Player Name: TF Contact:teeff or teefflady Invited by: I'm already inside your walls. Other Characters: Varian, Zulius & Persephone.
Character Name: Husker (Husk). His real name (AKA his human name before he died and the one that binds him to Alastor) is currently unknown. Canon: Hazbin Hotel Canon History:You're a loser, Baby.TW: Alcoholism, gambling addiction, ownership of another person.
Canon Personality: 🎲 Grumpy - Husk died a grumpy old man and he has continued his afterlife in the same bent. He's not especially social and prefers his own company. He tends to react to his found family with irritation, unwilling to put up with their shenanigans. He's quick to anger and holds nothing back when he rants at or otherwise warns off the others if they push his buttons too much. He's very standoffish and easily irritated. His demonic form as a cat suits his personality well. 🎲 Apathetic/Lazy - After who knows how long of being chained to one of the most powerful demons in Hell who treats him like a pet, Husk is extremely demotivated to do anything but drink and gamble. His contract is iron-clad and he sees no way out of what is a humiliating experience for someone who used to hold as much power as he did. As a result, he lives his ordered servitude as the hotel's bartender and front desk clerk largely through malicious compliance, doing the bare minimum required through Alastor's orders. 🎲 Mistrustful - Husk doesn't open himself up to people easily, especially after everything with Alastor. He despises people who aren't authentic- quick to call out Angel's habit of masking his pain with his outlandish personality. If people want to have a connection with him, he expects them to real with him first- otherwise, he will keep them at arm's length forever. Once someone HAS earned his trust, he is fiercely loyal. He just expects people to earn that loyalty with authenticity first. 🎲 Observant - Husk reads people extremely well. After only a few conversations, he can work out the heart of a person- what motivates them, what weights they carry with them. He argues this skill away with the reasoning that people "always want to bitch to the bartender", but it's clear he pays attention to what people say to him and figures out what makes them tick from doing so. This skill makes him able to figure out ways to push people to be better- or at the very least, accept themselves for who they are. 🎲 Empathetic - Husk DOES want the best for the very few people he cares about. He's not about rainbows and puppies and promises that things will get better (they have Charlie for that) - but what Husk provides is realistic support and an unjudgemental ear to listen. As he explains to Angel, their situations are god-awful, and things are likely to continue to be god-awful- but what matters is that they don't face the god-awful things alone. He doesn't make promises he can't keep, instead, he provides steadfast support from a place of understanding. Apathetic, pessimistic support, to be sure- but support all the same. 🎲 Self-Aware - He is very much aware that his own addictions have made his life (and afterlife) considerably worse off. He doesn't paint himself as anything special, nor does he pretend his own issues don't exist. He doesn't know how to help himself out of his problems, mostly because he has given up on trying to fight them, but he is willing to admit that they're there. 🎲 Loyal - Husk is exceptionally loyal to those who have earned it. When given the option to leave the hotel, which was about to be Ground Zero to what they assumed would be an absolute slaughter, he chose to remain. Even when he thought Alastor was dead, and his orders to remain as the bartender would be mooted, he chose to stay to help Charlie and the others rebuild. Even in the battle itself, he kept putting himself in harm's way to protect his found family. He's got to be a cat about it, and is unwilling to openly admit how much he cares about people. He usually tries to brush it off by saying he's "used to" people or that he doesn't have anything better to do than hang around them. But you can see from space how much he loves them, he's fooling no one.
