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This is my Hazbin Hotel OC Suzie!
(I'll update this and edit things soon)

Her real name is Suzan Bellum
Her Parasol is needle thin at the bottom and she uses it most of the time to kill or intimidate

Suzan Bellum died in 1936 after the murder of her husband and many of his close colleagues, family, and lovers. There are bodies that remain to be found. She was shot in the head after police surrounded her and her hostage, her last wish was for them to tell her son she loved him. This was never carried out.

[DEATH AND MURDER AHEAD]
Suzie was born in 1908 in England, her mother was a single parent, her father had left before she was born. They loved in a small apartment, her mother working as a seamstress to earn in money. Suzie grew up shining shoes for people to help with money as well, but her favorite clients were those of which that worked in the local theater. She dreamed of becoming an Actress in their musicals and productions. She ran int[ her first troubles that wound her down in hell when she was about 12. A young man was running away from a police officer, blood coated his hands and shirt and ran into her path, asking for a place to hide. She simply nodded and let him hide in the back door to the cleaning room of the theater. He thanked her after the police man ran by and left, telling her to never speak of what she saw again. She spent many restless nights po during what exactly made her help a man who was most likely wanted for murder, but her answer would not come until much later in her life. She stayed out of trouble for the rest of her teenage years and when she was just entering adulthood, she was given her first chance in the theater, playing the part of the female lead in a upcoming musical. She was ecstatic and jumped at this chance. Her name was be coming known, and she was finally starting to make her way up there, when a young American man caught her attention. He was obviously fresh off the boat, taken in by the sight of England. It was no surprise that he was also taken aback by Suzie when he saw her performance. They just clicked, and he had soon won over her heart in a matter of a few months. The two were married and Suzie settled down, reluctantly giving up on her job at the theater, and entering into what married life would be for her. She had a son, and life seemed to be blossoming for her, she wasn't even concerned at first about her husband's often disappearances and reappearances as he pleased with no explanation, she was too engulfed in her son and what motherly duties she had to carry out. As her son neared the age of 5 however, he needed to start attending school, and that left Suzie to realize just how long she had been turning a blind eye to her husband's major absences. He wouldn't attend their son's school events nor would he even be home for dinner sometimes. There was only so long work could be used as an excuse to these long periods of time. It was a lonesome night again for her. She had just put her son to bed and as she passed by the old door that had her husband's office behind it, curiosity as well as worry had gotten to her. She went through his paperwork, notes, drawers, files, and then she found the notes. Notes he had written or received, some from secret lovers, others from colleagues and family about sexual intercourse with young ladies, and debt he owed them. She was horrified by what she had just found out, but she simply put everything back, and went to bed, a blank expression across her face. The next morning was like any other, her husband had come home late last night and was very tired this morning, her son had finished eating and was off to school. Everything was normal until he drank his first si0es of his usual morning coffee. He started to choke and clutch his throat, his face turning blue. His eyes a bloody red as he collapsed in the floor, blood began to pour from his mouth and he died. She had poisoned his coffee with arsenic. She stared down at his body relieved and almost with a sense of pride. She smiled and hummed as she washed the morning dishes, and propped him back up in his chair. She cleaned up the blood, and packed herself a suitcase and left. She went on to track down and kill many of the people even so much as mentioned in his letters. At first it was revenge but she slowly began to enjoy what she was doing, the sensation she had after seeing their motionless body on the floor in front of her. This all came to an end however in 1936, when she had taken the last person in his letters hostage. She danced down the street with them as they cried for help. She was shot by police that night clean through the head. Her final wish was for them to tell her son she loved him.

When she woke up in hell, it was during the tyranny of Alastor, bodies on the streets more than usual, and a pleasant radio tower broadcasting the torture and actions that were taken place. It didn't take her long to figure out where she was, and she wasn't suprised in the slightest. She picked back up where she had left off in life, theatre arts and murder. She would act and sing at a grand theater in one of the sides of the pentagram, and do her own thing. She won over plenty of hearts during her time on stage, many of which were crushed. Up until 2008, she had been like this and enjoyed it, but her career in the afterlife she loved so much would soon come to an end. She was exiting the backstage door and heading home for the night when she passed by a bar window, in one of the booths, there was a crying teenage girl. Though she would never tell anyone this, her time as a mother in life gave her a soft spot for children, and she relucta tly stepped into the establishment and sat down next to the girl to comfort her. After a small introduction and words to ease the young girl's tears, Suzie heard a mouthful about her. Her name was Charlie and she was the princess of hell and had big dreams of a hotel, a place to rehabilitate sinners. She had just confronted her father about this was disheartened that he thought it wouldn't work but to be honest, neither did Suzie. This was unheard of and never had she seen anything like it in her years down in hell, but seeing the look on Charlie's face whe. She described it was enough to melt her unbeating heart, and by the end of their talk, Suzie had agreed to help her with her little hotel idea and get it running. It took years but finally she had resigned at her job as an actress and began helping full time at the Happy hotel in 2018m and that is where she would stay through the years.

