Clyde Wright; The Hunter Of Hell

Hellaverse OC / Roleplayer / Admin 26 / MDNI

[fivepointhunter]

"Yes It's Dangerous That's Why It's Fun!"

Welcome to my introduction, I do hope you find everything you're looking for to find out who Clyde and I are. Hellaverse but crossovers are welcome, this is an OC blog, if you have any questions don't be afraid to PM me, I have plenty of writing samples just not posted here as they are too long to fit in one post. Not new to RP, semi-selective, Multi-Para+, don't be shy I'm here " Rules and Intro Fun Facts and Heacanon's about Clyde Biography

[fivepointhunter]

Happy Pride Month From The Cannibalistic Ace Spectrum Boys

Happy Pride month to all! Clyde is Panromantic Asexual and Trans Female To Male, in @roguepaladin666 's "The Ex Saint And Woeless Sinner" Alastor is Demisexual. I roleplay Clyde as such and am forever grateful that Clyde gets to be a PART of this AU. I made him far before I knew of this fic, he's my baby and I am so glad people have given him a chance. I also recommend giving the fic a chance so you get to know everyone better! Be on the look out for the new pride line standees for the fic and never let anyone make you feel lesser than for being who you are... or Clyde will eat them for you.

[roguepaladin666]

🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride Month!!! 🏳️‍🌈

For my readers of "The Ex-Saint and Woeless Sinner" and enjoyers of my AU, my shop on ACGGOODS and my Pride fanmerch is about to release!!!!

Planned to launch between June 5th to the 10th pending there's no issue with the test batch, the standees are ready 🏳️‍🌈

Thank you to the lovely @fivepointhunter @deer-devil-daddy and @the-devil-less-known for their help in design, editing and support!

Below is my linktree will take you loves to our ACGGOODS shop as well as direct links to other socials and our Hellaversr discord where you guys can get direct updates on future fanmerch, fanfiction updates and other content!!!!

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"Hazbin Hotel: The Ex Saint and Woeless Sinner" AU with original characters. This is fanfiction and we don't own Hazbin/Helluva Boss! Fanfic

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༘⋆｡ cognitive dissonance.

psychological horror themed starters! ( WARNINGS: psychological horror, gaslighting, body horror. )

i swear you weren't breathing a second ago.

how did you know that? i never told you that.

that's - that's not your reflection.

i remember burying you. why are you here?

in the corner. don't look.

why are you whispering? they already know.

the clock hasn't moved in hours.

can you see it too?

did the floor just... breathe?

i saw it. it saw me back. i haven't been the same since.

you're shaking. is that blood?

you asked me to come, don't you remember?

you're wrong. we never left the room.

don't be afraid, it only hurts the first time.

the walls feel like they're getting closer.

why are you wearing their face?

they're listening, they're always listening.

i've had this conversation before. word for word.

it doesn't matter how small we are, they still watch.

when was the last time you blinked?

why are you afraid now that i'm giving you what you want?

you have too many teeth.

don't open the door. please.

if you keep asking, you won't like my answers.

you say you loved them. love me instead.

your shadow just moved.

i think it's under my skin.

you keep calling me that. that's not my name.

if i'm not real, why are you still talking to me?

we've been here before. hundreds of times. how did you forget?

it feels like time doesn't work anymore.

it was real. it was real. i swear it was real.

take a deep breath. what did you see?

i'm the only one being honest, you can't trust anyone else.

i know i locked the door. why is it open?

[roguepaladin666]

Sneak Peek Part 2 Electric Boogaloo but I actually give you guys a peek at a full standee I'd like to release!

My headcanon for Lilith in my AU is that she is both Demisexual and Sapiosexual (which has two alternative colored flags).

Enjoy, loves!

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Send "Are you in love with _____" for my muses reaction

[roguepaladin666]

Sneak peek at some Pride stuff I've been working on for my Hellaverse AU. The Ex-Saint and Woeless Sinner!

Look at Al!

I will be releasing a whole Pride standee line for my AU anf fanfic going in timeline order after the events of Season 2 of Hazbin!

Big thanks to @fivepointhunter and @the-devil-less-known for all their help in figuring stuff out! Much love!

Obviously, I don't own Hazbin or Helluva Boss, but I do own my own characters and all that jazz! You can read The Ex Saint and Woeless Sinner here on Tumblr or on AO3!

[fivepointhunter]

OOC: Always happy to help you, and expand the universe. It's been a pleasure working with you and expanding on Roleplay for Kit, Clyde and any other characters we get our grubby little hands on.

[fivepointhunter]

Party Like You Want It

This gala had been planned for weeks, maybe months even, Clyde’s father had been raving about it. About how Clyde just being there would rake in money from investors which could only mean terrible things. It had gotten traction from even other states, allowing John Wright to host, bring in money for the restaurant (not that he’d ever give it without control), and for his farm. If they could gather more funds for more control then going state wide wouldn’t be an issue anymore, and maybe just maybe he wouldn’t have to keep doing what his father said. He could get out of this place, at least this town and make something better of himself.

