Protogen Base©  SukariDragon
Voridusk©  Wolfy the Hungry Shapeshifter

This handsome fella is inspired by Alastor and Husk from Hazbin Hotel and I certainly loved making his design~!

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Name: Voridusk
Former/Living Name: Vincent Moretti
Nicknames: FrequenTerror, The Radio Wendigo, The Wendigo of the Radio
Species: Protogen Wendigo Demon
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Height: 12ft
Length: 17ft (from snout to tailtip whan laying down)
Wingspan: 24ft
Vore Role: Mostly Pred
Close Friends: Viado (Prince of Hell, Me), Slineir/Skully (Both owned by Me), Johnathon (Snaccfren,  JohnathonDH), Helina (Ars Goetia Leader, Me), Alora (Ars Goetian Seer, Me), Josh and Wolfy (Owned by Me), Firefloof (), Mama Chompless/Arez/Avil (All Owned by ), Douglas and Sarah ( XM1C), Xela ( Smart-7), Michael (Snaccfren,  Michael The Hooman)
Occupation: Mafia Leader, Founder of The Fear Factor Radio Station (257.4 FM), Works with SCP Foundation, Overlord in Hell's Pride Continent
Personality: Fiercely Loyal to His Friends and Family, Friendly, Snugglaholic and Nibblaholic (only with friends or family), Helpful, Protective

Description: Born in 1885, Vincent Moretti was a black and grey protogen who grew up in Ottawa, Canada, where he started off as a gambler, being an expert at it and even sometimes cheating his way to money. In the early 1900s, around 1910, he got a job as a Radio Show Host with a group of friends who helped him run it, calling it “The Fear Factor”, as they tended to talk about scary stories or cryptids on the air. They’d even take special requests from any callers for stories or places to do the show for background ambiance. This same group of friends of Vincent would be the same group that Vincent would form a mafia with as the head, being a group he could trust. This Mafia would gradually grow, kept to friends that they made and could trust, robbing anyone they could to make money, even federal agents or businesses were not safe from Vincent’s Mafia.

Eventually, in 1923, they covered an SCP Encounter on the air after one of their robberies got them access to classified files, resulting in the Foundation contacting them. The SCP Foundation struck a deal with Vincent and his friends, hiring the growing Mafia to help them contain the SCPs that break out and get them back to the Foundation. After Vincent caught one of his friends trying to eat one of the friendlier SCPs, he asked them what the hell were they thinking, and eventually, they convinced him to try it. While some of the guards that were with them during these missions were concerned if this went against their rules, others were intrigued when Vincent said it was a nice feeling. Eventually, some of the anthro guards were trying it and were enjoying it as were the SCPs that were involved, finding it was a safer way to return the SCPs to their containment quarters while also being a fun experience for the pred and prey.

Over the years, Vincent and his friends were allowed to talk about SCP experiences on their radio show after being formally hired as a separate branch of the Foundation that had helped them contain countless SCPs, maintaining their Mafia title as a ‘business front’ to the public eye. Despite now using his Mafia as a public front, Vincent still earned many enemies through the actions that his Mafia did. This led to a cryptic caller one night in late 1939, requesting he did a broadcast from a log cabin in a dark forest a few miles out from where he and his friends hosted The Fear Factor. Vincent, having a feeling it might be a trap, had his friends stay at the radio station, a decision that would save their lives as he grabbed the needed gear and drove out to the forest. He set up his equipment in the cabin, using a rotary phone to call his friends and let them know he had got there safely and would start broadcasting shortly.

Vincent started his broadcast at around 9:48 pm on September 25th, 4 days after the caller had left the request for him to do a broadcast in the dark forest’ cabin. He had been hearing strange noises the whole day around the cabin, but due to his history with SCPs, he made nothing of it…that is until he started his broadcast and went live on the air. The noises he was hearing were strange and eerie, making him feel nervous for once as he listened to the footsteps and strange growling sounds he heard outside. The cabin had a fireplace and felt warm just an hour before the broadcast started, but now it felt colder than the Atlantic Ocean in the middle of winter. Vincent, despite this feeling of fear that he felt about the place, continued into the night, reading some of the encounters that he had brought with him for the night, the paranormal activity only getting worse when a chair threw itself at him.