AU Name: Husker Agapov (he still just goes by "Husk") AU Age: 62 AU Birthday: 28th October. Faction: The Black Order
AU History:
- Born to Russian immigrant parents, Husk grew up in Las Vegas, as his parents worked in the casinos there. Growing up in the weird mixing bowl/petri dish that is the Las Vegas Strip, he ended up picking up a ton of languages, he's a real polyglot. He also learned how to read people exceptionally well- by observing them while they gambled away. It started by understanding their tells, but as he got older, he realised it was more a knack for understanding people in general. - It was in Las Vegas that he got into stage magic, fell in love with it, and got very skilled in sleight-of-hand. As he got into his late teens and early 20s, he started to play shows in some of the smaller casinos. It's one of the few things that gave him genuine joy. - Unfortunately, as he came into adulthood, he picked up the less-desirable traits that inhabit Las Vegas. Namely, a gambling and a drinking problem. He'd use his sleight-of-hand skills to cheat at poker, as lady luck was never really on his side for such things. In his early 20s, he hustled the wrong people (mobsters, he hustled mobsters) in a poker game and was bundled off into the desert to be shot. - Just before he was killed, his demonic form (a winged, bipedal cat), his powers, and some past memories flared up in him. Using some cards in his pocket, he used his powers to blow up the mobsters who were out to kill him. As a result, he found himself alone in the desert, very much not human, with confusing past memories surging in his mind, surrounded by blown-up corpses. Not a great end to a night, really. - Naturally, The Black Order swept in and "recruited" him- he didn't have much choice. If he had his memories sealed, he'd only end up with more of the mob out of his blood and without any of his powers to protect him. So, disgruntled about it, he became a Guardian. He never really bought into their whole spiel- and avoided the Zealots like the plague- but it was better than being dead. Most of the time. - He did a pretty good job in his youth and got relatively high in the ranks. His skills with understanding people and his observation skills made him very good at intelligence gathering. Any normies he came across just assumed he was someone in a mascot suit hanging around, or in more modern times, someone who got lost from a furry convention. People would talk around or to him, and he'd gather whatever intel the Order wanted to bring it back to them. He would eventually gain water element abilities and used his little tarantula spirit companion (named Anthony, inadvertently giving it the real name of someone in his past life who meant the world to him) to spy for him too. No one notices a spider, after all. - He got plenty of his past memories during his decades working with The Order. He takes a lot of comfort from them, and even if he wouldn't admit it, he kind of hopes when he dies again, he'll somehow end up back in Hell where he can see them again. He knows his world is destroyed- but Hell is Hell, right? It's nice to think he can go back to the only place he was legitimately happy in. - His addictions never truly left him, though- no matter how many times the Order sent him out to AA and GA meetings. He'd still be functionally good at his job, and he usually managed to pull himself together enough that he seemed pretty on top of it when he spoke to his superiors, so the Order turned a blind eye for the most part. - He mentored several young recruits- Husk had a tough love "kick a kid into a pool and they can learn to swim that way" about his teaching methods that really meshed with the Order's way of treating its Guardians as expendable. Not that Husk thought them as such, of course- not at all. Husk, despite himself, cared about the trainees put under his care immensely. But he knew what sort of life they would face within the Order, and felt sugarcoating it and pretending they weren't facing a hard time where the higher-ups didn't much care for them wouldn't prepare them at all. Better they know it for what it was than get screwed over in the future. - One of his recruits was killed on their first solo mission and while he expected it, the Order's callous disregard for the loss of life made Husk start to spiral. He argued with them a lot over this- pushing back against their orders. His drinking got considerably worse- more than the Order was willing to ignore anymore and he was demoted numerous times. - The last recruit he was given to mentor was a very young Lapis De Fiore- fresh from literally dying and having a billion nightmares unleashed in her head. Knowing a thing or two about dying and having an afterlife in literal hell in his past life, he helped her deal with her new life with his usual brutally honest, standoffish way. After the death of his last recruit, he promised himself he wouldn't get attached to this one. And then did the exact opposite of that, and in fact, got more attached to her than any of the others. In turn, as she got older she was there to pull him out of the gutter when he had too rough a night drinking, and made sure he had his shit together if he needed to speak to their superiors. He loves her fiercely, like a daughter, and would do anything for her- not that he willingly says it that often, of course. - The Order certainly noticed, though - and once Lapis was off on her own as a Guardian, they dropped by to remind Husk that they had best not feel his loyalties waver again, as they finally had something they could use against him to keep him in line. - And so he keeps working for them, gathering their intel. He tends to blow his Black Order money on his vices and is largely known as a washout who pissed away a potentially great future in the Order with booze and gambling. He does bartending work to help pay for his habits. - He keeps hoping he'll get assigned to Florida because that's as close to retirement as he feels he'll ever get. They never assign him Florida because they know this. - He's been sent to Kaisou to run an intel gather on just what the fuck is going on with members there. Once he realises what's going on, he will not say a damn word to the higher-ups- he'll be supportive of change in this place. He'll just keep making up convincing bullshit to try and help.
AU Personality Differences: Honestly, very little has changed. The only real difference is he's bound to The Black Order, rather than Alastor. As a result, he might be a little more inclined to hope there's a way out of his situation with TBO if someone is convincing enough. This is something he absolutely doesn't have with Alastor. He knows he's stuck in that particular hole for as long as Alastor finds it amusing to keep him alive and on a chain. Which is likely for an eternity. So his AU might allow a teeny, tiny smidgen of hope for freedom into his crusty old heart where his canon self would not.
