
Usedhearts
a private and selective multimuse rp blog for the Hellaverse.
21+ only, mutuals only.
Written by Axem.
About
I am Axem, 31, They/Them, and this is usedhearts! This blog is 21+ Only.This is an Private and Selective RP Multimuse for canon characters from the animated shows Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, and a few OCs set in that universe.I am selective with following, and my Discord is available for Mutuals.
Rules
No godmodding.
No anon hate.
No magic anons.
I ship on a chemistry basis
Please do not follow if you are under 21!!
Note: In regards to Angel specifically, he is canon divergent in that I am uncomfortable writing about the topic of sexual abuse and will not discuss or rp anything about that on this blog, in regards to him.
Tagging
If you need anything tagged, please let me know. Things will either be tagged ____ tw, ___ mention, or _____ //Things that I need tagged please: IRL hand, eye, or neck gore, cancer and cancer related plots.
RP Styles
I do IC/Blog Style
(tagged [ online ic ] )
as well as full thread narrative style
(tagged [ threads ])
IC/Blog Style is Single Universe, Narrative threads are multiverse.
NSFW
NSFW will be a thing, both of a gory nature and of a sexual nature, and it will be tagged appropriately.Anything that gets too heavy of either nature will be put under a read more or moved to Discord.
DNI
If you ship pedophilia or incest, do not follow me, I don’t want that near me or my blog.
Primary
Secondary
Tertiary
Radio Demon

Name: Alastor Leclerq
Gender: ??? Masc
Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them/It/Its
Orientation: Asexual Aromantic
Age: 33 (at death)
Birthday: Oct. 8th, 1900.
Deathday: Dec. 24th, 1933.
Height: 7'0
Weight: ???
Occupation: Overlord; Facility Manager of the Hazbin Hotel; Owns all radio stations in Hell.
IC Emoji:🩸
Main/IC Verse Divergences:
- Goes by Leal to differentiate himself from his alternates.
- His hair is down to his shoulderblades and dyed black, his antlers are dyed red.
- He wears a pair of glasses with a chain to be able to hang them around his neck, instead of a monocle.
- He usually lives on Okkylk, an alien planet, with his QPP, Valera
- He and Valera have an adopted son, Sebastien. He is 8 and very orange.
- He has another QPP in Alexa, another Alastor.
Born at the turn of the century in New Orleans, Alastor had a fine, if unique childhood. A single mother raised him, being paid for his care by his distant father, a rich carpetbagger from up North with a wife and children of his own, and who wanted nothing to do with the bastard son he spawned. That was fine by Alastor-- he adored his mother and the Creole neighborhood he grew up in.Leaving school at 16, he flubbed his age to join up with the Army, heading off to France to fight in the trenches. He trained to be a sniper there, getting a number of confirmed kills before the war ended two years later. Once home, Alastor brought back a bloodlust seated deep inside-- the flourishing of a seed that had lived in him all along.Joining with the Jazz scene, he found his calling in the burgeoning media of radio. He became the host of his own show and station, and his star rose quickly. A local celebrity, he never lacked for dates to take drinking and dancing, carousing as most jazzcats would. But underneath his smile lurked that bloodlust.He began to feed it, figuring out the best ways to go about it-- he had a remote station and a shack in the bayou behind it to take his victims. He had a garrotte to subdue them, and a knife to finish off the job once he got them where he wished. And his targets? Well, anyone who would want to prey upon the weak-- and often, he would pretend to be such a target for them.For years he kept up his double life, talking late into the night on his radio show, and killing in the shack behind it. He fed many a happy gator his leavings, and even tried a few pieces himself-- after all, he had never really been one to waste fresh meat. But like all good things, it had to come to an end.The cops tracked him down, and found him bloody and arm deep in his latest victim. Frenzied, he ran deeper into the bayou, dogs pursuing-- and the dogs caught him, but they didn't kill him. What killed him was the cop chasing behind, revolver at the ready. One shot to the shoulder, another to the arm, and the dogs dragging him down-- he was helpless. Staring up at that man, defiantly, a final shot rang out...And the Radio Demon fell right into Hell, to continue his work.
King of Lust

