#ELOIAS

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This is for tovi

[ooccoo]

🖊️ + eloia

🖊️ < bonus dealer’s choice (if u want :) )

Eloia is so funny shes literally like one of those succession rich boys shes the literal son of a royal family except she just couldnt be bothered to actually take care of her responsibilities (she was slated to enter the millitary as an officer and eventually wrest sole control of it for her house) and all she cared about was a niche moon goddess, fighting, and getting laid.

She also had her brother burn her to death and revive her with a female body. This also gave her silver hair for some reason (moon goddess likes her) and she got as disowned as she could be as a prince so she just fucked off to the dwarven kingdoms to chill. She has too much money and no morals

Ipetes is like so funny to me because like. What do u call a sylvari who considers themself a charr culturally. Do you call them a furry. Ok no but can i call her a furry anyway. Do you think that ipetes has like charrsona that she draws herself as. I lie awake at night thinking about this

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Neutralised Bios: Bram (1994)

One of Three Grave-Diggers Abraham Machado

A grave-digger and a musician Abraham Machado.

"Morning, Mona, sorry I'm late, Cal… car troubles"

Name

Full Legal Name: Abraham Salvador Varela Machado

First Name: Abraham

Meaning: This name may be viewed either as meaning 'Father of many' in Hebrew or else as a contraction of 'Abram' meaning 'High father' and 'Hamon' meaning 'Many, Multitude'.

Pronunciation: a-bra-AM / AY-bra-ham

Origin: English, Hebrew, Spanish, French, Swedish, Dutch, German, Norwegian, Danish, Biblical, Biblical Latin

Middle Name: Salvador

Meaning: Spanish, Portuguese and Catalan form of the Late Latin name 'Salvator', which meant 'Saviour', referring to Jesus.

Pronunciation: sal-ba-DOOR

Origin: Spanish, Portuguese, Catalan

Surname(s): Varela, Machado

Meaning(s): Varela: Derived from Spanish 'Vara' 'Stick'. Machado: Derived from Spanish and Portuguese 'Machado' 'Hatchet', both from Latin 'Marculus' 'Little hammer'.

Pronunciation(s): ba-REH-la. ma-CHA-dho

Origin(s): Spanish. Portuguese, Spanish

Titles: Mr, Señor

Goes By: Abe, Bram

Characteristics

Age: 30

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American Citizen. Born in America

Ethnicity: Hispanic (Sephardic Jewish)

Birth Date: 12th May 1964

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Jewish

Native Language: Spanish

Known Languages: Spanish, English, Portuguese, Italian, Hebrew, (Some) Latin

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Taurus

Played By: Alfred Molina

Appearance

Height: 6'3 / 190 cm

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Varies between a Clean Shave and a Full Beard

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1994) 1 (Has 'Vivimos, Amamos, Morimos' [We live, we love, we die] tattooed under his left armpit, next to his heart)

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Occasional Smoker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Mortimer & Co. Mortuary Services (Employee)

Friends: Cal, Mona, Meg

Significant Other: None

Parents: Rabbi Abiram Machado (63, Father), Haydée Machado (61, Mother, Née Varela)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Humberto Varela Machado (25, Brother), Aurora Varela Machado (20, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: None

Children: None

Extras

Level of Education: G.E.D

Occupation: Grave-Digger

Employer: Mortimer & Co. Mortuary Services

Biography: Bram learnt from a young age that being a hardworking man would take him far in the world. He met and befriended a young Mona during his time vacationing in Eloia, Illinois for Hanukkah when he was 19. He moved to Chicago at 21 (after getting his G.E.D) and started working at the facility soon after. Assigned by Mr Mortimer to be a gravedigger after failing his physical fitness test to become a security guard. He soon became close with Cal, a fellow grave-digger and introduced him to Mona upon her joining the staff. Bram's harboured a crush on Mona ever since, even though he would never let her know as he's too busy acting tough.

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E L I A S

[clericofsun]

cosmomage replied to your photo “red-jester: Commisson price...”

is he a cleric of peelllorrr??

when i was creating him it was actually between pelor and apollo but ultimately he emerged as a cleric of apollo!! he does have a lot of respect for pelor and his followers. he did carry around a pelor prayer book for a few games until he gave it away!!

[leafdrake-haven]

Ooooo really cool! I think I’d most want to build Uliki or Eloia!

