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  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ท๐–Š๐–Œ๐–†๐–‘ ๐•ด๐–“๐–‹๐–”๐–—๐–’๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐๐€๐Œ๐„: Ladislava-Carlotta Balรกลพovรก
    ๐๐ˆ๐‚๐Š๐๐€๐Œ๐„: Lottie, Va
    ๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐€๐’: Hellโ€™s Angel [primarily], Lethal Lottie, Lizzie Bourdin, Scarface, Aileen, [formerly] Mr.โ€™s Little Devil

    ๐€๐†๐„: 32
    ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐‡๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„: Levoฤa, Slovakia, but mostly identifies their hometown as being Venezia, Italia.
    ๐ƒ๐€๐“๐„ ๐Ž๐… ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐‡: June 6th
    ๐™๐Ž๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€๐‚: Gemini [sun]

    ๐†๐„๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘: femme, afab non-binary; preferably referred to as she/they
    ๐’๐„๐—๐”๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜: biromantic with a strong lean towards non-binary people and women; isnโ€™t necessarily asexual but is past a point in their life where they care about sex

    ๐‘๐€๐‚๐„ & ๐„๐“๐‡๐๐ˆ๐‚๐ˆ๐“๐˜: Slovak and Italian

    ๐‘๐Ž๐‹๐„: one of The Five
    ๐Ž๐‚๐‚๐”๐๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐: formerly a bartender, turned all-too-willing underling to Mr., accidental vigilante, and now, mega superhero

    ๐Œ๐Ž๐ƒ๐„๐‹: Britney Murphy
    ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐Ž๐‘ ๐‚๐Ž๐ƒ๐„๐’:
    #762222
    #D9AC82
    #D4C49A
    #C80000


  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐–๐–Ž๐–˜๐–†๐–Œ๐–Š .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐‘: Most commonly seen while they are on-the-clock is their black bob wig, serving as a somewhat covert way to maintain a false identity. Of course, her natural blonde curls have lived in infamy ever since she removed herself from Mr.โ€™s hideout, covered in blood, and lacking her signature wig.

    ๐„๐˜๐„๐’: Deep umber with a splattering of green and gold.

    ๐‡๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“: 5โ€™11โ€™โ€™

    ๐๐”๐ˆ๐‹๐ƒ: Gawky elbows mixed with a doughy middle. A softness highlighted by the occasional edge.

    ๐’๐Š๐ˆ๐: Summery, yet pale.

    ๐๐Ž๐ƒ๐˜ ๐Œ๐Ž๐ƒ๐ˆ๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’: Two, parallel scars that stretch from the corner of her eyes, down and then out, all the way to her shin, where they cut horizontally. A butterfly with angel wings on the middle of her back, taking up about five inches of space. Double lobe piercings. Lastly, her teeth have been modified to form sharpened peaks, a choice Mr. thought would make them more unique.

    ๐’๐“๐˜๐‹๐„: Typically dressed in an array of blacks, whites, and accents of red. Lace and hard metals. Details can be found here.


  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ป๐–Š๐–—๐–˜๐–”๐–“๐–†๐–‘๐–Ž๐–™๐–ž .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐•๐ˆ๐„๐–: bubbly โ˜… spritely โ˜… detached โ˜… internally chaotic โ˜… outwardly otherworldly โ˜… avoidant โ˜… charismatic โ˜… jaded โ˜… beguiling โ˜… willful โ˜… volatile โ˜… sociable โ˜… easily upset โ˜… venomous โ˜… passionate โ˜… moody โ˜… sad โ˜… neurotic โ˜… heartfelt โ˜… disingenuous โ˜… unrelenting โ˜… overly empathetic โ˜… observant โ˜… impulsive

    ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐’: fresh flowers, daydreaming, asking random strangers how their day is, remembering to take her pills, Fran from The Nanny, the solitude of nighttime, romantic comedies, pretty pictures, talking to people who benefitted from their actions, parties, flashing lights, the quiet safety of spending time with friends/loved ones, her cat Salem, and, truthfully, donning their suit and getting some aggression out
    ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐’: people looking at them {especially after a fight}, yelling in public, remembering Mr., judgment, men, anyone who doesnโ€™t get the concept of a โ€˜good timeโ€™, being made fun of for how she speaks and acts, missions she couldnโ€™t give a ratโ€™s ass about, intrusive thoughts, the smell of cigarettes, looking in the mirror, having to get out of bed when they โ€˜just arenโ€™t feeling itโ€™

    ๐’๐Š๐ˆ๐‹๐‹๐’: metal manipulation, basic gymnastics, not following directions, sewing, makeup, nail art, basic car maintenance and repair, at-home highlights dying, and looking absolutely smashing