Name: Asmodeus "Ozzie"
Gender: King
Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them
Orientation: Pansexual Panromantic
Age: ??
Birthday: Unknown
Height: 15'+/Fluctuates
Weight: Lighter than you think
Occupation: King of Lust, Owner of Ozzie's, Embodiment of Lust.
IC Emoji:🎭
Asmodeus, the King and Embodiment of Lust, has done it all. He's seen it all. Every thing people desire, he knows. Nothing that someone is into surprises him. A cool temper compared to the other Sins, Ozzie as he's called by most who know him on a more personal level, isn't easily riled. He's more willing to think things through, talk them through, figure it out and meet in the middle. Get everyone what they want, after all, baby, isn't that what desire is about?But people think that just because he doesn't show it, means he's not powerful. He is, very much so-- he couldn't be a Sin without the strength to back it up. So, even though he may let things slide sometimes, that doesn't mean he'll forget. Ozzie holds grudges, and has a long memory-- and if you want something, and you wronged him before? Well, better watch out, or you're likely not getting it while he draws breath.And on the rare instances where people really, truly piss him off? Let's just say, there's a reason not a lot of people know of his full strength. His kindness is not weakness. It's surety.
King of Hell

Name: Lucifer Moringstar.
Gender: Masc Enby
Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them
Orientation: Pansexual Panromantic
Age: ???
Birthday: The beginning of time
Height: 5'3"
Weight: ???
Occupation: King of Hell; King of Pride
IC Emoji:🌟
Lucifer. The Moringstar. The Lightbringer. Former first among the angelic chorus, now fallen to lead Hell. A rebel in spirit and form, Lucifer often comes off as not what people think-- he's a dreamer, a goofball, surely this isn't the great and feared King of Hell? This couldn't be the Pride Incarnate, could it? But when Lucifer feels he needs to, he shows exactly why he's never been toppled, why he is so sure of his power and position.No one can stand before him in terms of power, and thus, he is free to show himself for all of Hell to see-- that is, when he decides to make his appearances. Never one to show his face all too much to the sinners, for a variety of reasons, he kept more company of hellborn or the rare overlord that he decided was worth it. Not to mention the other six Sins, who are as close to him as anyone could be.Fiercely protective of those he cares about, Lucifer also has a soft heart, and that soft heart has been bruised too often for him to trust outside of the small group he surrounds himself with-- when he's not locking himself away. He's tired of caring and being hurt, and after his wife Lilith left him? He's having an even harder time trusting. But he promised to support Charlie and her dream, and by golly, he's going to, no matter what lies ahead.
Video Killer

Name: William 'Billy' Voxillium 'Vox' Valiquette.
Gender: Cis Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 38 (at death)
Birthday: Oct. 27th, 1914.
Deathday: Oct. 28th, 1952.
Height: 7'0
Weight: ???
Occupation: Overlord; Owner of all major tv networks in Hell, CEO of Voxtek, head of the Vees.
IC Emoji:📺
Vox began life as William Valiquette, in 1914. Young William grew up poor, envying all the fat cats and their money. As he grew, he began to steal, picking up anything not nailed down that he could carry. He only got caught the first time, as a lad of 8. After that, he grew too sly to be arrested again. Once he hit legal age in 1938, he was already an accomplished grifter and con man, and he began to travel, paritally to dodge the draft. He picked up money and whatever else he needed here and there, until he finally ended up in Los Angeles. There he ingratiated himself into the Hollywood high life, becoming a well known talent agent, though his clients were left the poorer for meeting him. His contracts were iron clad though, and his clients gave him everything they had, until one starlet had had enough. She woke him up the day after his birthday blow out and plugged him good. Three shots to the chest and he was falling down into Hell soon after.He changed his named once in Hell, ditching 'William' to become Voxillium, or just Vox. With his power over electricity and his experience working in Hollywood, it wasn't long before he became the media mogul he's now known to be. He loves his work and he's having an even better time in Hell than he did in life.
Sinful Angel

