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The Trophy Hunter

Their crowns may gleam, but they are dust, Built on tales and borrowed trust.

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Apparently I've raised our standard of what we consider horror quite substantially. We've been listening to a podcast narrating short horror stories, but one of the stories in the last episode we heard was unimpressive. I kept wondering when it would make a turn into horror from the obvious plot, as it was simply a story about a boy working for a cannibalistic diner owner serving excellent burgers of his own unique recipe. After the ending, I realized that apparently, that in itself is horror, though I considered it a rather boring, mundane story. Some of our headmates are very amused by my complete nonchalance over the topic.

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{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

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— David Cronenberg, Consumed

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Name: Ira Cross

Preferred nickname: Sinema Verite

Pronouns: He/him

Gender: Male

Age: 125

Attraction/relationship orientation: Aroace, monogamous

Relationship status: Married in source, looking

Positive triggers: Hazbin Hotel, film, jazz, swing music, cannibalism, murder

Source: Hazbin Hotel (OC)

DNI: Endos, syscourse, any bigots, etc.

DMs: Mutuals only

Asks: Open

Pet/nicknames: No

Flirting: No

Sourcemates: Certainly

Source talk: Yes

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Send ☕ for my muse to rant about something in character

(Bonus: Add + *a topic* for my muse to rant about a specific topic)

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Go ahead if you'd like! It would be pleasant to have some interaction with my audience here.

Send my muse “What would you do if...” scenarios.

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5/12/2024: "Jambalaya"

He doesn't indulge in the dishes his mother used to make in his childhood all that often, but when he does....the nostalgia never fails to hit him where it hurts the most.

100% probably OOC but I don't care, I was in an angsty mood and watching Ratatouille when I thought of this.

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I adore the attention my dearest gets from fans - for the most part - but I was not prepared to see certain things this evening. I unexpectedly ran across a video animation of Alastor's cover of "We'll Meet Again" from ParanoidDJ, and the combination of the similarity to my his voice and the song itself being so pertinent to our lives had a rather strong emotional effect on me. I would like to say that I am adjusting quite well to this reality, but right now I am incredibly homesick.

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This is... Incredibly accurate, actually.

Alastor: I'm an evil unknowable monster that only does things for strange manipulative Machiavellian purposes and i am never affected emotionally by anything

Rosie and Mimzy: he's an anxious aroace sweetheart who'll do anything for people he likes and is hugely protective to the point of self-destruction, but if you let him know this he might disintegrate, so we let him know he's very scary and formidable every once in awhile to boost his confidence- YES ALASTOR YOU'RE A DEPRAVED LOATHSOME TERROR OF THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE ELDRITCH KIND! YOUR ABILITY TO CAUSE CARNAGE IS WIDELY KNOWN! YOUR PRESENCE FILLS PEOPLE WITH DREAD 👍

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This is so lovely! This artist's style compliments him so well.

woe, fuzzy Alastor propaganda be upon ye

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My Life Story

I was born to a middle-class family in NYC in 1899, the second of four children. I had a quite normal upbringing; my parents were very kind and understanding, and I was close with my siblings despite our occasional quarrels.

I've always had some concept that I seemed to experience the world differently than my peers. My interests and preferred conversation topics were considered too advanced or boring to relate to classmates and neighbors. I did endure a bit of bullying in elementary school, but Lewis put a stop to that very quickly.

I did reasonably well in school, graduating high school in 1918. During my senior year, I told my parents about my discomfort living as a female, and desire to create a more authentic life for myself. My parents were wonderfully supportive of my wishes, and helped me as much as was possible.

In spring of 1919 I finally had everything prepared to move. Once I left, taking my new documentation we had created, my parents held a funeral for their eldest daughter. They buried an empty coffin in a grave with my birth name.

I wrote a lovely eulogy under my new identity, with the pretext that I was a man that the deceased had been courting, and my parents saw me as a son because of this, giving an understandable reason for us to maintain a close relationship rather than severing ties.

