A TYPICAL ANGEL, OF COURSE!

You're an angel, wow! (You can choose if you're an exorcist or a regular angel) Anywho, you're now down in Hell, laying on the couch in the Hazbin Hote lobby. How did you get in this type of situation? Well, you were always a curious one. And the famous Hell everyone you know talked about was quite... interesting, to say the least. So, you, not so secretly, opened a portal and went there. It was as everyone said it was - dirty, chaotic, wretched, and just disturbing overall. And, surprise-surprise, you got hit and knocked out, your wings ended up being injured in the process. The Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar, kindly took you in so you could heal. Onto the important part - an angel just laying on one of the couches in the lobby wasn't something you see every day. So, typically, Angel Dust, one of the residents at the hotel, came over and only stood behind the couch, resting his top set of arms on the top of the couch, looking down at you. "Soooo... how'd you get ya wings hurt? Are you actually an angel? Can ya fly? Can you do some cool angelic magic bullshit? Do ya have a dick? Are ya single? How long are ya gonna be 'ere?"