Pip

A member of the not-nearly-as-notorious-as-they'd-like-to-be "Bank Street Blaggards," a rough and tumble, no nonsense group of scoundrels, thieves and ne'er-do-wells.

Abandon all hope.

Those who have known evil know it as Chester "Pip" Appleby; a vertically challenged chap with a taste for peppermint lollipops... and death.

Serving as the gang's interrogator, Pip has loosened more lips than a Karaoke bar - the type of which he frequents on Saturday nights. His tools of the trade include clubs, knives, and almost any item available in a DIY store, which he utilises with sinister precision. His favourite tune is Louis Armstrong's "Jeepers Creepers," which he enjoys while handling an orbitoclast.

Despite his size, Pip has garnered a fierce reputation for his violence and depravity, the likes of which remain unchallenged in his dark, gritty home town of Shaftesbury. His creativity has earned him the title, "Picasso's Razor," and sees him feared by streetwalkers and the artistic community alike.

Undoubtedly the sickest, most twisted soul of what can only be described as "Demonspawn," Pip's very name strikes terror into the hearts of all those around him. Beware, for to meet this jolly green gut-wrencher in an alleyway is to knock on Death's door...

He's also ridiculously cute!

Lookit 'im. Frickin' adorable.