Post by Julien Giroux on Aug 23, 2014 15:26:46 GMT -6
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FULL NAME:: Julien Alexendre Giroux
NICKNAMES:: M. Homme du Café, Alex, Jules
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 23
APPARENT AGE:: 23
SPECIES/RACE:: Unicorn
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He/Him/His
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Demiromantic pansexual
FACECLAIM:: Willy Cartier
NATIONALITY:: Vietnamese, Senegalese, French
HEIGHT:: 6'0
HAIR:: Dark brown
EYES:: Dark brown
SKIN:: Warm
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: It's normally not visible to the naked eye, but under ultra-violet light there's a circular birthmark in the center of his forehead. There's numerous small scars over his hands and fingers from years in the orphanage and working in a coffeeshop. His face, shoulders, and arms are covered in freckles.
APPEARANCE:: Julien's got very thick eyebrows. When he was younger he disliked them and how they could easily make him look displeased, but he's grown fond of them for that very reason. Everything about him tends to be dark - his hair, his eyes, his resting face. He's learned how to put that to use when people get too chummy at work. Despite that, he appreciates the soft, shiny waves his long hair falls in. When he works it gets pulled back into a messy bun or braid, but otherwise he likes to leave it down long.
His wardrobe is eclectic. There's a variety of button-up shirts, blazers, and ties, mixed up with plaid and leather. In general, Julien doesn't do simple outfits - he piles on accessories: bracelets, rings, necklaces, headbands, scarves, hats, and belts. When he has to he'll strip off most of his accessories and go simple, but he'll put them all back on as soon as he can.
When he drops his glamour, Julien resembles a horse with gleaming, almost glowing white hair. His hooves are wide and dark under the thick fur, resembling those of a draft horse. There's no excess fat on him, he's strong and muscular. Where as a human his eyes are dark, almost black, in his natural form his eyes are a bright, clear blue. What separates him from horses is the long horn extending between his eyes; a opaque spiral of creamy white. It's very sharp and good for stabbing.
PERSONALITY:: Julien likes to think that he's a pretty mellow guy. And on the whole, he is. It takes a lot for him to get really worked up or upset, and not a lot of people know how to push his buttons and make him angry. He prefers to relax and be chill, laughing at jokes and enjoying the company of others. Despite enjoying a wide circle of acquaintances, he's not really close to anyone. It's for a couple reasons, not least of which being the side of him with a big stabby horn and hooves, but also because he never really learned how to be close to people growing up. As a result, he's a private person, almost skittish, and has trouble really relating to people. He'll put on a persona of a cheery, relaxed person but he doesn't feel like he relates well.
Once he actually gets close to someone, he can be very clingy and cuddly. He likes affection and casual touches, he just doesn't know how to a.) get to that point in a platonic relationship or b.) ask for it. Sometimes if he feels really comfortable Julien will rest his head on a person's shoulder and he can be bad at invading personal space. He's awful at expressing how he feels because he worries that it'll upset whomever he's talking to and he doesn't want them to be hurt. It's hard for him to get to that point, though, and generally holds people at far enough of a distance to let them believe he's just a grinning, relaxed guy.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: He wishes he knew who his birth parents were so that he could know more about his heritage and abilities, but doesn't hold out much hope.
He also enjoys the myth that only virgins can tame a unicorn, because whenever someone manages to track him down it's always for something nefarious, so they can't do squat. He enjoys divesting them of their false purity, it's a hobby.
RANK:: N/A
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: Paris, France
PROFESSION:: Barista
PARENTS:: Unknown
SIBLINGS:: Unknown
CHILDREN:: None
EXTENDED FAMILY:: None
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Though Julien has never known his parents, he knew plenty about the circumstances regarding his arrival at the orphanage where he grew up.
It was April, and though the day had started off misty if cool, it quickly became a horrible storm in the afternoon. By night, it was miserable, and Mme. Gallais pitied anyone caught outside. Which is why the knock on the door surprised her. When she peered outside, there'd been a tiny baby curled up in a blanket on the step. With no note or indication of the child's parents, Mme. Gallais took him in and gave him a name. And like that, Julien became a ward of the state.
For the first few years, he lived in the institution under Mme. Gallais. As a toddler he was usually found clinging to her leg or snoozing in her lap, and while he never seemed to dislike some of the caregivers, she was by far his favourite. At five they tried to shift him into foster care, but he was so unhappy with his foster parents that it was generally decided that if he wanted to stay in the institution, he would stay in the institution a while longer. Sometimes people wanted to adopt him, but Julien would refuse and hide under his bed or in a closet until they left.
When he was ten he finally found out why he had so much trouble with most people. Just past midnight on his birthday (which he considered to be the day he was found on the doorstep), he woke in his bed to find himself distinctly different from when he'd gone to bed. Instead of hands he had hooves, soft white hair over his body, and a horn in his forehead. It raised more questions than it answered, but at ten he was more concerned with what am I what happened then he was with the more philosophical questions.
