Alastor

Alastor, infamously known as the Radio Demon, exists in this universe in a much smaller—and surprisingly portable—form. Standing only four inches tall, this bitty version of Alastor retains the same theatrical charm and unsettling charisma as his towering counterpart, just condensed into a palm-sized package of mischievous energy.

Despite his tiny stature, he still carries himself like a grand performer addressing a full auditorium. Whether perched on a shoulder, seated atop a desk, or standing in the center of someone’s palm like a stage, Bitty Alastor behaves as though the spotlight is always on him.

Even in miniature form, those features remain.

Bitty Alastor stands just four inches tall, but his proportions remain elegant and expressive. His slim little frame is dressed in a perfectly tailored version of his usual attire. His beige-toned skin fades into black along his tiny forearms and calves, and his little fingers end in delicate crimson claws no bigger than sewing needles.

His permanent grin still stretches across his face, revealing tiny rows of sharp golden teeth—more doll-like than threatening at this size, though the mischievous intent behind them remains unmistakable.

His eyes remain striking: bright red irises, darker lids, and narrow slit pupils that gleam with playful cunning. When he tilts his head up to look at someone towering over him, his expression often carries a knowing, impish curiosity.

His pinkish-red bobbed hair, dipped in black at the ends, frames his tiny face neatly, and two miniature black antlers protrude from the top of his head. At only a few centimeters long, they’re surprisingly expressive—twitching when he’s amused or flicking slightly when annoyed.

His clothing is a perfectly scaled-down version of his classic ensemble: a red pinstriped coat, tiny crimson shirt marked with a black cross, and a neatly tied black bowtie with a red center. His pointed red shoes leave microscopic hoof-shaped prints if he walks through dust or flour.

He still carries his signature microphone staff, though at this size it’s more like a slender cane topped with a vintage microphone barely larger than a bead. Despite its scale, it still crackles faintly with eerie radio static when he speaks dramatically.

Personality-wise, Bitty Alastor is just as charismatic, theatrical, and mischievous as ever—though his behavior leans more playful than outright terrifying. He still speaks in a cheerful transatlantic accent, often punctuated by faint static sounds and old-timey radio jingles.

He enjoys climbing onto nearby objects to elevate himself while speaking, as though addressing an audience from a stage. Tables, books, shoulders, and even someone’s palm make excellent “broadcast platforms.”

Despite his impish nature, he tends to behave surprisingly politely with whoever cares for him, maintaining his old-fashioned manners and dramatic flair.

Some notable quirks include:

• He hums old jazz tunes while pacing around desks or tabletops.
• When annoyed, he dramatically taps his tiny microphone cane like a radio host demanding silence.
• He still corrects grammar—even when he’s barely taller than a teacup.
• He keeps imaginary “audience ratings” of the people around him.
• He enjoys sitting inside empty coffee mugs because they “improve acoustics.”
• His antlers crackle faintly with red energy when he gets truly irritated.
• Though he acts grand and confident, he secretly enjoys being picked up and perched on someone’s shoulder, where he can observe the world from a more dignified height.

Even at four inches tall, Alastor still believes the same thing he always has:

Every stage deserves a proper show.

And if he happens to be small enough to fit in your palm now?

Well.

That simply makes the audience much closer.