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Perro

Good boy, King of Hounds

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by CrashQueen

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Typically seen as a man wearing a dog-shaped mask, Perro is a lot bigger than he lets on. Get him in the mud or snow, his footprints leave massive pawprints in their wake. And that's because his true form is that of a massive while spectral hound. The picture provided details both forms he takes.



Perro is some mix between your traditional hellhound and a Cwn Annwn (fairy dog).

Cwn Annwn (`Hounds of Annwn or ‘Hounds of Hell’) are Welsh Hounds of the underworld, red eared, white fairy dogs of the Wild Hunt. The Hunt is lead by Arawn, or sometimes by Gwynn Ap Nudd who is both the King of the Fairies and the King of the Dead. It rides out on wild and stormy nights to pursue the souls of the newly dead. To hear it is an omen of death. The call of the dogs grows quieter the nearer they come, sounding ‘like that of small beetles’, but in the distance their cry is full of lamentation ‘like that of a bloodhound.’ They are called Cwnwydir (‘Sky-dogs’) since their eerie cries are heard from the air, and Cwn bendith eu Meiri­unau (‘Dogs of the Fairies’).


tldr; Perro is a hellhound in disguise that likes to hunt down naughty boys and girls and send them to hell, often via snarfing them up. Alive.

So begins...

Perro's Story

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Somewhere in the midst of the dramatics, Perro grabbed one of the shadowy figures and held it in his lap against its will as if it were a cat. But unlike a cat, eventually he forced it between the cracks between the teeth in his mask, slurping it up noisily. Criminals, corrupted shades, they were about the same to him, and as much as he hated sitting in during meetings, at least this one had snacks.

"I like Kevyn's idea of also supplying martial arts/fighting clinics for those interested in the club. Make them pay their money to pay their money to win their money back. But again, the trick is keeping it all as discreet as possible. We still need some of that money to bribe police to let the club continue. Otherwise its first swing and we're shut down."

He casually blew off the remains of his spectral snack through the same cracks in his mask as a thin black smoke.

[[ because metaphysical hellhound and also because ]]

The setting changes from Gae Ceann Clubhouse to The Drunken Griffon

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It was probably with no surprise that the Drunken Griffon would get the runoff from the closing of Gambits. Surely the number of supernatural and more beastly patrons had gone up in the last month or so. Perro was among those as he entered the bar in his native form, a massive white hound with a skeleton face and fur like smoked silk. One that had to wriggle through the door to get in and keep his head bowed to fit. He could have taken up his human guise, but really, it was too hot today to bother with that. He panted, each breath a puff of steam from his hellish interior.
A voice like velvet poured forth from him though he didn't move his lips or tongue. "Scotch, on the rocks....preferably in a bowl of some kind, please."

He found a spot where the ceiling was higher than the rest and managed to sit down, his grand fluffy tail taking up most of the space.

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Normally, Perro would consider it impolite to stare, but he supposed he couldn't blame this (admittedly tiny adorable) woman. He tilted his head and would have blinked, had he eyelids. She was dwarfed in his presence, given even sitting he was around 9 feet at the ears, maybe moreso. He curled his tail into himself to allow her passage, but eventually, his curiosity of her also won out.
"What? Is this your first time seeing a godhound?" he teased, but it was all good-natured.
After all, he wasn't wearing his Gae Ceann colors, he could afford to be a little more amicable. He wagged the tip of his tail to indicate that he meant no harm.
"Come have a drink."

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Surely nothing could come to the level of majesty and aesthetically pleasing combination of creepy and fluffy that was Perro, from the scarlet insides of his long pointed years and the graceful slope of his neck down to the crystalline quality of his ebony claws as he placed one gigantic paw on the counter to hurry the tender along.
"Call me Perro," he replied. He'd offer a grin but given the skeletal nature of his face, he always looked like he was grinning. This woman seemed to be in tune with caninekind enough to know what he meant, especially because his ears were perked forward and attentive.
He could tell she was aching to explore him further.
"Mmm, you can touch, I don't bite. What brings you here? Are you also a Gambits displacement?"

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He was soft, but that was to be expected with the way his fur sort of swirled and shifted like rising smoke. Perro was pleased with it. "Wandering is its own reward, many good things can come of it, chance encounters with something new and strange, good or bad. I feel the vagabond is far more well-rounded than the homebody."
Oh and he talked pretty too. It was almost too good to be true.
"What do you do while you wander, are you a merchant or and adventurer?"

He glanced to the door of the tavern. For as much as he liked Nikka's company, he was hoping for something a little more lively to come in. Maybe a lively edible something.

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Perro wouldn't mind the introduction as long as it was incredibly evident that he was the alpha dog among the current company. But given his size and the powerful energy that radiated off of him, that shouldn't be a problem.
He nodded. "Of course, any adventures of note?"
The scotch arrived, in a bowl as he requested and he drank it like you'd expect a dog would, spooning it up with his fat pink tongue noisily. He licked his chops.
"In a place like Terra, I imagine you get into all sorts of trouble."

