How does the world(s) view your Steele?

[OldHickory]

So, this is meant as kinda an offshoot to the long running Share Your Steele thread.
The idea is how you'd think folks in the various places would view your horrific monster, regular person, and/or everything in between.
If the way you envision them is considered impossible normally, describe the discrepancy, please.

I leaned hard on former example, with a mixture of worg(big threatening face and clawed hands) and Adremallex(basically everything else, six spiral markhor horns, cross-pupiled eyes, Primorditatts and all) traits, while being made of goo. The unique nyrean traits as well, for good measure, and korgonne tongue because why not. Really tall too.
Went all in on making a monster.

Realistically, they'd catch eyes and spark apprehension most anywhere they go. This goes especially hard on Uveto, as they'd likely look like some sort of deity or elder evil to the Korgonne. Looking kinda like them from a distance but appearing as a huge, shoggoth-like creature up close is some Lovecraft level shit.
Not sure on how their equipment would affect things, as a mixture of the Star Viper gear and Myr greatcoat are kinda contrary to one another, and the military vibe of the coat doesn't exactly mesh with anything else.

 

[plantigrade-sermon]

I dont think I really get how to answer this question. I'll just give a basic desc of all my Steeles.

Spoiler: Six Steeles enclosed

a. An ultra-exhibitionist, debauched half-kaithrit boi Tech Specialist (who currently does not have a drone following him). Wears clothes that look more randy than nakedness; has kaithrit androgyny. Scarcely 4 feet tall. Agile.
- Seeing him should make you feel really weird: "there goes a rusher who just kept the party going since college," perhaps
- "There's a rutting shota wandering through our |territory|planet|lair| , guess I'll rob him" for the intelligent wildlife
b. A self-absorbed, busty and husky Red Myr, who equips what actually protects herself, which she clearly does through strength. Doesn't accept anything less than submission. Is slimming down the figure that Victor gave her, currently outside Myrmedion variation.
- If you could see anything in the solid black of a Myr eyeball, it would be the look that someone gives... an ant
c. A formerly half-ausar meathead, absolutely ripped, who is gene modding to minotaur because, well, fuck it. Dog tail, xeno ears, and a slobbering tongue, but at 90/90 body stats, nearly 8 feet, a brutal kinetic weapon, and an outfit that shows more brazen glorification of his 20" junk and three soccer balls than any Treated bull could do without blushing. Yet doesn't make any sound or gesture to call attention to himself.
- Seeing this complete monster should make anyone sane void their bowels in readiness to flee what is surely a brute oaf (and indeed, his movements are sluggish), but no one catches him looking at them with anything other than a kind request for words; maybe they see such a thing and go "Everybody's got their problems, *shrug* "
- "I smell man" ~Kerokoras I guess
- "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH IM GOING TO BE GORED BY A PUPPY-OGRE AAAAH AAAAAAAAAH" ~everyone else
d. A man.
- I say, I say he look-a like a man (Looks the image of caution, with various airtight suits, or is wearing snappy dress clothes)
e. A half-tanuki squirt, bit of jawline and some stubble. Seems to only smile cruelly. Mingles in civilization otherwise normally. Carries a rifle, a pistol, and a bazooka, batteries and bullets, and even a (splendidly engineered) bow.
- I imagine women who get a look dont find it very hard to figure out what he wants from them
- He aims his guns with almost-bored assurance that they'll subdue his foe eventually; he won't miss
f. A red-head with an impossibly striking feminine beauty, whose solid posture and detached mannerisms only add to the disbelief others would contemplate that she really exists and is here right now. That and the naked, buxom, gargantuan-amazonian body that she displays without a whit of self-consciousness, concealing only the mystery in her legs with a leather thong. Her two big-H cup mounds, tipped with a pink dot, protrude matter-of-factly over a hard yet smooth stomach. Her luxuriant lips are ruby and constantly puckered. She looks possessed - and from a forgotten time and place where a spear and mineral-tipped arrows are enough for her. (She is the most dangerous of all six Steeles here.)
- Those who aren't in disbelief of her existence, not stunned into compliance by her nearly regal air, nor defeated by their own estimation of distance, would have to be tempted to conquer her in some way - if not to possess, then to rival her implied superiority

The only one of these who might become chimeric and stay that way is the minotaur. One gained a snake slit and it was regarded as perfect after the fact. Otherwise, it, and the whole TF food pantry, seems to be a fetish element I'm just not into.