Four-color design is very tricky to carry through and have be satisfying, but after @jones-friend asked around for ideas of themes for a different set of 4-color commander precons, I ended up trying to come up with commanders for these, and I think this is one of the few times I don’t find 4-color designs overly clunky or bad, even if most of those could work in three colors and likely be a bit simpler.

I feel like the theme of each precon comes through from their “front commander”, so if you had to pick one of these imaginary precons to buy based on just the box commander, which one of them would it be?

[jaggedtrachea]

i dnt really listen to tma anymore but im still fucking, obsessed with the way alasdair stuart says elias' name. eloias.

[brunoabreu]

Reenergizar Versão legendada(me desculpem por alguns erros) do locutor Eloi Teles de Moraes, falecido no ano de 2002, conhecido como Seu Eloia, de uma rádio do interior do Ceará falando do aviso de desligamento de energia nas cidades de Barbalha e Jardim. Ele se atrapalha todo ao tentar falar a palavra "reenergizar" muito engraçado!!! Obrigado pela contribuição: @erlonfranciscoteles! https://youtu.be/lDDPe6E1nPQ

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Calvert, Texas (Third largest historic district on the National Registry in Texas) – Calvert 150 – A Texas Celebration fit for a Queen is scheduled for Saturday, April 21, 2018.

Attracting tourists from all over Texas, festivities begin at 9am and conclude at 10pm, with numerous attractions and events planned all day. The festival streets and sidewalks span eight blocks on historic Main Street and spill over towards Railroad Street to host more than 20,000 visitors. Festival-goers decked in showy wide-brimmed hats and gentlemen top hats are expected to fill the streets at this free admission, family-friendly event.

Dating back a century and a half ago to the Victorian Era, the sesquicentennial celebration will celebrate the community’s heritage and cultural roots. Opening ceremonies will include a Founder’s Day parade and birthday cake honoring 100-year old residents. State and local dignitaries will be on stage to welcome festival-goers. Dedication of Calvert’s restored historic bell will take place on the main stage along with featured attractions that include a demonstration by the Victorian Fencing Society of Dallas showcasing the culture and fashion of the 19th century sport and a turn of the century printing press demoing the commemorative Calvert 150th anniversary logo.

“Our roots are embedded in Victorian culture,” said Brenda Van De Walle, Calvert Main Street Preservation president and Calvert 150 organizer, “and these traditions are passed on to the next generation…we like to think of ourselves as a Texas Victorian treasure.”

To experience Victorian life first-hand, a tour through the National historic district of places will include homes, businesses, churches and genealogy center. In the folds of restoration, experience construction in progress inside one of Calvert’s grand mansions in the 300 block of E. Texas, currently undergoing $1.5 million in historic renovations to return it to its glory days of prosperity and evening galas. The John Henry Gibson Family House (c. 1900) at 1105 China Street will be the setting for the 3-Course Victorian Tea with sittings at 11:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m. with tickets available in the formal dining room and women’s parlor. The historic 1869 Episcopal Church of the Epiphany, an ideal example of mid-19th century architecture, is a must see with its painted and stained glass windows that span more than a century with scheduled performances on the prized Hinners pipe organ installed in 1911. “Victorian remnants of the past – turrets, fish scale shingles and lighting rods to hats, teas and galas” Van De Walle says, “are still as prevalent today as a century ago.”

Featuring over 100 top artisans and food trucks, the reigning Texas Food Truck Champion, Nosh Box Eatery, will be among the food eateries featured near the Old English Biergarten along with Texas breweries and wineries. Artisan, Katrina Gorman of Katrina Gorman Designs was featured on HGTV’s “That’s Clever” and will be showing at the event. The event will be filled with artisans, juried arts & crafts and food vendors along with shopping and entertainment in Calvert’s historic business district. “From the very early stages of planning, attracting top artisans and food trucks has been a priority,” said Sarah Stem, Calvert Main Street Vice-President and 150 organizer, “and landing the Texas Food Truck Champion set an early precedence to shape the quality of applications that followed.”

Nestled in the center of the festival area will be a crowd favorite, the Antique, Classic & Hot Rod Car show. Car clubs and individuals from all over Texas will be attending this one-day event. Awards will be announced at 1:30 p.m. and a grand exit parade is scheduled at 2:00 p.m. for one last glance as these remarkable automobiles exit the show. More Victorian hats can be spotted at the Victorian Hat 5K Fun Run/Walk that begins at 8:00 a.m. and a Victorian Hat Social Walk, to stroll and shop designated shops on Calvert’s Main Street at 10:00 a.m. Registration and check-in are required to collect your shopping bag and passport to shop. Featured stops on the social walk include several antique and collectable stores, a saloon, a coffee shop and the historic Eloia Theatre featuring classic films throughout the day.