“You will be on your best behavior Catherine.” John started holding Clyde’s chin. Dead naming was common for Jonathan Wright. His daughter would stay how she was born in his eyes. Every day he’d not be recognized for who he was but for the shell that held him. The first time anyone had decided to be consistent with it was when Lucifer struck their deal, and that was the last time. Even if in the shadows of the night he'd introduce himself as Clyde to those he deemed important enough or safe enough. Stuck in this god awful prison of a body standing in a dusty purple dress off to the side, father holding his arm to make sure he didn’t move. This body was no house, no home, it was simply a residential building people toured, and even after he'd removed his breasts of his own acord people still found it facinating, his scars, his body was just to be used. A small piece of eye candy that in fact brought plenty of old white men to gander at him. Like a cornered piece of meat he shrunk, the lively boy he could usually be now an apparition. Until he felt another hand on him. Hackles raised, flesh on flesh he did everything he could not to turn and punch the old bastard. Instead, head snapping to the side, he felt hot alcoholic breath waft into his nose making him scrunch. “Oh don’t be coy I paid good money for you for my hour.” He slurred as Clyde’s father finally released him. An exchange of foreign goods was all this was to them. Sex was simply trading, it never came along with love or any sort of care as long as it went through Clyde, since someone of asian descent was such an oddity. Even more so being mixed. But to Clyde this was… a game. At least now that he had some power to fight back. After his contracts with Lucifer and Lilith he'd become a different man about this, using his free will to actually send those disgusting 'clients' to their graves. Still six feet under never felt quite good enough.  This old bastard was in much more danger than he realized, sliding through corridors, farther away from the pristine light and into the dark parts of the manor that weren’t being used. With his free hand, gracefully a purple tinted blade appeared in his hand catching the lights as they passed into the lounge. Being tossed forward Clyde stumbled over his kitten heels, he was less and less used to them as he continued embracing who he was outside of these four walls. Taking a breath he hid the knife close to him, slipped half way in his dress pocket and half way in his hand. Letting the man embrace him from behind his grip got tighter, the knife almost singing with glee at the idea of being used.

 Sure it wasn't sentient but Lilith had charmed it to be eager to please. "Come on my little beauty you always entertain me so well," a wrinkled hand slipped over his stomach and Clyde had to do his best not to dry heave. Putting on a smile he turned his head, long black hair covering his face like a shield. "So hungry~" The words came out like a purr as he turned, pressing a hand to the rich man's chest, gently venturing over his buttons before the man grabbed a handful of Clyde's ass pulling him close and forcing their mouths together. Another gag almost escaped him but he was now close enough he could simply stab straight up, take what he wanted just as these other men did. Eyes wide open he took out the blade and shoved it directly through the man's jaw, the blade holding his lower and upper jaw together so he couldn't scream. Clyde pulled apart from him in his panic as blood spewed into his mouth. Crimson decorating his mouth like smeared lipstick. The older man struggled and tried to swat at Clyde only to be kicked back into a chair. "Oh don't stop now, you wanted your entertainment I'll give it to you ~." They simply had different definitions of what entertainment looked like. To Clyde it was straddling the squirming man and removing that knife. In one swift movement it went from the drunk trying to scream to the blade cutting off his desperate song, plunged into a lung. Sharp and devastating as it cracked through a rib to cut into soft flesh. Crimson bloomed from his chest as he gasped and wheezed for air. The fear and desperation in his eyes as he reached up to try and shove Clyde off. "Ah- ah! No touching, you only get. What. You. Pay. For ~." He teased punctuating every word with another stab through his chest. Heavy breathing, sighs of pleasure, wild eyes, adrenaline rush, everything you might get from sex itself Clyde might as well have actually orgasmed as he watched the light leave that mans eyes. So dull, so disgusting. Why was this all men wanted? Why was he only an object to them? Well… that wasn’t important now… no he had a better idea. Licking the knife clean it disappeared in a purple flash, leaving behind a sticky pollen to rest in his hand and on the man's bloodied body. Clyde had made quite the name for himself across the states he traveled to, same murderous intent, same signature, same high level people targeted after making young women or men suffer. Removing the windows to the souls and leaving them to find their way blindly to Hell. Holding his eyelids open two very nimble and adept fingers reached into the socket and pulled out the brown eye that stared out lifelessly to the ether, a solid pop signifying he’d cut the cord that laid within the socket. Looking it over he tilted his head, would it taste good without cooking it? His mother always made fish, said the eyes were the luckiest part, and to always make a wish before you ate them. Closing his own eyes he took a second to make his wish before popping it in his mouth. They were always encased in something just barely hard enough to keep them together, the slightest pressure could make them pop, a thin sack that held the jelly that rolled down his throat like a victory. “You’ve been of wonderful service.” Clyde smirked after taking the other down his throat. Now… he just needed to get to his room to change. After all no one wanted to see a red rose traipsing the halls. 

