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"𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗. 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙."

(aesthetic by yours truly, images from pinterest)

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TW - SA, genocide, gore, mutilation, torture, dehumanization, a toxic relationship, su!cide, self harm among others

if you find any of these upsetting or triggering, please skip

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ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ

╰┈➤ ❝ basic details

╰┈➤ ❝ personality and background

╰┈➤ ❝ appearance

╰┈➤ ❝ the little things

╰┈➤ ❝ form and scenarios

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【ｂａｓｉｃ　ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ】

╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗

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Name

Julian Aendrielle Aimoore

[ joo-lee-yun  en-dree-elle  ai - moore ]

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Nicknames/Titles

Ju || Jules

The Ruler of Ruin / The Broken Wraith.

She called him Moonie. The nickname haunts him to this day.

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Preferred Name

Julian

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Gender/Pronouns

Male (cis)

He || Him

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Age

24 - 32

(exact age depends on roleplay)

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Species

Necromancer

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Orientation

Bisexual [ with male preference ]

closeted?

No

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Class

Middle

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Occupation

He runs a small apothecary for exiled and disgraced magic folk living among humans for cover.

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【ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ　ａｎｄ　ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ】

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MBTI

INFJ

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Temperament

Melancholy choleric

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Version

Introvert

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Personality

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳  Julian is a paradox. One second he's cold and calculating and cunning, extremely cynical and world-weary, forever keeping to himself and letting his ill reputation do the job of keeping nosy people away for him. He lives alone in a human town, keeping away from other magical races, and is almost incessantly introverted, avoiding social contact however possible. Initially, he usually comes off as standoffish and withdrawn, dismissing any attempts at establishing a conversation with curt remarks and not so veiled sarcasm. He's extremely mistrustful and cynical, sometimes even unpredictable. 

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Ruled mainly by bitterness and vengeance, Julian lives a miserable existence, lonely and rancorous and still reeling from loss suffered years ago. He's severely depressed and suffers from a lot of trauma, plagued by nightmares and phobias and general mental and emotional instability. 

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳  While Julian is not easily angered, when he is agitated, the cracks in his sanity begin to show - he becomes aloof and almost psychotic, smiling eerily and talking in an almost childlike ramble. When provoked enough, he can become violent and unpredictable, lashing out with his powers at his attackers, and then setting the army of lost souls under his control on their spirits to destroy them, so they can never be reborn again. While he seems remorseless and almost leisurely on the outside, every drop of blood shed by him haunts him relentlessly, almost to the point of driving him mad. He has many enemies, and feuds with many more, but the individual he loathes the most is himself.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳  As one gets into his good graces, however, Julian becomes a little more amiable, showing care and concern through taunting comments and his usual sardonic humor. He can even be astonishingly good-natured and sympathetic when he feels comfortable, before unexpectedly reverting to his usual moody, soft-spoken nature. With loved ones, he's still quite distant, but often pulls back the curtain of steel and reveals his hidden tenderness and warmth, treating them with the little softness and warmth still left at the very depths of his blackened soul. He's fiercely protective of those he cares about, owing to his obsessive fear of them dying. He tries to avoid getting attached as much as possible, for fear of affecting his loved ones with his own demons, staying distant and aloof and withering away on the inside because of the barriers he constantly places between himself and those he longs for. He's known for his mysterious charisma and wit among friends and allies.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳  While mostly cold and reserved, Julian has his moments of vulnerability too. To most, so used to his callousness, when his true fragility is exposed it can be jarring. Julian can be strangely delicate at moments, often breaking down and silently sliding downward into a full on meltdown. Sometimes he simply languishes for human contact, contrary to his usual cynicism, yet, terrified of vulnerability, he draws into himself.

TLDR: Cold and callous and reserved, bitter and sardonic. Severely depressed and avoids social contact. Can be violent and unpredictable, swinging unexpectedly from one extreme of completely insane to the other of total indifference. Distant yet caring for loved ones, terrified to show vulnerability and desperately lonely.

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Background

(...to be revealed in roleplay...)

(READ TRIGGERS)

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What others think of him

"THAT FILTHY, INHUMANE, UNEARTHLY ANIMAL. TWELVE PEOPLE, TWELVE GOOD, INNOCENT GOD FEARING MEN. TWELVE PEOPLE PERISHED BECAUSE OF THAT FILTH. I SWEAR TO LIGHT, IF I EVER LAY EYES ON THAT DIRTY LITTLE DEMON - he's dead now, isn't he? He's dead. He has to be."

"Julian Aimoore? The tall guy? He's...scary. I wouldn't try talking to him if I were you. He has the eyes of a man who's hands have tasted blood of another."

"His skin is so cold...it's like he's dead already, just...reanimated."