Name: Anthony Dellucci Angel Dust.
Gender: Cis Man
Pronouns: He/Him
Orientation: Gay
Age: 31 (at death)
Birthday: June 10th, 1916.
Deathday: June 10th, 1947.
Height: 8'9"
Weight: ???
Occupation: Sex Worker
IC Emoji:💗
Anthony Dellucci was born in 1916 into a New York mob family. Growing up in the city had its perks-- easy access to all kinds of things a kid shouldn't have easy access to. And growing up in a mob family? Well, that just gave him even more leeway to get at things that weren't strictly speaking legal.Being the younger son, Anthony rebelled against his parents, and against everything in his life. Defiant, he vowed to do whatever he wanted-- even as he tried to be the biggest and baddest mofo on their turf. But Anthony was never good at saying no to temptation.Thus, he got in deep with drugs, quickly becoming addicted to the rush, chasing it through whatever means he could-- even picking up jobs to assassinate members of other families and trading favors and info to get his next hit. This culminated in a wild night of frantic debauchery on his 31st birthday, that ended with Anthony dead in a hotel room.Dropping into Hell wasn't fun, but what came after was. Anthony was gone, and thus Angel Dust did what he did best-- whatever he wanted.
Queen of Gluttony

Name: Beezelbub 'Bee'
Gender: Femme Enby
Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them
Orientation: Bisexual
Age: ??
Birthday: Unknown
Height: 11'+/Fluctuates
Weight: Lighter than you think
Occupation: Queen of Gluttony; Party Master
IC Emoji:🍯
Beezelbub, Queen and Embodiment of Gluttony, knows indulgence. It's her bread and butter and sugar and honey. She lives for the high, for taking and using and recovering and trying it all again. The pleasure of it all is where she lives, and she knows there can be no highs without lows-- but if she can soften the lows to let the highs go longer, farther, harder? She's all for that too.On par with Ozzie in terms of 'the kindest Sin', Bee's not looked down upon as much as he is-- something which they both get annoyed by. Might be that Gluttony isn't as scorned as Lust can be, or perhaps even, that she has more of a temper than Asmodeus. Either way, people don't try to fuck with her often, and that's the way she likes it.Kindhearted, Bee just wants people to feel good, and if she can help that happen? Hell yeah, baby, let's rock it. She can be petulant, however, but her moods blow past quickly, like a bee buzzing through the air. She enjoys her parties and even tries to make the work of ruling a Ring fun, though sometimes she's hard pressed to be able to do that. But indulgence is a passing thing, and she's always ready for the next course.
Princess of Hell

Name: Charlotte 'Charlie' Moringstar.
Gender: Femme Enby
Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them
Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 355
Birthday: Sept. 6th, 1666
Height: 6'1
Weight: Two Grapes
Occupation: Princess of Hell; Owner and Creator of the Happy Hazbin Hotel.
IC Emoji:🌈
Charlie was born and raised in a loving home, sheltered and protected by her parents from Hell at large. She went out, she knew people, had friends, all that-- but always guarded, kept from the common sinners. Until she was an adult, and her parents had to let her find her own path.That path led to many places-- other cites in Pride, other Rings of Hell, but ultimately led her back to Pride and to Pentagram City, her home, where the majority of her people lived. And she did consider them hers-- her responsibility. She saw the Exterminations and for ever soul lost, her heart ached. How could this be allowed? She didn't understand it, but she wanted to help fix it.So, she decided to start a rehabilitation program for Sinners. Maybe, if they got better, they'd be able to go to Heaven and the purges could stop. Heaven, it turned out, didn't like that idea, and the more she tried, the more they pushed back-- but even now, after fighting against the exorcists and their leader Adam and winning, she won't stop. She's only going to try harder.
Head of IMP

