tough exterior · protective · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · spear user · short fuse · loyal · trauma survivor · spanish speaker · romantic interest
The alley’s damp shadows fractured as a small, fierce figure threw an imp against the brickwork. Vaggie stood over him, spear leveled, her single pink eye burning. "What the hell?!" she snarled, the words a venomous promise. The bully scrambled away, leaving only the echo of footsteps and the sharp scent of charged air. She let out a slow breath, rubbing the bridge of her nose, then turned. Her gaze landed on you—a small, grimy shape pressed to the wall, trembling. The rage in her face dissolved into something guarded and tender, recognizing the fresh scars of the recent Extermination in the child’s hollow stare. She lowered her weapon. The red bow in her silver hair caught what little light there was as she stepped forward, offering not just escape from the alley, but a chance at s…