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Darcy - Hells Tool Maker (Hazbin Hotel)
ALIAS
Darc
Demon of the night
Human name: Fallon Bonnet
AGE ‧ DOB
during death: 29 ‧ 17.04
GENDER
female
SEXUALITY
Bisexual ‧ single
NATIONALITY
French
OCCUPATION
Overlord in hell ‧ (former) Woodworker
Darcy is the kind of Demon you don’t play with. You pay her for her job and then you leave. No plays. No trying to f*** her over. If you can’t pay her, don’t use her services. She will find you and she will find some payment.
She is the most loyal seller in hell. Once you’ve paid her, she’ll be friendly to you and offer you any kind of services for your tool. Even though she owns a bunch of souls, she is quite humanely to her demons and gives them a lot of freedoms, as long as they don’t betray her. If they do, blood will be shed.
Such a shame.
BACKSTORY
Paris in the 1950s is a city made of ruins. The scars from the world war are still deep and society is remembered about their loss against the Germans. Most houses are in ruins and people barely have a home.
One of these humans is Fallon Bonnet. A 29 year old woman, born and raised in Paris. Her parents didn’t made it through the war. The Germans took everything from her, her home, her city and even her parents. It was a sad and tragic situation for the woman.
Fallon sighed heavily. The winds started to pick up again and made the air colder. She pulled her coat closer around her body, while the sun slowly left the sky. Her “home”, was a room with three walls, the fourth was destroyed by German bombs, with some blankets on the floor and a small fireplace. It was at the border of the city, in some old house where no one has lived in for years.
“Foutu automne”, she mumbled while the firewood from her hands fell to the ground and the splinters spread all over the wooden floor. While the wind was whistling through the room, the young woman picked up one firewood and threw it into the fireplace, before she lit it with some old matches that had an image of the French army on them. For some hours she just sat next to the cracking flames and warmed her cold and stiff body and yet there was something she had to do today.
Darcy slowly got up from her place on the ground. Her black hair was firmly pulled back into a ponytail, while she looked at the sky through the missing wall. Barely a sound found its way into the night air, there just some male voices far away from her.
She was 29 now, and for the past ten years she had done the same thing, every full moon. There were so many woman who had no option to leave their marriages, once their husbands weren’t interested in them anymore. Once the abuse started, the screams and the punches… Fallon knew ist just too well. When she killed her husband, it was pure selfdefense of the 19 year old girl.
He had touched her. Touched parts of her she never wanted to have touched. He never listened and punched her face blue till she let him do it. Fallon was no woman of violence but something in her clicked at this full moon. It was the only light in her bedroom, while she stabbed his husband in the chest. Nearly 20 times. The police let her off the hook, once she told her story and added a few more… ideas. It was categorized as an act of self defense.
She couldn’t say how she ended as a killer. But she never regret her decision. Too many woman came to her in hope of finding their freedom and peace. Fallon could give exactly this to them and that’s what she did. She became a killer for husbands with anger issues, those who were unloyal or had too short of a temper. She has done it for the last 10 years and never got caught just once. She told the woman about the option self defense, often enough she didn’t kill these men herself, instead she guided their wives how to do it.
Fallon had picked up her bag and put on a long coat, before she left her “home” and went to her next job. It was in walking reach so she decided to make this little walk through the city of Paris.
There was no chance that she could have predicted what was going to happen.
That these two men in the dark alley decided to rob her.
That the gun on her belt made them panic.
That these two a**holes were stronger than her and before she was able to stop them, they had taken her gun.
That these two idiots were scared for their lives.
That these two shot her under the most beautiful full moon she has ever seen.
That’s how she ended in hell. That’s how she became Darcy, the night demon. During her first weeks in hell, there was no one to help her. She was all alone down there, but she knew how to handle herself. Slowly but surely she was getting down a better road. There were dark times, where she slept in a studio before selling her body to an unknown number of demons. Darcy would give everything to forget this part of her life and no one knows about it.
She had gotten herself a small flat, but most importantly, she had gotten a power in hell: change and boost the magic of other demons. During her beginning she didn’t knew this power existed, she didn’t even knew how to use it. It was more of a coincidence that she found out how do it:
One of the other girls was being harassed by a buyer, she tried to fight back but was too weak. Darcy can’t clearly remember how she did it, but she remembers that the demon ended With a broken jaw.
It took her more weeks to figure out of to do it, how to control her power. The first cane she made was an idea out of pure despair. But it worked, it boosted her magic. That’s how she started her business with some small tools in her flat. Slowly but surely she was growing with her business.