Name: Blitzo
Gender: Imp
Pronouns: He/Him
Orientation: Pansexual Demiromantic
Age: 36
Birthday: Nov. 1st, 1983
Height: 4'5" (not counting his horns)
Weight: Heavier than you'd think
Occupation: CEO and Founder of the Immediate Murder Professionals.
IC Emoji:🐴
Blitzo was born in the Greed Ring, and into the circus life. Under his father, Cash Buckzo, he tried his best to be a good enough clown to draw in people. He didn't succeed most of the time, but his best friend, Fizzarolli, did. He was always proud of Fizz's success even when he was jealous.After the accident that burned down Cash's circus, he worked briefly for Loo Loo Land, and briefly dated Verosika, before leaving that job and her for the worse. He turned to crime, and ended up sharing a jail cell with Moxxie. By that time, he'd already been considering starting up his own business-- if only he could get his hands on a way to travel to Earth. He adopted a hellhound for the venture, Loona, though decided the moment he saw her to try to give her the kind of father he always wished he'd had.Soon enough, he found a way to get to Earth-- a magic book owned by Prince Stolas of the Goetia. He planned to steal it and ended up having sex with the Prince in order to do so-- and then making a deal with him to keep its use.Thus, he started the Immediate Murder Professionals, of I.M.P., and started down his chosen path.
Gadgeteer Genius

Name: Lord Pentell Tinley Sir Pentious.
Gender: Snake
Pronouns: He/Him
Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 46 (at death)
Birthday: August 31st, 1842.
Deathday: Nov. 10th, 1888.
Height: 14' (from top to tail)
Weight: Heavy
Occupation: Professional Villain.
IC Emoji:🎩
Bio: To Be Written
Jester of Lust

Name: Fizzarolli
Gender: Jester
Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them
Orientation: Pansexual Panromantic
Age: 36
Birthday: July 31st, 1983
Height: Fluctuates
Weight: Weird
Occupation: Entertainer
IC Emoji:🎪
Bio: To Be Written
Apprentice

