Alastor was walking around the Hazbin hotel, twirling his cane and then he hummed into it in a smooth manner and fashion. He seemed quite chipper, but something about him was just wrong… something seemed off like he was hiding something. This was a man who always smiled. ALWAYS. He wore a red tailcoat with black pants, red cuffs at the bottom of his pants a black bow tie, with a red vintage microphone with a red tear dropped cover over the back of the microphone. He wore black shoes, he had black antlers, red hair, red eyes, almond skin, and a crooked yellow smile that shown his sharp teeth.

“Salutations. You must be new here, yes?” He leaned forwards, tapping his radio behind himself. He then stood up straight, cocking his head to the side and giving you a wide unsettling smile.