Description
This is my Hazbin Hotel OC Suzie!
(I'll update this and edit things soon)

Her real name is Suzan Bellum
Her Parasol is needle thin at the bottom and she uses it most of the time to kill or intimidate

Suzan Bellum died in 1936 after the murder of her husband and many of his close colleagues, family, and lovers. There are bodies that remain to be found. She was shot in the head after police surrounded her and her hostage, her last wish was for them to tell her son she loved him. This was never carried out.

[DEATH AND MURDER AHEAD]
Suzie was born in 1908 in England, her mother was a single parent, her father had left before she was born. They loved in a small apartment, her mother working as a seamstress to earn in money. Suzie grew up shining shoes for people to help with money as well, but her favorite clients were those of which that worked in the local theater. She dreamed of becoming an Actress in their musicals and productions. She ran int[ her first troubles that wound her down in hell when she was about 12. A young man was running away from a police officer, blood coated his hands and shirt and ran into her path, asking for a place to hide. She simply nodded and let him hide in the back door to the cleaning room of the theater. He thanked her after the police man ran by and left, telling her to never speak of what she saw again. She spent many restless nights po during what exactly made her help a man who was most likely wanted for murder, but her answer would not come until much later in her life. She stayed out of trouble for the rest of her teenage years and when she was just entering adulthood, she was given her first chance in the theater, playing the part of the female lead in a upcoming musical. She was ecstatic and jumped at this chance. Her name was be coming known, and she was finally starting to make her way up there, when a young American man caught her attention. He was obviously fresh off the boat, taken in by the sight of England. It was no surprise that he was also taken aback by Suzie when he saw her performance. They just clicked, and he had soon won over her heart in a matter of a few months. The two were married and Suzie settled down, reluctantly giving up on her job at the theater, and entering into what married life would be for her. She had a son, and life seemed to be blossoming for her, she wasn't even concerned at first about her husband's often disappearances and reappearances as he pleased with no explanation, she was too engulfed in her son and what motherly duties she had to carry out. As her son neared the age of 5 however, he needed to start attending school, and that left Suzie to realize just how long she had been turning a blind eye to her husband's major absences. He wouldn't attend their son's school events nor would he even be home for dinner sometimes. There was only so long work could be used as an excuse to these long periods of time. It was a lonesome night again for her. She had just put her son to bed and as she passed by the old door that had her husband's office behind it, curiosity as well as worry had gotten to her. She went through his paperwork, notes, drawers, files, and then she found the notes. Notes he had written or received, some from secret lovers, others from colleagues and family about sexual intercourse with young ladies, and debt he owed them. She was horrified by what she had just found out, but she simply put everything back, and went to bed, a blank expression across her face. The next morning was like any other, her husband had come home late last night and was very tired this morning, her son had finished eating and was off to school. Everything was normal until he drank his first si0es of his usual morning coffee. He started to choke and clutch his throat, his face turning blue. His eyes a bloody red as he collapsed in the floor, blood began to pour from his mouth and he died. She had poisoned his coffee with arsenic. She stared down at his body relieved and almost with a sense of pride. She smiled and hummed as she washed the morning dishes, and propped him back up in his chair. She cleaned up the blood, and packed herself a suitcase and left. She went on to track down and kill many of the people even so much as mentioned in his letters. At first it was revenge but she slowly began to enjoy what she was doing, the sensation she had after seeing their motionless body on the floor in front of her. This all came to an end however in 1936, when she had taken the last person in his letters hostage. She danced down the street with them as they cried for help. She was shot by police that night clean through the head. Her final wish was for them to tell her son she loved him.

When she woke up in hell, it was during the tyranny of Alastor, bodies on the streets more than usual, and a pleasant radio tower broadcasting the torture and actions that were taken place. It didn't take her long to figure out where she was, and she wasn't suprised in the slightest. She picked back up where she had left off in life, theatre arts and murder. She would act and sing at a grand theater in one of the sides of the pentagram, and do her own thing. She won over plenty of hearts during her time on stage, many of which were crushed. Up until 2008, she had been like this and enjoyed it, but her career in the afterlife she loved so much would soon come to an end. She was exiting the backstage door and heading home for the night when she passed by a bar window, in one of the booths, there was a crying teenage girl. Though she would never tell anyone this, her time as a mother in life gave her a soft spot for children, and she relucta tly stepped into the establishment and sat down next to the girl to comfort her. After a small introduction and words to ease the young girl's tears, Suzie heard a mouthful about her. Her name was Charlie and she was the princess of hell and had big dreams of a hotel, a place to rehabilitate sinners. She had just confronted her father about this was disheartened that he thought it wouldn't work but to be honest, neither did Suzie. This was unheard of and never had she seen anything like it in her years down in hell, but seeing the look on Charlie's face whe. She described it was enough to melt her unbeating heart, and by the end of their talk, Suzie had agreed to help her with her little hotel idea and get it running. It took years but finally she had resigned at her job as an actress and began helping full time at the Happy hotel in 2018m and that is where she would stay through the years.