Reaver

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Reaver, in simplicity, is a demonic doberman. A hellhound, if you will. He's very skinny and his ribs stick out, but other than that, he has the general body type of a doberman -- except he's much taller and his jaw is far wider to accomodate his extra large fangs. His tail is made up of floating exposed bone that is cut into segments, with the very last segmant releasing a controlled amount of greenish smoke. That smoke is harmless. What is not harmless, however, is the smoke he can blow out of his mouth. It's highly toxic and will choke you to death in a matter of some very painful minutes. It makes you dizzy and disoriented and then basically sucks the air out of you. It's awful. So, fun and games.

He's very excitable, but never in a good way. Fighting is his go-to thing and he enjoys biting others far more than he should. Everything is a game to him. And what makes it worse is that he's physically incapable of feeling pain, so he'll go on and on, regardless of injury to himself. Once he's riled up, he won't calm down again until he's got every ouncy of aggression out of system. However... He can be easily distracted with certain things. Reaver adores anything shiny and he could stare into it for hours. He's a little bit like a dragon in the sense that he'll literally hoard things and will totally eat you if you try and thieve his things.