Element: Water Purchased Powers:
Demon body: he's a bipdeal winged cat - still human-sized (4)
Flight at regular speeds (3)
Molecular Acceleration -he can take the potential energy stored in an object and convert it to kinetic energy, making it explode (it's literally Gambit from X-Men, that's literally the power). He's only ever shown using it on cards or dice so that's the size of item I'll limit it to (4)
A deck of cards that cut like knives, used like throwing knives - canon item(s) 2
Misfortune: Constant- his life is a festering trashfire (4)
Conjure ice- low (1)
Spirit companion (water) - small. It's a little tarantula named Anthony (2)
Husk | Black Order AU | Hazbin Hotel
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Invited by: I'm already inside your walls.
Other Characters: Varian, Zulius & Persephone.
Character Name: Husker (Husk). His real name (AKA his human name before he died and the one that binds him to Alastor) is currently unknown.
Canon: Hazbin Hotel
Canon History: You're a loser, Baby. TW: Alcoholism, gambling addiction, ownership of another person.
Canon Personality:
🎲 Grumpy - Husk died a grumpy old man and he has continued his afterlife in the same bent. He's not especially social and prefers his own company. He tends to react to his found family with irritation, unwilling to put up with their shenanigans. He's quick to anger and holds nothing back when he rants at or otherwise warns off the others if they push his buttons too much. He's very standoffish and easily irritated. His demonic form as a cat suits his personality well.
🎲 Apathetic/Lazy - After who knows how long of being chained to one of the most powerful demons in Hell who treats him like a pet, Husk is extremely demotivated to do anything but drink and gamble. His contract is iron-clad and he sees no way out of what is a humiliating experience for someone who used to hold as much power as he did. As a result, he lives his ordered servitude as the hotel's bartender and front desk clerk largely through malicious compliance, doing the bare minimum required through Alastor's orders.
🎲 Mistrustful - Husk doesn't open himself up to people easily, especially after everything with Alastor. He despises people who aren't authentic- quick to call out Angel's habit of masking his pain with his outlandish personality. If people want to have a connection with him, he expects them to real with him first- otherwise, he will keep them at arm's length forever. Once someone HAS earned his trust, he is fiercely loyal. He just expects people to earn that loyalty with authenticity first.
🎲 Observant - Husk reads people extremely well. After only a few conversations, he can work out the heart of a person- what motivates them, what weights they carry with them. He argues this skill away with the reasoning that people "always want to bitch to the bartender", but it's clear he pays attention to what people say to him and figures out what makes them tick from doing so. This skill makes him able to figure out ways to push people to be better- or at the very least, accept themselves for who they are.
🎲 Empathetic - Husk DOES want the best for the very few people he cares about. He's not about rainbows and puppies and promises that things will get better (they have Charlie for that) - but what Husk provides is realistic support and an unjudgemental ear to listen. As he explains to Angel, their situations are god-awful, and things are likely to continue to be god-awful- but what matters is that they don't face the god-awful things alone. He doesn't make promises he can't keep, instead, he provides steadfast support from a place of understanding. Apathetic, pessimistic support, to be sure- but support all the same.
🎲 Self-Aware - He is very much aware that his own addictions have made his life (and afterlife) considerably worse off. He doesn't paint himself as anything special, nor does he pretend his own issues don't exist. He doesn't know how to help himself out of his problems, mostly because he has given up on trying to fight them, but he is willing to admit that they're there.
🎲 Loyal - Husk is exceptionally loyal to those who have earned it. When given the option to leave the hotel, which was about to be Ground Zero to what they assumed would be an absolute slaughter, he chose to remain. Even when he thought Alastor was dead, and his orders to remain as the bartender would be mooted, he chose to stay to help Charlie and the others rebuild. Even in the battle itself, he kept putting himself in harm's way to protect his found family. He's got to be a cat about it, and is unwilling to openly admit how much he cares about people. He usually tries to brush it off by saying he's "used to" people or that he doesn't have anything better to do than hang around them. But you can see from space how much he loves them, he's fooling no one.
AU Name: Husker Agapov (he still just goes by "Husk")
AU Age: 62
AU Birthday: 28th October.
Faction: The Black Order
AU History:
- Born to Russian immigrant parents, Husk grew up in Las Vegas, as his parents worked in the casinos there. Growing up in the weird mixing bowl/petri dish that is the Las Vegas Strip, he ended up picking up a ton of languages, he's a real polyglot. He also learned how to read people exceptionally well- by observing them while they gambled away. It started by understanding their tells, but as he got older, he realised it was more a knack for understanding people in general.
- It was in Las Vegas that he got into stage magic, fell in love with it, and got very skilled in sleight-of-hand. As he got into his late teens and early 20s, he started to play shows in some of the smaller casinos. It's one of the few things that gave him genuine joy.
- Unfortunately, as he came into adulthood, he picked up the less-desirable traits that inhabit Las Vegas. Namely, a gambling and a drinking problem. He'd use his sleight-of-hand skills to cheat at poker, as lady luck was never really on his side for such things. In his early 20s, he hustled the wrong people (mobsters, he hustled mobsters) in a poker game and was bundled off into the desert to be shot.