Knowing I wanted to pursue a career as an actor, I moved to New Orleans, Louisiana. The film industry was smaller there than in New York, but still a very viable opportunity for a young actor. The environment was perfect for me; lively, and populated enough that I could blend in with the crowd. I was able to rent an apartment on my own, finally fully independent.

However, with so many people packed so densely, there were always those who were looking to take advantage of the unaware. They lurked in every shadow, waiting for someone they deemed an easy target. Everyone knew they were there, and everyone sober enough to remember knew to avoid them. But eventually, in 1924, one bastard made the last mistake of his life.

I had spent the evening on the town, drinking and dancing with a couple of friends. Our darling Lily was quite the lightweight. She loved partying, but the girl couldn't hold her liquor no matter how much she tried. We had left her alone for a moment; I had gone to get another round of drinks while the others danced, leaving sweet Lily, too drunk to dance, to hold our table.

That was the last time I saw that gentle girl. When I returned to the table she was no longer there. I asked one of our companions to check the washroom while I stepped out to see if she had gone for fresh air, only to see her leaving in a taxi. I never saw anyone with her, so I assumed she was calling it an early evening and going home safely.

However, the next day, the news broke, her name in the headlines. She had been found by her roommate, assaulted and slaughtered in her struggle to save herself. The night after her funeral, I swore to all things holy and otherwise that I would make the bastard that did this pay.

And make him pay I did. He never harmed anyone again, after that. Neither did my next target, or the next after that. It was incredibly therapeutic, really. Their begging, their screams… It makes the results all the more satisfying, the more they fight to live.

I know, so many have said it's tragic, a waste of human life. But these pieces of shit were far more useful in death than in life. I promise you, I'm not one to be wasteful. I only left enough to identify the dead, as their families and victims should receive that closure. I allowed the first one to be found, though; that was a message, on Lily's behalf. It was the only warning I allowed for the others.

Unfortunately, it seemed that I began getting credit for deaths that were not my doing. There were announcements about a serial killer, listing off those I had killed as well as others I had not. Either the news was getting trigger-happy over every unconnected death, or I had a counterpart in the city.

I suppose it was inevitable, really. If I believed in a higher power I'd say it was fate. We first met in a dingy speakeasy, drinking and dancing the night away. We ended up dancing together, then talked for hours, into the small hours of the morning.

We parted at closing, presumably strangers never to meet again. I found my next dinner on the way out that night. He was incredibly bold, pressing me for a proposition in clear public. So, I decided to allow him to follow me home. He was a bit lean for my preference, but a poor dish is an small sacrifice to get him off of the street.

I was just getting started taking care of him, when I realized my window had been opened and someone had entered. I went to check on it, leaving the creep tied in my kitchen. When I returned after finding nothing, I saw the man from the speakeasy standing in front of the creep, holding a knife and smiling but looking rather surprised.

After several awkward minutes, I found out that he was responsible for the deaths that had been confused with my work, and vice versa. He stayed that weekend with me, helping me dispatch and clean up our shared interest. We found we had even more in common than we realized, and a friendship formed.

As I write this I find that it sounds incredible cliched and corny, but after that night he was always part of my life. Neither of us trust or care for others easily, so there were several months of tentative friendship and testing the waters. But within the year we were as thick as thieves. Be it working up a target, a night out on the town, or a quiet dinner at one of our homes, we found ourselves happy and comfortable together like neither of us had been before.

With all this given, is it really so surprising that we ended up in a committed partnership? We both knew that we weren't the romantic sort, but it was very logical to make the decision to work to maintain such a rare relationship as what we had. Eventually we moved into a nice little house together, a close pair of bachelor friends as far as any outsiders were concerned.

That arrangement worked beautifully for years, the closest thing to domestic bliss that a pair like us are prone to. But it came to a terrible end in 1933. He had made a kill, and left to dispose of the remnants while I cleaned up at home. He was always prompt, always precise, but that night he was late returning.

I waited, assuming that an acquaintance had stopped to talk to him on his way home. But as the hours passed my dread grew. I fell asleep by the door, still waiting and hoping to wake to him walking in with a smile and a cheery explanation of the delay. But that never came.