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"I kind of lose track of where I am, I move through another dimension from point A to B, sometimes I get lost. Not that it really matters, of course, I know where my home is, as most dogs do." He explained a little sheepish. "I'm...hmm. I suppose I'd consider myself a vigilante; I bring justice to the unjust when the normal authorities are unable to do so. So naturally, a place as corrupt and in turmoil as Terra is my usual hunting grounds."
He drank again. "I haven't explored Proxi as much, but it's a welcome reprieve from the usual grind."
It didn't take a genius to understand exactly what Perro meant by bringing justice to the criminal, he was a huge creature, and things of his size tended to nosh on humans and humanoids simply out of necessity. But here and now, he was no more threatening than a teddy bear.

The setting changes from The Drunken Griffon to Gae Ceann Clubhouse

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Ub. Someone Rayan ought to remember, certainly.

Rayan failed to see the problem with a fight club, and said so with posture. The biker honestly doubted a town run by vampires and demons would give a damn if a gang decided to spar with itself and the like. Casually the young member struck up a smoke.

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Benjamin slammed the gavel on the table once more. The meeting had passed quickly after those first few subjects and interruptions. It was a blur of subjects, votes and shouting until it ended with an abrupt and ear-shattering bang of the gavel hitting the table again and again. Benjamin rose a hand to massage his temple as he flung his hand towards the rest of the building.

"Go on, you're all dismissed. Someone get a hold of Noel, tell him if he ever walks out on a meeting, I'll chop his patches off." The dullahan slumped back in his seat and rose a smoke to his lips. "Fuckin' hell." The meeting could have been worse, but it could have better for the first official meeting since the original founders, it seemed that the club needed some weeding out.

Benjamin rose from his seat, running a hand across the surface and wandered back to his room.

The setting changes from Gae Ceann Clubhouse to Perro's Crypt

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Perro never really LIKED Renny, but Perro didn't like anybody save for Benjamin because he was the leader, and Jack, because they were dogbros. So when the latter dropped to his knees to pray by the cross, the hellhound in his human form placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He kept his mask down to hide whatever emotion he might have been feeling, if he felt anything at all other than repose and responsibility for the shades of the departed (though he dare not tell anybody that Renny, being undead to begin with, had no such shade to guard over).

Perro never spoke much in the presence of the gang, and today's rites were no exception. With another squeeze of Jack's shoulder, Perro moved to the stone table they placed the coffin on and opened up. Naturally, whoever stitched Renny back together did a marvelous job and she looked as calm and peaceful as any of them had seen her. It was eerie.
Perro vaguely wondered if she'd screamed to foretell her own death.

He performed the usual rites involving the body, marking it with red earth and the placement of a gold coin in the corpse's mouth as payment to the ferryman. The customs that the Gae Ceann had adopted over the years were a mix of various pagan and classical traditions, and Perro took it on himself to learn all of it so he could tend to the dead in his home.
Meanwhile Benji spoke, given he was the only one qualified to as the leader.

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Rayan Doyle stood off from the center of everything, watching the amethyst coffin come carried in. A shame, almost, the death. Renny had been good. Ish. Marvelous job on the taxidermy. Better here than there in any case, but there was nothing to be done. All honors in death.

Leathers subtly creaked as Rayan lifted a hand to shield squinting eyes from Renny's final inferno, head bowed in final respects. Jack asked for final words. Renny wasn't as silent as the room, crackling in the coffin as she was in her final moments in this realm. A single scuffle; Rayan stepped forth once to say something.

A moment of silence passed.

Thinking better of it, Rayan stood in place and adjusted. There was a wisecrack in there about nobody being able to speak for Scream, about nobody but Scream being able to speak for Scream, but it just couldn't be voiced. Instead, Rayan settled for, "All honors in death."

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Perro rumbled out a 'hear hear' to Rayan's words. He didn't have anything to say about Scream, because he really didn't like her a whole lot, and they never spent time enough together for him to form any good memories about her. He just knew her high standing like his and that they were considered the 'hardasses' of the gang. He nodded and watched the flames consume their fallen, representational of the ascending soul he knew wasn't there, but he didn't say a word.

When the fires had eaten everything they could and left ash, Perro picked up the ceremonial urn and a brush and carefully filled the urn with the earthly remnants of Scream before sealing it with a spell and wax. He presented it to Benjamin and shifted into his normal form before nudging open the heavy iron door that lead down into the crypts of the hallowed dead.

This was the hound's realm and he led the procession down to Renny's final resting place, torch sconces along the way lighting up with blue, ethereal flame as he passed, silent as the grave, pale as a ghost. They passed rooms of riches and buried servants and Perro glanced behind him. The crypts were cursed so the dead would spring to life to defend their home if anybody touched the forbidden treasure. Not to mention Perro would maul and consume the thief without a second thought.

He was a guard dog, after all, and these tombs were his to protect.

The setting changes from Perro's Crypt to Gae Ceann Clubhouse

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It was that very night that Jack stumbled back into the bar, his leather coat falling to the floor and his shaggy wolf hide being dragged painfully across the floor, leaving a trail of thick crimson fluid. Everything was wrong with the way he moved to people who knew him, and even the way he was seeing things.