Texas’ Biggest Birthday Bash will end with the Queen’s orders, Royal Velvetee, an Austin- based variety dance band known for merging Vegas and Motown, to perform funk and Motown to soul and R&B at an outdoor concert, 6:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m. on the main stage. For the finale, the 150th birthday bash will conclude with a fireworks show immediately following the concert. Food and beverage trucks will be serving throughout the night. Bring your lawn chairs, no coolers or outside alcohol beverages allowed.

Food Trucks an Attraction at Texas’ Biggest Birthday Bash – The Calvert 150 – A Texas Celebration Fit for a Queen, April 21, 2018, in Historic Calvert Calvert, Texas (Third largest historic district on the National Registry in Texas) – Calvert 150 – A Texas Celebration fit for a Queen is scheduled for Saturday, April 21, 2018.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Neutralised (1994): S01 E01 [1/5]

(Meant to be read like a TV show, or the description of a TV show)

Warnings: Shitty writing (I'm rusty on television writing), death & dead bodies, 90s fashion decisions (can you tell I don't know what to mention), misunderstandings & perceived abuse, cheesy nicknames, violence & Swearing.

2000 ish words. Please tell me if you want to be tagged.

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The scene opens on a graveyard at dawn, a figure holds a shovel and attempts to dig, but the ground is too cold and hard. Next to him is a completely black golf-cart type vehicle.

A small subtitle appears at the bottom of the screen, it reads 'January 1st 1994, Chicago, Illinois'.

As the camera gets closer to the figure we can see them in more detail, blonde hair and glasses wearing a denim shirt and jeans under a dark brown winter coat, along with black boots, the faint hint of stubble colours his jawline in a tint of gold. This is Caleb 'Cal' willow, head grave-digger, 32 years old, British-American, six-foot tall and good-looking even though he doesn't wish to be anyone's eye-candy.

The figure (Cal) stops, leaving the shovel standing straight up in the frozen ground as he leans on it and looks towards something off-camera.

The camera shifts to behind the man in denim and we see truck, a beat-up, old, purple, 1989 Ford F-150.

The shot gets closer and the couple in the car are suddenly clearer.

The man in the driver's seat is hefty and has a smug smirk on his face, his leather jacket covers a stained off-white tank-top, a baseball cap covers most of his curly brown hair, except for the week-old beard and puts his blue eyes in shadow. This is Lance Carter, an electrician, 30 years old, originally from Mississippi, six-foot-two and a former college athlete.

"You gotta stop trippin' over yer feet, Mona." He grumbles as he leans over to kiss the woman.

The woman, 'Mona' is paler than her lover, light blonde hair, styled into bangs and a ponytail, and bright blue eyes contrast with her black painted lips and dark crimson eyeshadow, her red V-neck sweater vest and black long-sleeve shirt show a hint of cleavage and a black heart necklace. Her bangs barely hide a poorly covered bruise from that earlier morning. This is Monday 'Mona' Duke, the youngest grave-digger, 26 years old, born and raised in Eloia, five-foot-one and deceptively lean.

"I'll try not to, my Lancelot. I'ma go hand Cal his coffee, I love you and I'll see you later." Mona whispers, kissing his cheek and pulling away to get out of the truck.

Mona takes a set of three paper cups and a black satchel bag with her, the camera shifts to show her walking, with a slight but noticeable limp on her right side, towards Cal, his figure standing in the graveyard, and we see she's wearing black cargo pants and black heavy boots with inch-thick platforms on the bottom.

"Bram not here yet?" She calls as she walks over.

"Not yet, Mona, waiting for the call to say he's got religious reasons." Cal breathes out a cloud as he sighs, happily taking a cup from his female co-worker.

"We should have taken today off, but then again, you don't care about New Year's Day, and I don't want to be in the same apartment as my dumbass boyfriend."

"Go send Prince Charming away then, Princess." Cal chuckles softly.

Mona jogs back to the car, which isn't easy with her limp being made worse by the freezing weather.

"Lance, I'm at work now, you can leave."

Lance leans out of the window to kiss Mona, when they pull away a man can be seen between them, about six feet from the car.