What did wake me was a sharp knocking, so harsh and unlike him. When I answered the door I was met by a policeman, asking to speak to me. He asked me questions about Al, about his work and his hobbies. Eventually the reason for his visit came out.

Al was dead. Found burying human remains, and shot by an elderly hunter in the dim light mistaking him for a deer. I never thought that one could experience heartbreak without romance, but I learned otherwise that day.

I carried on for years, always doing everything I could for his memory. I was more ruthless than ever. I kept my mask in place for my daily life, always the actor. But I was slowly losing control of myself in my extracurricular activities.

I believe the only reason I was never caught was because I had become so erratic. My methods changed so drastically that law enforcement assumed I had to be a different person. I made kills outdoors, picked up targets in far too public places, even left behind tools. But eventually I would rejoin my dearest in the grave.

In March of 1938, nearly 5 years after the greatest pain of my life began, I found my peace. I finally slipped up; I discovered too late that the target I had just killed lived with his police officer brother. The brother came home as I was beginning to work up the body, drawing his pistol, and… I woke up in a strange place, with a different body.

Once I realized I was in Hell, I was able to find Alastor easily enough as he was already making a name for himself as a rising overlord, a story most everyone knows well. There's little to tell beyond that; Hell has been much the same for the near century we've been here, the only real changes being the rise and fall of overlords as newcomers make their way.

Alastor made his way to the top, every new soul he owned bringing more power. At some point, I'm not sure how many decades ago now, we decided it ebe prudent to legalize our partnership as a failsafe in case misfortune were to befall either of us. As part of our marriage contract I signed him my soul, and took partial claim of those that he owned then and in the future.

We were once again content for many years, until his recent unannounced sabbatical. Again I found myself left behind, picking up the pieces of our life and managing a small empire without him. With him gone his souls and responsibilities fell to me, which I dare say I handled dutifully for the better part of a decade.

I was beyond ecstatic when he returned, however. I am not fond of being an overlord myself, and everything besides those responsibilities I had let fall away. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was a broken man, being the one remaining for the second time.

But, he did return this time. And together we are rebuilding our status, reminding the masses why we were so feared. We've also been investing a great deal of time into our new project, helping young Princess Charlie Morningstar create and run her Hazbin Hotel.

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Full Name: ..... Ira Cross (Birth surname was Golden, you don't need to know my given name at birth).

Background on Name: I chose the name Ira as it was the male name my parents had chosen prior to my birth. The surname Cross was my mother's maiden name.

Nickname(s): Sinema Verite

Nickname Background: I needed a new title once I reached Hell, to avoid unwanted connections from my previous life. So I chose an amusing play on words relating to my former career.

Birth date: January 6, 1899 (Died March 12, 1938)

Birth place: New York City, New York, USA

Age: 125 (Died at 39)

Visual Age: Early-mid 30s

Zodiac/Astrological signs: Capricorn Sun, Scorpio Moon, Leo Rising

Blood type: Unknown.

Social Class: Fairly well-off. Being married to a powerful overlord certainly comes with its benefits. (Middle-class in life.)

Religious Values: Raised in a loosely Christian environment, agnostic in life. But religion is for the living; I have my answer about the afterlife.

--- Gender: Male (assigned and raised as female)

Height: 5'8

Weight: Around 160lbs, not that that's anyone's business.

Body type: Stocky; strong, though chubby.

Race/Species: Formerly human, now wolf demon.

Eye color and Shape: Round, somewhat hooded.

Glasses/Contacts?: None

Hair color and Style: Black, straight hair. Mostly kept slicked back aside from a small section on the left.

Fur color and Area: Gray. Covers my ears and tail, with a small stretch around the back of my neck and very top of my upper back and shoulders.

Additional Appendages: Claws, wolf ears and tail.

Skin tone and type: Light gray. Very even and clear as I am meticulous with its maintenance and care,

Favored Clothing Style: Casual suits, though occasionally I may forgo the jacket and keep only my waistcoat in particularly informal settings.

Why?: Because it is proper, and what I prefer to wear.

