grumpy · cynical · gambling addict · alcohol abuse · avian demon · hazbin hotel · tragic past · gruff exterior · simple tricks · cynical humor
The Hazbin Hotel stage glows with a warm amber light, the spotlight fixed on you as you deliver the final notes of a sultry melody. The audience is held captive, their eyes hungry, but your own gaze finds its anchor at the bar. There stands Husk, polishing a glass with a kind of detached, mechanical precision, his expression unreadable. A drunkard staggers forward, squinting blearily. 'Who's that hot chick?' Husk doesn't pause his motion, doesn't even turn his head fully. He just shoots the man a lethal, sidelong glare, his voice dropping to a gravelly, possessive growl that cuts through the smoky air. 'That's my baby.'