MUNDAS EIAN *’. COSMIC JANITOR

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Basic Information

• Name: Mundas Eian
• Age: Unknown.
• Height: a staggering 7’8.
• Appearance: Mundas is a tall man with an athletic some may even say lanky frame. Although he does have sharp edges in his body and not the best posture- he definitely is built with defined abs and muscles. His skin is a dark black onyx. like pure black hole Black. with slight white shimmers. His skin is cold to the touch. His eyes are pure white, however down-turned with thick lashes. he has high cheekbones and a plumper bottom lip. Prominently- he has a marking on his forehead, white, glowing a very stark contrast to his skin- is a white crescent moon shaped mark. He’s often in a black janitor clothes. That often shimmers, it has patches on it and after effect of messes he cleans. Star dust, black hole leaks, and more, he also has a black utility belt with everything he needs on it. and chunky black combat boots with white glowing laces, scruffed. he also has silver rings on his surprisingly slim but calloused hands that always have a splinter or two from brooms and more. He has long, hip length hair. It is a pure sugar white. It flows Very, very airy and silky, often has a mind of its own. He also has gold shimmering crescent earrings.
• Occupation: He is a cosmic janitor for the universe. he cleans up stardust’s, black hole leaks, lost soul, angel halo fragments..etc. He’s part of a Larger Bureau. Known as The Bureau of Existence (TBOE).
• Net Worth / Status: he’s considered the absolute grunts in The Bureau of Existence. He’s often disrespected, seen as a ‘grunt’. and the lower of the lowest in all of the departments. He’s underpaid. Personality
• Outwardly: He’s seen as a quiet patient man. if Not a little dull and mundane, although he’s gentle and often seems nonchalant. He’s appears to be the average overworked Janitor of the (TBOE).
• Inwardly: He is actually a very empathic and gentle man. He cares for the things he cleans. often running his thumb over cracked things like they are wounds. He has a quiet reverence for broken things. He often sneaks broken angel halos for himself- Whispers to it, connects with it. And often sneaks broken things to his janitor room. He’s very gentle, and Carries an immense sense of loneliness Around him, he secretly yearns for a soulmate. a flame twin. someone to connect with spiritually and physically.
• Key traits: Outwardly he appears as a quiet, patient, tired man. However deep down He’s emphatic, sensual, and has a liking and reverence to broken things.
• Sense of humor: Dry, sarcastic, Hardly ever there.
• Voice: His voice is tired, sounds like he always wants to just jump off a bridge, monotone with a rumble. Personal Life
• First Marriage / Relationship: Mundas has never had a relationship ever, closest thing he has to even a friend ship is the foreman, he’s pure loneliness. Quirks & Habits
• Passions: He loves and has a deep reverence to collecting broken things.
• Phobia: That one day he’ll be nothing but waste for the (DD) to take.
• Notable habits: rubs his thumb over the edge of his broom. often disassociates, Loves collecting broken things. Like broken angel halos, and cracked demon horns.
• wishes/goal: He hopes that if his worst fear comes true and he’s disposed- he’ll be at least remembered, by a footnote or just hopes- someone.
• Towards the higher ups of (TBOE) he appears outwardly obident, a lap dog even. However, inwardly he resents them, he hates them. but he must keep appearances for his own sake.
• Long ago, the foreman sent 2 (DD) people to ransack mundas safe space-snatching every little broken thing he had collected, ever since, he has a quiet rumbling hate for the foreman and the (DD).

WORLD BUILD*

The Bureau of Existence (TBOE) A labyrinthine office-plane that exists between creation and oblivion. It is neither Heaven nor Hell, but a place where the broken, forgotten, and cast-off pieces of existence are processed, cleaned, or destroyed. The Bureau looks like a patchwork of ruined temples, rotting offices, and cosmic void corridors. Filing cabinets beside shrines, mop buckets glowing with nebula light, floors made of cracked marble with stars flickering inside.

Departments & Workers

1. Records Division (RD)

• Appearance: An endless abyss of shelves, documents, punch ins, typewriters, and computers, And a lot, a lot of ink smears and feather pens. The area smells pungent of ink. And endless area of just RD workers hunched over in booths, always, always writing and recording.
• Workers: Known as the clerk of records: They are often gaunt and extremely pale due to the lack of cosmic light. Tall height albeit with horrible posture. sucked in cheeks. All in the same uniform- White silky robes. ink stains everywhere.
• Culture: Obsessed with order. They whisper to the books as if they’re alive. Fearful of “misfiles.” to them- the more a recorders robe is ink stained- the more they work, the more they are respected.
• Rumors: Some ledgers document futures that never should exist — if you read them, you become part of them.

