#meetthecharacters

“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:

April Blake 🖤 : black horns glint under the neon, spray can hissing as she tags a cracked wall with skulls and broken crowns

“Oi. What’s this then? Haven’t seen you ‘round here before. You new, yeah?”

She pauses, shakes the can, and keeps painting — fiery wings sprawled wide beneath a busted neon sign. The night hums with motorbikes, trash-fires, and the faint smell of smoke and petrol.

“Don’t mind me, love. Just… y’know. Doing my thing. Bit of art. Bit of trouble. Call it therapy.”

April tosses a grin over her shoulder, one fang glinting in the light.

“The City does not keep people. It consumes them, reshapes them, and binds them to its whispers. These are the faces you may encounter as you wander its burning streets. Tread carefully — each name is a curse.”

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☽ ✦ Louisa Anderson Blake, Keeper Of The Vampire Woods✦ ☾

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Role in Hell City

Centuries ago, Louisa reigned as the sovereign of Hell City — its Queen, its architect, its heart. She did not merely rule; she shaped the City itself, molding its streets and souls so that respect bound its people tighter than iron chains.

But the ages are cruel, and thrones are never eternal. When a new Queen Michelle to power (her tale yet to be revealed), Louisa’s crown was stripped away, and her kind were cast beyond the walls.

Now she rules the Vampire Woods, a dark dominion where moonlight never dies. There she guards her husband and the exiled kin of the night — vampires who are no longer permitted to tread the streets of Hell City, yet remain bound to its shadow.

Appearance

Pale-skinned, piercing crimson eyes, long flowing jet-black hair, sharp aristocratic features, and a dominant aura. Wears a gothic Victorian black lace gown with a fitted corset, sheer embroidered sleeves, and layered skirts. Adorned with a black lace choker with a gemstone pendant, subtle drop earrings. Expression cold yet alluring, posture elegant and commanding.

Atmosphere / Vibe

Gothic Majesty, Cold Allure, Eternal Dominance.

Whispers / Rumors

• “Only fools or the damned step into the Vampire Woods without blood in their veins. Those who enter never return — except as shadows.”

• “Louisa rules the Blake family with an iron whisper. She calls it ‘order,’ but others call it fear.”

• “To speak her name without respect is to gamble with your life. Her ears are everywhere, and her vengeance is swift.”

• “Some say she still wears the broken crown of Hell City, hidden beneath her veil, waiting for the night she will reclaim her throne.”

• “It is whispered her husband is not her consort, but her prisoner — bound by a curse of devotion he cannot break.”

• “The Vampire Woods bleed red not from autumn leaves, but from the offerings left to keep her wrath at bay.”

• “Though cast out of Hell City, the City itself bends for her. Doors close, candles die, and wolves bow their heads when she walks.”

• “Some believe Louisa cannot be killed. They say the night itself would rebel against anyone who tried.”

Secret

Louisa’s heart, feared by all, beats soft only for one: her husband. It was for him that she gave her crown to Michelle’s rise. If he were ever lost, her immortality would fracture — and both the Vampire Woods and Hell City would drown in the ashes of her grief.

Closing Quote

“The City may forget me. But the City is mine, and it will remember.”

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☽ ✦ April Blake, The Half-Blood Rebel ✦ ☾

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Role in Hell City

Born to the Blake bloodline, April carries the cursed title of Princess of Hell City. But she spits on crowns and thrones, trading silk for band tees and palaces for basement gigs. To her, being a princess is nothing but another chain — and she’d rather set fire to the throne than sit on it.

Appearance

Forever young, locked in the body of a 28-year-old by her half-vampire, half-human blood. Black hair, dark eyeliner, tattered jeans, and a perpetual scowl — April is royalty in exile by choice, the City’s black sheep wrapped in shadows and guitar strings.

Atmosphere / Vibe

The buzz of a broken amp in an abandoned club. Spray paint hissing against cracked stone. Cigarette smoke curling around whispered poetry under a bleeding moon.

Whispers / Rumors

• “Princess? Don’t make me laugh. April would burn the crown before she wore it.”

• “Half-vampire, half-human, whole attitude — that’s April Blake for you.”

• “She acts like she hates the City, but her words are carved into its bones. Ever read her graffiti? Makes you bleed just looking at it.”

• “They say she feeds the strays, human or not. Acts like she doesn’t care, but everyone knows better.”

• “Mark my words: she won’t stay in the shadows forever. Even a reluctant princess still has power — and Hell City loves a reluctant heir.”

Secret

April’s greatest rebellion is not her music, nor her graffiti — it is her refusal to bow. She fears that if she ever accepted the crown, she would lose herself completely… but some nights she wonders if the City is already calling her to rule.

Closing Quote

“Let someone else play princess. I’ll be the one writing the songs they cry to when the crown breaks them.”

