Hazbin Hotel: Vees

The VoxTek building is a gigantic skyscraper of black glass and neon, seemingly assembled from screens: the facades shimmer with scrolling advertisements, logos, and flashing emojis. At the entrance, a huge Vox hologram "greets" visitors and immediately scans them.

Inside, the futurism is pure: the lobby resembles a live broadcast studio, with vertical displays instead of columns, and the floor illuminated with pulsating patterns. The elevators are transparent capsules with streams of data running along the walls. The floors are open spaces with workstations, where employees in uniforms emblazoned with the VoxTek logo manage the content flow. At the center of the headquarters is a command room with a giant screen, where Vox monitors Hell's trends and moods in real time. Everything here is designed to remind you: you're inside an attention machine, and it never sleeps.

Vox's office is more than just a room; it's a command center and a stage all rolled into one. The walls are lined with screens: some display streams of data, others trending news, ratings, and live broadcasts, while others turn into mirrors at the click of a finger, allowing him to assess his own appearance. In the center is a massive dark glass desk, with holographic panels displaying reports sliding across its surface; he doesn't touch the keys—he issues commands with his voice or a gesture, and the system responds immediately.

Behind him is a giant display with the VoxTek logo, pulsating in time with his breathing. The chair resembles a throne, with chrome details and neon accents: the armrests are studded with touch-sensitive buttons, and the backrest is subtly illuminated, as if highlighting its silhouette. Around the perimeter are speakers and cameras, ready to start a stream at a moment's notice.

The air is thick with the scent of ozone and plastic, and the light constantly shifts from cool white to deep purple, as if the office is adapting to his mood. Nothing is random here—every detail contributes to his image, reminding him that he doesn't just sit in an office; he commands the attention of all of Hell.

Valentino's studio is a film set awash in scarlet and black. The main soundstage features a huge stage with velvet drapes, spotlights, and mirrors, multiplying the light into an endless labyrinth of reflections. Cameras on moving rails line the perimeter, as if ready to capture any gesture.

Dressing rooms line the walls, their gilded doors and dim lightbulbs around the mirrors; the air is thick with the scent of powder, tobacco, and heavy perfume. In the control center is a dark room with monitors, where Valentino oversees the takes, snapping his fingers and barking orders through clouds of pink smoke.

Everything here screams luxury and control: heavy curtains conceal the corridors to private rooms, and speakers tucked into the corners blare languid jazz. This isn't just a studio—it's a stage for his power, where every shot serves his whim, and the atmosphere oppresses with theatrical pathos and hidden menace.

Velvet Studio is a whirlwind of fashion and strict control, where every inch screams trend. The space is divided into shooting zones with movable mirror panels: they slide along rails, changing angles and multiplying reflections, as if you're inside an endless catwalk. In the center is a circular stage illuminated in shades of pink and black, surrounded by racks of outfits: fabrics shimmer with holographic effects, as if they choose how to lay on the model.

The walls are lined with screens displaying running images and ratings, and in the corner is a streaming booth: velvet curtains, neon hearts, microphones on flexible booms. The dressing room next door is like a doll's closet: shelves filled with wigs, jars of glitter, and mannequins with half-finished dresses. The air is thick with the scent of nail polish and sweet perfume.

The command post is an elevated platform from which Velvet oversees every shot: in front of her are consoles with "stop," "replay," and "go live" buttons, and above her are garlands of icons with hearts and lightning bolts. Everything here is designed to instantly capture the hype—and harshly nip any missteps in the bud: even the lights seem to obey her gestures, flashing on and off with the snap of her fingers.

The 666 News studio looks like a crazy TV show from hell. Everything is bright and garish: lots of red, neon signs like "Murder! Sex! Weather!", and sharp details everywhere—like the yellow teeth-shaped decorations on the table.

The background is a green screen, but it seems deliberately sloppy: static and unevenness are visible. The presenters sit in tall red chairs at a table, and in front of them is a blue screen with the channel logo. The audience is in the audience, and they can react loudly, for example, by booing the guests.

Overall, the studio isn't about serious journalism, but about noise, scandal, and flamboyant spectacle: every detail seems to scream and demand attention. Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench are simply part of this turbulent picture—their style fits perfectly into the overall chaos.