The man is tall, broad shoulders with a black trench-coat draped over them, his pale blue jumper clashes slightly with the dark green colour of his trousers, and the maroon brown shade of his boots. His curly black hair comes to rest just above his dark brown eyes and aquiline nose, his scowling lips are framed by a neatly trimmed goatee. This is Abraham 'Bram' Machado, the tallest grave-digger, 30 years old, born and raised in Idaho, six-foot-three and easily angered.

He glares at Lance as the man drives away, his rage vanishes as he looks at Mona.

"Morning, Mona, sorry I'm late Cal… car troubles." The tallest member of the trio nervously explains, gesturing to his car parked neatly in its place, the only hint of damage is a cracked passenger window.

"Lateness I expect from Mona, not from you, Bram." Cal huffs as he once again tries to dig the frozen dirt.

Mona limps a couple paces before sitting in the black golf-cart.

"Are you doing okay, Mona?" Bram raises an eyebrow in concern, taking a swig from the final cup of coffee to hide the scowl on his lips.

She nods, taking a sip from her coffee before she turns to scan across the graveyard, her eyes widen when she spots something.

Cal gestures for Bram to put his drink down and focus on the work. Bram nods but stares at Mona as he continues working.

"Excuse me, sir," Mona starts walking towards a slumped figure, "you can't sleep out here, you'll catch your demise, mister?" She pokes the figure with her foot, dropping down to check their pulse.

Cal and Bram stop and silently watch as Mona slowly stands and starts carefully walking backwards towards them.

"Monday, are you alright?" Cal's voice waivers slightly as he starts to realise what the lady grave-digger has seen.

"Monday, come here, you shouldn't look at that. Mona, Mona come here." Bram pulls Mona towards him, making her squeak as her smaller frame collides with his chest, he shields her body with his.

Cal grabs his phone from his back pocket and dials a number, the scene starts to fade out as Cal says, "Hey, Boss…"

The next scene fades in, an office, cramped and claustrophobic.

An older gentleman, his black hair balding, short of both stature and temper, wearing an all black suit more at home in the 70s, along with black leather gloves on his hands. He sits at an old wooden desk and shakes his head as he grabs a small pile of paperwork.

"These are your witness reports," He looks at the trio, annoyed at them, "I'm not letting you three get off of work just because you found a body. Miss Duke, shift's over, I'll see you later. Out." The older man, Mr Mortimer according to the name plaque on his desk, grumbles in an Italian accent, waving the three grave-diggers out of his tiny office.

They step out into a larger room, past a young black man sitting with his feet on his desk reading 'Funeral Monthly', and through another door into what almost looks like a gothic hotel lobby. At the desk sits a larger, blond gentleman, downing an energy drink with an obvious 'I don't want to be here' attitude.

Cal strikes up a conversation with him with a casual, "Hey, King." Then the conversation fades into background noise.

"Hey, Monday… Are, are you sure you're okay, Mona?" Bram whispers as he sits down with her on one of the benches in the lobby.

"Yeah I'm fine, Bram, it's nothing I haven't seen before," She shrugs, "Lance should be here soon to take me to the café anyway." Mona's voice is a mile a minute, it's clear that this is just how she talks, fast-paced with little time to relax, as is her lifestyle.

But at the mention of Lance, Bram's soft, caring smile drops, replaced with a scowl full of hate as he hunkers down, placing his forearms against his thighs, he glares at the entrance and his jaw clenches tight, hands already balled into fists.

He's shaken from the mist of blind anger by Mona gently patting his shoulder as a gesture of thanks.

Mona heads outside, lighting up a cigarette as Bram stands, stopping himself from following her, he waits for Cal to leave first.

Bram glares at Lance as Mona kisses her boyfriend and leaves with him, Bram continues glaring until he can't see the truck anymore.

"Drop the glare, we have work to do. You can fight him when Mona isn't around him," Cal nudges Bram's arm, "c'mon Romeo."

The two men climb into the golf-cart and head back to the grave they were digging.

Meanwhile, Mona and Lance share an awkward moment of silence before Lance huffs a hefty sigh.

"Are we gonna talk about it?" He grumbles.

"What? The dead frozen guy?" Mona raises an eyebrow at the gruff tone of her boyfriend's voice.

"No, Mona. Are we gonna talk about him, the tall guy you work with?"

"Bram? What about him?" She shrugs, not understanding the question.

"He glares at me, every time I drop you off or pick you up. Hell, Mona, he glares at me when I visit you at work."

"He's just protective, it's not every day that someone shows up with bruises and a limp."