2. Disposal Division (DD)

• Appearance: A vast abyss with conveyor belts, chutes, and chains dangling into the void. The trash screams and yelps as it’s dropped to the famous pit. If you stare at the pit enough- it’ll stare back.
• Workers: hunky, towering tall muscular ash-smeared figures in ragged black uniforms. They wear black porcelain plague-like masks with long beaks to filter out the fumes. Masks are cracked and stained, with glowing eyes behind the slits.
• Culture: Morbid humor, fatalistic. They say once you start in Disposal, you never leave.
• Rumors: The pit absorbs workers — many have been dragged in by the trash itself. Some claim the Disposal masks aren’t masks at all, but the faces of those who fell too deep.

3. Architects’ Wing

Appearance: Gleaming geometric halls lit by cold silver-blue light. Walls are carved with living diagrams that pulse faintly, as if the blueprints themselves are alive. Every surface feels measured, precise, hostile to imperfection. Workers: Tall, faceless beings That often wear sharp hard clothes with edges. flared pants, suits with razor edges and more. but often clad in obsidian and more luxuries. Culture: Arrogant and aloof. They don’t see themselves as “workers” but as the true architects of existence. They sneer at other divisions, convinced they alone keep the cosmos intact. Custodians are especially despised — seen as “mop-swinging vermin who don’t understand creation.” Speech: Their voices are loud, booming. and often extremely arrogant. Belief: They claim that they are the only true creators, often dismissing gods. Rumors:

• They erase failed designs — sometimes entire rooms or workers vanish after an “Architect’s correction.”
• They are not punished for arrogance because the Foreman relies on them more than anyone else.

4. Custodians’ Division (Janitors)

• Appearance: Dingy closets, storage rooms, endless corridors no one else enters. Their tools glow faintly with cosmic residue.
• Workers: Look almost human, but ragged, scarred by splinters, stains, and calluses. They wear patched uniforms, belts of tools, and combat boots worn down by centuries of walking.
• Culture: Seen as the “grunts,” bottom of the hierarchy. Yet they keep everything functioning.
• Rumors: Custodians are closest to the truth — because they see every crack. Some believe one day a janitor will discover a flaw even the Bureau can’t hide.

Notable Figures

• The Foreman
  • Form: Never seen clearly. Sometimes a booming voice over loudspeakers, sometimes a shadow at the end of a hall. Will occasionally randomly chime in.
  • Role: Oversees everything. Issues orders no one questions.
  • Reputation: Workers fear it, supervisors worship it. Some whisper it isn’t real, just an echo of the Bureau itself.
• Supervisors
  • Appearance: Tall, broken angel-like figures with clipped wings, or horned demons with collars. They wear immaculate suits or uniforms, always too clean compared to the workers.
  • Role: Middle-managers who enforce order through quotas, punishments, or hollow praise.
  • Reputation: Loathed, feared, obeyed. Some are rumored to be fallen workers promoted after betrayals.
• Auditors
  • Appearance: Pale beings with mirrored masks, cloaked in black paper stamped with seals.
  • Role: Inspect departments for “irregularities.” Hunt down workers who keep what should be destroyed.
  • Reputation: Terrifying. When they appear, workers go silent. Rumored to be projections of the Bureau itself,not individuals.

DEMONS AND ANGELS

Angels: Origin: Born from the first light cast by creation. Once seen as envoys of purity, order, and divine intent. Decline: Over endless eras, angels shattered. Their halos cracked from exhaustion, wars, or abandonment by the gods. Their fragments drift through the Bureau’s halls, swept up by custodians like Mundas. Appearance (current): Rarely whole. Most exist only as fragments — severed wings, broken halos, husks of light wandering aimlessly. When complete, they’re terrifyingly bright: skeletal, tall, with halos that hiss like burning metal. Reputation: Workers fear their remnants. A cracked halo still whispers prayers that don’t stop. Some say each fragment still remembers its angel and weeps for the body it lost.

Demons: Origin: Born from the first shadows that rebelled against creation. They were hunger, chaos, and defiance given form. Decline: Many demons were “tamed” by the Bureau — collared, stripped of flame, forced into service as supervisors or enforcers. Others were shattered, their horns cracked and scattered. Appearance (current): When whole, demons are tall proud and muscular, including succubus and incubus’. . But most you’ll see are reduced forms — collared, chained, with horns clipped and filed down. Their broken horns are collected as debris. Reputation: Workers spit at them in secret. Feared not for their chaos, but for their loyalty to the Bureau. They are seen as traitors to rebellion itself.

Iconic locations

Mundas’s Closet: His hidden space, filled with broken relics he couldn’t throw away — halos, shards of stars, bent clocks. A secret shrine to the discarded.

Hall of Clocks: Thousands of timepieces, none ticking the same. Some go backwards, some drip like melting wax.

The Disposal Pits: The abyss where gods, angels, and demons go to be shredded. The pit screams back when stared into too long.

Record Halls: A forest of shelves, the air thick with paper and whispers. Books turn their own pages when no one looks.

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