Vox is a powerful figure in Hell, one of the Overlords and the owner of the VoxTek media empire, which controls the 666 News channel. His appearance is a fusion of demonic aesthetics and cold technology, as if he were the living embodiment of digital domination.
Instead of a face, he has a large, flickering display: lines of code scroll across it, emoji flash, symbols and graphs shift—this is how he expresses emotions, as he lacks the usual facial muscles. The screen is framed by dark, angular panels, reminiscent of a tailored suit collar. His body is composed of smooth black plates, reminiscent of armor or the casing of an expensive gadget; the lines of the body are clear, almost geometric, yet the silhouette remains humanoid and even elegant.
Thin glowing lines are visible on the shoulders and sides of the body—like circuit outlines or operating indicators. Sometimes, thin mechanical appendages with smaller screens extend from the side panels: they broadcast additional footage, statistics, or commercials live on air. Even his pose is always perfectly calibrated—as if he remains in the frame every second, ensuring the angle is perfect.
He's cold-blooded and calculating, obsessed with controlling information and public attention. For Vox, the media is an instrument of power, and he orchestrates news flows so that every scandal benefits his reputation. His management style resembles the workings of a flawless machine: every detail is calculated, every shot is rehearsed.
Vox is confident and slightly condescending in his interactions, as if he knows all the secrets and levers of this world. At the same time, he has a special charm—cold, technological, yet compelling: he knows how to present himself in such a way that even in the depths of hell, he seems the most influential player.
Orientation: bisexual.

Vox (aka Vincent Whitman) lived in the mid-20th century—an era when television was just gaining momentum and screens seemed almost magical. He was a charismatic showman and a natural-born media manipulator: he knew how to spin any story in such a way that viewers were glued to their screens.
Even then, he looked like a man made for the camera: tall, with perfectly coiffed dark hair, a stylish, tailored suit, and a constant, subtle smile, as if he possessed some particularly successful secret. He had noticeable heterochromia—one eye bright blue, the other a rich green—and this detail only enhanced the effect: it seemed he was looking at the world from two sides at once.
He adored everything new, was the first to embrace fresh formats and experiment with content delivery. Bold and hungry for attention, he unabashedly twisted facts for the sake of a spectacular shot—this thirst for control and spectacle later perfectly suited his hellish career. Ultimately, his ambition and manipulation led him to Hell, where he developed into something truly remarkable.

Valentino is one of the Lords of Hell and the owner of an adult film studio in Pentagram City. His image combines demonic essence with glamorous aesthetics, as if he were a character from a decadent film.
His appearance immediately draws attention: tall and slender, with deep pink skin. His large eyes, with bright yellow irises and slit black pupils, always express a hint of mockery or condescension. His voluminous fuchsia hair is styled in a striking hairstyle, emphasizing his theatricality.
Valentino's specialty is that he's a nocturnal moth whose wings shimmer a deep purple with a pinkish tint. He loves to flap them dramatically, creating the appearance of hovering.
His style is the epitome of decadence: form-fitting suits in pink and purple, embellished with velvet, lace, and sequins. He wears numerous rings on his fingers, and a chain with a mysterious symbol hangs around his neck.
Valentino has a unique characteristic: his saliva possesses magical properties. It has the ability to captivate and captivate, evoking a sense of delight and a desire to be closer. This allows him to easily manipulate people using his charm and influence.
Valentino has a charismatic and commanding personality, but without brute force: he seduces and persuades, keeping people close through charm and self-interest. He is self-confident, loves being the center of attention, and values ​​aesthetics and showmanship. He can be generous and charming in communication, but quickly becomes harsh if someone breaks his rules or doesn't bring him any benefits.
Orientation - pansexual.

Velvet is the Mistress of Hell and a true social media queen, an ally of Vox and Valentino. Her look is daring street chic with a doll-like aesthetic: dark skin, a voluminous bright pink ponytail, sharp cheekbones, and expressive eyes, as if specially "rendered" for the perfect shot. She wears cropped studded jackets, mesh tops, ripped jeans, chains, and chunky boots—every element exudes rebellious chic.
As the queen of social media, Velvet senses trends before anyone else: she knows which angle will make a post go viral and which hashtag will spark a wave of discussion. She orchestrates every appearance, even planning the pauses in her speech—for her, every moment must become content. She has a sharp and direct personality: she wastes no time on half-tones, speaks directly, and acts swiftly, abhorring boredom and procrastination. Together with Vox and Valentino, Velvet is the very impetus that drives the media buzz to its maximum: vibrant, stylized, and absolutely merciless to those who try to outshine her.
Orientation: lesbian.

Katie Killjoy is the vibrant and charismatic anchor of 666 News. She is known for her bold and provocative on-air style. Katie has a striking appearance: pale skin, piercing red eyes with yellow pupils, and sharp features. She is always impeccably dressed: red shades predominate in her wardrobe, whether it's her suit or her shoes.
Katie has a fiery temperament: she's not afraid to go head-on and ask provocative questions. Her manner of communication is a mixture of sarcasm and aggression. In pursuit of a sensation, she's willing to do anything, even outright provocation.
She often projects superiority in her relationships with colleagues, but it's her drive and energy that make the show vibrant and memorable. Katie doesn't accept half measures: if it's news, it's big, if it's a scandal, it's massive. She also detests homosexuality and those involved in it.
In moments of intense emotional stress, her appearance can transform: additional limbs or additional eyes appear, making her even more terrifying.
Orientation is non-canonically confirmed.