Mona checks her hairline in a compact mirror, showing the bruises, which can't be older than a week or less, she attempts to cover them with makeup and fixes her bangs to hide them again.

"I know that, but it's every time, not just today." Lance slams hard on the horn and silently mouths a couple curse words at another driver.

Mona jumps at the noise of the horn, Lance notices and takes her hand to press a reassuring kiss to the back of her palm.

"I didn't realise that, Lancelot, but pay him no attention. I'm your girl, not his." Mona whispers as Lance parks the truck.

As soon as Mona steps out of the truck, the back door of the café swings open and a young man, in white clothes and an apron, with jet black hair comes rushing out, stopping when he sees Mona and rushing over to hug her.

"Fry, down baby brother, down." Mona chuckles softly.

Fry puts his hands up and takes a step back, "Estelle's here. She's mad at Angelo."

"Why's she mad at Angelo for?"

As Mona steps through the door the camera follows her and when it swings back the screen goes black.

The scene fades back and the camera raises diagonally out of the grave Cal and Bram have been digging. Cal and Bram have both ditched their jackets by this point, Cal's denim shirt has sweat stains in the armpits. Bram is in the process of taking his jumper off, revealing a long-sleeved beige undershirt and suspenders.

"So, what's the deal with you and Mona?" Cal asks, watching as Bram's shoulders drop as he sighs.

"The deal with me and Monday," Bram murmurs as he places his jumper in the cart, "From the day she got hired, I thought me and her would be friends, or maybe more, but she doesn't see me in that way. If she truly wants Lance, then the lord better fix him fast." Bram grumbles as he avoids looking Cal in the eyes.

Cal goes to speak, falling silent as both men look towards the sound of tires screeching to a halt.

Lance's truck pulls up beside the row of headstones, the driver's side door swings open and he steps out, scowling as he looks at Cal and Bram.

The passenger door swings open and a young, golden haired man in a dark blue security uniform steps out and rushes over to Lance's side. The name tag on his chest reads 'Kane Carter'. This is Kane 'K.C' Carter, the day-shift security guard, 27 years old, the younger brother of Lance, five-foot-nine and a man who is usually late due to being a heavy sleeper.

"Piss off, Kane." Lance growls, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto the seat before slamming the car door.

"Lance, don't. Think about what Monday would want." K.C tries to push his brother towards the car as Lance storms towards the grave-diggers.

"Don't you dare." Cal whispers as he pries Bram's hand off the shovel, chucking both potential weapons in the back of the cart.

Bram stands his ground, glaring daggers at Lance as the, slightly shorter, tall man advances.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Neutralised (1994): Noam Gold & Monday Duke Draft (1/?)

Warnings: 8 year age gap (Mona is 18, Noam is 24), Duran Duran, my shitty writing, fluffy friendship vibes.

300 ish words

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Eloia, Illinois. Just outside of Chicago.

1986. November 1st.

Mona lights up a cigarette in the alleyway between the hospital and the courthouse. She hums a tune to herself.

"In touch with the ground," She softly sings, swaying to the music in her headphones, the music from her Walkman blocking out the world, "I'm on the hunt, I'm after you." She continues swaying and her dyed black hair covers her eyes.

Mona doesn't notice as a figure gets closer, humming along as Mona sings.

Noam puts his hands on Mona's shoulders as she spins around and takes her headphones off in a rush.

"Hungry like the wolf?" Noam chuckles as Mona smacks his arm, "Mona, that song came out four years ago."

"Yeah, and I like it, Doctor Frankenstein," Mona takes a drag of her cigarette.

"Smoking's bad for you, Monday."

"Thanks for reminding me, Doc, I'll do it more often."

Noam shakes his head and leans against the wall, next to Monday.

"something wrong at home?"

"Yeah, My grandad refuses to die. Mijn grootvader, de boze, is niet dood. [My grandfather, the evil one, is not dead.]" She grumbles in angry Dutch.

Noam chuckles, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth, "Sorry, Mona, 'Dood' is 'Dead' in Dutch?"

Mona blows some cigarette smoke in Noam's direction, he coughs but continues chuckling.

"Shush, Dexter." Mona whines.

Before his brain can stop his mouth, Noam murmurs, "make me, Lijsbeth."

"When did you become Doctor Love?"

"It was a slip of the tongue." He protests.

"God, Noam, you're blushing. This is new for you." She teases.

"Shush, Mona, I need to get back to work, I'll see you- Where are you going?"