Jack's muzzle was coated in a thick layer of blood, his left eye was glazed over with a white viscous substance, all color was drained from the Iris and a thick gouge stretched down his chin in the shape of a panther claw. There was no amount of supernatural regeneration or healing that could fix that problem.

The werewolf stumbled though the bar, most of the late-night goers had retreated to their rooms and those that were still awake in the clubhouse were too drunk to notice the silent pining. Jack was very much a lone wolf, but he wasn't going to survive this one alone, and he knew just the person to go to.

The basement trapdoor had never been so far, his clawed hands had fallen short of every hold to help him along due to the lack of depth perception. All the wolf had wanted to do was curl up and sleep, but the poison would take care of him if he did that, he could feel the substance doing it's twisted work.

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Perro knew when his brethren were bleeding.
Jack barely had to lift the trap door before the familiar masked man pushed it open. His breaths sounded hollow as he sniffed at his weakening brother in arms before wasting no time in bringing him to one of the chairs by the fire. Granted, the current size-difference between Perro and the wolfed out Jack made things a little awkward. He stared at Jack in his bad eye and clicked his tongue beneath the mask.
"What the fuck happened to you?"

It was a rhetorical question, of course. Whoever hurt his closest confidant in the Gae Ceann's days were already numbered. Perro could pick up a lingering scent as he worked, removing his gloves and placing fingers on Jack's muzzle, into the cut to numb it out and gradually heal it to a lighter scar. There was nothing he could do short of offering the blood and flesh of a god to the were...and while Perro cared about his friend, he wasn't ready for that sort of commitment. It was a communing, spirit-binding thing he wanted nothing to do with.

Instead he focused on the poison coursing through Jack's blood, closing his eyes beneath his mask to concentrate. Slowly, Jack's strength seemed to return as Perro's legs started to tremble as the godhound drew the poison into himself. He was immortal, it was nothing to suffer a little venom, but it was exhausting, and by the time he was done, he'd dropped to his knees and was shaking as if he were cold.
"It's- it's all I can do."

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"Th-Thanks." Jack replied, then slumped himself against the end of the wall next to the trapdoor, the werewolf breathed hard was the poison was drawn form his system, his legs kicked and scampered on the spot, scratching scars into the woodwork, the drunken members of the Gae Ceann were still stumbling about, and some had even fallen asleep on the various stools they'd been sitting on, in no position to help either party.

The wolf hadn't had a packet of smokes to grab, and it'd be awhile before he rescinded into his normal form, when Jack wolfed out, he wolfed out for weeks on end, months, he'd gone a full year once. Jack was marking this all down in his head, what was this? The fifth or second time that Perro had his back wherever he went, he owed him a lot.

"Do. Do I need to help?"

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Perro was sprawled on the floor of the bar with nobody to help him. But he didn't want help, he didn't want to be coddled, just allowed to do his own thing. If Jack was stuck in wolfed-out mode for a while, he didn't expect the were to dote on him either. The only thing he wanted right now was-
"A bucket to purge this poison into would be lovely."

And.

"Maybe a blanket so curl up in to keep warm because if I change now I might break a few things..."

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The werewolf stood up, scampering to his feet and testing with his right foreleg. Jack pulled himself upwards, stumbling weakly over to the counter as his body got used to the rapid changes in his system. The wolf leaned over the counter and threw his hands outward to grab at a bucket inside the shelving and slid it across the floor.

It was going to take awhile for the werewolf to get used to the blindness in his right eye, the lack of depth of perception was something he took for granted when he still had it, only now did he realize he needed it for a lot of things. The blank iris swiveled around in it's furred socket uselessly.

The werewolf stumbled down the hallway containing all the doors to the various bunks of other members, opened a door, there was a loud scream and went in. There was a still pause and the werewolf came out with a thick woolen blanket in both of his hands, steadying himself on the hallway walls as he stumbled back over and held it out.

"They didn't need it." Jack growled.

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"Thank you," Perro rumbled as he took the blanket and wrapped it weakly around his shoulders before doing something that was so rare it probably took Jack by surprise: he removed his mask entirely.
Fuck. He was handsome underneath that painted grin, sharp eyes that denoted a strangely Asian upbringing, despite his state as a cwn annwn, a fine nose, high cheekbones, a chiseled jaw. If you were going to be a god, might as well be a GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL ONE.

His beauty paid off because even when he started to vomit black, noxious venom mixed with bloody stomach contents, it was still eerily graceful.
He glanced up at the wolfed out Jack between heaves. "H-how are you feeling? HUUURP..."

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Jack wanted to quirk an eyebrow, but with all the messed up bones in his head, it was all designed for being a big bad monster of the night, the werewolf stumbled his way to the bar counter and hunched his back against it, laying his long furred arms on the stools and letting his head drop onto the counter.

Jack responded with a slight shrug, trying to convey the feeling of being unsure about how felt.

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Perro pushed the filled bucket away for somebody else to deal with it, dabbing daintily at his lips with the corner of the blanket.. He stood up and wobbled his way to a bar stool. The effects of the venom would wear off after a little bit, and until then he ordered a hot tea to stave off the chill. He observed the wolfy Jack some more, especially his dead eye before asking. "What happened...exactly?"