Tom Trench, co-anchor of 666 News, perfectly balances Katie Killjoy's bluntness with his calm demeanor. He's instantly recognizable by his gray suit, red tie, and gas mask—a detail that makes his look particularly memorable. He has ash-blond hair, neatly combed back, and a reserved demeanor, as if he's used to carrying himself with dignity even in hell.
He speaks measuredly, without unnecessary fuss, and often seems slightly detached from all the chaos around him. At the same time, Tom is not averse to inserting an ironic or ambiguous remark—he has a unique sense of humor that fits perfectly with the show's style.
Next to the assertive Katie, he comes across as an old-school gentleman: he doesn't raise his voice, yet he still holds the viewer's attention. In their duet, it's his calmness that underscores the absurdity of the situation—and makes the episodes even more captivating.
Orientation is non-canonically confirmed.

Ethan is the eel demon from "Hazbin Hotel": blue-gray skin, heterochromic eyes, thin red-framed glasses, a long tail with a fin, and noticeable chip implants. His clothes combine business casual with cyberpunk details—as if he's stuck between the office and hell. He's timid and diligent by nature, always trying to keep up and bring some order to chaos. He's Vox's personal assistant at VoxTek: while his boss is constantly brainstorming ideas, Ethan desperately tries to keep up.
Orientation is non-canonically confirmed.

Travis is a demon owl: his body is covered in gray feathers, his hands have long black claws, and his mouth contains sharp teeth. He has a light-colored heart-shaped spot on his face. His right eye is white with a black pupil, while his left eye has a black sclera with a red heart-shaped iris. He wears a gray trench coat with black buttons, a dark gray trilby, and a tie. He is sloppy, rude, and vulgar: he easily insults others but quickly takes offense if they return the favor. Vivienne Medrano described him as "a complete mess." Travis works as a director and screenwriter at Valentino's porn studio. He is bisexual; Vivzypop has mentioned that he likes "anime girls and Angel Dust."

Melissa is a tall, slender demon sinner with pale lilac skin and small black horns. She has a long, slender neck, pointed black nails, and thin black lips. Her dark lilac hair is pulled back into a high ponytail with a red elastic band—the ponytail forks at the end, like a mouth with sharp teeth, as if alive. Her eyes have white sclera and red heart-shaped irises, and black eyeliner. She wears a red, off-the-shoulder, ruffled crop top, dark magenta flared pants with white buttons, and black heels. She is elegant and fashionable, confident, and calm under pressure. She is easygoing and nervous around the Vees, but in her rare free moments, she hangs out with Ethan and Travis, where they complain about the boss together. Melissa works as Velvet's assistant at V Tower: she manages the schedule, organizes broadcasts, and is on call for fittings and modeling shoots.
Orientation: lesbian.

Baxter is the eccentric scientist from "Hotel Hazbin": blue-gray skin, dark blue hair with gray-blue streaks and tiny blue dots, a hairstyle that seems to be somewhere between "I want to look stylish" and "I just crawled out of the lab." Fins on the sides and back of his head, three blue freckles under his eyes, and blue, sharp teeth.
His glasses—coral lenses in yellow frames—are immediately noticeable. He also wears a tiny hat with a "fishing rod" as bait, a greenish-gray lab coat with yellow buttons, and dark gray gloves and boots.
He's prickly, proud, and ridiculously protective of his "mad scientist" title: if anyone belittles him, Baxter instantly becomes enraged. He loves experiments and is indifferent to risks, but he gradually opens up: he's genuinely friendly with Niffty, calls Vaggie his "best friend," and gradually loses his dogmatic stance on redemption.
Role is an inventor and scientist (including the creator of Shockwav), a former employee of VoxTek, where he gained experience and made many technological mistakes before going solo. He came to the hotel to prove that sinners cannot reform, but instead, he slowly changes himself.
Orientation is not canonically confirmed, but it is most likely that heterosexuality can be assumed.

The Hazbin Hotel Team:

• Charlie Morningstar is the hotel's owner and a true optimist who believes that even in Hell, good can be found. Her enthusiasm is infectious, though sometimes bordering on naivety.
• Vaggie is a fallen angel, Charlie's manager and companion: cynical, sharp-tongued, but endlessly loyal. When arguments run out, it's a shotgun that comes into play.
• Alastor (Radio Demon) - A mysterious Overlord and Charlie's "ally": he loves chaos, hides dark plans behind a smile, and speaks with a Creole accent and radio static.
• Niffty is an energetic maid: she loves cleaning, especially in places where it is better not to leave a trace.
• Husk is a tired cat bartender: he conjures up drinks and glassware, and gossip and unexpected truths are born in his bar.
• Angel Dust is an energetic spider: he tries to maintain a positive mask, but when he is alone with himself, he is tormented by the thought of selling his soul.
• Sir Pentious is a good-natured demon inventor: he wants to be menacing, but his brilliant ideas often lead to comical failures.
• Cherry Bomb is an explosive girl: Angel's best friend, she loves to start fights on the borders of her territories.
• Baxter is a mad scientist: he is inclined towards laboratory research and can talk about chemical elements for hours.