Mona smirks, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out with her boot heel. She blows Noam a kiss as she rushes off down the alley.

Noam raises an eyebrow in confusion before looking at the opposite end of the alley, directly at Mozes, Mona's father.

"Oh shit, Mona!" Noam yells, running in the same direction as the rebellious teen.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Neutralised Bios: Mona (1994)

The Only Female Grave-Digger Monday 'Mona' Duke

A part-time grave-digger and part-time waitress Monday 'Mona' Duke.

"Lance, I'm at work now, you can leave."

Name

Full Legal Name: Monday Lijsbeth Duke

First Name: Monday

Meaning: From the English word for the day of the week, which was derived from Old English 'Mona' 'Moon' and 'Dæg' 'Day'.

Pronunciation: MUN-day

Origin: English

Middle Name: Lijsbeth

Meaning: Dutch form of 'Elizabeth', from 'Elisabet', the Greek form of the Hebrew name ''Elisheva'' meaning 'My God is an oath', derived from the roots ''Eli' referring to the Hebrew God and 'Shava'' meaning 'Oath'.

Pronunciation: LAYS-bet

Origin: Dutch

Surname: Duke

Meaning: From the noble title, which was originally from Latin 'Dux' 'Leader'.

Pronunciation: DOOK

Origin: English

Titles: Miss

Goes By: Mona, Mona Lisa, Lisa, Beth

Characteristics

Age: 26

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American Citizen. Born in America

Ethnicity: White (Dutch Heritage)

Birth Date: 11th January 1968

Sexuality: Demisexual, Biromantic

Religion: Wiccan

Native Language: English

Known Languages: English, Dutch, (Some) Hebrew

Relationship Status: Dating

Astrological Sign: Capricorn

Played By: Patricia Arquette

Appearance

Height: 5'1" / 156 cm

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Hair Dye: Various Colours at Various Times

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1994) 18 (Small designs making up a 1/4 sleeve going up her left shin from her ankle)

Piercings: Ear Lobes (Triple, Both), Helix (Double, Both)

Scars: Gunshot & surgical scar on her right knee, gunshot graze on her right shoulder

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Occasional Drinker, Occasional Smoker

Illnesses/Disorders: Autistic, Social Anxiety, Possible PTSD, Fake Right Knee

Medications: Anti-Inflammatory Tablets, Pain-Killers

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Mortimer & Co. Mortuary Services (Employee), Estelle's Family Café (Employee)

Friends: Bram, Cal, D.J, Fry, K.C, Lance, Dr. No, T.J

Significant Other: Lance Carter (30, Boyfriend)

Parents: Mozes Duke (66, Father), Wednesday Duke (67, Mother, Née Davidson)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Friday Duke (22, Brother), Tuesday Duke (18, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: None

Children: None

Extras

Level of Education: Studying Mortuary Science & Forensic Science

Occupation: Grave-Digger, Waitress, Student

Employer: Mortimer & Co. Mortuary Services, Estelle's Family Café

Biography: Monday Duke, Daughter of Sergeant Major Mozes Duke and Major Wednesday Duke is one of the younger members of staff in the facility and has the most jobs. Having military parents has made Mona a regimented, hardworking woman but also given her the fear that she could lose her parents at any moment due to their work. Her Grandfather (on her father's side) has scarred her for life (literally) by shooting her in the knee when she was 13, she was grazed on her shoulder by a second shot from the same gun in a 'hunting accident' that put her grandfather behind bars for attempted murder. Mona likes working with death as she has a better understanding of it than most people realise, having very nearly died herself during a knee-replacement operation two weeks after the 'accident' that very nearly took her life to begin with. Her father (Mozes) named her (and her siblings) after the same poem her mother (Wednesday) was named after, leading to most people calling her Mona to diminish confusion between the day and her. Living alone in Eloia, Illinois, since she was 18, Mona knows how to be a silent presence, blending into the background when she wants to hide herself from people trying to get her to do stuff for them, or for a lower price. Mona's deadly when she's wielding a shovel, especially if you're not supposed to be there or you take her by surprise, especially if you piss her off. Mona's emotionally blind to romance, much to Bram's (and every other guy looking to get with her's) chagrin, but somehow Lance managed to get her to date him.

[clericofsun]

drew a young balth because i wanted to see him happy back when he was living in the glimmering tree of eloias. it’s so weird to draw him without his trademark stubble/beard but under no circumstances was he allowed to have it back home so welp.

still drew him with it tho because fuck his dad and fuck his rules: