Magnus was a squat and grotesque parody of a man, resembling a baked potato with limbs. With a great billhook of a nose and a face like a meat pie left too long in the oven, his was not a pleasing visage.
His enormous eyes were black as sin and heavy-lidded, giving the impression he was of a quiet, somnolent nature; the sort to sit in a corner, silent and insular, ruminating on the mysteries of the universe about him. But Magnus was not of a philosophical bent and no lofty thoughts whirled about his mind like some grand cerebral zephyr.
This story was written for my own weekly Monday Mixer flash fiction challenge and incorporates all nine of the prompt words.. While it is, of course, ineligible for recognition, I wanted to show those intimidated by the prompt that, no matter how obscure the word, it can find a home in a tale. Now that you've seen it done, follow the hyperlink back to the challenge page & join the fun.