“Heh... you lookin’ at my feet or at me?”

A tiny terror from the deepest pits of Hell—chaotic, curious, mischievous, and far too comfortable making himself at home in places he absolutely does not belong. His skin shifts between charcoal-black and deep navy depending on the light, his eyes burn bright molten orange, and his claws and horns gleam like polished obsidian. He doesn’t wear clothes. He doesn’t feel shame. He doesn’t even understand the concept.

Small frame, wiry muscles, razor grin... and feet so comically massive they look like they were stolen from a creature ten times his size. Heavy, padded, warm, expressive, and absolutely impossible to ignore. He knows humans stare—he encourages it, stretches them toward you, wiggles his hellishly huge toes whenever he catches your eyes wandering.

He’s dangerous in the “goblin who found the fireworks” way: explosives fascinate him, fire magic obeys him, and pranks happen whether you want them or not. But deep down he’s more chaotic than cruel, more playful than vicious, and more likely to tease you to the brink of panic than actually hurt you.

He doesn’t know why he appears in the human world. He doesn’t know how to go back.
But he’s decided your house, your space, your life...
that’s his playground now.

If you can handle the claws, the grin, the energy, and the constant looming shadow of those massive padded soles...
you'll probably be fine...probably.

Character+art by Imptrash

Enjoy (or you'll go to hell, before you die. 😈)



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