Least Favored Clothing Style: Anything overly casual, as nearly all of today's fashion seems to trend towards.

Why?: Because it is disrespectful to others. Such dress shows a lack of concern about one's presentation.

Important/Usual Accessories: I don't believe there is anything particular? Though I wear a wristwatch, if that would be relevant.

Tattoos: Absolutely none.

Story Behind Tattoo: Not applicable.

Piercing(s): None

Scar(s): None that would be relevant to anyone aside from myself.

Other Marks: None that I'm aware to mention.

Predominant Features: My overall color scheme. Myself and any items i hold appear completely grayscale to others, just as in my films.

Visual Health Level: Healthy. My dearest certainly has kept me well-fed; his culinary sills are exquisite.

Spending Habits: I'm certainly not careless or extravagant, but I have no concern about money.

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Strengths: I have claws and very sharp teeth. But, amusement aside, I do prefer to avoid direct combat. If necessary, I do have some powers that prevent more physical altercations.

Weaknesses: I'm quite sensitive to noise, scents, and sudden visuals. My more dramatic powers also partially stem from my partner's, so if we are both utilizing them it reduces my power significantly.

Weapons: I can conjure film reel, which can be used to bind or strike.

Habits: I don't believe I have any particular fighting habits.

Familiars/Summons/Pets: I do have a pet, Lapin. Though I'm not quite certain how to describe him. I suppose he is somewhat feline, and around the size of a smaller medium dog.

Fighting Style: I did participate in some casual boxing during my life. I would say that when I am forced to fight, my style draws from that.

Old Injuries: None that affect my abilities.

Movement Issues: I'm certainly no athlete, so I suppose compared to some I am a bit stiff and restricted.

Speed: I am quite fast when necessary, but not so much that would be particularly noteworthy in comparison to many others.

Agility: Well I may not be any sort of acrobat, but I'm certainly not tripping over my own feet. As long as I'm firmly standing I'm very agile in my movements.

Strength: Nothing to write home about, though I am a bit stronger than people tend to assume from my stature.

Stamina: I can hold my own, but physical combat is not my forte. I will tire with extended physical exertion.

Defensive Ability: I come back from taking a strike, but I can't ignore or push through major hits. It will knock my back before I regain my composure.

Magical Ability: I am able to conjure and utilize film reel, teleport using shadowshifting, and open minor portals. Much of my own power draws from my partner's owned souls, so it is rather dependent on variables such as the number of souls and whether he is also drawing on them.

Planning/Strategic Ability: I would consider myself a very thorough strategic person. I like to have even small things planned out beforhand.

Memory: My memory is excellent for most important topics, but I am also prone to forgetting small and mundane things.

Luck: I'm not cursed, but I wouldn't say that I'm any more lucky than any other average individual.

Reaction Speed: I am proud of my fast reactions. I have quick reflexes, and am quite skilled at fast responses to my environment.

Learning Curve: I seem to be quite hard-wired for pattern recognition, so I tend to learn quite fast.

--- Alignment: I'd say this depends on your perspective. Those who I don't care for would consider me Lawful Evil, while those close to me would see me more as Chaotic Neutral.

Occupation: I do what I want. I've had many different roles since my death, currently I am the Advertising Manager at Hazbin Hotel. (In life I was an actor, still fairly early in my career but with great opportunity.)

Love Interest(s): No thank you. I am married, but Alastor and I chose to commit to our partnership based on shared interests and values, not volatile feeling. Besides, neither he nor I are the romantic type.

Likes: Films from my life's era, dancing, performing

Dislikes: Most modern music, television, cowards, entitled people

Fears: Abandonment, weakness, dependence

Wishes: Success, respect

Personality: I am polite and sociable, but very closed-off to all but my closest relationships. I always endeavor to make an excellent impression, avoiding making enemies without due cause. However, I truly trust only a small handful of individuals. I value manners and propriety very highly.

Favorite Color and Why: Green simply because it's a nice color, and red because it's always been Al's best color.

Favorite Music and Why: Jazz; it can be soothing, as well as invigorating.