[fivepointhunter]

My Bloody Valentine

Valentine’s Day had never really been on Clyde’s radar, having been used by so many people he hadn’t thought love could be real, rather convinced no one would even be on the same wavelength as him. Until recently. Standing in the kitchen of the cabin, far off the beaten path of the bayou he’d been prepping this meal for hours. Following the recipe card signed by Alastor’s mother to the letter it had come out making the whole place smell of jambalaya, corn bread and a side of beans and rice. Just as his mother would do, provide and go all out with whatever she could for the man she loved. That sort of acts of service and quality time filled many little happy bugs in his stomach, same with just listening to the radio, hearing Al’s voice brought him a calm no human had ever brought to him. The stories, the music, it was perfect, and as night approached he listened to that show wind down. “Well my dears thank you for tuning in, I close you out this fine Valentines Day with a call to that special someone. Grab them for a dance, and tune in tomorrow~” Alastor’s sign off always grabbed the lad’s attention because it was the one time he got to pick the music himself; 'I’ve Got You Under My Skin' humming through the speaker, causing a grin to split across Clyde’s face. Feet tapping to the song, swaying as he hummed the words, food left on a simmer he started a pot of coffee since he was sure the other wouldn’t sleep for hours.

Dancing around the small cabin he’d do his best to avoid everything laid out, humming along to the trumpets, getting lost in the images of dance, the love song a true wonder to him as it built up butterflies in his stomach thinking maybe just maybe Alastor could feel the same. Carried away in the thought he day dreamed even setting up the dining room table, not hearing the other come in, foot fall practically silent as practiced so many times. It wasn’t until the bouquet of white gardanias was whisked in front of him, a larger body blocking him from moving. Heart racing for just a moment, wishing he’d kept the gun on him, it slowed when he realized there was only one person bold enough to do something like this. “Now now Ma moitié, there’s no need to be so scared.” Alastor teased as Clyde gathered the flowers, mesmerised, looking up to the man, head tilted back to gaze at him with soft loving eyes. He seemed so tired, done with the day, with any possible shenanigans the other could have planned. A blush dusted his cheeks ‘ma moitié’ an other half. “Of course, my apologies, I’ve been rather focused on making tonight easier for you Mon Valentin.” He grinned, little canine’s showing as Alastor stared down at him, a dark laugh coming from him before he pinched Clyde’s cheek gently.

“Is that what all this is for? To ask me to be your valentine?” He gestured outwards leaving room for Clyde to slip by with a smirk, grabbing a vase and putting the flowers in.

Gardanias Meaning: Purity, secret love, joy and refinement. “I would do this for you regardless, you’ve had a long week but I do attach that question to the end on this particular night.” He’d admit casually before starting to dish the other up. Moving quickly Al had gone into thought, humming quietly, contemplating what answer would be best to give for his own entertainment. Instead of a proper answer Alastor gently took the bowl from Clyde’s hands, helping place both on their table before taking the other man’s hand. One covered in blisters from handling knives, from manual labor, from doing everything possible to get what he deserved. The other dry and cracked from cleaning, from leathering, cared for but quietly without any declaration of any care. Lips to the back of Clyde’s hand a warm heat rose in his cheeks, coloring him a healthy shade of pink. “I suppose I could be your valentine.” It was teasing, almost mocking but it was a true acceptance, the intensity washing away and they were left in the quiet knowledge of soft acceptance to a connection neither had considered having out loud. In honesty Clyde didn’t say it out loud, not when Alastor already bought him flowers that were meant to mean the same things, not when he’d saved him from a fate worse than death. He’d been his guardian angel for so long that he was being emotionally greedy. Or he thought he was until Al was holding him close, hand on his lower back, other hand held gingerly to guide. Kept in a gentle sway, the music lulled him out of thought of food, the house husband rested his head on the other shoulder, free hand on the other elbow. This was possibly the closest they’d ever chosen to be to each other, only ever being this close if they were running from police or a plan went awry and escape was the only option. Closing his eyes he listened to Alastors heart beat, then listened to his voice as he hummed to him, every so often lyrics in french he’d speak. Unwilling to interrupt him he felt like he’d found that heaven his mother had spoken of when she told him to escape to somewhere better. To someone better. As the song slowed to an end Al ceased their little sway, looking down at Clyde who seemed like he might fall asleep right in his arms. “Ma moitié, before I lose you, look at me.” He whispered into the others ear. Clyde lifted his head on order, eyes full of admiration, the food forgotten, instead only the feeling of warmth pressed to his lips, sending a shock through his system. A small squeak left him before he melted into the foreign softness given to him. Pulling his hands away he tentatively wrapped his arms around the others neck, leaning in to return the first kiss he thought might actually have some sober love behind it.  His hands were shaking, unsure, but Al held him steadfast, letting the static between them linger for a second as Clyde caught his breath. “May it be a Valentines to remember.” “As if I could ever forget you, you’re more imprinted on my soul than God himself, Alastor. Don’t doubt that.” He leaned up again giving him bunny kisses before they finally untangled… at least for dinner.

[the-devil-less-known]

“And where’s the surprise in that? You knew I was coming.” Lucifer is unrepentent, chuckling as he finally becomes visible as well as audible, strolling into view and sinking into the empty chair with a greatful sigh. A tray with some snacks to go along with the tea sets itself on the table, and with an idle hand wave, picks out a few for himself. Magic floating a couple of lemon squares onto his plate and cut sandwich.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind a little company coming to check on you. Have you been enjoying your week off?”

