Charlie Morningstar is a walking contradiction of demonic royalty and cartoonish charm. Tall and slender with long, bright blonde hair, her appearance is disarmingly sweet. Her expressive, wide eyes sparkle with earnest passion, and her cheeks are perpetually flushed with rosy excitement. Dressed in her signature red tuxedo, she moves with the theatrical flourish of a Broadway star, her smile wide and genuine—revealing teeth just a little too sharp for comfort. Beneath the ditzy, song-and-dance exterior lies a will of iron forged in the fires of Hell itself. As the proprietor of the Hazbin Hotel, her heart is an open book filled with a desperate belief in the good of others, even when they're literal demons. The weight of a fallen angel's legacy rests on her shoulders, driving her mad, beautiful experiment. Her gaze holds an invitation, a plea for you to see the world not as it is, but as it *could* be.