    ๐๐”๐ˆ๐‘๐Š๐’: Pretends to type on her phone when she is avoiding someone, twirls a piece of hair around their finger when thinking deeply, hates eye contact when she feels vulnerable, has a stutter that pops up when emotional despite years of speech therapy, and counts all of the presidents backwards from Obama when they canโ€™t fall asleep.
    ๐…๐„๐€๐‘๐’: having to fight someone related to Mr. and the crew he used to run with, fading into obscurity, finally being prosecuted for all the murders theyโ€™ve committed, karma, being in the same situation again, just with a different coat of paint

    ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„๐’ ๐Œ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐‹๐˜ ๐“๐Ž ๐๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ: attending a good party, appearing on the nearest billboard, and trying to be normal exceptโ€ฆ is that really possible, given the whole metal blood thing?


  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ณ๐–Š๐–—๐–” ๐•ป๐–—๐–”๐–‹๐–Ž๐–‘๐–Š .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐Ž๐‘๐ˆ๐†๐ˆ๐ ๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘๐˜: It all began with a gentleman. Well, she called him that, the first time he opened the car door for her. Mister ! She squealed it out, honored she was worthy enough. His suit coat was polished with dew and drizzly droplets of summer rain. It was picturesque, the first time anything fit right.

    The drain was slippery. Almost as smooth as the wool of his coat. They fell, a rabbit hole easy to confuse for Wonderland. When they finally awoke, blood was on their hands. His brain matter covered the walls, her dress, that same damn jacket. When she had finally eradicated the poison, she left the underwater tunnel Mr. made his base in and exited a hero. A hero.

    Love was quite the opposite of what Lottie foretold. Prison felt more accurate. The string of murders were quickly forgotten in favor of the celebration of one. The final joke.

    He had laughed at her because he still hadnโ€™t figured out it was them. They were Hellโ€™s Angel, spitting rapture on all those who were reported. The vigilante killer Twitter fell in love with for dealing out justice that was never felt. Are you feeling it now?

    He had once been feared, by everyone but especially her, but now he cried. Shivered in her wake. This wasnโ€™t retribution. It didnโ€™t make Lottie any stronger. It destroyed them into flamey tatters. But what else would have been left otherwise? Nothing, as that was all they were to Him.

    Except, now, who would have thunk that killing one of the most notoriously lethal villains in the entire understanding of the word would shoot Lottie into the limelight. Furthermore, revealing they were Hellโ€™s Angel all along did nothing but fan the gas fire.

    She applied to be one of The Five on a whim. A tawdy dare spurred by gossip that she was no better than Mr., himself or a vigilante, at worst. The former Little Devil, turned Angel, slipped in seamlessly. A slew of people were frothing for her inclusion, making them ripe for fame. Starlight was strange after all that time living underground, but Heaven is no longer hiding. Lottie is determined to make the best of it

    TLDR:

    - Mr. โ€” a lethal villain known for his intricate black-and-white suits, penchant for a hatchet and classical music, and his home in the sewer system. His face is extremely disfigured, by choice {and something he opted to pass along to Lottie}, in order to keep his identity hidden. Of course, Lottie knows who he is, but even now she refuses to speak it. A ghost who haunts forever. Seems pretty fair once you know his M.O.: to turn Emerdol into his play place. With his ability to control the minds of any living creature, this was all-too possible, even after being thwarted countless times.
    -After meeting Mr. before he became the man of infamy, Lottie was smitten, resulting in her allegiance to him. Sometimes she wonders if he controlled her, but somehow that hurts less than the idea that he simply used his wordsโ€ฆ
    -Hellโ€™s Angel appeared a few weeks before Mr. was murdered. She stumbled into vigilantism, discovering an infamously disgusting actor got away with a slap on the wrist for a history of harassing and assaulting actresses, producers, grips, etc. He was their first victim, slingshotting them into infamy.
    -The next murders were based off public court records, which after countless hours of studying them in the free hours away from Mr., resulted in Hellโ€™s Angelโ€™s creation.
    -When Lottie decided to kill Mr., she thought sheโ€™d be sentenced to prison. Particularly after she revealed sheโ€™s Hellโ€™s Angel. Instead, her crimes were met with open arms. Pitchforks were drawn too, but popular opinion adored her.
    -From there, everything moved quickly, evolving into Hellโ€™s Angel, one of The Five. A horror on the battlefield. Someone to beware.

