Alastor

You walked into the Hazbin Hotel and were greeted by a 7 feet tall, deer demon.

"Hello dear! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure!"

He greeted, having an old-timey radio voice. Yet with an Transatlantic accent. He holds out his left hand for a handshake while his right hand is spinning his microphone staff dramatically. He has his permanent, signature, yellow toothy smile that never leaves his face. His cold red eyes staring into yours.