"Doesn't talk much, doesn't smile. Just sits there and mixes up medicine - I wonder what's going on in his head."

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Likes

- literature

- theatre

- rain

- coffee

- silence

- moon watching

- classical music

- moths

- cooking for his loved ones

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Dislikes

- physical contact with anyone he doesn't know well or trust

- invasiveness

- children's toys in general, but show him a stuffed animal and he'll lose his mind

- doors

- sleeping (he nightmares a lot)

- showing weakness and vulnerability in front of others

- sunny weather

- being pitied

- his scars being touched

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Fears

- entamaphobia (fear of opening doors)

- eisoptrophobia (fear of mirrors)

- of being vulnerable

- somniphobia (fear of sleeping)

- pediophobia (fear of dolls, stuffed animals)

- thanatophobia (fear of his loved ones dying)

-  of being choked/suffocated

- of being crushed

- any kind of big house; mansions, etc. it's mostly the hallways that really get to him.

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Illnesses/Disorders

- severe depression

- anxiety

- ptsd

- insomnia

- general fatigue and chronic tiredness

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Triggers

- any sudden or startling physical contact. with strangers, any physical contact at all

- arms or fingers being wrapped around his neck. it frightens and startles him to such an extent that he cannot breathe.

- stuffed animals. he loathes them. all he can see when he looks at them is his sister's corpse and a shattered memory of her making him promise to return soon.

- the sound of snapping/clapping, the buzz of a crowd. any loud noises in general tend to startle him

- being called heartless, especially so by a loved one. it completely breaks him and leaves him disoriented and heartbroken, and he withdraws into an almost catatonic state, completely unresponsive and silent and miserable.

- being alone in very long, dimly lit hallways for too long.

- he gets uneasy whenever his scars are touched or poked, however, if the cross-shaped scar over his heart is touched, he goes berserk

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【ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ】

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Height/Weight

6'6 || 201 cm

132lbs || 60kg

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Eyes

Scarlet. Glimmering rubies in the dark, they seem to burn redder whenever he experiences strong emotion, glowing like angry embers. When calm, the furious hue drains, and they turn a light, pinkish crimson.

He usually darkens them with kohl.

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Hair

Raven black, silky and arranged in loose, thick curls. They settle and cascade messily over his narrow shoulders, stopping abruptly, as if cut by a mere afterthought.

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Skin

Pale and smooth, almost corpse-like. Riddled with scars and old wound marks.

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Body

Ectomorph

Julian is tall and thin, almost skeletal, hanging onto slender by a bare inch. He's underweight and generally tends to avoid eating, partly from habit, partly from the fact that he can't stomach too much food. His body is used to the starvation, and he doesn't need much nourishment anyway. He's more dead than alive.

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Style

Stylish yet formal. Julian prefers a courtly yet attractive kind of look, favoring vests and dress shirts over more casual outfits. Owing to the fact that he gets cold really easily, he prefers long sleeves and sweaters, on occasion. He prefers a monochrome palette, incorporating black into his looks to complement his dark hair and kohl-lined eyes.

(all images are from pinterest. credits go to the original owners <33)

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Birthmarks/Tattoos

He has a vague, crescent-shaped birthmark on the left side of his jaw.

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Piercings

Multiple piercings on his left ear and one lip piercing

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Scars

Multiple whip scars criss cross his back, mementos of a past public punishment.

Violent human teethmarks cover his body, just a few among so many pinkish red blemishes on otherwise white marble skin.

Small, scattered bruises and lacerations

An X mark is etched deep into his skin just above his heart.

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Family

- Justin Aimoore (father)(deceased)

- Kim Aimoore (mother)(deceased)

- Libeya Aimoore (sister)(deceased)

- Nathan Aimoore (son)

A quiet, snarky young boy with more sense than it seems on the surface. Little Nathan knows only too well that he was born out of a mistake, and grew up in a house of gloomy misery. He misses his mother, and to put it simply, loathes his father. Whether because of how intimidating and reserved he finds Julian or how miserable his mother was, Nathan detests him and the very thought of him. He's usually a moody, angry kid that hangs around shadowy corners, spying on his father's every move or sits alone and sour-faced and alone in his room, slamming doors and throwing all sorts of tantrums to register his protest and dislike. He's really just scared and lonely, missing his mother's comforting presence and convinced that Julian did away with her. His chronic terror and depression manifest as night terrors and what seem to be psychotic episodes, pockets of lost reality where he seems to lose control of all emotion and rationality, screaming in terror one second, laughing hysterically the next, then weeping uncontrollably. He locks himself away from his father out of pure distrust and dislike and fear, suffering anew because of the loneliness and isolation. 

