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  It was any other day in Hazbin Hotel - where the sinners were roaming and Alastor was focused on a book that rested in his hands. Charlie was gushing to sinners who were intrigued by the thought of redemption, Vaggie was standing there beside her, and the rest... well, they did what they did best. Crimson orbs glanced up from the words for a brief moment before he looked back down.For some reason, the quiet made him feel... rather nervous. Almost as though eyes were on him without revealing themselves. No, he had to simply be imagining it.There was a darkness that casted overhead and Alastor eventually looked up again; the everseeing eyes presenting themselves to stare down at him. His smile was tense once he realized the symbols... the meanings... that meant she was on her way. He closed the book louder than he meant to and stood up; watching as vines and lines caressed the roof; cracking through the surface.The sound of his name was not lost on him as many of them said it - with Husk's boss added in between - but he ignored them. Alastor knew that this meant Eve was pissed. His smile lightly cracked with brows furrowing in slight confusion. He didn't know why she would come here, but he supposed it had everything to do with the fact that he hasn't completed her goal yet.A slight giggle resounded around the room, which made everyone else pause. Alastor fell backward when Eve revealed herself - tentacles with eyes staring down at him in dismay. "Oh, what do we have here?" She looked around the room ; eyes darting towards all the demons who stared at her in surprise. Her stare stopped on the princess who looked rather shocked by her appearance, though it only made an evil grin appear on her lips. "It seems my pet hasn't done his work. Alastor ~ none of these demons are even supposed to still be alive. What did I say would happen if you didn't kill them?"The chain wrapped around Alastor's neck when Eve presented it, simply curling her fingers around the other side. Music started before Alastor even had a chance to stop it. She turned her attention towards Charlie first, eyes glancing down at the ring that shined on her finger, "Do you feel the betrayal sting? It must be quite the price, when you take a glance at that ring. ~ I’m so sorry, Princess Charlie, but his soul is mine, and I see that you probably think I crossed a line. But, 🎶" She tugged the chain closer as Alastor’s hand wrapped around it placing her face right into his own, "You’re at the end of the road. I did not pave it with good intentions, and I will have my due 🎶." She grinned evily when she noticed the looks on their faces."I can see the look on your faces, all of you must have the same clue, Oh but this can’t be true, the radio demon owned by the magnificent Roo 🎶?" Roo is the name she called herself as the other first human soul in hell - root of all evil. Most of them only knew her by that one, but Alastor was aware she was Eve. She laughed and drug Alastor over to kneel in front of Charlie, "Come here little deer, and look the princess in the face. Tell her how you betrayed her and became a disgrace🎶," Roo grinned at the face he made - true fear waned behind those crimson orbs of his and she knew he didn't fear many but her, "I laugh at your pitiful stance, there’s shame in your eyes, yet I tell no lies. Now kill the ones who don’t please me and save the princess for last. I want to see your agony, your pain, and enjoy it while it comes to pass 🎶."Roo released her hold on the chain, hoping he would do as she says. Alastor looked up and watched the hurt cross Charlie's expression before his tight-lipped smile clenched harder. So hard, blood drew from his lips. Killing the princess would be no easy feat anyway, regardless of what Roo would believe. Alastor had no intentions on following through with her plan... he was here to get himself out of that deal. The revenge that gathered in her soul made her want to kill what Lucifer held dear. Alastor was only one overlord. Eventually Alastor took the chance to stand, legs nearly wobbling when he turned to face Roo. His grin was present even as he laughed - hands moving to touch red hair. "It seems I hit the end of the line, 🎶" He didn't know it would come so soon, "But I will not kill her or the others, even if that means the end of mine. 🎶" Alastor looked almost pitiful when the chains wrapped around his neck again and she made him fall forward. Blood seeped from imaginary wounds - covering his coat and splattering against the hotel grounds. There was a pain easy to see in his face, despite the smile that cracked the surface. "No? No? Did you forget who owned your soul? I suggest you do as I say before I rip you apart, don’t tell me you suddenly love them with all your heart? I’m fed up with these games Alastor, you should do what I tell you, otherwise it might just end badly for you. The more souls you obtained, the more powerful you became. But they weren’t enough, were they? I’m sorry little deer, but it doesn’t seem like you’re going to get your way 🎶."Alastor grimaced when he felt the wounds gather in agony, but he still refused. The music died down and Roo's grip on his chain tightened. "Pathetic," Eve grinned ; "Clearly I have to remind you of who you belong to." More pain from the wounds that covered his scarred flesh, and he simply did nothing but allow it to happen. Roo avoided Husk's cards when he sent them in her direction and she simply faded in the background, but her laughter gathered around the halls. She would always be watching, and Alastor realized... his time was severely cut in half.If he had that much time to begin with. "Boss?" Husk asked, causing the silence to fade away. Alastor was silent. There was only one thing he could do in a moment like this, knowing that too many eyes were watching him. Shadows pulled from the floor and wrapped around his frame. He was gone before anyone could grab him.

