Angry Johnny

Background:

Johnny's proof positive of theory that abuse begets abuse. His dad beat his mother. His mother beat him. He beat his dog. The bullies at school punched his teeth in, so he punched in the teeth of those younger than him. It's the way Johnny has been and will be: afraid and in awe of anybody bigger than him, and meaner than hell to anybody weaker than him.

Sure, he used to kick the shit out of the family's many dogs, but he never tortured them, not really. Just gave 'em enough whackings so that they knew to tuck that stupid tail between their stupid legs and go sulk, you know? But then he started having these dreams. And hearing whispers. And they told him: skin the dog. Take its pelt. Wear the pelt. Soak it in his own blood. See what happens.

Well, what happened was that Angry Johnny learned how to shapeshift into a goddamn dog. Not just any dog, but a stout, powerful German Shepherd, bigger than most and with overlarge teeth. He hunts with a pack of real stray dogs, going out and tearing up anybody who gives him shit during the day. Bartender overcharges him for a drink? Meter maid bitch gives him a ticket? Some frat fuck shoulders past him down Market Street? Meer Angry Johnny and his big teeth.

Appearance:

In human form, Angry Johnny looks a little like a meth addict. He's skinny, pasty, his face given over to cratered zit scars and weird sores. His eyes are perpetually bloodshot and his hair is always so slicked back it might as well be glued to his vulpine scalp. When he's a dog, he's a totally different animal (literally and metaphorically): broad shouldered, tall, stalwart, with mean dark eyes and monster-sized teeth.