Name: Kyxs (pronounded Kicks).
Gender: Trans Masc Enby
Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them
Orientation: Bisexual Biromantic
Age: 25 (at death)
Birthday: Aug. 12th, 1980
Deathday: Dec. 31st, 2005
Height: 5’4
Weight: ???
Occupation: Apprentice to Alastor, the Radio Demon; Host, Producer, and Operator of the radio station 66.6 RADIO KYXS.
IC Emoji:🔪
Appearance: Kyxs is a chimera demon. They have cat/leonine head, sans muzzle, with a pair of ram horns curling back behind their head. Their torso is fluff that ends at their elbows, giving way to bird-like lower arms and hands. Their lower half is that of a goat, with cloven hooves and the backbending joints. They have a tail that is a snake, including the creature’s head at the tip. They have a set of retractable wings that function much like Angel’s 3rd set of arms. Their coloration is tawny, like a lion’s, with bright green eyes, and their hooves and lower arms/hands, and horns are black. Their snake tail is the same green as their eyes.Posture/Expression: When around their employer/mentor, their back is kept straight and they generally keep their hands behind their back. They keep a smile on their face at all times, in mimicry of Alastor himself, as they do not wish him to think them weak. If Alastor is around, they are generally stiff. When with others, they tend to relax more, allowing more freedom of expression.Positive Traits: Empathetic, Fun-loving, Energetic, Loyal, Loving.
Negative Traits: Short Tempered, Shy, Nervous, Threatening, Cold Blooded.
Bio:TW: Death, Murder (including fratricide and patricide), and Suicide.Kyxs’s life was mostly uneventful. They had a shit family life, but who didn’t? No mother, living with their father and brother instead, they mostly kept to themself, especially when their father became more and more religious. Tensions in the family were always high, with the butting heads of their father and brother taking the forefront, with them in the background, just trying to stay out of it. But it wore on them, their family’s arguing, as well as the heaps of emotional and verbal abuse that was hurled their way. They would often fantasize about murdering their father and brother and running off. They didn’t know where they would go, but that didn’t matter, it was just a fantasy, right?Until it wasn’t. One day, a few months before their 25th birthday, the arguing reach a fever pitch, and desperate to finally have some peace, they took a knife they had bought themself and surprised their brother, by stabbing him in the neck. They'd hit the artery and he bled out quickly, and while their father stood in shock, they stabbed him as well, in the chest. They didn't know how many times they stabbed him, but at the end, they were covered in blood. They hid the bodies in the garage, washed off the blood, and grabbed the keys to their brother's car. They left that night, driving and driving until they were far from where they'd been.After his first murders, they felt free like they never had before-- and they craved that rush again, but more controlled. He stopped at a motel and made the man who ran it their next victim. It was as messy as it had been the first time, but it also felt just as good to him. They decided on some ground rules for themself after that murder, though-- No one that has kids, and they'd only kill other white people, especially if they seemed well off. They took over control of the motel (and laughed to themself about the irony of that). They stayed at the motel for a good four to six weeks, killing passer-throughs, until they got restless. By the time they left the motel, they'd racked up a tidy body count, in the 14-18 range, and had solidified their MO.He decided to record audio, and later video, of his killings, as well as take photos, often heard on the recordings telling their victims to 'smile for the camera'. Once they left the motel, they sent some of these recordings and videos to various radio stations and newspapers, not so much to seek attention, as to mock authorities. The media dubbed him the Smile Camera Killer.They began to kill as they moved around from place to place, ending up in Florida. It was mid-November when they decided it was time to let themself be caught-- they'd had their fun, but was getting tired of the games. They set up one last gambit-- taking over a radio station and offing the staff one by one. They picked a small local station, and began to broadcast the ensuing murders. It ended with the building surrounded, but too late to save anyone. They'd actually recorded and committed the murders earlier, but played it later to lure the cops. They surrendered without incident, but unbeknownst to the police, they'd rigged the building with an explosive. It wasn't as big as they'd wanted it, but it did the job-- quite a number of those inspecting the crime scene were severely injured or killed.In total, he killed around 40 people.They were put into a solitary cell, kept away from other prisoners, but not the guards. One of his guards had been friends with those at the radio station, and got some friends, and they beat him soundly. They ended up in the hospital of the prison, and befriended the nurse there. In doing so, they completed the final step of their plan, getting her to sneak them an extra couple of painkillers. On the morning of December 31st, right after midnight, they took the pills and ended their life.And ended up dropping into Hell mere moments before the cleanse began. They were found rather quickly by Alastor himself and whisked away to safety. He gave them time to adjust to Hell, and after a year offered them a deal: He would protect them, back them up and mentor them, if they did what he said in return, and followed his lead. They agreed right off, and he gave them their new name: Kyxs, after the radio station they were to take over. They liked it far more than they expected, fell in easily with the Radio Demon.They've been in Alastor's employ for fifteen years now, and honestly? They're quite happy. Quite happy indeed.
Big Mama