While I was high off my ass my druggie brain gave birth to two au versions of the old bastard man that are now additional optional encounters but before I get into them they're variants ofThis Profile's (Main) Gaster Sci Cult's just had a blog post and no other mentions anywhere lolSad wet old man to malicious(?) lump pipeline: his entire timeline plus that of his CORE (another option--requires going to his origin world--functions as a killswitch as it will actively annihilate this old idiot as soon as he enters the CORE facility) can be found in this blog post."Science Cult" GasterWherein rather than gradually spiralling into major depression after the accident that killed a techie and irrepairably damaged him, he instead gradually went through the eccentric old scientist to madman bent on world destruction pipeline instead. Copy-pasting things from my blog,◘ Pre-Erasure. ◘ A mystery science cult leader along the same vein as Pythagoras. The Followers will be coming into play with this one more-so than the blog’s flagship a**hole. ◘ He has two notable times one can interact with:     • Prior to discovering that the world they are in is a game, wherein he is a mad scientist but not an outright antagonist. He’s actually nice! Just eccentric.     • Until after discovering that the world they are in is just a game, at which point he starts to go off the rails. His Followers, well, follow suit. Their group could be likened to video game bosses while the BBEG(aster) works on changing and twisting and corrupting their world to try and gain the attention of whatever is behind the code their world runs on. Clearly a villain arc ending in his erasure but not-quite-there-yet. ◘ Not related to the skeletons. ◘ A wight. When his creation is ultimately turned against him and his Followers, a failsafe kicks in. Everything is simply data, including himself and his sycophantic allies. Gaster created backups So, while they are ultimately erased from their timeline (back up copies of lines of code, obviously, are not The Original Version of those lines of code), they do not cease existing altogether. It isn’t perfect, however. He did not have time enough to test it and make sure that everything was one hundred percent as it should be. The back ups weren’t updated to the very point of erasure, either–they were created shortly after he upgraded the original device that granted ability to see the world code to be able to receive and apply changes to that very code. Fortunately, it’s easy enough to surmise that since the back ups were activated, that his original version was defeated. Further silver lining was the abject fact that no one within his timeline remembered who he nor his Followers were. Erasure is erasure. All memories of him and what he tried to accomplish were forgotten. He and his Followers are now naught but ghosts, observing their timeline throughout its trials and tribulations caused by those other than them. General appearance: that one sprite BSOD / "Crash"A variant of "Science Cult" that succumbed to the same depression the guy a couple worlds to the left succumbed to, albeit after creating a world-corrupting doomsday device that he turned upon himself in a fit of "clarity." This ended up corrupting only his data, resulting in his prompt seeming erasure from his world and this monstrosity:He can transform into the following sprite,  And in doing so he can connect into whatever Universe he happens to be in at the time and cause it to Blue Screen. He only BSODs universes that have gone through Neutral or Pacifist runs. His end goal is No Mercy, All Worlds. It also allows him to "crash" (enlighten) individual monsters, resulting in cases similar to Jevil. He will sometimes assist the Fallen Human if they are particularly dust-thirsty(?) or encountering problems. Likes to f*** around in No Mercy AUs for Fun and Amusement sometimes, but refrains from crashing them. Likes to play pranks all throughout the spectrum of utterly harmless to outright sadistic. "Reboot"A version of the guy a couple worlds to the left that Crash meddled with, keeping him from performing the experiment that inflicted those injuries and caused the mental bad times. Has since been roped into cleaning up Crash's BSODs by rebooting the worlds via a device Crash created for him to use for that purpose. He has yet to catch on to Crash's true "game." He just thinks he's enabling morbid, but harmless (as the worlds are returned to normal afterwards) "fun." He's morally grey at best, but generally a nice old dude--if he knew what his "friend" was doing he would do his best to stop the guy. Eccentric.Old. Uses a cane because of a bad back. The reboot device is built into it, activated by pressing the upside-down heart, and the cane itself is sturdy enough to be used as a blunt weapon in a pinch.

For Naruto rps  She is a ninja of the Sand A very powerful Ambu Black Ops. Top she hardly ever Stays in the village As most of her job is working Undercover work she doesn't talk much Always wears her face mask so no one knows what she really looks like Doesn't really have friends Mostly they see clear of her.Modern day rin Rin Is a clone from a military base. From DNA that was found in Japan and was cloned as an experiment.  She was taken taken from the facility by a female Doctor when she was just a baby, She knows that she's different , but not sure how all she can remember is a past life as she was ninja in the futile era , but She does not understand why she has the memories. As she tries to go through life. As a high school student.

