Name: Desdemona Louvre🌹

Nicknames: "Mona" "Minx" and "Cassette
Tape"

Gender: Female🚺

Mortal age: 20 (Died at this age)

Age in Hell: 57(she remained with her youthful looks)

Sexuality: Pansexual(she leans more towards masculine presenting individuals)

Personality: ambitious, Creative, loyal, Assertive, Genuine, observant, persuasive, and all around helpful

Appearance(when she was alive)

Demon looks
When she first arrived in hell⬇️ (started working for Valentino)

9 years in hell⬇️

Present Time (20 years working as an exotic dancer) ⬇️:

After meeting significant other(she became a classy dame-sorta-)) ⬇️:

((Looks still being worked on))

Sinner🩷

Date of birth: 11/13/1966

Date and cause of Death: Mona died 05/19/1986 by lethal injection.

Hobbies: collects vintage tshirts and sweaters, cassette tapes, vinyl records, posters, patches, and pins. She enjoys cooking and sewing new outfits for herself and the other exotic dancers she works with.

Likes: Likes to read and write her own personal novels. Enjoys a bit of bartending, crocheting, painting, singing, and dancing.

Dislikes: Knock off merchandise, being lied to, negativity, technology malfunctions(especially when her Walkman starts bugging). Valentino, he's a cruel boss and often keeps her in the club for hours on end.

Family: Mona considers the women she works at the club with to be her family, they took her in when she first arrived and have been good to her since then.

Friends: Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Charlie, Niffty, and Vaggie(they don't talk much but when they do, it's nice conversation)

Enemies: Vox and Valentino❌ (vox said live music was trash and Valentino is constantly perusing Mona)

Crush(s):Lucifer Morningstar❤️🐛
Or Adam🤘🏻🎸

Occupation: Stripper ⭐️🤸🏻‍♀️

Abilities: Seduction soul suck(she simply sucks the souls out of demons who have been acting improper towards the ladies in the club by biting them on the neck.) 

Weight: 162lbs

Height: 4'11

Voice🎙️

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Theme song

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Quote: "You can't call anyone else "special" if you don't have a pulse"

Sins they have committed/a bit of backstory:
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Desdemona Marie Louvre's early life unfolded against the backdrop of Atlantic City, New Jersey, where she was raised in a household deeply rooted in religious fervor. Her father, a pastor, epitomized strict Catholic principles, while her mother embodied the archetype of the submissive wife. From a tender age, Desdemona, or Mona as she was affectionately known, was immersed not only in the teachings of her father but also in the rich tapestry of languages stemming from her diverse heritage—her father of French-Italian descent and her mother hailing from Mexican-American roots.

Despite her sheltered upbringing, Mona's curiosity and thirst for knowledge knew no bounds. By the age of five, she effortlessly conversed in Italian, French, and Spanish, a testament to her early linguistic prowess. However, her insatiable appetite for exploration led her astray from the confines of her conventional studies within the church library.

At the tender age of thirteen, Mona stumbled upon a record store nestled a few blocks away from her familiar surroundings. It was here that the gates to a world beyond her strict upbringing swung open, revealing the allure of music and its accompanying subculture. Entranced by the melodies that reverberated through the store, Mona found herself drawn deeper into this newfound realm, a world diametrically opposed to the sanctity of her upbringing.

Despite the clandestine nature of her newfound passion, Mona harbored it in secrecy, shielding it from the watchful eyes of her devout parents. Yet, as her fascination with music burgeoned, so too did her desire to experience its raw energy firsthand. Thus, one fateful night, Mona clandestinely slipped away to a dimly lit dive bar, her heart pounding with anticipation at the prospect of witnessing a live concert.

It was amidst the pulsating rhythm of the music-filled club that Mona's gaze locked with that of the enigmatic lead singer, igniting a spark of connection that transcended the cacophony surrounding them. Their encounter burgeoned into clandestine rendezvous under the cloak of night, as love's intoxicating embrace enveloped them both. However, the euphoria of newfound love was soon eclipsed by the shadows of betrayal.

Whispers of the rockstar's infidelity pierced Mona's heart, shattering the illusion of their idyllic romance. With a heavy heart, she embarked on a journey of painful discovery, unearthing the bitter truth of her beloved's duplicity—entangled in a web of deceit with not one, but three other women. Confrontation ensued, yet the rockstar callously dismissed his actions as mere casualties of his hedonistic lifestyle.

Consumed by a tempest of anguish and rage, Mona's once gentle demeanor gave way to a simmering cauldron of vengeance. Armed with a bread knife, she became an instrument of retribution, each thrust a symphony of fury aimed at those who dared to trample upon her heart. Thus began a harrowing cycle of betrayal and bloodshed, as Mona, disillusioned by subsequent dalliances with other musicians, exacted her merciless justice upon the perfidious souls who dared to betray her trust.

Months stretched into years, yet Mona's vendetta remained unabated, an unrelenting tempest of fury that ultimately culminated in her downfall. Caught in the clutches of justice, she faced the consequences of her actions—a conviction for multiple murders and a sentence of death by lethal injection, a grim finale to a tragic tale of love and vengeance.
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In a surreal twist of fate, the mythical realm her father had warned of materialized before her very eyes—Hell, a realm of torment and despair now her grim reality. Desdemona Marie Louvre, bewildered and alone, stumbled into this infernal abyss, her mind reeling with the weight of her newfound predicament. As she surveyed her transformed appearance, a chilling revelation dawned upon her—she was no longer human, but a demon, a denizen of the night condemned to feed on the souls of the living.

Yet, amidst the suffocating darkness, a glimmer of hope emerged in the form of Valentino, a towering figure whose beguiling charm masked the darkness that lurked within. Seduced by his promises and guile, Desdemona found herself ensnared in a deadly dance, oblivious to the sinister machinations that lay beneath the surface.

With trepidation coursing through her veins, Desdemona cast her gaze upon the contract laid before her—a pact with the devil himself. With a trembling hand, she traced the dotted line, sealing her fate with a single stroke of the pen. Little did she know that in doing so, she had relinquished her soul to Val's insatiable hunger, consigning herself to a lifetime of servitude and despair.

As the facade of charm crumbled away, Desdemona found herself trapped in a gilded cage of her own making, a puppet dancing to Val's sinister tune. Yet, amidst the shadows that threatened to engulf her, a beacon of light beckoned—a dimly lit strip club, where the flickering neon lights offered a fleeting respite from the suffocating darkness.

With a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by regret, Desdemona sought solace in the hypnotic rhythm of the stage, her movements a mesmerizing blend of strength and sensuality that captivated all who beheld her. Despite the adulation of the crowd, her heart remained a fortress, barricaded against the possibility of further betrayal.

As the hours stretched into days, Desdemona's weary eyes fell upon her phone, a lifeline amidst the chaos that engulfed her. A message from Angel Dust, a tantalizing invitation to escape the clutches of her tormentor—"The Hazbin Hotel?"

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