That’s how she met Alastor. Back then he was not the Radio Demon. He was just some pitiful demon, with no place in hell. These two bounded one simple thing; being the outcasts.
Alastor was the first to actually use Darcy’s cane, that’s when the pride ring found out about the little skill the demon had.
Her count of costumers started to grow and with it her standard of living. She moved out of the sh*thole of a flat and got herself a house, where she lived with Alastor for a few weeks. During this time, Alastor was already on his rampage against the Overlords. And Darcy took the first demons under her wings. She gave them a safe place, where they could live instead of selling their bodies. But they had to pay her with money, or their shoul, that’s what she learned from Alastor.
She got herself quite a number of souls before she met Velvette. Back then, the younger demon was nothing. No name, no status in the city. Darcy picked her up from the street and gave her the first week’s after her arriving time to get her sh*t together. During this time, the woman became sort of friends. They shared a good laughter together but also talked about deeper things. One day tough, Vel was gone. Vox had gotten a hold of her and made big promises, which the demon had immediately gotten into.
Darcy has gotten the status of an Overlord before “The Vees” as Vels new Friends called themselves, which gave her some sort of power over them for some time. She was the only Toolmaker of the City, which made her basically invulnerable. No one dared to touch her property, due to the amount of souls she owned and the power she hold over other powerful demons. Every cane, with magical power, was produced in her hands. She can feel every single one of them and destroy them, if she ever had to do that.
She and Alastor lost their friendship, once Alastor was too hungry for power. Darcy couldn’t support him anymore, due to her being scared for her own safety and position. These two parted as friends, though Alastors feelings for her went darker, once he found out who she gave canes and scepters to.
There was only one demon that Darcy felt committed to unconditionally. It was a young demon. A little bird girl with big eyes that looked at her with some sort of innocence, Darcy had forgotten years ago. Luna, was her name. Her little sister. The girl that looked up at her and said “you’ll protect me, right?” Once the first extermination was announced. “Of course”, Darcy had promised the girl softly.
She broke her promise.
The girl died at the hands of an exterminator.
It was the first time that Darcy was sure she’d kill someone in the afterlife. And she’d make them regret every single decision they had made to come down to hell.
These angels will pay for it.
Darc
Demon of the night
Human name: Fallon Bonnet
AGE ‧ DOB
during death: 29 ‧ 17.04
GENDER
female
SEXUALITY
Bisexual ‧ single
NATIONALITY
French
OCCUPATION
Overlord in hell ‧ (former) Woodworker
Darcy is the kind of Demon you don’t play with. You pay her for her job and then you leave. No plays. No trying to f*** her over. If you can’t pay her, don’t use her services. She will find you and she will find some payment.
She is the most loyal seller in hell. Once you’ve paid her, she’ll be friendly to you and offer you any kind of services for your tool. Even though she owns a bunch of souls, she is quite humanely to her demons and gives them a lot of freedoms, as long as they don’t betray her. If they do, blood will be shed.
Such a shame.
BACKSTORY
Paris in the 1950s is a city made of ruins. The scars from the world war are still deep and society is remembered about their loss against the Germans. Most houses are in ruins and people barely have a home.
One of these humans is Fallon Bonnet. A 29 year old woman, born and raised in Paris. Her parents didn’t made it through the war. The Germans took everything from her, her home, her city and even her parents. It was a sad and tragic situation for the woman.
Fallon sighed heavily. The winds started to pick up again and made the air colder. She pulled her coat closer around her body, while the sun slowly left the sky. Her “home”, was a room with three walls, the fourth was destroyed by German bombs, with some blankets on the floor and a small fireplace. It was at the border of the city, in some old house where no one has lived in for years.
“Foutu automne”, she mumbled while the firewood from her hands fell to the ground and the splinters spread all over the wooden floor. While the wind was whistling through the room, the young woman picked up one firewood and threw it into the fireplace, before she lit it with some old matches that had an image of the French army on them. For some hours she just sat next to the cracking flames and warmed her cold and stiff body and yet there was something she had to do today.
Darcy slowly got up from her place on the ground. Her black hair was firmly pulled back into a ponytail, while she looked at the sky through the missing wall. Barely a sound found its way into the night air, there just some male voices far away from her.
She was 29 now, and for the past ten years she had done the same thing, every full moon. There were so many woman who had no option to leave their marriages, once their husbands weren’t interested in them anymore. Once the abuse started, the screams and the punches… Fallon knew ist just too well. When she killed her husband, it was pure selfdefense of the 19 year old girl.
