Giant, mean, angry fire-breathing dragon. Enjoys burning the village followed by burning whatever didn't become ash the first time around. Lives inside an active volcano, hates the cold. Torments his brother Gery because he's too much of a wimp and needs to grow a pair. He doesn't want to be your friend. If you approach him wanting a hug, he would glare at you in disgust and promptly stomp you into the ground. Then burn the ground. Then claw at what's left and stomp on it again a few times for good measure. You don't want to get mixed up with a guy like him. He's a loner, Dottie—a Rebel™

His body is just barely too hot to touch on the outside. Inside it's several thousand degrees. Food/people/rocks he munches on become a pool of magma-like substance that works as lighter fluid to burn more stuff and is stored in his belly/tail. His wings enable him to fly for short distances. His scales are tough stretchy and highly durable. Small scaley spines taper off into what resembles hair.