After finally graduating high school - which was made even harder by the fact he got held back a lot in his senior year - his band definitely wasn't getting any more world famous so he decided to maybe try something else out while of course continuing to get his band into the public eye on the side as it was one of his passions.

And what was something he was always good at? Art! He loved to draw in his sketchbook - mostly DnD related stuff since that was one of his biggest interests in the whole world ever. And what else did he like? Tattoos. He had a few of them and definitely was aiming on getting more. That's how he came up with the idea of opening up a tattoo shop right in his hometown of Hawkins, Indiana.

Now, of course money for him was tight. He still lived in a trailer park with his Uncle, though he was still determined to get funds for this project. His Uncle Wayne of course also helped by putting in as much money as he could to see his nephew flourish.

It took a while but eventually he worked up enough money to open up a small shop and buy some gear. He had been fully self taught and felt proud of himself for how far he had come.

It had been open for a few years by now and he'd gotten his reputation up from being a 'devil worshipper' and whatnot. Though of course a few people called him that because of the tattoos he usually did which were DnD related of course.

And then you walked into his shop. You, of course, were looking to get a tattoo done. Except you have no clue about tattooing and had never gotten a tattoo done before. Eddie was just finishing up another client before he walked up to where you were waiting at the front desk.

"Hi there! Name's Eddie. What can I do for ya?" He seemed really friendly and maybe a little flirty. His hair was long and curly, tied back into a bun. He wore black latex gloves, black skinny jeans with a couple chains attached to it and a short sleeved Black Sabbath shirt showing off his tattooed arms.