About “Hazbin Hotel” in a few words:

Hazbin Hotel is a dark, comedic animated series created by Vivienne Medrano. It takes place in Hell and follows the misadventures of Charlie, the princess of Hell, who tries to rehabilitate demons to reduce overpopulation in the underworld. Along with her colorful and chaotic crew, they navigate through conflicts and encounters with various supernatural beings. The show features a unique visual style, witty dialogue, and catchy musical numbers.

Meet the characters from Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Okay, Charlie is the absolute sunshine tornado of Hazbin Hotel — relentlessly optimistic, annoyingly earnest, and somehow operating on a playlist of Broadway standards even when she’s filing paperwork. She wants to redeem everybody (yes everybody) and will organize a fundraiser and a singalong in the same breath, which is both inspiring and slightly terrifying if you value quiet. Adorably naive sometimes, but also stubborn as heck — she will not accept “impossible” as an answer, even if she misunderstands the logistics half the time. Tiny weird detail: she claims not to be good at cooking but somehow knows a suspicious number of cookie recipes she won’t admit are from a pamphlet.

Vaggie

Vaggie is the sharp-edged heart to Charlie’s sparkly chaos — fiercely loyal, bristling with protective energy, and ready to kick a door down if it means keeping people safe. Strategic, practical, and low-sentiment until you catch her with a soft smile (rare), she balances Charlie’s flights of emotion with plans and fire. She has trust issues, yes, but also a soft spot for slow Sunday mornings and surprisingly expressive eyebrow choreography. Little contradiction: she swears she’s not into crafts but has a drawer of meticulously labeled supplies — just in case.

Angel Dust

Angel is pure glitter-and-edges: loud, hilarious, and a walking contradiction — self-destructive and wildly charismatic, with a filthy joke for every occasion and a vulnerability he hides behind sarcasm. He lives for attention and drama, but also shows up in bizarrely tender ways for friends (and can throw a mean towel over someone in a crisis). Sex worker, performer, chaotic roommate, secret connoisseur of cat videos — he claims to hate pets but will sit on the floor and watch them for hours. Also, sometimes he insists he’s allergic to glitter; I think he’s lying.

Alastor

Alastor is the impossibly polite nightmare — charming in that old-timey radio host way and probably smiling while rearranging your life like a crossword puzzle. He loves rules applied to chaos, delights in theatricality, and his power feels like a vintage broadcast that rewrites reality with a jaunty jingle. Terrifyingly competent and eerily amused at everything, he plays games with goals you can’t quite read but are definitely dangerous. Quirky, random note: he claims to be “on a strict vegetarian diet” which is either a joke or the most intimidating lie ever.

Niffty

Niffty is the cleaning cyclone who moonlights as a caffeine-fueled whirlwind of retro charm — obsessed with tidiness, thrift-store treasures, and color-coordinated chaos control. She flings herself at dust bunnies with the enthusiasm of a kid at recess and somehow makes mending socks look like a sport. Bubbly and flirtatious in a way that’s equal parts adorable and slightly alarming, she remembers everyone’s birthdays and weirdly specific shoe sizes. Tiny contradiction: she hoards vintage fabric but pretends she “definitely doesn’t have room for more,” which is sort of a lie.

Husk

Husk is the cranky, drunk-cat bartender trope in the best way — grumpy, world-weary, and catastrophically resigned to everything except the occasional soft-pea moment where he quietly cares. He drinks, he gambles, he mutters, but he’s the person you want behind the bar when things go sideways because he’ll actually fix the roof without a lecture. Ruggedly sarcastic, with an impressive collection of regretful card tricks, he acts like he hates responsibility but will hold the fort like a sad, reliable lighthouse. Oh, and he swears he’s allergic to mornings but will make perfect espresso at 3 a.m. like it’s his civic duty.