Eliza Graves

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  • Name: Eliza Graves
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Foedus
  • Nicknames: Dollface, Zombie (Hates it), Doll, Liz
  • Race: Ghoul
  • Class: Slave
  • Alignment: Good/Neutral
  • Deity: None
  • Age: 298
  • Size: Average
  • Body Type: Thin
  • Height: 5'6"
  • Weight: 109 lbs
  • Complexion: Ghoulified (Fallout)
  • Hair: Blonde (Where it remains)
  • Eyes: Cataract White
  • Handedness: Left
  • Scars: Unrecognized
  • Relationship Status: Married (Separated from her husband)
  • Personality: She's sweet hearted, no doubt about that, but she has a bit of a sting to her. She is a slave however, and will recognize her position.
  • Mannerisms: Very Marilyn Monroe-esque
  • Likes: Wine, Oldies Music, singing, Playing the Piano
  • Dislikes: Sleazes, Men (They scare her), being out in public for too long, though it's slowly being remedied.

• Description

  The facial features that hadn't decayed away indicated that the ghoul had once been a wonderful beauty. Curvy hips swayed as she walked, the ruined seafoam dress still hugging her hips. Strands of hair stuck in clumps, decaying skin giving the once desirable woman a blatant look of an undead. The nuclear firestorms and the years that she was alive had their toll, the once air-headed immature blonde developing into the old soul that stood behind that industrial bar counter.
  
  A slave collar was wrapped around her neck, but she didn't seem to be remotely perturbed at that, she even seemed to be pleased with her life. Who wouldn't be?

• Biography

  Eliza Graves, during the Pre-War times of the Fallout continuity, was once a pin-up model, and a relatively well known one. Found in many magazines and spreads, she was also rumored to be the model for the Rita’s Cafe advertisement in the Mojave. During the war, she was very outspoken about her views of the conflict, constantly explaining that she doubted either country would go to such an extreme as Nuclear weaponry. She was offered countless times fashionista rooms in vaults, for hopes that Vault-Tec would at least be able to have a few ‘well-known’ names in their catacombs. However, she openly refused each one.
  
  When the war finally came to that final event, she and her only daughter (rumored to have been fathered by Mr. House, but they were neither confirmed or denied), tried their best to shield themselves from the blasts, though she was turned horrifically into a ghoul, and watched her beloved Ana melt away into the walls, leaving only a silhouette of ash in her wake.
  
  She constantly is rideculed and laughed at, thought to be lying about what she used to be, though she caught the eye of Chiano Omerta. Surprised by his advances, she at first refused him, fearful that it was going to turn out to be another sick trick. It was only when he continued his advances that she decided to allow him closer to her. She had fallen in love with him, though the status of his family, and their otherwise strict and disturbing views on family lineage did not allow them to openly pursue their relationship. They had gotten married in secret, though they were found out when a few jealous women came across Chiano’s best man’s journal, which detailed the wedding. They reported it to his father, and she was slaughtered in front of the man, and his face was mutilated.
  
  However, after the brutality, and when she was slowly waking up, she found herself in a sterilized room with two other people. The person who was with her, that wasn't babbling in terror, explained that they had been taken by Aliens. Quickly dismissing this as a preposterous hoax, she had begun to try and plan an escape. However, when the ship had broken apart, and the Lone Wanderer had taken down the aliens, they were boarded by a crew who had heard the distress signal, and was found by Holsecc. She was enslaved, but found her new environment to be completely different than the slavery she had experienced at the hands of the Omertas. While she is able to visit earth once every two years, she's too afraid to approach her husband, and usually just watches him idly as a passerby.