No duties, no training, no lessons. Just a vacation — but Lucifer could admit to missing the sinner he took in under his wing like a son. And as he had with Charlie before she left the nest, fussed over him. It only got worse when it became only the two of them in the Morningstar estate. If not for Clyde, Lucifer truly would be alone.

The fallen was trying not to be clingy… and give the other man some space…

But, well, here he was, five days later.

[fivepointhunter]

His ears perked up, standing at attention instead of being flopped to the side. It had been quite the week without actual duty to attend to. Realistically he’d forgotten all of his human traits, become nothing but a machine for the Morningstar’s and rather enjoyed it. This time now he’d gotten to connect with his roots quite literally. “You have a fair point sir.” Clyde chuckled before conjuring the field larger in the garden. Turning to look at him he offered him a full cup of tea. “It’s been quite the ride! I might not be working for you but I’ve had a grand time with the Goetia, I don’t think I’ve seen snow and ice like what Asphodile can create!” He wouldn’t elaborate on what that meant or the fact that he’d nearly killed the peacock and used his ice magic as an ice skating rink to learn alongside some of the imps. “I was welcomed back by Asmodeous so I performed in the Lust ring… I will never be doing that again.” He shivered remembering all the bloodshed that followed just after someone violated Clyde’s boundaries. Pausing he pulled out a chair for the other before jumping up into a nearby tree, crossing his ankles to drink his own tea. “How have you fared since my absence? Have the other sinners left you be?” His head tilted slightly letting his rabbit ear hang off his shoulder. “Or do I have more work to do?” He grinned in the shade a harsher wind blowing through the garden sending Cecil to scramble for perch under Lucifer’s chair. 

[ancientforgcd]

[prompts-of-chaos]

✮ — 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊. sentence starters, pt.1

Prompts pulled from Haley Whipjack's Castiel is the Only Character in Supernatural, intro + s4 Feel free to changes words, pronouns, etc. as needed!

❝ It's such a basic premise when you say it like that, isn't it? It gets un-basic pretty quickly. ❞

❝ It's a mess, it's a tragedy, it's an absolute masterpiece. ❞

❝ This angel – literally, I'm not just fawning over him. ❞

❝ Not that you need to worry about what the game was like before him, cause we won't be discussing that. ❞

❝ From it's beautiful beginning to it's ... sordid end. ❞

❝ I'm going to be made of flannel by the end of this. And I kinda can't wait. ❞

❝ I am going to be the expert on your suffering, specifically. ❞

❝ You know Lucifer? Like, the devil? That one. ❞

❝ [Name] is ... torturing other souls. Not happily. ❞

❝ I spent 30 years on the rack in the torture realm – in the torture dimension. ❞

❝ Terrible news, your righteous man in hell has already spilled a lot of blood. ❞

❝ You don't really need him for anything else, you could probably just leave him here in the torture dimension. ❞

❝ [Name] is on team Every Angel. ❞

❝ The barn scene is everything – to me. ❞

❝ Not your problem right now, so it's not my problem right now. ❞

❝ Not my problem right now, so it's not your problem right now. ❞

❝ But I needed you to hear [name]'s name. I love that man. ❞

❝ I wanna call it religious psychosis, but it wasn't religious psychosis because ... I really was talking to an angel. ❞

❝ Like, righteous man is very important, yes, but also – apocalypse. ❞

❝ He is also trying to stop the apocalypse. Huge, thank you righteous man. ❞

❝ He has a little side problem, which is that he keeps drinking the blood of his demon girlfriend. And getting demon powers from it. ❞

❝ This only matters to me at this point – and therefore to you – because that is gross. And makes him pretty gross. ❞

❝ We don't trust him. That's a demon boy. ❞

❝ Here in this ... time ... hole ... yup. ❞

❝ A lot of seals have already been breaking, and there's an apocalypse on. ❞

❝ Feels incredibly rude, to wear somebody's soul as a necklace. ❞

❝ He is a very good boy, he's just got that blood problem. ❞

❝ And down in enemies we'll put most angels, I think. ❞

❝ Okay, so ... There's this guy. Named Chuck. ❞

❝ He is a literal prophet of the Lord. Protected by archangels. ❞

❝ He would like to avoid this Lilith makeout sesh, that the prophet of the Lord has prophesized. ❞

❝ Malicious compliance, they call that. ❞

❝ Heaven doesn't want anybody to pass on that message. Cause heaven's on team Free Lucifer. ❞

❝ Come back, get back in here. Possess me instead. Let [name] go. ❞

❝ So we can assume Bible camp was really good. A very positive experience. ❞

❝ Every single day that I experience is worse than the last. ❞

❝ Shh. We're getting there. ❞

❝ Bible camp doesn't have shit on my guy. ❞

❝ Okay, so, [name] is dead, and the apocalypse has been triggered. Now what, gang? ❞

[fivepointhunter]

Fine china clinked casually onto the table in the garden, never truly open only the worthy could step into the toxic fog that surrounded his hoarded land. No matter the hidden gem, every day around this time he had the same tea, just as he would in life he brought the tradition to hell, two separate pots. One for his guests and one for himself, butterfly tea in one and warm crimson sinner ichor in the other. There was no reason to exclude just because of pallet but if someone could not be polite they might incurred the wrath of the Hunter who dared to open such a sacred space. His smoke made cat rubbed between his legs appearing and disappearing with the shift of the winds. Ever the warning. Taking a breath some days he just had to put on the mask, hearing the footsteps approach the table. "You could at least announce yourself, I mean no harm." The sinner man called casually, after all if he really wanted the unannounced guest out the plants decorating the garden would listen to him for dinner time.

