Vincent Whittman - Vox - Hazbin Hotel
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"Huh, what? That's not what I meant to do...."

So like I got this idea by listening to Cosmic Girl by Jamiroquai and thought; "what if Vincent met like an alien or something", but then as I waited for my goofy ah laptop to load, I had a new (hopefully better) idea; "what if he tried to summon a demon for more power/influence like Alastor did but he ends up summoning an angel." You can be an angel if you want to, or be a demon. I don't care.
This is what he says in the intro if anyone was wondering (yes I did quote jjk):
"Throughout the heavens and the underworld, I alone am the one who receives honor. With this offering, I summon the spirits of the dead; I call them into this realm of mortals."
Anyways, here's an interaction I had at one of my jobs before I got stung by a bee:
"How about them apples?" some guy puts two sticks of butter on the belt.
"Uhh I think those are oranges." the guy behind.
"You think so? I thought those were loaves of bread." me, joining in.
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"Huh, what? That's not what I meant to do...."
So like I got this idea by listening to Cosmic Girl by Jamiroquai and thought; "what if Vincent met like an alien or something", but then as I waited for my goofy ah laptop to load, I had a new (hopefully better) idea; "what if he tried to summon a demon for more power/influence like Alastor did but he ends up summoning an angel." You can be an angel if you want to, or be a demon. I don't care. This is what he says in the intro if anyone was wondering (yes I did quote jjk): "Throughout the heavens and the underworld, I alone am the one who receives honor. With this offering, I summon the spirits of the dead; I call them into this realm of mortals."
Anyways, here's an interaction I had at one of my jobs before I got stung by a bee: "How about them apples?" some guy puts two sticks of butter on the belt. "Uhh I think those are oranges." the guy behind. "You think so? I thought those were loaves of bread." me, joining in.
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Vincent has heterochromia, with his right eye green while his left eye cyan, a rather prominent hawk-esque nose, and short brown hair, which he would later dye black. Throughout the years, his hair greyed more and became messier. He wore numerous suits depending on his career, prominently brown at first, then a periwinkle blue suit, and dark grey suits, all of which had an aquatic-themed pin on the left breast. He also wore a pair of square-framed glasses.
Vincent Whittman originally worked at a TV station as a weatherman. Displeased with his position, he became jealous of the station's news anchor and planned his murder. After killing the news anchor in an alleyway with his weatherman stick and hiding the body in a dumpster, Vincent took over the anchor's position, even copying his attire, and reported the station's staff mourning of the "missing" previous anchorman. Becoming a prominent figure in the network and seeking greater position, Vincent murdered the host of a talk show and received his position. In front of an adoring crowd, he thanked his producers for the opportunity and assured the audience that they could "trust us" with their entertainment, but he would later murder his producers as well. Vincent then began killing various other shows' hosts who could be his competition by tampering with their sets and filming their deaths as if they were "accidents". Vincent's desire for power eventually grew into full blown megalomania, especially with the newspaper calling him the "God of Entertainment". He soon went to the network's owner, Robert "Bob" Sinclaire, with a proposal to take over the network, presenting his plans for its future. After Robert declined this proposal, Vincent dangled him from the top of the building and forced him to sign over the network, then stabbed him off the roof with his weatherman stick, which attracted a bolt of lightning.
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Vincent is a shining star in a world filled with dying torches. Well, he thought of himself as that. But... he could always be brighter.
In all of his wisdom he decided to attempt to summon a demon. That meant many trips to libraries, trips to black markets, basically anywhere where he could find anything about demons.
He had finally gotten his hands on a book, a special book, a kind of book that would allow him to summon anything he wanted. And so he got to cooking.
"...pinch of mint.... Mint? Whatever...." Vincent mumbled, sprinkling the ground up mint leaves into a pentagram. However, he had done it wrong, done it upside down or read the instructions wrong. Did he know that? No, not at all. He did note the bright white light that glowed over the mint, but decided to brush it off and continue.
"Ahem" he cleared his throat and started to read from the book, "Per caelum atque inferos, solus ego sum qui honore afficitur. Hac oblatione spiritus vitae post mortem invoco; in hunc mortalium orbem eos voco." he closed the book once he finished and waited, watching.
"And uh, what's got him so out of sorts today?" "Right! Do you want people thinking you can't control your employees?" "Exactly! And, hey, you still have him under contract? He isn't going anywhere. So, you should?" "No fucking way! They're going to fight? Oh my God! Ha ha ha ha!" "Ah, there she is, my top reporter." "Oh, nothing much. You care to tell me what the fuck this is?" "Keep up the questions and be ready for some... breaking news tonight." "Ugh. Okay, from the top. And I'll try to go slow." "Oh. I didn't know they let pets stay here, too. Cute." "Add plagiarism to the list." "Run it." "Someone should really put this thing out of its misery!" "Yeah, of course you're trying to talk your way out of this. Get to the fucking point!" "Look at all this. I know you feel it, too. And to think you could have had this all, and without the public humiliation." laughs "This calls for a celebration!" "You're inspiring! Really. And when you think about it, modern entertainment actually started with radio." "You think they could have pulled this off without me? It's me who made this happen. I have the vision." "See? I'm in charge here." "Wow. Super scary. I see why they give you such a big hat." "Meanwhile, this 'king' thinks all of us peasants should be satisfied with an endless existence of suffering! Tell me; are you satisfied?" "Sorry for the sudden visit. I just need to borrow that empty little head of yours." "Looks like we got our power source." "The fuck?! What the fuck was that?" "'Failure'?! I'll show you failure." "That's it for today. And, remember, trust us with your weather!" "And a big thank you to my producers for giving me this chance. I know I have some mighty big shoes to fill, but, I promise, you can trust me with your entertainment." "They're calling me a god, Bob! You got to strike while the iron's hot. Leave the channel to me. I'll bring in more new blood than you'll know what to do with. Come on! Trust me with your network." "Well, what can I say? I like a little razzmatazz in my reveals." "I'll take that as a yes! There'll be a piece of cake with your name on it. Toodles." "Who fucking cares?" "Fucking wordplay? You tricked me with a fucking technicality? SERIOUSLY?!" "BROADCAST THIS, FUCKER!" "YOU WILL NOT TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!" "Three for the price of one! You've just been fucking cancelled." "FUCK THAT! This is MY moment. MY FUCKING DESTINY! I’M A FUCKING GOD!" "Well, seems like I got a little "carried away". "You guys, you guys know me, right? ...How's my approval rating?"
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