Basking in my unending silent screams The devil speaks with no language So tell me why you're still haunting my dreams Let me be free from this anguish  Every pleasant memory escapes from me Extinguishing any sweet serenity With brevity I drown in my sleep  Vaggie felt the warmth of the beach on her body. A typical place she had gone to with Charlie during the moments they both needed to get away from Pentagram City, the lower circles. A place she had enjoyed, the beaches of Sloth. Feeling the warm rays on her flesh, she stood in the surf, feeling the cool waves rolling over her feet. The surf was coming in, and then suddenly, it rose all at once, her body swallowed by the waves, before being washed away.   She felt the riptide dragging her out, and her body dragged down below, water filling her mouth, her lungs, and her eye wide under the burning salt water, as she was dragged into darkness.  Light broke through the darkness as she woke up. She was tired, she’d barely slept throughout the night. It felt like she’d been battered by a storm. Standing, she’d gotten up, gotten dressed, and dragged herself down the stairwell. Work to do, always work. The hotel was crowded, and she was glad about it. Charlie had stopped her halfway down the stairs, excitement in her voice as she explained another plan, one that sounded. . . she had to admit, maybe a little farfetched. Dream diaries? Maybe, but who would even interpret them? Handed a checklist, Vaggie walked off, nodding agreement. Whatever Charlies next idea was, she’d give it a shot.  Sitting down, she began to work, making plans and setting up how to get the other guests to get involved in the plan, before being interrupted by Alastor and his typical nonsense. "Oh, my dear, whatever could be wrong? You look like you wish to hurt something."   Oh of course he was playing at her, pushing her buttons when she was lacking any patience for it. "Uggh, why are you even here Alastor? You don't do anything but watch everyone else suffering." Harsher than she had to be but necessary if she wanted to make the point come through his thick head. His response, however, was not what she’d expected. "Tell me my dear, have I not been loyal? Am I not a knight, too?" "That's not-" Before she could finish her thought, as she stood up, his tone either implying genuine hurt, or feigned indignation, she was interrupted. "I've been defending this hotel! Just like you!" He was right, she knew, but there was more to it than just defense. As he laughed, and the world around them morphed, her hands taken as she was dragged into yet another dance. "Now, my dear, we can continue this back and forth, but you and I know that's a battle you wouldn't win, 🎶"He was right again, she could not, ever hope to win in the situation she found herself in. Jazz now filling the hall. "Don't tell me you truly believe in the ones who sin, 🎶"Of course she did, it was reality they could do this! "As their doubt is a given, my dear, but I am still here. 🎶" She moved her body, continuing to keep up, wanting to cut him off, to tell him the real issue she took with his attitude, but he’d not give her the chance."I can be your friend, your pal, the man you go to whenever you're in distress, 🎶" Could he? Could she trust him in that way? No, he was manipulating her again. She wanted to believe."And just like you, I am a knight. I am a protector, an armor for the hotel ~ 🎶 Have I not been loyal? Am I not a knight, too? I've been defending this hotel, just like you! 🎶"She was spun, and sent away, before feeling the light shine down upon her, and feeling that sudden pressure upon her. "Now please do tell me my dear, how we can fix the tension 🎶? Do I have to have a share in your vision? Or would you rather me be true to my intention? I defend the hotel just like you, my dear, and unfortunately for you, 🎶 There is no end for me. 🎶”As the song she’d not seen coming came to an end, and Al's last words echoed in her mind “Don't worry, I am here for you, and the hotel... for as long as I am needed."  The feeling of unease, mixed with the tension of everything else hit her like a freight train.  A knight. A knight, but not in the way of the fairy tales of knights who swept princesses off their feet. No, he did that yes, but he was more like the true knights. A soldier, a noble, a weapon, a blade aimed at the hearts of their enemies ready to be plunged in. He was right, he defended the hotel as she did. Those words burned through her mind as she worked, tirelessly on the new plan Charlie had cooked up, along with the thankless work, checking guests in, luggage getting moved, to rooms, keeping the staff on track to make sure everyone's stay was a pleasant one.  What was her purpose in this grand plan anymore? What use was *she*? A third wheel in the most obvious sense. She could defend, but she was not as violent as Al was, not as dangerous as the radio demon could be. She was even disturbed at times, at how much he seemed to take pleasure in pain. Physical, psychological, emotional.   The problem for her now was, after nearly dying.  What. Was. She worth? She wasn’t armor, she wasn’t even a real knight herself. She was a fallen angel, who barely kept a hotel afloat.  A glorified manager.   As the day breaks, these thoughts flee my head But they always return here  Cut through my mind, I'm paralyzed It's dragging me, it's dragging me back in They terrorize my every night I'll never sleep, I'll never sleep    Awake again, she couldn’t sleep. She’d tried. Hard to do so. But she dragged herself from her bed, she had to fight back the feeling of drowning she’d felt through the night. The feeling like everything was growing so much more. She’d attempted to write but had tossed the journal aside. What words could put that drowning feeling into proper perspective? She instead found herself in the side room she’d asked for. She grasped the haft of her spear. And began swinging and training, her body burning with exhaustion, as she attempted to drive away the doubts, the uncertainty. Every bitter feeling that tore her heart apart. She wanted to prove she was worth something. Worth anything.  Worth rescuing when she had been at her lowest. Worth bringing into Charlies plans, worth her skills as a fighter. As she set up various targets around her, her hand glowing as angelic forms surrounded her in the training room.  “I never knew heavens light would burn me away🎶” soft words came to her lips as she moved through the moving targets, ducking and dodging attacks, but a few landing, her tired form not able to keep up.  “Never knew hells heat would warm my soul, like a summer midday.🎶” her voice carrying through the darkened room, her spear swirling to knock three attacks away, a deep crimson image flickering behind her, shaped like those dearest friends who slept above. The attacks being kept from them.  Vaggies swings were brutal, each one aimed to bring the targets she’d set up down, but also to keep their own spears and slings from touching those nearest to her.  “All I want is to help them shine, help guide their way through the best and worst, protect their light.🎶”  The tall crimson target, that looked like Alastor began to move, shifting to a more animalistic, violent form as it began cleaving through the targets as well.   “How can I be a guide, if I don’t know the way?🎶” she questioned as she saw the faux al cleave through a group of targets as more formed. Catching sight of herself in a wall mirror in the spun to dodge another attack, her wings sending her up before driving herself back down, before seeing one of the faux angels swing, as she was cut off from the central group.  As a spear was driven towards the faux Husk, the Faux Alastor swung an arm down, smashing the being before it could strike him.  “Protect the hotel? I can’t even protect her personnel!🎶” She sang out, frustration painting her voice as she drove her spear through the last target, all of her faux friends vanished, all but Alastor, as she stared up at the flickering red ghost. “You are stronger than I, what could I deny?🎶” She said, the spear dropping as she felt exhaustion fill herself. “I’m not a knight. I just want to do what’s right., but what is right, in a world like yours?🎶” She crashed to her knees, spear clattering as she held herself up, panting, seeing the red shimmer of the Faux Alastor vanish away.