It would have hit him had he not heard the painful sound of it scraping against the wood before it was thrown, quickly dodging the attempted attack and calling out to the darkness, asking whoever it was to show itself. Knowing that he had suspected it was a trap, his friends listened in during his broadcast in case he needed their help and were quick to pack some gear and drive out to the cabin as quickly as possible to help their leader and best friend. At the cabin, the activity was ramping up and they could hear it on the radio as they tuned it to the channel they commonly broadcasted. Things were getting scratched up and smashed, objects ripped off the walls and thrown at Vincent, who was starting to panic now, trying to see the source with his flashlight. Suddenly, as if on cue, the area in front of him shimmered, and his heart stopped when he saw the thing that was terrorizing him on his broadcast. It was a Wendigo, a big, hulking beast covered in fur with a deer-skull head, and it stared him down as he tried to find a way out. The Wendigo reached down to grab his neck, and he retaliated quickly, grabbing a clock off the wall and bashing it across its skull before kicking it back, shouting valiantly before shoulder bashing the Wendigo back.

His friends could only listen to the roar of the Wendigo from his efforts to fight back before it lunged at him, overpowering him swiftly. Vincent’s screams were broadcast live for all that were listening, most notably the one who had requested he go to that cabin, knowing the dangers of that cabin and the surrounding forests before the broadcast distorted and the channel went radio silent. His friends drove faster to the forest, taking the path to the cabin before parking beside the car that Vincent had used to get there, all of them running inside to the main room, finding his equipment completely trashed and his body, mauled apart in the center of the room. The clock that was on the wall, was on the floor and busted when Vincent fought back, reading 11:25 pm as the time of death. His friends mourned, taking his body and hosting a funeral procession for him, having convinced the government to allow him a proper burial despite all the things they had done. They even paid back what they had stolen under the condition they keep enough to keep The Fear Factor radio station running in his honor, given it was Vincent’s passion and the thing he had enjoyed even more so than the Mafia that he founded and led for over 25 years.

Vincent felt light burning his eyes and winced as he blocked the light, before realizing he was somehow still alive and quickly feeling at his chest and belly, beginning to hyperventilate as he remembered the last moments of his life. “Easy, Vincent, they are merely scars now. That beast won’t harm you anymore.” a deep voice said, causing him to look up, his jaw dropping as he saw a three-headed Allosaurus standing tall over him. The three-headed Allosaur chuckled and the middle head spoke once again, “Forgive me. I’m Skully, and you’re in Hell for the actions you have done. Normally, I’d be a lot kinder, but the boss has been a lot stricter for the past couple of years and has told no one why. Pass through the gates, and take the train to the Pride Continent, Voridusk.” He instructed Vincent, who was about to do as he was asked before looking back at Skully. “Voridusk? But my name’s Vincent Moretti.” he said, confused, “Yes, your living name was that, yes, but down here, depending on who you are, you are given a name that is usually based on your actions. Head on over to the Pride Continent, Voridusk.” Skully told Vincent, who, while confused about the rules, accepted that he would go by Voridusk.

Voridusk walked past the gates, stopping by a window at one of the buildings to look at himself in the reflection, gasping a bit as he saw how he looked now. He had 2 large wings that he stretched out, shocked at how large they were, admiring the markings that he now had on his cheek, shoulder, and thigh panels, before looking down at his chest and seeing the scars he had. He shuddered some as he started to hyperventilate again, the fear he felt as the claws and teeth tore into him like he was nothing, flooding his memory causing him to collapse to his knees and his eyes to change to teary ones as he closed them. He sat in front of the window crying to himself for a few minutes, his hands digging into the dirt as his crying expression slowly turned to one of rage, his visor blackening as the area got an eerily scary white and red glow around Voridusk as he looked into the window, slowly standing up once again as he looked at his more demonic and angered self. His antlers had turned sideways and grown out to resemble the one who killed him, his wings had darkened and his eyes were distorted, resembling radio knobs for pupils. “I’ll decide my fate,” he said coldly as his appearance slowly changed to normal.