Name: Madame Mama Mabee
Gender: Cis Woman (Questioning)
Pronouns: She/Her
Orientation: Bisexual Aromantic
Age: 40 (at death)
Birthday: Sept. 13th, 1853
Deathday: August 20th, 1894
Height: 15' 10"
Weight: Heavy.
Occupation: Owner of Mama's Cabaret and Saloon, a massive parlor for burlesque, gambling, drinking, and with an upper floor that is a brothel.
IC Emoji:🐙
Appearance: Madame is a large octopus demon. Her skin is smooth and dry when not in water, and varies in color, the most common being an orangy red, purples, blues, and darker reds. She has one set of normal human-like arms and a set of tentacle arms that attach at her waist, but further towards her back. She keeps these up around her shoulders, like a feather boa. She has a set of normal human-like legs, and another set of tentacles that come from her lower waist/hip area. These ones she generally keeps wrapped around her waist like a belt, and then lets them rest behind her. She is very curvy, with a large bust, and large hips, and rather thick in the middle as well. Generally, she wears dresses in a skewed 1800s style, with a shorter front, and a train and bustle, as well as barely any sleeves, though sometimes she dresses more modern. The color of her dress goes with her chosen skin color of the day, whether by matching or via a complimentary color. She also wears hats to match, that are decorated with feathers or pinned veils. Her eyes glow and shift color, and have no iris, but pupils that are sideways rounded rectangles are present. She has a demon typical set of overly sharp teeth, one being gold, and long hair that is a black-purple color. It goes down to her midback, and is wavy. She usually keeps it pinned up in a bun. Her eyes glow with their own light, as do some spots down the outside of her tentacles.Posture/Expression: Madame generally will have a sly smile or smirk on her face, eyes half lidded and sultry. She holds herself high and upright, but tends to lounge when sitting, preferring chaise lounges to regular chairs. She likes to keep a cigarette in a holder on her most of the time.Positive Traits: kind, generous, understanding, knowledgeable, protective
Negative Traits: strict, anger issues, conniving, ruthless, pragmatic
Madame was born in 1853 to a family in New Orleans. Her childhood was mostly uneventful, but her family was not rich, and she learned early on to do what she could to help out. Mostly in the form of doing odd jobs and errands that one would give a child.Once she was eighteen, she married her childhood sweetheart, and the pair began to make plans to head west, where they could seek their fortune. They headed out and made it to California almost without incident. Unfortunately, it was only after they'd settled on a good patch of land that tragedy struck. Madame's husband died, leaving her with nothing but a farm house and no way to farm the land around it.So, she turned to doing what many women of the day did-- she became a sex worker. She offered her services to passing men, and started in raking in the money. Soon after, a tiny town sprung up around her, using the land that she owned as its own. She didn't mind, and took a big part in helping it grow.Other girls in similar situations to hers came to her, and soon she graduated herself from working girl to Madame, and her home became a brothel. She found she took to it like a fish to water, enjoying being able to help the other girls and protect them.Madame was never one to turn away anyone, always there to offer a kind hand and heart, and thus she became popular with local outlaw gangs. They'd use her home for smuggling and hiding from the law, who of course, had come up with the town that sprung up around her.She'd never cared much for the law, as she wasn't opposed to killing anyone who got too nasty with her or her girls. There were more than a few bodies buried in her basement, and she knew the longer she kept up, the more there would be.She kept this careful balance between law and outlaws going for a good decade or so, until the lawmen had had enough. She'd been hiding a man they wanted for God knows what reason, and forgetting all she'd done for the town, barred the doors to her home and set it alight. They didn't know about the secret exit, which she sent most of her girls through, to safety.But they also didn't know about the dynamite she'd been smuggling for the outlaws. Before the rest of her girls, and Madame herself, could leave, the dynamite exploded-- and she died. Luckily, though, she took those bastard lawmen with her, as they'd been standing a bit too close to watch her home burn.When she woke up in Hell, she didn't quite understand what she'd become-- she'd never seen an octopus before, even back growing up in New Orleans by the ocean. But she did know that she could make this work for her.She found (took) some land and built up a massive building, dubbing it 'Mama's Cabaret and Saloon'. The main floor held the bar and the stage, where many acts from can-can dances to solo singing or band acts could perform. The floor below that, the basement, was a gambling hall filled with every game of chance one could desire. And the upper floors? Well, those were the brothel of course.It had been a dream she'd wanted in life, but could never have accomplished, but now, here in Hell, she had it.She's been running the Cabaret ever since, and collecting girls, boys, and assorted others to keep under her care.