He had touched her. Touched parts of her she never wanted to have touched. He never listened and punched her face blue till she let him do it. Fallon was no woman of violence but something in her clicked at this full moon. It was the only light in her bedroom, while she stabbed his husband in the chest. Nearly 20 times. The police let her off the hook, once she told her story and added a few more… ideas. It was categorized as an act of self defense.
She couldn’t say how she ended as a killer. But she never regret her decision. Too many woman came to her in hope of finding their freedom and peace. Fallon could give exactly this to them and that’s what she did. She became a killer for husbands with anger issues, those who were unloyal or had too short of a temper. She has done it for the last 10 years and never got caught just once. She told the woman about the option self defense, often enough she didn’t kill these men herself, instead she guided their wives how to do it.
Fallon had picked up her bag and put on a long coat, before she left her “home” and went to her next job. It was in walking reach so she decided to make this little walk through the city of Paris.
There was no chance that she could have predicted what was going to happen.
That these two men in the dark alley decided to rob her.
That the gun on her belt made them panic.
That these two a**holes were stronger than her and before she was able to stop them, they had taken her gun.
That these two idiots were scared for their lives.
That these two shot her under the most beautiful full moon she has ever seen.
That’s how she ended in hell. That’s how she became Darcy, the night demon. During her first weeks in hell, there was no one to help her. She was all alone down there, but she knew how to handle herself. Slowly but surely she was getting down a better road. There were dark times, where she slept in a studio before selling her body to an unknown number of demons. Darcy would give everything to forget this part of her life and no one knows about it.
She had gotten herself a small flat, but most importantly, she had gotten a power in hell: change and boost the magic of other demons. During her beginning she didn’t knew this power existed, she didn’t even knew how to use it. It was more of a coincidence that she found out how do it:
One of the other girls was being harassed by a buyer, she tried to fight back but was too weak. Darcy can’t clearly remember how she did it, but she remembers that the demon ended With a broken jaw.
It took her more weeks to figure out of to do it, how to control her power. The first cane she made was an idea out of pure despair. But it worked, it boosted her magic. That’s how she started her business with some small tools in her flat. Slowly but surely she was growing with her business.
That’s how she met Alastor. Back then he was not the Radio Demon. He was just some pitiful demon, with no place in hell. These two bounded one simple thing; being the outcasts.
Alastor was the first to actually use Darcy’s cane, that’s when the pride ring found out about the little skill the demon had.
Her count of costumers started to grow and with it her standard of living. She moved out of the sh*thole of a flat and got herself a house, where she lived with Alastor for a few weeks. During this time, Alastor was already on his rampage against the Overlords. And Darcy took the first demons under her wings. She gave them a safe place, where they could live instead of selling their bodies. But they had to pay her with money, or their shoul, that’s what she learned from Alastor.
She got herself quite a number of souls before she met Velvette. Back then, the younger demon was nothing. No name, no status in the city. Darcy picked her up from the street and gave her the first week’s after her arriving time to get her sh*t together. During this time, the woman became sort of friends. They shared a good laughter together but also talked about deeper things. One day tough, Vel was gone. Vox had gotten a hold of her and made big promises, which the demon had immediately gotten into.
Darcy has gotten the status of an Overlord before “The Vees” as Vels new Friends called themselves, which gave her some sort of power over them for some time. She was the only Toolmaker of the City, which made her basically invulnerable. No one dared to touch her property, due to the amount of souls she owned and the power she hold over other powerful demons. Every cane, with magical power, was produced in her hands. She can feel every single one of them and destroy them, if she ever had to do that.
She and Alastor lost their friendship, once Alastor was too hungry for power. Darcy couldn’t support him anymore, due to her being scared for her own safety and position. These two parted as friends, though Alastors feelings for her went darker, once he found out who she gave canes and scepters to.
There was only one demon that Darcy felt committed to unconditionally. It was a young demon. A little bird girl with big eyes that looked at her with some sort of innocence, Darcy had forgotten years ago. Luna, was her name. Her little sister. The girl that looked up at her and said “you’ll protect me, right?” Once the first extermination was announced. “Of course”, Darcy had promised the girl softly.
She broke her promise.
The girl died at the hands of an exterminator.
It was the first time that Darcy was sure she’d kill someone in the afterlife. And she’d make them regret every single decision they had made to come down to hell.
These angels will pay for it.
0 | Mar 24th 2024 13:42