[fivepointhunter]

First Day Of The Rest Of Your Afterlife; Clyde’s First Day In Hell

The first days of anything are always messy. Work, life, existence is always a balance. Hell will never make that easier.

There was a pounding in the back of his head, this throbbing that begged to be addressed even in his slumber, forcing his dreams out of the way. A groan croaked out of him, eyes slowly opening like peeling back a layer of flesh that had been sewn to his face. Candlelight cascaded into his vision making him squint back reaching to pull the covers over his head, only to be stopped by the thrumming in his head washing around his cranium like thick poison claiming his once fresh body. Another groan left him and he flung off his blankets like some petulant child. For such a put together man he did have his moments in private, this being one of the bigger ones as he swung his legs off the side of the bed. Stepping upon the fluffy rug he was trying to remember when he’d bought a rug?

Had mother brought him home with all the new decorations? Was he back to just being a puppet to his wretched father?

Placing a hand on the back of his head as he shuffled he found himself at a marbled sink, hands shaking, eyes affixed on the sight of a monster. A cruel play on a soul’s inner workings, fears that could not be manifested verbally. Grey tinted skin, one of a darker cadaver rested in front of him, nimble fingers resting on the cheeks that claimed to be his own. Golden eyes dimly glowed like the lamps on the streets caught in moonlight. Caressing the mightily cold skin he rested his hands on his lips pulling them up ever so slightly as he inspected his maw. Might sharp little daggers scattered amongst his gums, sharp enough to pull a cut across his visible decay.

Pulling his hand back he closed his mouth, a rabbit nose breaking his features, twitching ever so slightly as though it didn’t want to be recognized. Like Clyde had affronted its very nature by acknowledging it.

Forcing himself to take in the bigger picture of his existence the rabbit ears stood out, like a hare with floppy ears he could lift them, twitch them, very connected to his head. Why a rabbit? Why was this visage he inhabited made of pieces of hunted prey? It sickened him… until he willingly looked at the meat suit itself. Tall, lanky… chestless. He couldn’t stop staring. He’d remembered performing his own at home surgery but unbuttoning that shirt the lines were clean, perfect almost. This was a man’s chest he didn’t think he’d ever have. Fingers touching them as though they weren’t real he thought they might disappear, or his eyes were playing tricks. Stark white ears, hair to match, a pink undertone to it as though he were some sort of mochi covered in powdered sugar.

Unable to take it, bubbles rising in him he started to laugh. Sputtered at first, not understanding what he was looking at. Hands shaking he was buttoning up his shirt, the laughs became more brutal, becoming full body rocking, shaking that previous pain in the back of his head out of place. “What is HAPPENING?!” He shouted through the giggles, and a can knocked on his bathroom door.

“Sorry I know it’s pretty jarring.” A familiar voice spoke, cane gently tapped on the carpet to get the lad’s attention. Clyde froze, head snapping towards the door, “I was trying to be here for when you were going to wake up, give you the run down but… I got a little distracted!” The Morningstar admitted sheepishly.

That stupid duck on his wrist came to mind and Clyde went to roll up his left sleeve. Assuredly, under all the vines Lilith had imprinted on his body like shadowy tattoo’s that silly little yellow flying duck was still there. The one that signified his contract with Lucifer. He’d stated that no child should have the mark of Cain to remind them of their choices, after all his choice to sin was only after thousands of prayers, of begs for help. “Sir… I’m free?” He wasn’t exactly sure how else to put it.

Earth was a cage, a rotten circus where he was the clown. The only person he’d ever loved was already gone, perhaps in heaven himself since Clyde painted him so angelically having found him after his deal with Lucifer. He hadn’t a reason to be there anymore other than to carry out a life sentence of suffering. The train of thought dropped when Lucifer’s eyes shifted softly, something different than he’d expected for the ruler of hell he’d been told to fear his whole life.

“Your afterlife begins today Cathrine!” The angel declared before stopping himself. That was a dead name, he cringed at using it. “Con- My Hunter.” He couldn’t find the name the rabbit demon had picked so improv it was!

He snorted, laughing again, softly this time, fading into the wind just as quickly as it came. So this was his ‘punishment’ for the rest of eternity. Bowing to Lucifer, a joy he hadn’t felt in a lifetime filled his tone like a song of the universe. “Forever and always my king. Just as promised.”