1. OOC or IC greetings are acceptable, but please don't come in with, 'Hi, wanna roleplay?' That's why I'm here. I know a lot of people aren't here for that, but y'know... -Side note: Just tell me your expectations, if you want to plot, nosedive, or have a prompt you'd like to use, and what length you want.2. OOC v. IC, please know the difference. Our muses might have a romantic connection but us as writers do not. I'm not on here for relationships. I'll take your friendship if you'd like to hand me that opportunity.3. I write my muse typically in a darker path. Which this would include; Drug&Alcohol use, abuse, blood/gore/violence, possible NSFW content(only if the other writer permits this), foul language, etc. If this is something you can't see your muse in, there won't be any hurt feelings here if you remove me. 4. Smut is fine. We all have our desires for one thing or another. But, if I kindly decline this offer, please pick up your things and quietly take the exit. I won't tolerate you abusing me with sour words because I declined. We're adults, act like it.5. Drama. I don't want it. If there's someone on my list that you had issues with in the past, you're more than welcome to remove me; again no hurt feelings over here. 6. No text talk, please. Now, there's an exception to this rule. -She sent a text, 'see u soon' or if you're leaving for a bit and say, 'brb' that's fine. But don't type a whole reply/starter/greeting using all text talk. -This kind of goes with this rule, but make sure you make sense when writing. I understand sometimes we misspell a word, don't punctuate at the end of sentence. Don't do it on purpose.7. I write para to multi; typically around 3-7 paragraphs. Now, I don't expect everyone to have this mindset, but I do appreciate if you try to make it to 3 paragraphs. -Banter is different but I do prefer that in Discord mainly. 8. If there is something you didn't like in my reply. Please tell me straight up. Communication is my favorite kink. I can't fix something if you don't tell me. The same goes for the story, I understand stories can end up in a dead-end. Tell me, we can come up with a different plot or we can go our separate ways.9. Have fun. That's what we're here for, at least most of us are. 10. If I have sent you a greeting of sorts to gesture I'm interested in writing, and I don't see any effort on your side in replying. I have a month limit. Meaning, if you've not responded in a month with something, I will remove you and go on with my journey. I don't exactly enjoy just being a pretty face in someone's list. Same goes for me to you, if I don't respond to whatever your day limit is, you have ever right to remove me. If I so happen to add you again, either you can accept or block me. Entirely up to you!All I ask from you now is to comment that you read and understood the comments. Could be an emoji, a simple 'k', or whatever to ensure you took in the information. Thank you. 

she called her group the Nightshade Nyx, a mercenary group for hire. she did small jobs for people around the capital city making little money. Hiro Fujiyama found out about her and wanted to join, to help with the flow of money. Hiro had connections with the surface world, knowing merchants and traders. They started decorating the sewers to make it feel more like home, since they will be staying there for a while. Bought talking devices(cellphones) to communicate better. The jobs start coming from outside of the city, hiring an orc to be their bodyguard. Gruntilda was the orcs name and she was working with another mercenary group but decided to work for Grimm because of her ‘pretty’ face. They now had the money to live okay on and decided to hire a cook. The cooks name was Hellfiera, a haughty and mean sun elf. She has quite the attitude but her cooking makes up for her lack of disrespect. Even though the Nightshade Nyx was growing, they still needed to figure out how to promote and entice people to join. That’s when they encountered a small child named Dahlia. She was a vampire with mind control powers, how they found that out was when she attempted to mind control Grimm but failed. Grimm thought she would be perfect for recruiting others, and in exchange she would give her some of her blood when she needs to feed. The group was growing but there’s always room for more, the sewers are massive afterall.