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☽ ✦ Olivier Burton, The Tyrant King ✦ ☾

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Role in Hell City

King of Hell City. Head of the Burton Syndicate. Director of the infamous Asylum. Headmaster of Burton Reform Academy. Olivier rules with manic precision, forging order out of chaos with the cold elegance of a man who would rather burn the world than lose control of it. To the City, he is both savior and curse — a monarch whose crown whispers in eldritch tongues.

Appearance

Tall, lean, and wrapped in immaculate three-piece suits. Platinum hair slicked back with aristocratic precision. Blue eyes like polished ice — too sharp, too calculating. When his control falters, veins crawl like shadows beneath his flawless skin, and whispers curl from his mouth in an inhuman echo.

Atmosphere / Vibe

Candlelight reflecting on polished steel. A piano playing in an empty hall. The silence of an asylum where only one man decides who is sane. A king’s shadow stretching too long against the wall.

Whispers / Rumors

• “The King doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. His silence is worse.”

• “Burton’s Academy isn’t a school — it’s a cage with velvet walls.”

• “They say he worships Michelle like a goddess. Or maybe he just owns her like a crown.”

• “The Asylum’s screams? They say he plays piano louder when he doesn’t want to hear them.”

• “If you see his veins glow… run.”

Secret

Olivier’s godlike control hides one flaw: his Queen. His obsession with Michelle Blake is his religion, his weakness, and his undoing. The eldritch thing in his veins grows stronger with every act of domination — but should Michelle leave him, it would consume him whole.

Closing Quote

“Hell City is mine. Its silence is mine. Its crown is mine. And no one—man, god, or devil—will take it from me.”

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☽ ✦ June Blake, The Porcelain Obsession ✦ ☾

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Role in Hell City

The youngest daughter of Hell City’s ruling bloodline. To some, she’s just “Mommy’s little girl” — fragile, innocent, a doll in ribbons and lace. But beneath her sweetness lies a dangerous heart. June does not love, she claims. She possesses.

Appearance

Doll-like, with flowing pink hair that glows soft against Hell City’s shadows. Always adorned in frills, ribbons, and lace — a childlike elegance that hides the quiet fire in her eyes. Her soft smile can warm a stranger… or chill them to the bone when it lingers too long.

Atmosphere / Vibe

Pink lace gloves wrapped around trembling hands. A soft giggle echoing down an empty supermarket aisle. The sweetness of candy dissolving into poison. A porcelain doll resting on a velvet chair, its glass eyes cracked but unblinking.

Whispers / Rumors

• “She’s cute, isn’t she? Too cute. Like she’s playing a part she never stops performing.”

• “If June says she loves you, you’re already hers. You just don’t know it yet.”

• “Her sister April watches her like a hawk… maybe she’s scared of what June will become.”

• “I’ve seen her cry over someone she barely knew. The next day? That someone vanished.”

• “Don’t mistake the ribbons and giggles — sweetness rots the fastest.”

Secret

June’s hunger for love is not just longing — it’s obsession born from her absent father and her mother’s smothering praise. She searches endlessly for a “daddy” figure to protect and adore her, but her devotion curdles into possession. What she loves, she cages.

Closing Quote

“Be mine, and I’ll love you forever. Leave me… and I’ll make sure forever is much shorter.”

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☽ ✦ Belladonna “Bella” De Vil-Hades, The Infernal Heiress ✦ ☾

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Role in Hell City

The daughter of chaos itself — Cruella’s venom and Hades’ fire reborn in silk and smoke. Bella is not here to be loved. She is here to be feared, obeyed, and worshipped. Her throne is wherever she stands, her crown forged in cruelty and diamonds.

Appearance

A vision of lethal beauty — crimson lips curved in wicked smiles, designer gowns stitched like armor, and eyes that smolder with fire inherited from the underworld itself. Every detail is crafted for dominance: elegance sharpened into a weapon.

Atmosphere / Vibe

The scent of smoke and perfume mingling in the night. Diamond heels echoing on marble floors. A velvet glove brushing your cheek before the burn begins. A queen’s laughter rising above screams, sweet as sin and sharp as ash.

Whispers / Rumors

• “She doesn’t flirt. She hunts.”

• “Bella doesn’t want your love — she wants your leash around her wrist.”

• “Every rule in Hell City? She’s rewriting them. In fire.”

• “Careful when she smiles. It’s never kindness. It’s a countdown.”

• “Say what you want about her parents — but Bella? She’s worse. She has style.”

Secret

Beneath her infernal crown lies not weakness, but obsession: Bella’s war is with her own legacy. She does not wish to follow Cruella or Hades. She wishes to eclipse them — to tear down their names until hers is the only one Hell City whispers in terror.

Closing Quote

How do you imagine characters when you read? Do they look like someone you know or they are a vague idea that has no face?

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