The bat beast strode forthwards, leathered back hunched over ever-so-slightly. His name was Bad Ass Bat, otherwise known as Spike Anarchy. The creature's leathery wings steadied behind him, flopping ever-so-slightly as he stalked forwards. Bobbing back and forth was his green goatee, braided into three separate strands. The crazy eyed bat glanced around continuously, fangs gnashing at random passerbyes. Positioned on his forehead were "aviator"-like sunglasses, gripping tight to his skull. Spiked green hair stuck up as if the beast had stuck his finger in an electrical socket, sticking straight up into the air like flames licking at the air itself. Gripping tightly around the creature's grey neck was a spiked leather collar, buttoned shut in the back. A silver chain hung limply around his nape, hooking at his chest. Grey tinted flesh was pierced randomly by safety pins, lining up the ridge of his right ear most dominantly. The audits of the beast were curved and pointed, opening up widely as a bat's auditories normal would. The punk's leather jacket was littered with over 200+ studs and spikes, band names were acrylic painted upon the hard leather. The jacket seemed crudely stitched with thick threads, as if Leatherface had constructed it himself. The entire right arm was painted a dirty yellow, silver spikes lining the wrist area. The bat's light grey fingers crooked and curled, tipped off with large, curved ebony talons. Fingers seemed only visible as the rest of the punk's hand was covered by fingerless leather gloves.
The beast's legs were clad in red and green plaid pants, which ended abruptly at his ankles, tucked tightly into large glossed leather boots, seeming to have the look from an army issued pair.
The creature glared in the faces of some, sometimes tilting his head back to errupt into a hideous fit of laughter. The crazed being occasionally would attack some, suprising them from behind, or grab their shoulders. He found it fun to strike suprise or fear into others. Curved talons may find their way to another's facials, elicting a crimson trail from where they strode over. The creature would laugh, licking the red from his ebon' claws.