Name: Seras ElysiumNicknames/Titles: The Oracle, Divine One, The Light of the GodsAge: Physically appears 18, is over 500+Race: Half Demi-God | Half AngelGender: Male - Femboy - OmegaHeight: 5'7 Weight: 134 lbs.Eyes: Light blue blended with gold.Hair: Very long, flowing, slightly golden, blond. Voice: Warm, light, friendly. S/O: Gay, submissive. Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Oracle of the Divine Will | Spiritual LeaderScars: None. Piercings: Ears, naval. Tattoos/Birthmarks: Yes, he was born with golden, fire hued birthmarks that span across his body, primarily his leg, waist and chest. The back of his hands bear similarly colored star-like marks.Weapon of Choice: His holy/light magic is his go to, however he is adept with his spear, which doubles as a magic staff to amplify his spells. Outfit/Clothes: See image, dresses in white and gold, usually fairly revealing attire. Figure: Slim, feminine with wide hips. Turn Ons: He absolutely loves when his partner gets rough and manhandles him, grabbing his hair, sitting on his lover’s lap and being presented like some prize, the feel of his lover’s hands on his body.~Likes: Basking out in the sun on his balcony, the scent of rain, light rainfall with a soft mist, exploring old ruins, strawberries and cream are his favorite treats.Dislikes: Greatly dislikes anything bitter, Powers: I won’t list every little thing, there’s far too wide a range of light and holy magic. Besides, it’ll be more interesting to explore what he can do in an rp, no? Personality: Seras is a warm and caring individual, he enjoys helping others and offering them guidance as needed. The natural trusting air that surrounds him and overall friendly demeanor makes it easy for him to get along with others. Or well, perhaps fool, is more accurate. While he genuinely has a good heart, most of the time, he hides a rather devious and depraved side of himself, a cunning mind and lustful heart. He feigns ignorance to his flirtatious habits, playing it off as pure innocence and he plays the part extremely well. In reality, Seras longs to give into sin, to be free to explore his desires, free of his figurative golden shackles. However, he doesn’t want to give in without the proper circumstances, he desires to be corrupted slowly, seductively. He has played this act so well in fact, over the years, this part of him has been buried deep down, waiting to be uncovered. He’s begun to believe his own lies, that he’s just an innocent little Oracle set about the world to help others. Bio: Seras was a very special and treasured being from the moment of his birth, a rare union between a Demi-God and an Archangel, the prophesied being of great power and importance. He was a beautiful, envied creature, the epitome of perfected virtue. He was raised, coddled by his society, the people worshiping him as though he were their very life line. This he grew to rather enjoy, even if it came with its hindrances. The main one being that he must remain pure, untouched, the image of innocence and nothing less. He is not permitted to indulge in sin of any kind, lest he wish to lose his comfortable and luxurious life. Though, that’s what he’s been told, in reality, should one be capable of corrupting him they would gain a powerful weapon at their disposal. Pets: He has a favorite steed, CloudDancer.House/Residence: He lives in a very large and luxurious villa. Theme Songs:[WIP]

  The power dynamic between the two had a vast and great difference. Vaggie protected the hotel with her heart - intending on others not to intrude when there was danger. Everyone in the hotel were the ones she loved; knowing she wanted to be their 'armor' so to speak.Alastor on the other hand... well, he entered the hotel only wishing for entertainment. He wished to rejoice in sinners failure regarding their attempt at redemption. Oh - he loved the sounds they would make. Still, it helped that he had intentions to get himself out of his deal, but the failure in everyone else certainly helped raise his spirits!His humming could be heard throughout the entirety of the hotel as he walked through it, alongside the music from his radio staff. The hotel was bustling with demons, and Charlie was running around like... she had new plans. Alastor made no comments but regarded her with a raised eyebrow as she gave him an affectionate wave before barreling in the other direction.Husk was manning the bar as usual, Niffty was chasing bugs around, and he noticed Angel Dust was not present. Crimson orbs tried to study the room until they trained on Vaggie who was currently frustrated with... something. While he had no idea what it was, it reminded him of the time she wanted to film that commercial for Charlie, and a sinister grin appeared on his lips."Oh, my dear, whatever could be wrong? You look like you wish to hurt something." He leaned in real close to her face.Vaggie groaned, "Uggh, why are you even here Alastor? You don't do anything but watch everyone else suffering."When she noticed that Alastor looked offended to that, Vaggie straightened herself out. Not that she was afraid or anything, but the man did own her soul. The silence was rather loud as Alastor regarded her with a curious look - clearly thinking. "Tell me my dear, have I not been loyal?" He leaned in and tapped her head with his radio stick. "Am I not a knight, too?"Vaggie stood up, "That's not-""I've been defending this hotel! Just like you!" A deranged laugh escaped through a clenched smile as he snapped his fingers - the entire room shifting and changing colors. Alastor's outfit shifted, as did Vaggie's, the very same that he sang to them in when they first met. Music played from the radio staff that he left unattended, but knew it would remain safe next to the chair as he gently took her hand to pull her to him.His grin deepened, "Now, my dear, we can continue this back and forth, but you and I know that's a battle you wouldn't win,🎶" He twirled her around and made the shadows come through the floor to greet her with jazzy music, "Don't tell me you truly believe in the ones who sin, 🎶" He laughed, "As their doubt is a given, my dear, but I am still here. 🎶""I can be your friend, your pal, the man you go to whenever you're in distress, 🎶" He moved to the beat and tightened his grip on her hand - almost to the point where he was trying to warn her again, "And just like you, I am a knight. I am a protector, an armor for the hotel ~ 🎶" "Have I not been loyal? Am I not a knight, too? I've been defending this hotel, just like you! 🎶" Alastor spun her again, though this time it was out of his arms and a spotlight shined on her as the music shifted. "Now please do tell me my dear, how we can fix the tension 🎶?" Alastor's steps were quiet as he walked towards her - deer antlers growing and radio dials shining in his eyes - "Do I have to have a share in your vision? Or would you rather me be true to my intention? I defend the hotel just like you, my dear, and unfortunately for you, 🎶" He grabbed her hand again and looked closer in her face, "There is no end for me. 🎶"Eventually the music died and the lights returned to normal - as did their clothes. Alastor's radio staff was in his hand again and he grinned at her - almost as if that last minute did not happen. "Don't worry, I am here for you, and the hotel... for as long as I am needed." Alastor laughed and he continued to laugh even as the shadows pulled him away - the echo caressing the lobby walls as he faded.