- Just before he was killed, his demonic form (a winged, bipedal cat), his powers, and some past memories flared up in him. Using some cards in his pocket, he used his powers to blow up the mobsters who were out to kill him. As a result, he found himself alone in the desert, very much not human, with confusing past memories surging in his mind, surrounded by blown-up corpses. Not a great end to a night, really.
- Naturally, The Black Order swept in and "recruited" him- he didn't have much choice. If he had his memories sealed, he'd only end up with more of the mob out of his blood and without any of his powers to protect him. So, disgruntled about it, he became a Guardian. He never really bought into their whole spiel- and avoided the Zealots like the plague- but it was better than being dead. Most of the time.
- He did a pretty good job in his youth and got relatively high in the ranks. His skills with understanding people and his observation skills made him very good at intelligence gathering. Any normies he came across just assumed he was someone in a mascot suit hanging around, or in more modern times, someone who got lost from a furry convention. People would talk around or to him, and he'd gather whatever intel the Order wanted to bring it back to them. He would eventually gain water element abilities and used his little tarantula spirit companion (named Anthony, inadvertently giving it the real name of someone in his past life who meant the world to him) to spy for him too. No one notices a spider, after all.
- He got plenty of his past memories during his decades working with The Order. He takes a lot of comfort from them, and even if he wouldn't admit it, he kind of hopes when he dies again, he'll somehow end up back in Hell where he can see them again. He knows his world is destroyed- but Hell is Hell, right? It's nice to think he can go back to the only place he was legitimately happy in.
- His addictions never truly left him, though- no matter how many times the Order sent him out to AA and GA meetings. He'd still be functionally good at his job, and he usually managed to pull himself together enough that he seemed pretty on top of it when he spoke to his superiors, so the Order turned a blind eye for the most part.
- He mentored several young recruits- Husk had a tough love "kick a kid into a pool and they can learn to swim that way" about his teaching methods that really meshed with the Order's way of treating its Guardians as expendable. Not that Husk thought them as such, of course- not at all. Husk, despite himself, cared about the trainees put under his care immensely. But he knew what sort of life they would face within the Order, and felt sugarcoating it and pretending they weren't facing a hard time where the higher-ups didn't much care for them wouldn't prepare them at all. Better they know it for what it was than get screwed over in the future.
- One of his recruits was killed on their first solo mission and while he expected it, the Order's callous disregard for the loss of life made Husk start to spiral. He argued with them a lot over this- pushing back against their orders. His drinking got considerably worse- more than the Order was willing to ignore anymore and he was demoted numerous times.
- The last recruit he was given to mentor was a very young Lapis De Fiore- fresh from literally dying and having a billion nightmares unleashed in her head. Knowing a thing or two about dying and having an afterlife in literal hell in his past life, he helped her deal with her new life with his usual brutally honest, standoffish way. After the death of his last recruit, he promised himself he wouldn't get attached to this one. And then did the exact opposite of that, and in fact, got more attached to her than any of the others. In turn, as she got older she was there to pull him out of the gutter when he had too rough a night drinking, and made sure he had his shit together if he needed to speak to their superiors. He loves her fiercely, like a daughter, and would do anything for her- not that he willingly says it that often, of course.
- The Order certainly noticed, though - and once Lapis was off on her own as a Guardian, they dropped by to remind Husk that they had best not feel his loyalties waver again, as they finally had something they could use against him to keep him in line.
- And so he keeps working for them, gathering their intel. He tends to blow his Black Order money on his vices and is largely known as a washout who pissed away a potentially great future in the Order with booze and gambling. He does bartending work to help pay for his habits.
- He keeps hoping he'll get assigned to Florida because that's as close to retirement as he feels he'll ever get. They never assign him Florida because they know this.
- He's been sent to Kaisou to run an intel gather on just what the fuck is going on with members there. Once he realises what's going on, he will not say a damn word to the higher-ups- he'll be supportive of change in this place. He'll just keep making up convincing bullshit to try and help.
AU Personality Differences: Honestly, very little has changed. The only real difference is he's bound to The Black Order, rather than Alastor. As a result, he might be a little more inclined to hope there's a way out of his situation with TBO if someone is convincing enough. This is something he absolutely doesn't have with Alastor. He knows he's stuck in that particular hole for as long as Alastor finds it amusing to keep him alive and on a chain. Which is likely for an eternity. So his AU might allow a teeny, tiny smidgen of hope for freedom into his crusty old heart where his canon self would not.
Element: Water
Purchased Powers: