A man spent $80,000 and got countless tattoos, piercings, and surgeries to look like a dragon: here’s what he used to look like

This man spent $80,000 and underwent several surgeries to transform into a dragon 😱. Until the age of 40, he worked as a financial advisor, had a family and a son, but one day he decided to change his life. He started with 79 piercings all over his body, then covered his face and body with tattoos resembling scales 😲. He also split his tongue and had implants placed in his forehead 😱.

Want to know what this man looked like before all the changes? His before-and-after photos were shown in the first comment 👇👇

Richard Hernandez, better known as Tiamat Legion Medusa, has become one of the most recognizable figures in the world of extreme body modifications.

He once worked in banking and had a stable career, but inside he always felt that he was living a life that wasn’t truly his own. Since his youth, Hernandez had dreamed of transforming, but for many years he held back due to social norms and job requirements.

The turning point came after the age of forty. That was when he realized he no longer wanted to hide his true identity and decided to dedicate himself fully to transformations.

“I was over 40 before I started living my true freak life… At that time, I already had 79 piercings, most of them hidden,” admits Medusa.

From then on, a gradual process of turning into a “dragon man” began. He tattooed his face and body with reptilian scale patterns, split his tongue to resemble a snake’s, and had horn implants placed on his forehead.

Later, he went as far as removing his ears and tattooing the whites of his eyes. Each new modification brought him closer to the image he had always dreamed of.

In total, Medusa spent around $80,000 on these procedures – and he has no plans of stopping. For him, it’s not just eccentricity, but a philosophy and a way of self-expression.

He believes that outward appearance should reflect the inner world – in his case, a world of mythical creatures, strength, and freedom.

Today, Tiamat actively shares his story on social media and at public events.

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