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welcome to greymoon -
(rarae avesâs assorted slasher/necromancer OCs)
(portraits commissioned from @roachcult)
(group portrait by @three-stacked-raccons)
(family portrait commissioned from @snaxk)

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Maximilian âMaxiâ Vincent Morvant
(The Reaper)
(Rarae Avesâs slasher/necromancer OC)
(art commissioned from @/roachcult on tumblr)
âI promise youâre in good hands with me; letâs get acquainted and figure out just what it is youâre thinkinâ⊠in terms of your memorial, of course.â
[Previously, before Volume IâŠ]
age: 39 (9/9/1982, virgo if he believed in astrology. he has bigger things to worry about.)
birthplace: greymoon, calcascieu parish, louisiana usa
height: 5â11â
current location: usually morvant mortuary of greymoon, louisiana, or the cemetery nearby. (but have you checked under your bed this evening?)
favorite book:Â other voices, other rooms - truman capote
(what he thinks his walk-on music would be: funeral march - 2WEI
what it actually would be: creature of the night - air traffic controller.
fc: daniel brĂŒhl in glasses and a suit. I know what I like.)
hobbies: while running the Mortuary and the House tend to keep him pretty busy not to mention procuring the flesh and blood necessary to keep the House tethered to They Who Provide, he does tend to enjoy a few different things in his spare time. Maxiâs a connoisseur of horror movies, good and bad, and will happily talk your ear off about the accuracy of the gore/wound sfx - though heâs also a sucker for romcoms when the mood strikes. He occasionally can be caught playing video games (especially if you challenge him to one), collects rare books, and has been known to play the piano semi-passably at two or three in the morning after a few drinks. He loves going to New Orleans for concerts, live theater, and museums, and stays the hell away from Baton Rouge on game weekends. Heâs also a cheerful walking encyclopedia of death and funerary practices throughout history, including various plagues and epidemics that swept through Louisiana over the centuries. He loves animals (once having dreamed of being a vet before Death ruled his world so completely), especially his beloved reanimated cat Magnolia, and can often be seen leaving appropriate snacks out for the graveyard critters when heâs restoring older tombstones and mausoleums in the cemetery next door.
You, though, are what he adores above all.
occupation: funeral director/mortician at aforementioned mortuary (the latest in a long line of a family business of death care workers.) also a serial killer/necromancer, again the latest in the long line of a family tradition.
"What can I say? It grew on me, after a while.â He smiles, and itâs sweet, unassuming (but thereâs still something too dark about those eyes of his - a brown so deep, it teeters nearly into burgundy). âIt might not be... what I had in mind for myself, originally,â he says, and his eyes fall to his perfectly shined shoes. âBut itâs fulfillinâ, gettinâ to help take care of people on their worst days. Give them the rest the deserve. We donât talk about that nearly enough in this country, honestly, and we can trace that back to when we started phasinâ out home funerals; funnily enough--â He pauses, and laughs - a particular half giggle, half snort. Itâs a nice sound (though thereâs something under it, something that feels like it could tip into a mad cackle under the right circumstances). âBut look at me, goinâ on. Iâm sorry, I tend to do that about my line of work.â His eyes flicker back to you behind his glasses (and the focus is a little too keen, too watchful to be only polite interest). âTell me about what youâre lookinâ for.â
the present, in a way:
incorrect-ish morvant mortuary:
Maxi: Youâre really not afraid of me? :âD
Reader: Babe, the other morning I woke up to you singing Little Shop of Horrors in the shower, so honestly itâd be kind of difficult at this point.
Maxi: ...Yâknow what, I can see that.