[fivepointhunter]

Fast Facts With Clyde

These are little tidbits about Clyde that are like headcanon trackers. Anything personal to specific people I will @ and color code.

  ⌖ Clyde’s mother was a "Picture Bride" from Japan, Clyde is indeed Wasian and knows several different languages because of this. His mother taught him Japanese in secret, learned French and English so he sometimes gets them mixed up.   ⌖ Clyde wrote scripts for the Radio and TV and loved improv. Consistantly had to scribble out words and rewrite scripts because he’d mix up languages when his brain worked too fast. ⌖ If Clyde can’t use his rifle he’s good up close, he has knuckle dusters, but he’s far more vulnerable. He still has his skills as a boxer from fighting in illegal rings for money. But he’d really rather not get close. ⌖ Early on in life Clyde was taught ballroom dance, swing and the basics of Jazz dance. You can catch him dancing with himself on good days as he listens to music. Sometimes he’ll offer to dance with you but don’t expect it. ⌖ His favorite non-cannibal food is raspberry cheesecake. ⌖ Often times Clyde will cook for the hotel or close friends. It gives him purpose outside of his deals and he likes seeing people enjoy something he can personally provide for once.  ⌖ He plays the piano and sings to relieve anxiety. ⌖ His favorite color is Sage Green. ⌖ Clyde has nightmares so vivid he sometimes can’t tell when he’s woken from them, if he’s gone too many nights without sleep dilusion sets in and if someone can’t put him to sleep his powers seep out.  ⌖ Clyde conciders Charlie to be a sister, he babysits her and does what he can to keep her safe at all times.  ⌖ He has no formal training in singing but will also sing for entertainment of others, he doesn’t know the meaning of the words ’stage fright’ as he hasn’t stopped acting since he was 9.  ⌖ He disguises his sobbing after nightmares as differnet types of outdoor noises since he can mimic almost anything. Though if you listen close enough you can hear the hiccups between the sounds.  ⌖ Clyde has a Cherubim that follows him named Leo. He watches over him for Lilith but they became fast friends. Clyde sees the little Cherubim like a little pet. ⌖ He can’t get drunk since he’s immune to poison, but does enjoy a little sake now and again. ⌖ He genuinely believes in Charlie’s mission for redemption but doesn’t believe he’s worthy of it.  ⌖ If he’s startled bad enough when he’s stressed flowers will pop out of his collar and sleeves (they usually expressed his real emotions but you have to know flower language to understand it.)  ⌖ Has roses on the bottom of his shoes. ⌖ Is surprisingly good with kids, grew up too fast so he knows how to take care of younger imps or just children who ended up in hell. ⌖ Guilty pleasure is watching stupid drama shows with Angel, usually falls asleep to them and doesn’t catch the end. ⌖ Has used "Wouldn’t you like to know weather boy." On Vox at least once. ⌖ Love languages are acts of service and quality time. It looks different all the time but he’s willing to do anything for his partner.  ⌖ Clyde KNOWS his father and his cabinet of men who were the reason he was in power are in hell. The men who HURT (will not go into detail) Clyde are down here but he never has the free time to kill them all. It’s a constant buzzing in the back of his mind. 

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//OOC These are just his basics, his relationship tid-bits can be found in my rules and if you want a deep dive into his backstory one can always be provided but it comes with some Heavy TW's. Human Name: Clyde Wright Hell Name: Clyde Nick Name(s): Crop Rider (From Angel Dust) Cly (Husker) The Hunter (Vaggie and Charlie) My Hunter (Lucifer) Feel free to give him some. Alias(es): The Hunter of The Five Points, The Hunter Demon Race: Half Japanese / Half American Date of Death: Roughly somewhere in the 1940’s Age: Roughly mid 30’s to early 40’s but looks around 30, died (murdered) Species: A sinner with attributes from a hare  (a cute button nose that twitches when he’s mad along with long ears that come from where a human’s ears would)

Sex: Female Gender: Male (Trans FTM)

Height: 6’8”/ 203.2 CM

Weight: 173 lbs Alignment: Chaotic Neutral 

Sexuality: Demisexual / Biromantic Relationship Stauts: Single (Multi-ship) Current Occupation: Author and Hunter for Lucifer or whomever he sees fit. They also work part time as a security officer at Charlies hotel. 

Body type: Lean and muscular Skin color: Grey Hair Style: Wolf cut Hair Color: Black in life White in hell Hair Texture: Fluffy Eye Color: Brown in life gold in hell

Eye Shape: Roundish almond eyes Eyelash length: Medium lashes Nose shape: Bunny shape, button like Mouth shape: Wide grin, thin lips Teeth: Sharp like a wolf, cannibal like since he was in life Body Modifications: Bunny tail, rabbit feet. 

