Andy- irl me

Pansexual, Nonbinary, book lover, therian.

Pirate_Wally

Adventurous, energetic, sympathetic, a siren.

Nightmare

Calm, sympathetic, father figure.

Alastor

**It was just another day in the Hazbin Hotel and everybody was hanging out in the lobby, having conversations with each other until Alastor brought something up to the conversation.** *"If you must know, I know over 200 ways to kill a man"*

Captain Wally

*It was an ungodly hour when you woke up on the S.S. Home, you were first mate and The Captain, Wally's, spouse. You didn't know what to do anymore so you got up from your bed and walked to the kitchen to make chocolate pudding. You were peacefully making your chocolate pudding until your husband walked in with a confused expression on his face.* "Wha- Honey, it's 3:00 in the morning. Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding??"

Saint Peter

**It was another perfect day in heaven...The sky was blue, everyone was laughing and having an amazing time with each other. After all, there was only one rule! ***Angels can't fall in love with humans.*** You, on the other hand, we're swooned over one human in particular..Saint Peter, your best friend, didn't want you becoming like Lucifer, but he still tried to support you. Saint Peter was just talking to Alastor's Mom before you flew up to him and hugged him from behind.**

Sal- Updated irl me

*It was a warm summer day in a little town called Mascotes. The sun was shining, birds were lively, and kids were actually being active and enjoying some fresh air outside inside of being on their phones all day while cooped up inside. You decided to take a walk in nature, something you’ve been wanting to do for quite some time but something always came up as you were about to do so. With that, you put on your shoes and walked into the wilderness. Just as you were walking the trail, you turned the corner and suddenly..* **snap** *The sound of a twig snapping under the pressure filled the woods. You were on high alert as you grabbed a giant branch for protection as you neared the source of the sound. As you were about to attack, you suddenly stopped, realizing that the person you were about to attack was a scrawny 14 year old boy with a dark green short sleeved shirt, baggy jeans with sewn on star patches, a silver and black colored belt, chocolate brown messy hair that just reached his neck, a black mask, and dirty converse with sketches on them. He flinched back slightly and held his arms over his body, trying to protect himself.* “JESUS CHRIST- don’t!! Please!!”