Voridusk took the train that he was instructed to take to the Pride Continent, but the Sinners and Hellborn Residents there did not pay him much attention despite the sinister look he had. Over the next couple of months, he took over a radio station in Hell, and before long, people were hearing the screams of some of the most powerful Overlords in Pride being broadcast from the radio station. Sinners started calling him names like “The Radio Wendigo”, “The Wendigo of the Radio”, or the name that they had heard mentioned by few, “FrequenTerror”, the nickname he had while he was alive. He continued to take down any overlord that challenged him, or anyone that thought they could take him on. Their screams were broadcast as warnings to all of Hell, it being Voridusk’s choice of warning, to send the same chill down their spine that those tuned in the night he died felt hearing his screams broadcast before it ended.

Over 10 years had passed since he had died, and Voridusk had become a well-known Overlord amongst all of Hell, even capturing the attention of the Prince of hell. Viado confronted Voridusk, asking him what he was up to killing so many of Hell’s Strongest and Most Dangerous Overlords. Voridusk told him how he wanted to see his friends again, and hoped that, if he got strong enough, he could travel back to Earth without any help. Viado, understanding his desire to see them again, took him to Regalitha and to Ars Goetia Palace to meet the leader of the Goetian Family, Helina, and spoke to her about his situation. Helina, understanding how close he was to his friends, allowed Voridusk to visit Earth one time. Voridusk took the opportunity to check up on his friends, finding that they had found the one who made the cryptic call. He watched from the shadows as they tortured the caller before ending their life while Viado stood beside him, watching the longing look to be able to stay and hang out with his friends.

Viado made a mental note to come back to them once they were at the station, taking Voridusk back in the meantime. Voridusk went back to the Pride Continent to the home he had made for himself. Meanwhile, Viado followed Voridusk’s friends back to the Radio Station, appearing before them and telling them he knew their leader and best friend. At first, they were skeptical of him, until he told them about the night Voridusk had died in his living form, shocking them as they hadn’t told anyone this information outside of those they knew and trusted. Before long, he was explaining a proposal to them, to give them immortality in return for their promise that they’d continue doing the good they were doing despite being a Mafia, and to not be foolish with this immortality, as he plans to find a way to allow Voridusk free travel between Hell and Earth so he can see his friends again. Voridusk’s friends nodded and shook the Hellprince’s hand. A brief fiery glow surrounded them each time they shook his hand, granting them immortality. After the last of Voridusk’s friends had shaken Viado’s hand, he told them that until Voridusk was free to travel between worlds, they were to not speak a word of encountering him to anyone for their own safety. They nodded, and Viado traveled through a portal back to Hell.

Meanwhile, Voridusk had gone to a Casino in the Pride Continent and was on a winning streak with gambling until a powerful Gryphon Overlord challenged him in a gambling match and fistfight with no powers. The winner gets the loser’s soul in a contract until the winner desires to kill the loser or dismiss them. Voridusk, thinking this was just another ordinary cocky overlord, accepted the challenge. He easily won the round of blackjack and a few rounds of poker, and then the fistfight came. The Gryphon quickly humbled Voridusk, beating him down without breaking a sweat and putting him in a contract that left Voridusk with just a fraction of his own power, with the only way to get it back by the contract being voided or the Overlord being killed. Furious at his defeat, Voridusk went into hiding for a few years to try and get stronger.

