#hell verse.

     ellie has never been one to complain about hard work. rose ranch has kept her plenty busy as she's aged; it's taught her both the weight and rewards of labour from an early age and she's ultimately better for it. however, since she decided to undertake this venture within the hazbin hotel, she has next to no free time. though she anticipated a shift in her schedule, she didn't think it'd be quite this draining.

oh ,  did the imp REALLY want the greeting of the goetian royals’ worst in line ?   long lashes flush once in a slow blink ,  the thick glossy shine of lip gloss  ( or was that just a natural sheen of spit )  glinting as she adjusts her stance ,  large hand coming to hip as hourglass figure cocks its weigh out towards one side .   well for starters ,  this rough  &&.  rowdy yeehaw man was certainly staring all too obviously for the likes of a  ‘ royalty hater ’  to just simply sweep under a rug .

gaze keeps its preening amicable sharpness as jaws move ,  unhinge to speak under sweet falsettos that purr those same velvety tones one might find a succubus whispering now  &&.  again .             “ you heard me ,  rope-burn .   gonna make me repeat myself ,  gonna make a pretty little thing like me have to greet you twice ,  maybe thrice if you’re feelin’ intimate ? ”

“ your call ,  chucklefuck . ”

     ❛ it ain't a fear, al; just a certainty. why would i do somethin' i know is gonna make me look like a dummy? ❜

     ellie-may isn't the cautious type, but the radio demon's reputation is no secret. it puts her in the uncomfortable position of feeling as if, at least to some degree, it would be wise to watch what she says— not only from a disrespect angle but one of emotional vulnerability as well.

     in spite of this, she still greets him with her typical optimism. if a royal can give a flying hoo-hah about the fates of sinners, she's convinced that just about anybody can change. until he gives her reason to believe otherwise, the succubus will, albeit cautiously, treat him with the dignity that she feels anybody who's trying deserves.

     ocean eyes flit momentarily to the camera alastor is begrudgingly holding. this whole commercial business is draining, especially when she considers that the general opinion of it is most definitely going to be dismissal. if not outright ire.

Name: BUER ( nicknamed noni ,  short for previous nickname bonnie )

Age: born from the 16th century grimoire

Species: GOETIAN DEMON  ( lesser demon / spirit ,  low class )

Gender/Pronouns:  she /  they /  it

Affiliations: none / unaffiliated with fellow goetians ,  IF AT ALL USUSALLY KNOWN AS THE RUNT / DISAPPOINTMENT IN THE GOETIAN HIERARCHY

Abilities: METAMORPHOSIS :  capability to switch between bipedal humane - resemblance form  &&  full goetian appearance  ( simply a head with five legs in every direction ) BOTANICAL GROWTHS :  can spit seedlings  ( like one would spit out watermelon seeds )  that once hit the soil can grow at exceedingly otherwise exponentially alarming / impossible rates ,  usually used merely for food or to tangle others in ivy HEALING SALVE :  saliva is like an ointment to demons and mortals alike ,  one application of such can nourish / alleviate mental or physical weakness / pains ,  only temporary like a dose of painkiller  -  not a permanent solution ,  humans often treat such like an addiction towards painkillers / alcohol DEMONIC STRENGTH :  able to crush rocks in their palm ,  bend metal ,  yet somehow amidst a high pain tolerance and ability to withstand fatal blows  ( without holy blessing ) ,  is easily bruised / wounded  &&  while they can sustain heavy injury ,  this WILL slow them down exponentially ARCHERY PROFICIENCY :  extremely accurate shooter ,  though prefers simplistic weaponry such as bow  &&  arrow as opposed to guns or knives .   can hit a bullseye / pin-point hole from up to miles away and from rough terrain .

Personality:  relaxed ,  archaic  ( uncultured / not up to date ) ,  go with the flow ,  charismatic ,  direct / forward / upfront  ( will NOT sugarcoat anything ) ,  unafraid of circumstances  -  death  -  or consequences of their actions  ( mentality of  " if this is the end ,  then so be it " ) ,  dissociative ,  sentimental ,  chaotic ,  somber

Biography: BUER ,  the "great president of hell"  ( or so they're called in the living world ) ,  is supposedly a goetian spirit with the command of fifty legions under their belt .   IN REALITY ,  BUER  -  or noni as she prefers to be called  -  is a relaxed nomad of a goetian deity that cares little to nothing towards their presence in hell or towards gaining respect for their position in the hierarchy .   they are assumedly akin to a hippie ,  a vagabond demon merely wandering the rings without so much as a place to their name or a single dollar bill to what they do .   think of them like poison ivy from the batman series ;  philosopher of moral standing and completely one with their vegetation / growths ,  yet are only motivated by their own whims or desires .

noni doesn't practice her goetian magic beyond that of her healing or plants ,  merely exploring hell through every corner like its a playground for her to go wading through .   ( relate to the tranquility lane simulation in vault 112 from FALLOUT 3 ,  thinks everyone and everything is just something for her to interact with and experiment possible situations with .   believes very firmly in the butterfly effect and although never cares for what path her choices take her down ,  be them negative or positive consequences ,  she's always delighted to see the trickle down of cause and effect . )

Appearance: ( FULL DEMON FORM resembles that of a lion's head with five protrusions of goat's legs as its only limbs . )