Doll - Hazbin Hotel Fan Character

I'm really happy with how my first fan character turned out.

Name: Lydia Cooper

Nickname and Name she prefers to go by:  Doll

Demon Species: Spider

Died: During the 1990's

Occupation in life: Singer and Dancer but worked at Hooter's for money before she got big.

Sexuality: Straight (1990's may have been more open to gays and bis then but not much.)

(Traits are basically Personality I'm just breaking it into two parts)
Positive traits: Soft Spoken, Adaptable, Creative, Faithful, Loving, Optimistic, Polite, Playful.

Negative traits: Clinging, Fussy, Impulsive, Nervous, Stubborn, flirtatious (sometimes)

Nationality: British

Country she lived in: America (Idk about America very well cause im a little british lass. So i'm not gonna name a state cause idk them)

Story of death: Doll lived up to her nickname. She was perfect and pristine like a living doll, youthful and beautiful. She was nice, she was caring and most females hated her. It was actually rare for her to find a female friend. Or at least a true friend of the same gender. During Secondary School (High School) in her first school she was the popular girl but when moving she was more picked on by the popular girls there, for the threat of her.
But Doll would never try to be popular, it just happens. When a person looked like her in Secondary School things can either be good or bad.

After High School and during College, Doll managed to get a job a Hooters while trying to fulfill her dream of becoming a popstar. She could sing, she could dance. She was taking a musical course in college for instruments and all that jazz. All she needed now was to get noticed. So she got jigs to sing, made mixtapes, sang on the streets.
3 years later Doll was 20 and was rising fast. Her dreams came true.
She had fans, she had records. She was Famous~

But one day a fan of hers kidnapped her while she was leaving a recording shoot, walking to her car in the parking lot she fumbled through her purse for her keys. And thats when it happened. A hand with a cloth wrapped around her mouth and other holding her close, Doll's eyes were wide as she made muffled screams. Slowly her screaming stopped as her body went limp, bag falling to the ground. Its contents scattering across the pavement.

When she awoke she was tied up in a basement, looking around she found a shrine of her. Polaroids of a TV and on the screen was her on stage or on chat shows, Albums of hers resting there, posters of her, fairy lights of her product, many other products by here. But the worst things were Polaroids of her, but not like the other ones. Actual ones of her during her life offscreen. At home, when she was in college, working at hooters, singing on the streets. So much stuff no one should have pictures of. How long had they been stalking her?

Eventually a man came in, he wasn't the best looking person. Over weight, kinda sweaty. Honestly looked like a stereotype of a stalker. He smiled seeing her wake, and caressed her face. Doll cringed at his touch and smell. She asked how he's got those pictures, but he got excited when she addressed his shrine.
He praised and bossed about it, saying he admired her for a long time. That he loved her.

Frightened Doll started to pull on the chains to get away.

Since then months past. She was used, torchered, played with. She was forced to say and do horrible things. She wondered if anyone was looking for her, and how long it will take for the police to get to her.

Eventually there was hope, in the small windows of that dark basement she saw lights. Red and blue. The muffled sirens were close, they sounded like they were outside.
The basement door opened and closed as her capture rushed downstairs, untying the chains from the wall he tried to pull her along. And for the first time in a long time when she used to resist, she resisted again. Refusing to move. Wanting to keep him there for the police to find him. And save her.

The captor turned to her with confused eyes, asking why his beloved does not want to come with her one and only. Frustrated, Doll shouted out "I don't love you! I'd never love you! I want to go home! Just give up and let the police take you and I can life the rest of my life! Please!"

There was silence, the sirens still playing in the background. He walked up to her slowly and reality hit Doll. Regretting saying anything at all. He grabbed her and roughly started undressing her from her stained and ripped clothes. When naked he undressed himself.

Then went over to the messy bath and plugged it to run the water. While doing this Doll tried to make a run for it but his grip on the tightened pulling her to the ground. He then put on a tape with her music on it, and played a song she used to sing on the streets a lot. Before she got famous. That song was also the one that got her noticed, and got her famous.

The man said "This is the song you sang when we fell in love at first sight~ Remember that?" she stared with fear filled eyes as he dragged her close.

Dragging her along to the bath he got inside and sat her in front of him, Doll could hear the police now in the home of her captor. She screamed for help. But he quickly covered her mouth as he hummed along to the music. Dolls muffled cries also filling the room.

He then grabbed a hand mirror on the side of the bath and held it in front of her so she could see her reflection. "So, Beautiful~" he whispered as his hand left her mouth and reached for another object. The second hand then gently dived under the bath water.
The arm with the Mirror quickly wrapped around her body but made sure she could still look at herself and he could see her look at herself.

Then the second hand dug its item into Dolls inner thigh, digging through her skin and muscle to make a large gash. The second hand them left the water revealing a shaving blade before dropping it on the floor.

Dolls eyes widened as her breath quickened. Scolding herself about trying to stand up to him, she should have just listened.

As her blood drained out her body the bathwater turned red, and her skin became pale. Her sight becoming black as that last thing she heard was her own song, her captor humming the melody and a loud noise of the police breaking down the door to the basement. And the last thing she saw was her face becoming drained of life, and in the corner of the mirror a smirk on her humming murder's lips.


Demon Powers: Going with the spider route, Doll can make pink strings from her finders. These being her spider webs. She can wrap others up in the webs she creates and when they struggle to get free the webs tighten. She can also leave small traps.
Now this is pretty simple if you know about the black widow spider, the basic premise is that she leaves strands of web from the floor to any high place. Then making the web invisible she hides and waits. Now each web also has an extension from the heist connection point, that leads to each of her fingers. But this does mean she can only make 20 of these traps (one for each finger). When one of her webs are touched the magic in them makes a reaction that causes the web to attach to their leg and grow till it connects together ether around one leg or both. The web then retracts and pulls them up while showing its pink colour glow. The struggling of the caught demon/person sends vibrations to Doll so she knows she caught someone to check or to make sure their still there. (Idk if thats it but seems good enough ^^)

Likes: Singing, Dancing, Bunnies, Cute things in general, listening to music, Cooking, Shopping, Video Games, Drawing and Reading.

Dislikes: Basements, Oranges, Darkplaces. (idk what else to put XD all my creativity went into the death story)

I used Sketchbook for Galaxy on my Samsung Galaxy Tablet 12.2