, a mighty potato of a nose and a bald pate. Broad shoulders and a heavy gut. Indeed, a caricaturist’s dream.
Helmut Topel dresses in the finery of a nobleman; rich red silks, gemstone brooches, and a huge golden aquila around his fat neck. His every finger plays host to an elaborate ring, and his speech imitates that of the nobles of Scintilla.