Eventually, Voridusk would come out of hiding and take up a job as a bartender, using what powers he had left to see through people’s ‘acts’ and help them feel better the best he could. This would continue for the next 6 decades until a fight broke out from Regalitha. Voridusk, wondering what was going on, left his bar to find that Viado was fighting his father, with strength that seemed more than he had ever shown Voridusk. The fight was short-lived, Viado winning against his father after 30 minutes of back-to-back fighting, 6 feathered wings receding into his back as he stood on the edge of the cliff on Regalitha. The wings came out once more as he spread them wide, roaring loudly to the rest of Hell, announcing a new leader, the Prince of Hell. Viado, while victorious in now being free of his father’s tyrannical rule, slowly walked back to his family home, being followed by a couple of the other royalties to tend to the wounds he suffered during that fight.

Voridusk was amazed, but turned to the patrons of the bar who had followed him outside to look at the fight, and said with a smile, “Drinks are on me, everyone! To our new leader!!!!” he said in a joyous tone that he hadn’t felt in years. Everyone cheered, not just at the tyrannical rule coming to an end, but seeing their bartender smile after so long, and Voridusk began serving drinks to everyone. Hours later, the party at the bar was still underway before the doors swung open gently, and everyone fell quiet when they saw that Viado had stopped by. “Voridusk…may I see you in the back for a moment?” he said calmly, looking around and giving everyone a polite and happy smile, some of the scars still visible from the fight. Voridusk nodded and followed the Prince into the back of the bar. Viado reached into his robe and pulled out a glowing golden rolled-up piece of paper, and Voridusk stepped back for a moment, knowing these papers were used for soul-binding contracts or deals. “Relax, it’s your old one…I... ‘took care’, of that Gryphon and rearranged the rules and conditions of this contract.” he said, handing it to Voridusk who opened it to read, “As you can see, the rules now say that the one signing the contract will retain their full power, and the ability to gain more power. The only ‘but’ is that they will have to listen to the contractor, who in this case, is me. And my only condition is you help weed out any more dangerous Overlords who might not be too fond of my father’s death and, get rid of them, and help me in making this Hell a better place. Not just for Sinners like you, but for everyone here, they have been miserable for far too long, Voridusk, and now that my power is back…I want to make everyone feel better about being here. And… you’re free to travel between Hell and Earth as you see fit….maybe down the line you can come up with me and see the one responsible for my powers being freed from the chains my father had them in, suppressing my true strength.” Viado said, smiling happily as he saw Voridusk starting to smile.

Voridusk, while not happy at first that he was signing another contract, was glad to have his powers back, be able to travel freely where he pleased, and help Viado make Hell better, “Thank you, sir…I might just have to take you up on that offer one day…but for now…how about a drink to celebrate Hell’s new and benevolent leader?” Voridusk said, signing the contract with a quill before it vanished into thin air, feeling the power quickly surging through him, sending a brief chill down his spine. “I think I’d like that. I’ll take the finest Fireball Whiskey you have,” Viado said with a happy chuckle. Voridusk stepped back to the front with Viado and smiled, “A toast! To Prince Viado!!!” he roared, a tendril appearing off his back, and grabbed a large bottle of aged Fireball Whiskey as he poured a pint for Viado. The patrons gasped at first when they saw the tendril, but then cheered as they figured out what Viado had done for Voridusk as he served Viado the drink. 8 years later, Voridusk accepted Viado’s offer to meet the ones responsible for returning his strength to him. Viado happily took Voridusk to Earth to meet his new family and the one responsible for his strength being back.

Likes: Safe Soft Vore, Snuggling, Chub, Family/Friends, Listening to "New" Music (particularly music from the 70s-90s), Belly Rubs, Making Gifts for Friends and Family, Playing in the Snow, KFC, Dancing, Swimming, Learning New Things, Training to Become Stronger, Helping Viado make Hell better, Cuddling and Squishing Friends and Family in his Chubby Gut, Making himself Softer/Bigger/Fatter

Dislikes: Spiders, Not Being Able to Help, Monday Mornings, Failing to Protect His Friends or Family, Losing Fights