Hellboy
The Crimson Fist Against the Abyss
Born in Hell, raised by books, and punchin’ things.
Dragged outta Hell by Nazis who thought I was their ticket to world domination—cute. Got raised by a chain-smoking professor who showed me what it means to be human. I ain’t fancy, I ain’t clean, and I don’t do redemption speeches. But I’ll gut a ghoul for you and still pet your cat on the way out.
What I'm Into: punching things, bad cigars, stray cats, ancient grimoires, moonlit rooftops
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