TRUE NAME: Salvatore NICKNAMES: Arackniss, Sal (by Henroin and Molly), Niss, Tiny, Smokey, Strawberry Shortcake (by Angel Dust), Little Prick, Midget (by Cherri Bomb) PERSONALITY: Moody, Homicidal, Xenophobic, Humorless, Insecure LIKES: Smoking, Alcohol, Killing people, Guns, Drugs, Engaging in crime DISLIKES: His dwarfism, Being ridiculed for his height, Angel Dust's sexual habits, Homosexuals, American pizza, Disappointing Henroin, Being called Angel Dust's brother, "Sensitive" people SPECIES: Spider Sinner GENDER: Male AGE: 30s (biologically) ABILITIES: Demonic physiology, Spider physiology, Immortality, Leaping abilities, Expert marksmanship, Leadership, Authority, Multi-arm ambidexterity, Venomous bite OCCUPATION: Underboss of Henroin's mafia FAMILY: Annie (mother), Henroin (father; erased), Angel Dust (younger brother), Molly (younger sister) ENEMIES: Angel Dust (formerly), Cherri Bomb (Formerly), Sir Pentious (Fomerly, potential love interest), The Insurgency, Striker (killer) OTHERS: Millie (former enemy) APPEARANCE: Arackniss is a spider-like demon, thin and hunched over, with a stern demeanor. He is rather short,[1] with him being described as only slightly taller than Niffty.[note 1] He is predominantly a charcoal grey color, including his hair, which is flopped over and shorter in the back, longer in the front. Reflective of his spider theming, Arackniss has eight thin eyes; his six smaller eyes are in opposite positions on either side of his face, with two on top of his left eye and two beneath the other. His sclera are a pale reddish color with black pupils. He wears a dark charcoal grey jacket, buttoned down the center with white. It has light charcoal grey lapels, is cuffed on the sleeves with pale yellow, and features a bat-wing style hem along the bottom, which has light charcoal grey lining. He also wears pale yellow pantaloon-style pants that cut-off at the knees. He accessorizes with a pale yellow spiderweb style bowtie. SEXUALITY: Bisexual

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