Xipilo

Damn Monster

• Horrible in every way

  Name: Xipilo
  
  Nicknames: Xip, Xippy(If you want to lose a limb), Snipsnip, fucking mutt.
  Gender: Male
  
  Age: Unknown as he did not originate on this realm.
  
  Breed: Hellhound/Blink Dog mutt, but he will not claim the Blink Dog blood.
  
  Sexual Preference: Doesn't have one, doesn't intend to breed. It would take another feral hellhound, or perhaps a blink dog depending on his mood, to even get him in the right mindset and as rare as they are, unlikely.
  
  Feral or Cultured:Feral
  
  Languages Spoken: Some common, Drow, Some forms of Demonic.
  
  Alignment: Chaotic Evil, does what is best for him and only him. His actions usually will hold no lawful appearance. Everything is self-serving and seemingly random.
  
  Height: 3'6" at the shoulder.
  
  Weight: Somewhere around 200lbs when at his proper weight, usually around 150lbs.
  
  Diet: Fully carnivorous. He can drink normal water, but he dislikes it. When given the option blood is the constant answer. He can not digest vegetables, or any leafy greens for that matter. The result is usually a smoking pile of vomit that burns through floors. Insects seem acceptable in a pinch, but the monster will usually turn up his, lack of a, nose.
  
  Likes: Meat, dead animals, harassing people, eating people, mutilating other people's belongings, Fighting, lighting things on fire, scarring the crap out of people, his pet Bird, blinking(Short range teleportation).
  
  Dislikes: Frilly things, strong perfume, cats, small children, being touched, people starring at him, green food, people touching anything that is his, people hurting Bird, being forced to wear a collar, being forced to do anything he doesn't chose to, cages, most likely you, basically everything.
  
  Personality: The mutt is rather unpredictable on his good days. Over all there are a few things that remain clear, if he has not given you express permission, do not attempt to touch the hellhound, the likelihood is you will go home missing a few fingers, or the whole hand if you were ambitious. Next, if you have a small child keep it far out of his reach. He has a perchance for killing small creatures and your offspring will not be the exception to the rule. Xipilo has a knack for mimicking others and takes joy in the sound of his own voice, so if you say something he thinks will bother you if he repeats it, he will parrot you for the rest of the evening. The beast will always think with his stomach first. The saying, the fastest way to a mans heart is through his stomach, is doubly true with Xipilo. Because he needs energy to produce fire, and to blink if he is able, he needs a nearly constant supply of food. So if he asks for food, it is better to give it to the monster to avoid him taking his meat from your flesh instead.

• A look at the beast

  To say Xipilo is not an attractive creature is being far nicer then you should. The first thing of note is the lack of any scrap of skin or muscle on about 90% of his skull. The skin begins right on top, and right below the jaw, allowing him to retain his ears. his bright gold, draconic eyes sit inside empty sockets and when he rolls them, they nearly bulge out of his head. When he blinks, which seems to be a rare thing, the lid has decayed to the point only a thin membranous flap remains. The skin is so thin you can see the piss yellow color through the skin along with the slowly pulsating veins. His tongue is forked, and rather reptilian. Sometimes, when he is feeling lazy, he lets it dangle between his jaw bones like a dead snake. His ears appear cropped like
  
  His body is covered in random gashes that seem to be slowly shifting, some healing, some tearing further, however there are always at least five of the things scattered along his form. His fur is semi shaggy, black, and matted with god knows what. Parts of his fur are shorter, and jagged, as if someone hacked away at it with scissors, perhaps removing mats, perhaps just hacking away at it. From his spine protrude spikes, small and not very dangerous looking for the moment. From the base of his spine to about half way down his back, a secondary set of ribs rises over the flesh on his sides, the fur matting around them in some places. His left hind leg is missing all skin much like his face exposing raw bone and horrific curling claws. The same claws matched on his other paws, claws more befitting of a wildcat then a hound. His tail also was missing all the skin and ended in a thick bladed tip, that looked capable of cutting skin if it hit hard enough.
  
  The creature stood over three feet tall and was built rather like a Beauceron, a dog breed something akin to a German Shepherd and a Doberman cross, however it is older then both breeds.
  
  The final touch to the horrible monster was a thick leather collar with silver runes branded into the surface. The only thing that kept him from breathing fire, and blinking all over the place, was that strip of leather. He hates the thing, so much he often tries to remove it until his neck is raw and oozeing the black puss like substance he calls blood.