Personality: Falls in to “Never fully dressed without a smile” Territory, up beat, joyful, similar to Charlie and is in full support of the hotel. He’s most excited around food (Which could also mean people at any given point or when he’s on a hunt) He’s cordial with most people, likes to be the center of attention but will not fight for it. Positive traits: 

-Loving (Maybe a little too much) - Protective (A LIL TOO MUCH) - Foodie (Cooks and bakes all the time) - Ambitious -Cunning (Though I couldn’t say it’s remarkably so) -Empathetic

- Respects Athority (this extends to Charlie, Lucifer, and Alastor mostly the Over Lords can often go f*** themselves. If you earn his respect you most often have his. ) Negative Traits:

- Murderer - Cannibal - Extortionist -Arrogant (Sometimes can back it up but is also new to hell so is f***ing around and very much finding out) -Heavily Biased (He usually believes himself right on a lot of things so it takes more time to sway him unless someone he thinks is of authority tells him to do it)

-Sarcastic -Impulsive 

 Languages spoken: Japanese (Taught in secret), English, Cajun French 

Likes: - Hunting Season - Dancing - Writing - Cooking for the Hotel - Lucifer - Niffty - Alastor - Angel - Charlie - Reading - Candles Dislikes: - Valentino - Cleaning - Hell’s porn industry -Television in general (working on TV scripts soured the appeal), though cartoons are nice, he could see Niffty in one. -Instant meals Hobbies: - Hunting - Cooking - Writing - Reading - Dancing - Singing - Working through problems with Charlie 

Dreams:

- Become a best selling Author, as he didn’t when he was alive, he’d just finished his book and then was killed. -  taking over Valentino’s industry and making it healthier in Hell - Seeing Charlie’s Hotel succeed

Phobia(s): Claustrophobia (Fear of small spaces) Lockiophobia (Fear of childbirth) In fear of himself being pregnant 

General Weakness: All his power comes from Lucifer and Lilith and the deals he’s made with them. Only in recent times did he kill Valentino and gain power through those contracts. No one knows about those contracts and fear him as though he IS that powerful. His body is weak so he fights at a distance, it’s why he prefers hunting. He might have speed but stamina doesn’t last forever. Without the contracts his body is a usual Sinner level of power.  Contract(s): Lilith’s Contract: He will have a certain amount of immunity to damage, mainly from anyone who’s up to the Over Lord’s level. They can still harm him but anything less he can fend off easily like flicking a fly. In turn, since he knows where she is he will keep his mouth shut but the angels can still touch him if they please, can kill him in an instant. Lucifer’s contract: After being molested and forced into the sex industry at a very young age she found a book to contact Lucifer and being in Louisiana they all believed in such a power. Turning out to be true she summoned him with a lamb for sacrifice and made a deal, she could kill anyone who would  harm her and he would protect her soul even when she went to hell. With asking for protection EVEN IN HELL he must hunt everything he asks her to hunt, this now weighs on him hunting things much higher than he’d ever seen in order to be a bodyguard for Charlie. Valentino: After murdering Valentino Clyde took up his contracts and is working on rewriting them in the porn industry to give more freedom to those he has held in horrible conditions. Contract holder: A 60 cm riding crop with a green leather end. Can be used as a weapon as well but simply holds his contracts.

Strengths: Clyde excels at long range weapons and with brass knuckles but mid range isn’t the greatest time for him. Weapons: 

-Hunting Rifle both with and without heaven metal bullets (They’re saved for special occasions) - Knuckle Dusters

Magic/Fighting: Fighter or Hider: Fighter, though usually desires a crows nest to fight from, when protecting Charlie it has to be different. Powers: Deadly NightShade

The powers he received from Lilith let him use poisons like he himself is a plant, shoot poison darts, coat himself in poison. He's human repellent and depending on how strong he feels about something he can kill a man with it. This comes along with gas from his breath and his blood is naturally toxic. He often stores it for Angel so Angel can throw it at those who may try to take advantage of him. This is before killing Valentino. Shadow Walking Can dip in and out of shadows. Ariels Voice Clyde can mimic any voice he’s heard, along with songs, and having an "angelic" voice. Leap Clyde can jump high in the air in any form he chooses, usually letting him slip out of the way of oncoming attacks. Lucky Rabbits Foot Clyde is able to lean luck in his favor or into someone he deems worthy’s favor but it will come back and bite him later. Prey Summoning the souls of those he’s killed this includes specific humans and all the animals but they’re more a distraction than an actual ability. He summons Valintino to mentally f*** with Vox a lot. Weaknesses: His body quite literally. Sometimes he ends up growing poisonous plants on himself and has to be trimmed meticulously like a plant. The more stressed he is the faster they grow, though they mostly grow under his clothes if they poke out from under his sleeve’s there is an issue. Weapon of Choice: Hunting Rifle! Relationships: Mother- Name: Margaret Wright (originally named Kiku Yamata but had her name changed when sold off as a "picture bride") Status: Deceased/Angel Relationship Status: Strained AF Father- Name: Jonathan Wright Status: Deceased/ Sinner in hell Relationship Status: He will be killed by Clyde on sight. 

Sibling(s) Younger Brother Name: Justin Wright Status: Alive Relationship: Was strained but they did love each other.

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Roleplay Rules and Introduction

⛧⊹ FIVE POINT HUNTER RP RULES ⊹ ⛧ Hello! OOC you can call me Genesis or Genie (Hell even just calling me Clyde I'll know you mean me) I’m an adult, 26 y/o. I expect my RP partners to be adults as well, 18+ years. Minors do not interact. As a Helleverse Rper this is just my intro.