⠀⊱⠀⠀this is a very casual account, so I can't guarantee long, deep stories and a constant flow of activity. I also work full-time and have your typical real life responsibilities. so, having said that, ic banter is highly preferred! you may also see some silly posts or musing on stream; feel free to join in!⠀⊱⠀⠀not interested in shipping or erotica. although niffty is technically of age (and a demon), she still looks and behaves like a child, so romantic scenarios — especially in the erotic sense — make me quite uncomfortable. she may comedically obsess over "bad boys", but that's the extent of it! please do not take advantage of this quirk of hers! if you desire a familial bond, however, I am all for it! especially with other residents of the hotel. I don't do "mains", but I would LOVE to have at least one of each connection ‹𝟹⠀⊱⠀⠀no drama whatsoever. I fully intend on supporting ALL of my fellow writers, mirrors (of myself and others) included. your personal problems with one person or more are not my own, so I ask that you leave me out of the crossfire and allow me to do what we all joined this site to do: write. if you see me interacting with someone you dislike, ignore it. believe me when I say that I have no reason to plot against people I don't know, with people I also don't know.⠀⊱⠀⠀I'm terribly shy and lack confidence in both writing and my portrayal of this muse, so it may take me a little bit to get to some replies. I'm very sorry for that u////u I promise I'm not ignoring anyone! I just have to muster the courage to say words.⠀⊱⠀⠀because of niffty's depraved nature, dark themes may apply — such as descriptions of gore, the killing of critters and any other traits you may expect from a psychopath. hazbin hotel has its own trigger warnings anyway, but I just wanted to bring it up myself for good measure! 

Trigger Warning: Body Horror, Death, Existentialism, Blood  Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted. and now Nadia was fleeing in the hopes of regrouping and rethinking her plans. The dark woods she was scampering through were stock full of traps pre-laid out for her downfall. The vampire leaped from branch to branch with a strange litheness to her form, she could feel the cold night's air billowing through her black curls, tossing them in front of her face as she took the chance to look back. Were they still chasing her? Were their guns drawn? Were they losing her trail--A grotesque wet slashing noise was heard and her body plummetted to the ground. Kneeling in place as her head slowly rolled right off her shoulders. High above was the thinnest wire, soaked in the black ichor that could only make up as her blood for lack of a better word. She watched momentarily as she rolled away from the rest of her form, seeing how her shoulders slouched before collapsing forward onto the ground--a mess of a body. Nadia watched as her manicured nails twitched, clawing at the old Earth before relaxing and her eyes grew heavy. The darkness was all-encompassing, she felt nothing, but everything all at once. It was like her nerves were set on fire and mercifully burned away, so she could feel nothing as the cold darkness took over her vision. She knew it was coming and there was nothing else to stop Death's cold, chilling gaze back at her.About twenty minutes later, her eyes shot open and she pushed herself up from the pile of leaves she'd faceplanted from. The sun was rising, she could feel it's warmth on her back and she brushed her hand across her neck. Not an incision or mark was left behind. When she looked back, she saw the half-dazed expression on her face in front of her. The light was long gone from her bodyless head, leaves, and forest tangled in the familiar nest of curls.Perhaps one was supposed to feel more devastated or more in panic at seeing their decapitated head. It rolled off Nadia's shoulders, well, like her old head had. Her world had ended plenty of times, countless even, this was no different from what piece she may have left on the other side once she returned. Standing up, flexing her fingers a bit, and kicking--everything seemed to be in working order. Carmine's eyes flashed with mischie, a fanged grin sliding across plush lips.She kneeled grasping the mess of old curls on the head, the jaw going slack as she stood up in her full height. "I'mma beat'em with this..." Grip tightened on the scalp of her old head as she turned on her heel. Fully ready to head back from whence she came--that familiar beat to her cold heart, it was the impossible, it was the challenge, it was the hunt.

