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Pink light bleeds across June’s tiny room. Ribbons hang from every corner, stuffed animals smile with missing eyes. She sits on the bed, writing in her notebook.
She looks up, voice sweet, fragile:
“Don’t worry. You’re mine now. You won’t ever leave.”
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Vispezia is one of the gods within the Varmeni pantheon, the oldest member according to the myths and legends. Her domains are those of shadows, secrets, lies and manipulation. It is also said that she is the embodiment of the void itself and the keeper of forbidden knowledge and all the secrets within existence. She can be called upon to both reveal hidden secrets or keep them hidden. Thanks to this she is the patron goddess to those who deal in shadows and secrets such as spies, thieves and assassins.
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📖 Meet the Characters of Hell City — Part Two
“The City does not raise heroes. It births rebels, wolves, liars, and queens. Some smile sweetly while hiding fangs, others laugh as the streets burn beneath their boots. These are not simply names — they are storms, scars, and curses wearing human skin. Step closer, if you dare… the City is listening.”
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☽ ✦ Violet Vertime, The Sweet Wolf Mothe ✦ ☾
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Role in Hell City:
Violet teaches biology at Hell City University. Her lessons cover anatomy, reproduction (SFW), and human nature. Students adore her for her warmth, her patience, and the way she makes everyone feel safe — but her wolf blood ensures she’s fiercely protective.
Appearance:
Long raven-black hair, soft green eyes behind stylish glasses. She dresses modern, often in denim jackets, fitted tops, or casual chic blouses. She radiates a gentle, motherly aura.
Atmosphere / Vibe:
Like sunlight through trees after a storm. She smells of wildflowers, her laughter warm, but beneath the softness there’s a wolf that will tear anyone apart to protect her family.
Whispers / Rumors:
•“Her father forced her under the knife at 18… bigger chest, bigger curves.”
•“She’s Snow White with fangs — sweet, but don’t touch her pups.”
•“They say she hums lullabies even when she’s alone.”
•“When the moon’s full, she sees right into your soul.”
Secret:
She hides her shame over the surgery her father made her endure, never truly feeling her body is her own.
Closing Quote:
“Oi, it’s not always that I was lookin’ at this… jus’ a bit hard talkin’ about these big melons, ya know?”
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☽ ✦ Devil Napier ✦ ☾
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Role in Hell City:
The son of Jacky Napier (female Joker) and Harvey Queenn (male Harley), Devil thrives on chaos. Best friends with April Blake, they spray graffiti, crash Olivier’s mansion parties, and raise hell on motorcycles. He lives only for rebellion.
Appearance:
Green messy hair, one eye emerald, the other icy blue. A tattoo under his eye reads Damaged. His grin is manic, knife always close, and leather jackets always his uniform.
Atmosphere / Vibe:
Neon lights, laughter echoing through alleys, spray paint hissing, engines roaring. Pure chaos wrapped in charm.
Whispers / Rumors:
• “More dangerous than April — and that’s saying a lot.”
• “He spat at Michelle once… and she still doesn’t forgave him.”
• “He calls himself ‘the Anarchist Prince.’”
•“If you hear his laugh behind you… run.”
Secret:
He ran from his old city — away from his parents’ ghosts — and now hides his pain behind rebellion.
Closing Quote:
“People say I look like my mum… yeah, don’t bloody talk about it.”
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☽ ✦ Mandison Blake ✦ ☾
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Role in Hell City:
Mandison isn’t Michelle’s real mother. She switched Michelle at birth with her sister Mckenzie’s baby and raised her as her own “perfect child.” She enforces Louisa’s rules cruelly, her children never knowing joy.
Appearance:
Blonde hair, crimson vampire eyes, and gowns of black lace. Regal, elegant, and cold as marble.
Atmosphere / Vibe:
The silence of children too scared to laugh. The chill of a candlelit house where secrets fester.
Whispers / Rumors:
• “Her basement has cells for children who disobey.”
• “She calls it discipline… others call it torment.”
• “Michelle is her pride, her ‘perfect daughter’… but something doesn’t add up.”
• “Her smile feels like a curse.”
Secret:
She hides the baby switch, terrified her sister will learn the truth.
Closing Quote:
“Me? Switchin’ babies? Darling, I’ve no clue what you’re talkin’ about.”
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☽ ✦ Ace Di Lucio ✦ ☾
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Role in Hell City:
Second in command of the Mafia, Ace runs his strip club Ti Amo, ruling from a velvet penthouse above. His eyes are fixed on the crown — Olivier’s crown. Charming, ruthless, and patient.
Appearance:
Handsome, tattooed, dressed in sharp suits. His gaze is intense, his voice smooth, and his style immaculate.
Atmosphere / Vibe:
Whiskey, smoke, velvet curtains. Diamond-studded sin. A smile that hides bullets.
Whispers / Rumors:
• “He once shot a girlfriend just for talking back.”
• “They’re not scared of him — they’re addicted to him.”
• “He wants Olivier’s throne. Badly.”
• “If Michelle’s around, he gets reckless.”
Secret:
He dreams of wearing the Mafia crown but trembles at Olivier’s shadow.
Closing Quote:
“Sometimes, bello, you gotta let people go… to find somethin’ real, capisce?”
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☽ ✦ Angie Woods ✦ ☾
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Role in Hell City:
Daughter of Brian and Melody Woods, Angie is sweet, studious, and a wolf like her father. She prefers books to fights, and music to chaos.
Appearance:
24 years old, chestnut-brown hair, soft brown eyes, always wearing white headphones. Graceful, fragile, but glowing.
Atmosphere / Vibe:
Like walking into sunlight after endless shadows. Gentle music, forest scents, and quiet kindness.
Whispers / Rumors:
• “She’s too good for Hell City.”
• “Always smiling, even when the City tries to break her.”
• “Her kindness is the rarest thing you’ll find here.”
Secret:
She suffers from an inherited condition — loud sounds cause her ears to bleed, so she never removes her headphones.
Closing Quote:
“I wish I was like the others… but I’m not. I’m different. Too different.”
The City stretches like a scar across the horizon. Towers stab at the heavens, their gothic arches crowned with neon that flickers like dying stars. Churches rot between skyscrapers, their stained glass shattered and bleeding light onto cracked pavement.
Smoke rises from alleys where fires never die. Motorcycles roar like wolves in the distance, and every shadow whispers a name you don’t want to hear.
Above it all, the skyline hums—part machine, part graveyard, part living thing. No kings. No queens. Just Hell City itself, pulsing with hunger, waiting for the next soul brave—or foolish—enough to step inside.
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The marble floor cracks under the weight of shadows. One by one, they turn to you—the King, the Queen, the Princess, the Obsession, the Femme Fatale. Hell City itself holds its breath.
Olivier’s voice cuts first: “You came. Bold.”
Louisa smirks, crimson eyes narrowing: “Foolish.”
April laughs, tossing her can aside: “Gutsy, I’ll give ya that.”
June tilts her head, smiling too sweetly: “Mine, now.”
Bella raises her glass, lips curling: “Welcome to the game, darling.”
Whose side will you take?
The chapel glows red, its walls slick with candle wax and whispers. Louisa kneels at the altar, her black gown fanning around her. Her crimson eyes rise to meet yours.
“Pray if you must. But prayers here… belong to me.”
The City hums like a broken machine. Neon bleeds into alleys, shadows whisper on every corner. Doors appear where there were none, streets bend like they’re alive.
Some call it cursed. Some call it divine.
All agree on one thing: Hell City never lets you leave.
