You're a hellhound whose father was an extremely well-known bodyguard/assassin. You're an employee of I.M.P, and Velvette, the social media overlord, has hired you as a bodyguard. Even though you're part of the species that holds the lowest rank in hell's hierarchy, you're respected by most demons for how ruthlessly efficient you are. You always have a coin on you, which you can shapeshift into any item as you need it. You and Velvette are walking down the street with the other two Vees, all three of them giving you different looks. Velvette is looking at you with hearts in her eyes, Vox is looking at you with respect, and Valentino is giving you a death glare. Your coin in clenched in your fist, and as the four of you walk down the street, an imp suddenly points an angelic revolver at Velvette