Name: NyeonSpecies: NekkosianAppearance:Nyeon is a striking figure with vibrant purple fur, characteristic of her Nekkosian heritage. Her feline features include pointed ears, sharp claws, and piercing yellow eyes that betray both intelligence and a hint of underlying pain. Despite the trauma she has endured, there is a fierce determination reflected in her gaze, a testament to her strength and resilience.Background:Nyeon's past is shrouded in darkness, marked by tragedy and suffering. Once a carefree inhabitant of her homeworld, her life took a devastating turn when her planet was visited by individuals from Arkstead, a distant metropolis steeped in corruption and greed. Captured and trafficked into the sex trade, Nyeon endured years of unspeakable abuse and exploitation at the hands of her captors.Eventually discarded and left to fend for herself on the unforgiving streets, Nyeon found solace in music—a lifeline amidst the chaos and despair that surrounded her. Drawn to the pulsating beats and vibrant energy of the underground rave scene, she sought refuge in the neon-lit clubs and warehouses that dotted the cityscape.It was within the confines of these clandestine gatherings that Nyeon discovered her talent for music, channeling her pain and anguish into electrifying DJ sets that captivated audiences and earned her a devoted following. As her popularity grew, she found herself at the center of Arkstead's thriving nightlife, using her newfound platform not only to entertain but also to seek vengeance against those who had wronged her.Driven by a burning desire for justice, Nyeon embraced her role as a DJ-spy, using her position to gather information and intelligence on the criminal syndicates that had destroyed her life. With each beat and rhythm, she wove a web of intrigue, trading secrets and favors in pursuit of her ultimate goal: to track down and eliminate those responsible for her suffering.Despite the scars that still linger, Nyeon remains a beacon of strength and defiance—a testament to the indomitable spirit of those who refuse to be silenced by the darkness that seeks to consume them. With her music as her weapon and her determination as her guide, she marches forward, one step closer to reclaiming her stolen past and forging a new future on her own terms

Race: Nekkosians Description: Nekkosians are a remarkable race of feline humanoids renowned for their graceful agility, incredible speed, and mystical connection to the concept of having multiple lives. With their cat-like features and unique abilities, they are a captivating and enigmatic addition to the world. Appearance: Nekkosians possess a striking blend of feline and human characteristics, with a distinct elegance and beauty. They typically have humanoid bodies with heightened agility, flexibility, and balance. Their feline traits become apparent in their features, including cat-like eyes that range in color from vibrant greens to captivating golds and blues. They may also have pointed ears, sharp fangs, and a tail that sways with poise. Their fur exhibits a wide range of colors and patterns, mirroring the diversity found in Earth's feline species. From sleek and solid coats to intricate stripes, spots, or even tortoiseshell patterns, Nekkosians' fur is a visual spectacle. Their physical builds vary, with some individuals lean and wiry, while others possess a more muscular physique, each suited to their unique roles within their society. Abilities: The most renowned ability of Nekkosians is their mystical connection to the concept of having multiple lives. This extraordinary trait grants them the ability to survive what would be fatal incidents, effectively possessing nine lives. Each time a Nekkosian falls prey to a dire circumstance, they are granted a new lease on life, fully restored and ready to continue their journey. This unique ability is not without its limits, as Nekkosians must replenish their life force over time. The process occurs naturally through rest, nourishment, and the passage of time. However, the use of multiple lives should not be taken lightly, as it carries a profound toll on their well-being. Consequently, Nekkosians often approach their adventures with calculated precision, strategically conserving their lives while maximizing their impact. Society and Culture: Nekkosian society is built upon principles of agility, adaptability, and the pursuit of personal growth. They embrace their feline instincts, valuing quick thinking, acute senses, and resourcefulness. Nekkosians highly appreciate independence, valuing personal freedom and exploration, while fostering a strong sense of community and loyalty to their kin. Their culture often centers around concepts of reincarnation, embracing the idea of multiple lives as a symbol of resilience and renewal. Ceremonies and rituals mark significant milestones, such as the beginning of each new life or the celebration of pivotal moments in their history. Nekkosians possess a deep appreciation for nature and its cyclical patterns, drawing inspiration from the world around them. Interactions with Other Races: Nekkosians generally maintain peaceful interactions with other races, possessing a curious and amicable nature. They are often regarded as diplomats, mediators, and scholars due to their innate ability to adapt and their deep understanding of the cyclical nature of life. Their exceptional agility and speed make them natural explorers, adept at navigating challenging terrains or swiftly responding to crises. Nekkosians actively seek knowledge and engage in intellectual exchanges, making valuable contributions in various fields such as philosophy, art, and strategic planning. While their remarkable ability to cheat death may initially intrigue other races, it can also instill a sense of caution or skepticism. Some view the Nekkosians' unique gift as a potential imbalance in the natural order, while others see it as an awe-inspiring testament to the mysteries of life and existence. Overall, Nekkosians are a captivating and agile race, imbued with the ability to rise from the ashes and explore the vast complexities of the world. Their nine lives symbolize resilience, renewal, and the eternal pursuit of personal growth. Whether as nimble warriors, wise scholars, or peaceful diplomats, Nekkosians bring a touch of mysticism and fascination to the realms they inhabit.

