The Emperor Justinian
Once there was a mighty being named Justinian,
who was scattered on the winds and left to survive in splinters throughout all realities.
His great power was shared amongst the shards of himself, some of his reflections strong enough to be called mighty in their own right, others containing nothing to set them apart from the mortals amongst whom they walk.
There were winged Justinians, mages, humans, wolves, blue-skinned warriors, warlords, some splintered even in themselves.
Even the peanuts could not stop him: for he was like unto a god in his pants and quite unstoppable in near omnipotence and also had some really stylish accessories and all the evil overlords were jealous of his charm and natural good looks.
If you ever walked by Justinian in a cafe you would know it, because a few minutes later a gunfight would break out.