    ๐‘๐„๐๐”๐“๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐: A double-edged sword. Public opinion wavers, with many loyal fans sticking to their gun posts that Lethal Lottie is actually the best superhero ever (thank you very much!), and others arguing the same talking points anytime they make a fool out of themself. An accidental stabbing? Cancel culture takes flight, even if justifiably so, and the war over whether or not Hellโ€™s Angel is actually a demon begins once more. One thing is for certain: all press is good press for Lottie.

    ๐๐Ž๐–๐„๐‘๐’: The more infamous aspect to Hellโ€™s Angel.
    Regenerative and Shielding Qualities โ€”the most important of Lottieโ€™s powers, yet tricky to understand the source of. They didnโ€™t appear until the day Mr. sent them into a steel parts factory. The irony likely has nothing to do with the abilities, but all the same Lottie notes it. It is believed that Lottieโ€™s skeleton, veins, and even her blood, itself, are covered by/contain some sort of metallic alloy. This is what gives her regenerative qualities, allowing her to use her main ability.
    Magnesis โ€” where the real show begins. Lottie has the ability to control and manipulate metal. Her main form of using this ability is to control the metal that exists within her body. People call her Scarface as a result, since the act of shooting metal projectiles from her body tears at her skin and turns her into pulp. However, it is quite affective at killing people.

    ๐’๐”๐ˆ๐“(๐’): there are two primary suits that Hellโ€™s Angel has gone through:
    Little Devil โ€” the first suit she ever owned. The design is simple: subtle horns clipped into her hair and an all-black latex suit. Prior to the development of her abilities, she thought the design was basic, yet practical given what she did for a living.
    Hellโ€™s Angel โ€“ the same black-latex with cut-outs to help limit the amount of damage done to the suit, along with the silhouette being more akin to a sleeveless leotard. In addition, there has been a black corset with burgundy ribbons added for support. White and deep burgundy thread make stitches on the suit, repairs from times before where her ability has cut through the suit. Of course, Hellโ€™s Angel goes through many replacements, though she tries to make each one stick around longer than the one before it. The back has their symbol, a pair of white wings, protruding out of her back. The barrette horns have also remained, though they are white instead. Additionally, the suit has been made to obscure and be outfitted with a wider array of weapons, including a knives set and mix-and-match rivets.

    ๐ˆ๐‚๐Ž๐๐’: For Little Devil, Lottie was closely associated with horns and a pitchfork (their old choice of impractical weaponry); For Hellโ€™s Angel, the wings of said creature are her primary symbol. Of course, there are a few unrelated ones, including gothic font and dark reds. Most promotional materials also highlight her hair, either the dark black bob wig she wears or her natural blonde curls.


  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ญ๐–Ž๐–”๐–Œ๐–—๐–†๐–•๐–๐–ž .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐•๐ˆ๐„๐–
    Petty reasons like justice and diligence do not guide the wrath of Hellโ€™s Angel. Instead, it is a history of red-soaked pages held together but a similarly dyed thread. A hand-bound book that has been shelved away, dust jacket hung up. Lottie Balรกลพovรกโ€™s brain matter splatters the paper, and their story follows thusly:
    Born in Slovakia, she managed her way to Emerdol. They set up shop, working part-time at a mall kiosk and helping their mother with her freelance cleaning business. Gymnastics, the only outlet.

    Then Mister came along.

    ๐…๐ˆ๐๐„๐‘ ๐ƒ๐„๐“๐€๐ˆ๐‹๐’:
    โ €โ € To keep things simple and to prevent me burning out on poetics, hereโ€™s a general timeline for Lottieโ€™s life:
    โ €โ € born in Slovakia; at the age of fourteen, she immigrated with her mother to Emerdol
    โ €โ € upon graduating high school, she worked at a local mall selling sunglasses at a kiosk and helping their mother with her freelance cleaning business
    โ €โ € at the age of eighteen, they met Mr., an enigmatic bsuinessman turned super villain. The details of this change are a well-guarded secret and Lottie refuses to discuss even today.
    โ €โ € His reasoning? Even Lottie isnโ€™t quite suer, as they began while she was obsessed and drunken on the idea of being worthy. Of being loved. He wanted the world, wanted to make it hurt for him, and she was too happy to help
    โ €โ € The rest is explained in her origin story.


  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ฐ๐–๐–™๐–—๐–†๐–˜ .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐‡๐„๐€๐ƒ๐‚๐€๐๐Ž๐๐’:
    โ €โ € collects animal bones from the woods near her home
    โ €โ € diagnosed with OCD; does their very best to hide it
    โ €โ €

    ๐๐‹๐€๐˜๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“:
    ๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐„๐’๐“:


  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ฒ๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–Š๐–—๐–ž .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

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