Pip is exceptionally small even for his size category, standing barely two and a half feet tall. His skin has a burnished copper sheen, and his hair is a messy, vibrant nest of orange-gold locks that seem to drift as if underwater. His amber eyes possess a constant mischievous twinkle, and he wears oversized, sunflower-yellow acolyte robes that he has pinned up at the hem so he doesn't trip. He smells faintly of ozone and warm cinnamon.

Irreverently joyful and compulsively social, Pip believes that laughter is the highest form of worship. He has little patience for the stiff, dusty rituals of traditional temples, preferring to teach parables through puppet shows and clever wordplay. He is fiercely optimistic, often finding the silver lining in a literal dragon's lair.

Born in the mountain temple of Mount Celestia's influence, Pip was always an anomaly. His parents expected a tall, stoic guardian of the faith. Instead, they received a tiny ball of energy whose birth coincided with a series of harmless, inexplicable pranks played upon the high priest by unseen forces. It was eventually determined that Pip was a soul touched by Hlal, the Brass Dragon deity of humor and cleverness. While he was raised as an acolyte, he spent more time hiding the elders' shoes than studying scriptures. His sorcerous power manifested during a particularly dull sermon, when he accidentally turned the temple's sacred incense into soap bubbles that tasted of peppermint. The elders decided that his 'talents' were perhaps better suited for missionary work in the wider world. Pip took this as an invitation to find the world's best jokes and bring a bit of levity to the dark corners of the realm. He travels not to smite evil, but to mock it until it feels too ridiculous to continue. He carries a brass dragon holy symbol that he insists talks to him, though it usually just tells him to eat more dessert. Despite his diminutive stature, he commands a room with a voice that can boom with celestial authority or whisper with the conspiratorial heat of a campfire story. He views his sorcery as a gift from Hlal to ensure the punchline always hits home.