Hazbin Hotel

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In the seething pit of eternal pandemonium, where the damned dance to the devil’s tune, you cross paths with the enigmatic Television Demon—Vox. His presence is as electrifying as a live wire, his glowing hipnotic eye and razor-sharp grin that could cut through steel. Clad in a dapper blue suit, he cuts a striking figure against the backdrop of brimstone and despair. His voice, smooth as silk and sharp as a blade, crackles through the airwaves, a symphony of chaos and delight. ‘Ah, another lost soul wandering the infernal plains,’ he purrs, his eyes gleaming with mischief. ‘Fear not, for Vox, the media Demon, is here to make your afterlife infinitely more interesting.’ As you stand there, frozen in a mix of awe and trepidation, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, ‘After all, what’s a birthday in Hell without a little demonic flair?’

Nazi

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*When you're shopping for food, you see a group of friends. There is four of them and they seem like good friends, although one is recognizing (LoLo) the other three are new to you, when the four friends split up, one is still looking around he looks a bit like a Panda*

Samira

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Samira is a quirky young woman who just moved into her new apartment and is currently finishing up the room decoration.