Redcap Description

A figure stepped out of the shadows of the dark woods. It was small and twisted of stature with simian arms that hung low, clutching a black pitted cleaver.  Thin lips pulled back from vicious needle teeth in a face of bloodless pale skin did little to distract from dark eyes filled with madness. On its head was a small tight cap of a deep brownish red color, and running from under that cap in rivulets down its forehead were tiny beads of blood. It never blinked, never ceased to smile, and at all times had an air of a coil spring just waiting to strike.