Ivor has a minion!

Preacher the Carrion Mantis


The Graveyard Mahar
Owner: Haiku

Age: 3 years, 1 month, 6 days

Born: May 14th, 2016

Adopted: 9 months, 4 weeks, 1 day ago

Adopted: August 22nd, 2018


  • Level: 100
  • Strength: 100
  • Defense: 100
  • Speed: 100
  • Health: 100
  • HP: 100/100
  • Intelligence: 100
  • Books Read: 100
  • Food Eaten: 100
  • Job: Tombstone Creator

"Let me tell you about the night,
Of all the things that you hide inside,
For in the blood that rushes red,
All of lifes secrets can be read..."

His past is not known. No one dares to ask why the scars, what happened to their eyes or where the eyeballs sewn into their skin. Rumor has it he could see the future - and indeed, he did when he was alive.
He had his business on the outskirts of Centropolis, where citizens sought him out to have their hands read, their future uncovered, their questions answered. And it was not charlatanism. He definitely could see someone's future, knew how someone was going to die as the depths of their eyes stared at him.
Ivor has always been very mysterious about his personal life, and very individualistic. People respected him out of fear, feared for their personal secrets, did not want their lives read like a book through the mystifying eyes of the seer. After all, Ivor did not grow old ... He did not change in any aspect, ever. And that look in his eyes ...

He was never infected.

People, as time went by, began to doubt the veracity of the seer. There could be no such knowledge, such an invasion of privacy, and Ivor was losing space — first his shop, his house, his love, until he was condemned to life on the streets. But it was still a threat, for the judgment in the Mahar's eyes was ever present, he knew each one, and each one knew that Ivor carried the secret of their lives.He must be infected. The cardboard box in which he was sheltering could not protect him from the health officers, no matter how much he screamed or how much he begged for mercy. They wanted an excuse to eliminate that aberration from their streets and to be able to comfort themselves in their lives alone.

His eyes were ripped out by the punishment of his vision of the future. For fun too, perhaps. Even with the anguish of torture, Ivor never lied: he did not admit to being infected, and lived in agony until he died of septicemia in the cold cell where his tormentor kept him.

It is not known where the eyes sutured from his skin — if they were stolen, plucked, conquered. Some say that they grew up the moment he got up from his grave. Nor does anyone dare to cut the suture thread that squeezes his eyelids.
But Ivor, between the living and the dead, again had visions of the future. And that made him oracle among the nation of zombies recovering from the awakening. Whether he likes it or not, he is a crucial part in the whole plot... Say, would you trust your hands to the blind seer?

"Let me tell you about the night,
Where angels dance and angels die
No use cryin' out,
Fear no evil that's what night's all about!"

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Adopted from Patience!
Story and art (coming soon) by me (Haiku);
Lyrics: Hand of God from The 69 Eyes.

Pet Treasure

BB Audrey Sprout

Dust Perfume

Domed Silver Serving Tray

Void Lord Canned Protein

Rot Powder

Blind Eye Jelly Shot

Dungarde Chain Faulds Armor

Mourning Sentinel

Lingering Haunt Severed Tongue


Tattered Old Book

Stinging Vial

Sougara Wasteland Cowboy Broken Comb

Shadowed Memory Fruit

Seasonal Bottle of Grave Dirt Syrup

Romero Post Mortem Muddy Boot Print

Romero Post Mortem Mesh Scrap


Zombie Chew Toy

Aviator Small Belts

Zombie Brain Puff

Poison Apothecary Bottle

Toy Chibi Graveyard Potion

Top Tier Safety Helmet

Tombstone Eraser

The Graveyard

Stone Casket

Stolen Rotten Arm

b4D MaxHIn3

Putrid Arania Bee

Preserved Skull in a Jar

Ominous Tombstone

Naughty List

Morostide Cape of Grim Tidings

Sougara Wasteland Cowboy Leather Belts

Mold Perfume

Half of a Tombstone

Fragments of the Forgotten

Eau De Rot

Decay Cologne

Chin Piercing Jewelry

Blight Perfume

Bilge Cologne

Bad Egg

Aura of Mortal Terror


A Noble Family History

Pet Friends

My love, wish you were here.

Take the needle away from me!

Your future is shattered glass.

Flattering. Thanks a lot.