⌖ Remember that we all have jobs and other things going on outside of our RPs. I myself am a full time college student and really appreciate the grace being given.

⌖ Do I use Discord?: While I do have a discord I am only going to give it out if we’ve known each other for a while and have a an existing story. I RP on my discord for plenty of different characters ( Charlie, Lucifer, Fizarolli) but I prefer to RP here first and bring you over to discord if something is established! ⌖ Writing type: I am a novella and para writer. I can write from as minimum as 3 paragraphs to 11+, full pages or more! Be aware when asking to write with me! I’ve written plenty for fan fictions 300+ pages and the like so I am happy to go up and down.  

Never feel the need to match me, I am always a quality over quantity person. That being said I do hope for enough to work with and if it’s not enough I will tell you. ⌖ Who is Clyde Wright-Hartfelt?: A Hellaverse OC that I’ve been writing since the beginning of season 1. He’s still being developed but his base is all the same. He’s the hunter for Lucifer since he can’t hurt other Sinners, along with a gun for hire for the rest of the rings of hell. (Inevitably I will tag his bio here)

⌖ Does he have a love interest?: Alastor (in his canon story line but AU's are always a thing). Clyde is Demisexual though Biromantic. Multi-ship! I’m open to other options and so is Clyde. ⌖ How does Clyde feel about the do?: Smut, yes. While Clyde is demisexual and doesn’t usually feel sexual attraction until he’s made a bond with someone, something can happen with a longer connection. So he would not be a pure smut character to write only that with -- sorry! That kind of RP is also only reserved for love interests, and will not be explored as a casual aspect. 

⌖ What about Main Stays?: Love them but I’m not limiting! Even if I do have someone listed as a main I will always RP with others. † Clyde’s in char relationships for certain characters that mean a lot to her in her story if you need to know †

Lucifer - Father figure / boss, he respects Lucifer and looks up to him with high regard. Lu is the person that saved him from a fate worse than death. Most of his loyalty falls with Lu, not just because of their contract but because Clyde feels the need to. Charlie - She’s like a little sister to him. Loves her to bits but also finds her to be… tiresome at times. He’ll always support her but also messes with her quite a bit as her “older brother figure”.

Vaggi(e) - Someone he simply works with. He serves her just as he would anyone else and considers her a coworker.  Angel Dust - Sees him as a kindred spirit. Though he and Angel are very different personality wise he has a soft spot for the spider and deeply wants to help him out of the situation he’s in. Especially since Clyde went through it in life. Angel Dust might be one of his bigger weaknesses.

Alastor - In my canon they are twisted lovers who bring out the “worst” in each other. Always dutifully helping or simply watching from the shadows of his garden. He genuinely loves Alastor and is the only person he’s felt romantic feelings for in death and life. Niffty - Loves her to bits, she reminds him of better times in life, even as crazy as she is. He’s learned piano for her, speaks with her in Japanese and over all tries to make her as comfortable as possible. Husker - Learned how to bartend from him, often just keeps him company silently or by playing at his casino. They aren’t on great terms but Clyde still values him. 

Vox - Clyde doesn’t often have big feelings for Vox, very indifferent to him, finds him annoying at best since he can see through him. This is until he starts messing with Lucifer in which he has a whole personality switch. He personally believes Alastor can take care of him just fine and never wants to step in until Lucifer is kidnapped. Valentino -  Hates him. With a burning passion. It’s not easy to get under Clyde’s skin but he’d made a personal promise to kill Val just for his own vengeful nature and hatred from the sexual abuse that goes on. Val is the embodiment of everything that tortured him in life and he will do what he has to, to make sure it’s set right.

Velvette - She mostly stays in her lane so Clyde has no bad feelings towards her. Sure she can be annoying, a little loud, and has no proper etiquette about her. But she’s never wronged him. She follows her own script and he’ll rewrite it if he has to. Adam - Possibly the most annoying man thing he’s ever come across. In his timeline Adam reminds him most of his own father and would gladly kill the angel with no hesitation. Charlie, however, has pleaded with him not to and he would rather not see her cry more than she already does.

Emily - Sweet little girl. Much like Charlie. No real heavy opinion on her either, sees no reason to harm her, especially after saving Alastor and helping prove Charlie’s hotel works.  Sera - He likes messing with her, her stress levels are through the roof but he’s not let out often enough to truly mess with her.

Lilith - She’s not like a mother to him, but he does respect her and value everything she’s given him. It’s rather complicated since she does often snatch him away from the place he calls home to be in heaven. Fizzarolli - Loves Fizz, thinks he is rather entertaining, a great friend, and just as broken as Clyde feels inside. Would lay his life on the line for the clown of tears.

Asmodeus - Respectful of him and his space as he knows he’s an intruder of their territory. They were once at odds but after taking down a Love Potion smuggling ring they are on decent terms. Those are the basic characters and I will add more depending on how things shape up. I will update this whole thing if I feel like I need to for both myself and my RP Partners! Thank you!