Name: Y/n Hartfelt

Nickname: Song Doe, N/n

Age: Forever 28

Demon Sinner Species: Doe

Family: All dead, but Papa (Formerly Hell), Mama (Heaven), Older Brother (Hell)

Friends: Lilith Morningstar, Rosie, Velvette, Mimzy, Carmilla Carmine, and Zestial

Likes: Singing, Dancing, Cooking/Baking, Radios, old television sets, fancy and cute things, jazz music, and has a fondness for short individuals.

Dislikes: The Vees (Mainly Valentino and Vox), Rude demons, upstarts trying to take her territory or hit on her.

Loves: Her radio, an old recipe box containing her mama's handwritten recipes, practicing her voodoo and hoodoo magic, parenting a certain princess of hell.

Personality: Sweetest thing unless you make her angry, has a temper, but handles it well. Will be there for someone in need alongside with a deal to handle it.

Life Bio: Growing up in a poor family, I dearly loved my mama and idolized my older brother, and both told me stories of when I was born that Papa stopped hurting them both and drinking so much giggle water. I learned all of Mama's recipes growing up to deer hunting alongside my papa and older brother and going to school with my brother, who would more often would protect me from mean boys. I'd fall asleep by my papa reading my fairytale books at night to the smell of my mama's breakfast waking me up in the morning and then following after my brother in the afternoon of my childhood life. Life was simple and sweet back then but as I got older, I came home alongside my brother from a hunting trip crying to Mama saying Papa left us in the woods alone, and while she comforted me, my brother excused himself to skin the deer we bagged outside in the family's old hunting shed us both smiling widely inside for yes while papa "left" was actually my brother and I murdering him on our annual hunting trip, I was thirteen years old when I had my first murder did I feel bad, a bit but while I loved my father, I loved my mother more to do ąńÿťĥîŋģ to protect her alongside my brother. As years passed by, I grew up to a charming southern belle, always turning heads as I walked the streets of Louisiana, becoming a lady boss of a classy speakeasy near my dear brother's radio station where I employed my childhood friend Mimzy as a flapper while I was a singer always bringing in fresh meat into my club while my brother took "care" of the unsavory characters. We both pampered our mama til she passed away no doubt to heaven's gates

Dead Bio: 1936, February 14th, the date of my death from a shot to the forehead when I was visiting my older brother's gravesite after avenging his unjustified death... ironic that I died the way he did when he was alive, but I was a serial killing seductress by drawing those fools in with my voice, killing them, than serving their hearts on silver platters. Now, I'm a powerful overlord in Hell with my own large territory named Roaring Twenties Town filled with speakeasy clubs, shops, restaurants, bayous, and a huge building that is my own club the Singing Doe's Note, a popular attraction of burlesque dancing, singing, music, and of course high end but cheap food for demons of power to the common imp or hellhound.

Her quote: Just because you see a smile, don't think you know what's going on underneath. A smile is a valuable tool, mes chéris. It inspires your friends, keeps your enemies guessing, and ensures that no matter what comes your way, you're the one in control. -Alastor Hartfelt the Radio Demon

Translation: mes chéris- my darlings

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