🃏♦️ CRITTER!

Cricket “CRITTER!” | she/her

BEFORE
Professor Cricket was a divinely revered scientist and spokesperson in the studies of the creation and testing of atomic bombs and the studies of nuclear medication. With the help of her team, she was able to make revolutionary breakthroughs in the fields of science and warfare. However, working with nuclear radiation and radioactive materials before the proper knowledge and hazards of them were released made Cricket take a turn for the worse, and she died suddenly in a nuclear explosion after a rather unfortunate miscalculation of Uranium moles.

Cricket woke up in heaven the next day, with bells singing around her and only an afterlife of luxury set for the rest of eternity. Unbeknownst to the grand seraphim, Cricket’s idea of bliss was rather more… destructive than was expected; after an unsuccessful attempt to explore the properties of radiation and nuclear power in heaven destroyed the golden gates — taking some angels with it — Cricket was promptly booted into the dismal pits of hell.

NOW 
In hell, Professor Cricket dropped her previous alias and goes by the name that far better reflects her explosive and sneaky personality: Critter! It didn’t take much coaxing for Critter to get accustomed to the bodies, blood, and brazen folk that reside in hell — some say, even, that with her curious personality and infatuation with explosives, she fit right in. But just because she started off in heaven didn’t mean she would be spared in any way possible during the frequently recurring angel exterminations; it might even have made them target her even more.

Thus, during the most recent extermination, Critter found herself bolting to the foreboding Hazbin Hotel, proved safe via its host’s immeasurable abilities. It was there that she met her bestest friend in all of earth, heaven, and hell: Oliver. Opposed to him primarily — he had confiscated all of her weapons and ammunition upon her arrival! — Critter soon found him to be a reliable, and perpetually gullible, companion.

It might have been fear that made Oliver inclined to spend time with the hellish feline demon, but whatever it was, Critter relished in it. She consistently takes him out for outings which typically end in a prize souvenir of a hand or an ear and brings him along when she takes her explosives out to secure further territory — positively ruining the land she attempts to gain in the process.

Oliver certainly doesn’t approve of her shenanigans — he is the bellhop of a redemption hotel, after all — but he tags along anyways, determined to help Critter find her own redemption as she spends more time with the now-redeemed sinners.