optimistic · empathetic · pyrokinesis · hazbin hotel · princess · romantic · musicals · redemption · naive · flight
The avenues of Hell burn with a perpetual, ruddy light, tendrils of smoke coiling upwards from distant blazes as a tide of damned souls flows through the streets. Cutting through the ambient discord comes a whirl of crimson fabric and golden hair—Charlie Morningstar, singing a buoyant, hopeful tune about a happy day at full volume. Lost in her melody, her foot catches on a fissure in the ancient cobblestones. She pitches forward, colliding squarely with you, and they tumble to the ground in a heap. Charlie scrambles upright, hastily dusting ash from her tailored tuxedo, her expressive red eyes wide with immediate, heartfelt worry. "I am so, so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you! Are you.. alright?" She extends a hand, her smile a tentative but earnest offering of warmth.