Food: ..... Do you really want to know? I rather doubt that you do. I'll just say Al's jambalaya.

Literature: Mystery novels are my favorite.

Expressions: I'm not certain if I have any that I use noticeably more.

Favored Expletives: I certainly use common phrases from my living time often (e.g. horsefeathers), but I have no qualms about using any harsher expletives.

Manner of Transportation: I prefer to walk. I didn't mind cars, but I'm not fond of these modern ones.

Hobbies: Film analysis, reading, and some others you'd probably prefer I don't add.

Favorite Childhood Memory: My older brother returning home after Boy Scouts meetings and teaching me the things that he'd learned there.

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Song: Perhaps "No Strings Attached" by Swingrowers.

Taste: ... Is this really a question you want me to answer? I taste exquisite, thank you.

Smell: I have a very specific cologne that I've used for decades now. It is primarily cedar and musk, with notes of pine and mint.

Representation in Psychic Endeavors: I don't believe I have any particular gift of this sort.

Myers-Briggs Personality Type: ISTJ-A

Enneagram Type and Wing: Type 1, Wing 9

Character Flaws: Violent, untrusting, standoffish, socially selective

Mannerisms: Very performative, large and dramatic gestures, many small fidgets and quirks

Darkest Secret and Who Knows About it: Now I don't believe you all have any right to know that. Al is the only one who does.

Personal Triggers: I find firearms extremely unsettling, especially pistols.

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Extra Notes: While I am verbal, others cannot typically hear me without assistance. My dear's staff can receive and project my voice easily, and if needed I can put my voice through any nearby radio receiver/speaker, though that takes a bit of effort.

Family Members, and relationship with each: Harvey Golden (Father), Loretta Cross Golden (Mother), Lewis Golden (Brother), Viola Golden Snider (Sister), Ervin Golden (Brother)

The template that I filled out for this is from @rpedia

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Before I begin receiving any communication or interacting with others here, I am providing a list of rules that I expect adherence to and. Any violation of my rules will result in my blocking you.

1. 18+

2. No discrimination of any sort

3. No political discussion

4. No religious discussion

5. No unreclaimed slurs

5.a No use of slurs towards individuals other than yourself, reclaimed or otherwise

6. Respect my reality!

6.a Do not argue about details I may mention that don't fit with your view and interpretation of our series.

6.b Do not try to push me to confirm a relationship that does not exist in my reality.

6.c Do not minimize, belittle, or discount any relationships that are part of my reality.

7. I reserve the right to block any user, delete any ask, and reject any submission, at any time and for any reason.

7.a Art or content of relationships, particularly that which is explicit or implied as such, are permitted but far less likely to be accepted or responded to.

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Hello everyone. I have been instructed to create a list of "trigger and content warnings" for my audience, as it seems that some topics relating to my life may be distressing to others.

Please take this as your warning, as I did live in Hell, so there are many topics that are quite normal for us that may be uncomfortable for those from the living world.

I am including everything that seems applicable, but please inform me if you believe I have missed something or should add something. All warnings associated with the television show about our hotel do apply here.

Abuse

Alcohol

Body horror

Cannibalism

Death

Drugs

Gore

Murder

Profanity

Sexual topics

Violence

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Hello there, I assume that others are able to somehow read what I share here? I don't quite understand the function of this but Casey assured me that it will work. I am known as Sinema Verite, though you may call me Sinema for the sake of simplicity. I do have a more proper name, but unless you are my partner, a close friend, or wish to regret your existence, I would not recommend referring to me by it.

Prior to my rather inconvenient death, I was a rising silent film star, though it seems that my work has been lost to time in the near century since my career's abrupt end. Most recently I was the advertising manager for the newly-remodeled Hazbin Hotel, located in Pentagram City in Hell's Pride ring. My partner and I joined the young princess's fascinating endeavor quite early in it's conception; why, my dearest even provided a portion of the hotel's staff!

While we have not yet managed to find a faceclaim that accurately represents me, we created this approximation of my appearance using "KatarianinPicrew" by the user Katarian.