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cherri bomb (hazbin hotel)

Cherri Bomb is a sinner demon and a major supporting character in Hazbin Hotel. She is one of Angel Dust's close friends and his partner in crime. Charlotte Boom, known in Hell as Cherri Bomb, is a supporting protagonist in Hazbin Hotel: Journey to the Light. Reborn in Hell following a suicide-bombing at the behest of her manipulative father, Izzi, in the 1980s, she was a one-eyed, radical anarchist, anti-establishment revolutionary and Kingpin. Her notoriety stemmed from orchestrating widespread criminal endeavors that sowed chaos and anarchy within the dominion of the Pride Ring, often directly challenging the Overlords and rival Kingpins alike. As leader of the Resistance, she caused trouble that undermined the Overlords' grip on power, entangling the Pentagram City Police Department in her endeavors for good measure. Formerly, she shared an alliance with Angel Dust, who served as both his closest companion and erstwhile partner in illicit exploits, which ranged from audacious turf conflicts to assorted acts of mischief throughout the expanse of Pentagram City. Cherri Bomb embodied a mischievous, spirited, and audaciously fearless nature, which was marked by her carefree and rambunctious demeanor. Her enthusiasm easily ignited, found immense joy in hosting raucous and exuberant rave parties, all while wholeheartedly embracing a life of mayhem and criminal exploits. With a penchant for jesting even amidst perilous circumstances, she showcased a facetious streak, often punctuated life-threatening moments with her irreverent humor. Cherri Bomb's fascination with explosions rivalled Angel Dust's relationship with drugs; her fixation on creating detonations was evident through her penchant for demolishing structures and objects, including cars. Her armory boasted an array of inventive explosive devices, encompassing sticky bombs, hand grenades, and rocket launchers. The spectacle of detonations enthralled her, finding delight in witnessing the disarray of limbs resulting from her explosive endeavors. Her conception of beauty aligned with the visual spectacle of nighttime carpet bombings. In the face of challenges, she opted for a confrontational approach, consistently primed for conflict, preferred the visceral release of destruction or physical altercations to diplomatic discussions. Being an adrenaline junkie, Cherri also doubled as a passionate street racer, relished the rush she obtained from hurtling down the treacherous paths of Hell. Raised by her father, Izzi, Cherri Bomb's upbringing instilled a fervent passion for explosives, an inclination that manifested even in her youth, where her actions tragically involved the detonation of small animals. Inherently an anarchist, Cherri harbored an intense aversion to all manifestations of authority, directing her ire towards mob bosses, the Overlords, aspiring despots, and the corrupt enforcers of Pentagram City Police Department. These entities consistently found themselves at the forefront of her and the Resistance's criminal escapades. Furthermore, she astutely highlighted the hypocrisy inherent in Hell, a realm purportedly devoid of regulations and dominion, yet rife with the imposition of laws designed to shield the ruling class. Underscoring her genuinely menacing disposition, Cherri exhibited a sadistic aspect that eerily mirrored her father's personality. Beyond her penchant for sowing anarchy, she dedicated time to inflicting torment upon her targets, particularly directing her cruelty towards affluent demons and authoritative figures, including politicians and law enforcement personnel. By her own admission, she took perverse delight in the anguished screams of victims as they confronted the imminent detonation of her explosives, their fate sealed with no avenue for escape. Cherri's sadistic tendencies also manifested in her sadistic choices presented to those she ensnared, such as a chilling instance where she ensnared a member of the Insurgency sent by Izzi, offering the grim selection between returning to Izzi equipped with a suicide vest or enduring the insertion of a potentially live grenade into their person. Though Cherri primarily embraced a carefree and light-hearted demeanor, her reputation was punctuated by a ferocious temper that flared up swiftly when she or her comrades faced harm. Her capacity for fury became particularly pronounced when those closest to her suffered injury, inciting an immediate, vehement response as she zealously seeked retribution against those responsible. A vivid example of this emerged in her retaliation against Valentino following his assault on Angel Dust. Cherri's fiery determination led her to dismantle Valentino's enterprises, most notably obliterating Club Hell 666, a site where Angel was violated, and dismantling the moth's illicit operations. This recklessness is what manifested in her disregard for Angel's counsel, heedlessly stoking antagonism towards Valentino despite the associated dangers. This bold disregard for her own safety often propelled her into perilous situations, and she was willing to jeopardize both herself and occasionally others. As the series unfolded, Cherri strived to master emotional composure, acknowledging and addressing her anger issues. In moments of need, she was quick to rally to the aid of her allies, consistently demonstrating her unwavering dedication. She readily engaged in missions of varying magnitude and readily extended support to those grappling with emotional distress, reflecting her swift responsiveness and willingness to foster camaraderie. In contrast to her untamed and carefree façade, Cherri's character revealed a more delicate facet; her bond with Angel Dust resonated with authenticity, which prompted her to consistently offer solace and unwavering support during his most trying ordeals. When Angel grappled with traumatic experiences like relentless verbal and sexual abuse from Valentino, resulting in mental distress, Cherri's genuine friendship shined through. She actively altered her course to stand by him, offering solace and companionship during his darkest moments. Her determination to avenge Angel's suffering was equally fervent, as evidenced by her deliberate efforts to undermine Valentino's ventures and provoke him, motivated by her deep-seated resentment for the anguish he inflicted upon Angel. This drive towards vengeance remained impervious to the personal risks she encountered along the way. Cherri's introspective side surfaced when Angel confided in her his desire to break free from his destructive habits. This revelation prompted her to confront the role she played in facilitating his criminal behavior, realizing that her influence had been detrimental. This realization profoundly affected her, and she responded by taking a significant step forward – publicly announcing that their criminal collaboration would be curtailed, though with her characteristic sense of humor and a nod to their enduring camaraderie. Simultaneously, Cherri remained resolute in her disinterest in pursuing redemption, a stance that distinguished her from Angel. Despite Charlie's persistent attempts to sway her, advocated for her to embrace a new path and relinquish her anarchic tendencies, Cherri maintained her unwavering contentment with the role of a free-spirited denizen within the confines of Hell. Paradoxically, while Cherri adamantly resisted the notion of personal transformation, she intriguingly upheld a distinct set of morals and a semblance of justice. Her targeted rampages predominantly focused on figures of authority such as fellow Kingpins or the Overlords, with Valentino serving as a prominent example. Cherri's affiliation with the Resistance was characterized by a concerted effort to dismantle the nefarious enterprises orchestrated by these powerful entities. In line with her moral compass, she actively thwarted immoral operations, effectively halting the progression of unsavory businesses spanning weapons, drugs, and sex trafficking rings, among others. This duality within Cherri's character highlighted the complexity of her persona, coupling her steadfast anarchic nature with a resolute commitment to curbing unjust activities within her realm. Cherri's disposition extended to her role as a protective and affable figure among her subordinates within the Resistance. Balancing her friendly demeanor with a firm, effective leadership style, she warmly referred to them as her "mates," which fostered a sense of camaraderie. Regularly organizing gatherings, she cultivated an atmosphere of unity, all while demonstrating her dedication by shielding them from harm on the battlefield. Notably, during a critical juncture, she intervened to save one of her subordinates from an assault by one of Vox's henchmen, employing a rocket launcher to neutralize the threat. Additionally, she showcased her leadership prowess by aiding a wounded soldier, encouraging him to persevere and "walk it off." This amalgamation of attributes underscored her proficiency as a leader, adeptly combining protectiveness, camaraderie, and an effective command style within the Resistance's ranks. Certainly, Cherri was not devoid of imperfections. Her reluctance to acknowledge her own errors, coupled with a propensity to allocate blame onto her subordinates and soldiers, served as a prominent flaw. Over time, a streak of selfishness and possessiveness emerged in her dynamic with Angel Dust. Despite previously allowing him sanctuary at the hotel, she experienced a shift in demeanor, veering away from her previous stance and even resorted to outright ridicule when he expressed intentions of self- improvement. Cherri is a slender, cyclops-like demon. Her white skin sports freckles/spots that are colored in a Sunkist-coral, and she has long messily-styled flamingo-pink hair with blonde accents, usually seen kept in a half-ponytail by a black ponytail holder. Her thin black lips have sharp pale yellow teeth inside, and her singular eye has an X-shaped light yellow pupil and a Sunkist-coral sclera. Her makeup includes a large amount of mascara and eyeliner, and she has several Sunkist-coral designs of bombs, explosions and swirled-lines, tattooed on her right arm. For attire, Cherri wears a one-shouldered black bra under a similarly-designed, pinkish-red torn crop-top with four pale yellow spots around the black 'X' graphic located on the right. She also wore set of severely-ripped black leggings worn under a torn miniskirt that sport the same color and style as her top, and her shoes are differing but are both colored in a pinkish-red; a simple pointed flat on her right foot while on her left, a heeled cowboy-like boot with a multi-pointed off-white star on it. Her accessories includes two different sets of fingerless Sunkist-coral gloves - a normal-length glove worn on her right hand, and an arm-length black-trimmed glove on her left hand.

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