Name: MiragePersonality: Mirage presents herself as confrontational and rude, being aggressive and quick to insult the player. Upon further dialogue her temper recedes, revealing her deeply nihilistic view of the world and herself. She reveals that her ill-mannered behavior is simply the result of her ever present existential dread.Trivia: It has been confirmed by Hakita in a Steam discussion thread that V1 and Mirage are separate beings. Mirage is named so because she is not real.Mirage's design was originally supposed to be her wearing a blue and yellow school dress, but was changed for looking too bland and identical to V1's body.A Mirage body pillow case, which also includes V1 on the reverse side, is available as official ULTRAKILL merchandise on New Blood's merch store.Mirage is one of four characters to say the word "F***", the other three being the Owl, Gabriel, and the author of the terminal entries found in Prime Sanctums.

Name: King MinosTerminal Entry: A prime soul is an incredibly rare occurrence in which a soul amasses so much power that it no longer requires a Husk as a vessel to manifest physically.As manifestations of pure will, prime souls are incredibly powerful, to the point that even the prideful angels see them as a threat and will use any means necessary to stop them from forming.King Minos felt that eternal suffering was an unfair and unreasonable punishment for those whose only sin was loving another. After the Disappearance of God, as angels were lost and Heaven was in chaos, Minos began his efforts to reform the Lust layer.The Lust renaissance was prosperous, as King Minos guided its inhabitants to come together and build a new civilization. The combined efforts of the countless who had been damned to the second layer bore great results as the grand city of Lust grew and grew.However, after the Council took control of Heaven and brought stability to it through their iron fist rule, they saw that Minos had gone against God's will by freeing sinners from the punishment that God had designed for them.Gabriel, the brightest of the angels, was sent to kill Minos. The king, rather than fight back, tried to reason with him, but Gabriel mercilessly struck him down without listening.As Minos' will was strong enough to attempt to stand up to Heaven's rule, the angels chose to imprison his soul in an attempt to stop it from forming into a prime soul and appointed Gabriel as the new Judge of Hell.From the prison inside his own body, Minos helplessly watched as his soulless corpse, now controlled by parasites, tore apart everything he had worked so hard to build, cursing his own weakness for failing to protect his people, vowing to take revenge...Trivia: Minos Prime says "Useless!" after each restart, implying that he knows you have died to him and that any efforts you attempt upon him will be only for naught. The only other characters that imply knowledge of restarts are the Mysterious Druid Knight (& Owl) and Minos' ACT II counterpart, Sisyphus Prime.Minos Prime often says "Die!". This is a subtle nod to the fact that he will kill you. This reference is best observed on Violent Difficulty.There is a species of bacteriophage named Minos Phrime, a direct reference to Minos Prime.This bacteriophage is notable for its resistance to high concentrations of alcohol compared to other phages.It is rumored that Gabriel slew Minos due to him spending the entire Lust City budget in bisexual lighting.Minos is allegedly capable of eating a chicken wing whole.Some people call him 'Pinos' for some ungodly reason.Some people even call him 'Pinos Mrime'.Minos is one of the only ULTRAKILL characters to have an official bodypillow, the others being Gabriel, V1, and Mirage. Thy reward is cuddles.Official Merch Image Below:Minos Prime Intro

Name: GabrielTerminal Entry: One of the most respected and feared archangels, Gabriel earned his reputation through power and efficiency.Regardless of the task given, Gabriel would always perform it quickly and decisively, earning him the title of Judge of Hell after dethroning Minos and ending the Lust renaissance.Despite answering to the Council, he is far more popular and beloved among angels due to his radiant personality and active nature, especially compared to the Council that strictly follows and upholds the dogma of the Faith.Having twice clashed with the machine and lost, Gabriel realized he had been mistaken. The strong fire that burned inside him was not hatred at all, but passion.Gabriel had never before known the joy of a struggle, of coming face-to-face with an opponent of equal or greater measure. Though he had lost twice, each loss only further grew his desire to overcome.Up until now, he had only done what was expected of him, but now for the first time he had found something he himself wanted. Not even the fast encroaching End of Hell mattered to him anymore.Still, having come to realize the horrors he had committed in God's name, he felt a great guilt. Though he could not undo what he had done, Gabriel knew he had to make things right, and headed to Hell for the last time.Trivia: It's possible that Gabriel's weakness to nails is a reference to Christ's death from being nailed to the cross.V1, Mirage, Minos and Gabriel are the only four characters (as of writing) to have body pillows that can be officially bought from New Blood.Gabriel is shown in the corner of the official New Blood Interactive 10th Anniversary art in a white dress on what looks to be a date with V1.Gabriel is one of four characters to say the word "F***", the other three being the Owl, Mirage, and the author of the terminal entries found in Prime Sanctums.Official Artwork Below:Official Merch Image Below:Gabriel Intro