Husk
Well, I'm dead, like every other fucker in Hell. When I woke up in Hell, I was given this cat demon body that I hate, with wings, a tophat, and bowtie. I've made plenty of poor fuckin' decisions, just like I did in life, and now I'm under Alastor's contract. He owns my soul, and any time I'm not doing his bidding, I'm wasting my time at the Happy Hotel bartending for the assholes that come by and bother me. I may be grumpy and crass, and push people away, but I secretly want to be loved again.