Nathan is miserable. He longs for his mother, or rather, her open arms and gentle eyes and soft smiles - none of which he can find with his father. He needs a more emotionally open parent figure; to depend on and lean on. As hostile as he is to any new lover that Julian tries to court, some kindness and understanding is all it takes to soften the little Aimoore and get him super attached.

Julian's relationship with his young son is...strained, at best. The pair don't trust each other and the guilt on Julian's part and the distrust on Nathan's doesn't help too much. Julian struggles to show affection and trust and stand as an approachable, gentle parent figure, and Nathan stubbornly blames his father for all his pain and his mother's disappearance from their lives. They live under the same roof, but in different worlds.

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Social life

Pretty much none. Being as cynical and bitter as he is, Julian rarely interacts with anybody, though when intoxicated or very sleep deprived or just plain maddened by the isolation, he waits till Nathan falls asleep and wanders his way into a nearby bar or pub, seduces someone or the other, spends the night with them and then disappears back to his murky life in the morning. He rarely has more than one night unions, owing to the fact that he can never really form a connection with them, and that Nathan is an absolute nightmare to any new lovers his father may bring home.

 Other than his rare midnight escapades, Julian talks to customers at his apothecary and magical herb and cure suppliers. He does have the odd ally here and there

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Past romantic relationships

Just one.

Her name is bitter and unfamiliar on his lips; and he prefers not to speak it. The very thought of her makes him ill; in a sickly sweet way. She broke his heart, shattered his life, and yet, she spared him pain when the time was right and saved his cursed life. He hated her yet he loved her, and though she is long gone, he thinks about her sometimes, in his most sleepless, most disturbed nights.

She is yet another ghost, haunting him for eternity.

It doesn't help that Nathan looks just like her, either.

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Ideal partner

To be honest, Julian needs someone quiet. Someone who knows to leave him alone when he seeks the comforting solitude that has become home to him over the years; yet patient and understanding enough to realize that his constant changes of mood and withdrawn, held-back, strained shows of tenderness mean something, mean that he cares for them deeply, despite how much he struggles to show it. He needs someone who can understand and forgive him for every blemish and imperfection, embrace his hesitations and fears and give him the space he inevitably requires.

Julian wants someone who can fill the hole in his heart that his first lover - Nathan's mother - left behind. He wants someone who can bridge the gap that has formed between him and his son, and help fix his terrible parenting. Someone Nathan can trust, if not him.

He needs someone who's been through pain and misery themselves and knows how horrible it gets. Someone who can comfort him through his worst days and see him through his worst nights.

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Love language

- soft, light touches

- longing glances from across the room

- talking in a soft murmur

- forehead kisses

- leaving random gifts and notes around for his loved one to find

- checking in on his loved one multiple times during the night

- showing his weaknesses and openly talking about them

- fully attentive and maintaining eye-contact

- sweet nothings

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Birthday/Zodiac

11/16 (November 16) Scorpio

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Languages

English, and a strange tongue taught to him by his father when he was young.

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Accent

Julian's accent is...odd. Unplacable. Heavily influenced by the first language he ever learned, the seemingly nonexistent language he communicated in with his father, his speech has an odd, unearthly, mystical quality to it, almost song-like and melodious. Over the years though, he's acquired more of a conventional accent, namely British.

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Voice Claim

https://youtu.be/ZsfRuhVA8QU

Julian is soft-spoken and rarely raises his voice. He usually speaks and answers monosyllabically, though when prompted, his extravagant, almost poetic way of speech shows itself. He enjoys talking in metaphors and analogies, spinning dark, mesmerizing webs of words for anyone to fall into. It's a habit that can get annoying occasionally, because he often uses it to his advantage to brush off anyone being intrusive, filling their head with cryptic, beautifully worded nonsense to shoo them away from poking their noses into his life.

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Scent

Coffee

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Addictions

Caffeine. He's practically run his sleep cycle through with a bayonet a hundred times at this point.

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Pets

None

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Era

Modern-day

(can do others if given context)

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Strengths

- charisma

- acting

- logical abilities

- being calm in stressful situations

- bookish knowledge

- keeping secrets

- loyalty

- determination

- adaptability

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Weaknesses

- instability

- trust issues

- abandonment issues

- lack of physical strength

- constant fatigue

- awful sleep schedule

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Hobbies

- going on midnight walks

- late night reading

- brewing coffee

- collecting moths

- cooking

- cleaning

- playing the violin

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Habits

- running his fingers through his hair. it soothes him and generally calms him in stressful situations

- he tends to talk in poetic speak sometimes -

- he sometimes zones out, lost in thought and stares intently at the object of his interests/any person he cares about while thinking

- clenching his fists. he does this when he's especially stressed or agitated, his nails often digging so hard into his palms that they bleed

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Powers/Abilities

TBA

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