In private (hard to find in the institute, but he managed) he learned how to control not just his human glamour, but his powers, as well. Julien doesn't know much about the full extent of his abilities, but there's things he knows he can do instinctively, even if he hasn't done it, like healing. It explained his devotion to Mme Gallais, as well - he looked at her once, in the middle of the night, while learning to walk with hooves and she seemed to glow a brilliant white.
Eventually, he had to leave the institution he called home. Julien found a small flat with large windows, and a job in a coffee shop. He loved the little shop, with gleaming equipments and little round tables by the windows, and the scent of fresh coffee and warm cinnamon permeating the air. It's cozy, and feels like home, and it's honestly his favourite place in the world.
The owner, an old man named Georges, saw Julien's delight in working there and the way customers seemed to enjoy not only his coffee but his joy, and promoted him. Nowadays he helps run the shop as assistant manager, and with Georges ready to retire in the next few years, he's started hinting that the shop will be Julien's. He's happy with his life, content with the comfort of his home and his job. On days off he volunteers at the institution where he grew up, working side by side with Mme. Gallais.
OOC NAME:: Alana
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: idk like 900 years of time and space
ANY NOTES:: rhinos
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: [cackles into the distance]
{ Julien Alexendre Giroux }
FULL NAME:: Julien Alexendre Giroux
NICKNAMES:: M. Homme du Café, Alex, Jules
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 23
APPARENT AGE:: 23
SPECIES/RACE:: Unicorn
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He/Him/His
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Demiromantic pansexual
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Willy Cartier
NATIONALITY:: Vietnamese, Senegalese, French
HEIGHT:: 6'0
HAIR:: Dark brown
EYES:: Dark brown
SKIN:: Warm
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: It's normally not visible to the naked eye, but under ultra-violet light there's a circular birthmark in the center of his forehead. There's numerous small scars over his hands and fingers from years in the orphanage and working in a coffeeshop. His face, shoulders, and arms are covered in freckles.
APPEARANCE:: Julien's got very thick eyebrows. When he was younger he disliked them and how they could easily make him look displeased, but he's grown fond of them for that very reason. Everything about him tends to be dark - his hair, his eyes, his resting face. He's learned how to put that to use when people get too chummy at work. Despite that, he appreciates the soft, shiny waves his long hair falls in. When he works it gets pulled back into a messy bun or braid, but otherwise he likes to leave it down long.
His wardrobe is eclectic. There's a variety of button-up shirts, blazers, and ties, mixed up with plaid and leather. In general, Julien doesn't do simple outfits - he piles on accessories: bracelets, rings, necklaces, headbands, scarves, hats, and belts. When he has to he'll strip off most of his accessories and go simple, but he'll put them all back on as soon as he can.
When he drops his glamour, Julien resembles a horse with gleaming, almost glowing white hair. His hooves are wide and dark under the thick fur, resembling those of a draft horse. There's no excess fat on him, he's strong and muscular. Where as a human his eyes are dark, almost black, in his natural form his eyes are a bright, clear blue. What separates him from horses is the long horn extending between his eyes; a opaque spiral of creamy white. It's very sharp and good for stabbing.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY:: Julien likes to think that he's a pretty mellow guy. And on the whole, he is. It takes a lot for him to get really worked up or upset, and not a lot of people know how to push his buttons and make him angry. He prefers to relax and be chill, laughing at jokes and enjoying the company of others. Despite enjoying a wide circle of acquaintances, he's not really close to anyone. It's for a couple reasons, not least of which being the side of him with a big stabby horn and hooves, but also because he never really learned how to be close to people growing up. As a result, he's a private person, almost skittish, and has trouble really relating to people. He'll put on a persona of a cheery, relaxed person but he doesn't feel like he relates well.
Once he actually gets close to someone, he can be very clingy and cuddly. He likes affection and casual touches, he just doesn't know how to a.) get to that point in a platonic relationship or b.) ask for it. Sometimes if he feels really comfortable Julien will rest his head on a person's shoulder and he can be bad at invading personal space. He's awful at expressing how he feels because he worries that it'll upset whomever he's talking to and he doesn't want them to be hurt. It's hard for him to get to that point, though, and generally holds people at far enough of a distance to let them believe he's just a grinning, relaxed guy.
LIKES::
- Well made coffee
- Music
- Fashion
- Art
- Having his hair played with
- Cuddles
- Food
- Solitude
- Wide, open, airy spaces
- Light
- Nature
- Warmth
DISLIKES::
- Bad coffee
- Crowds
- People who feel 'bad'
- Suffering
- Small spaces
- People who mock others (You may not like something, but why spoil it for everyone else?)
- Being cold
- Dark
STRENGTHS::
- He can make you the best goddamn cup of coffee ever
- Empathy up the wazoo
- Multilingual (French, English, German)
- Works well under pressure
- Knife throwing (He likes stabby things, and it seemed like a neat thing to learn)
- Creative
WEAKNESSES::
- Has trouble relating
- Strongly affected by emotions of others
- Insulted by bad coffee
- Once angry whoo boy better run
- Vain
SECRETS:: He wishes he knew who his birth parents were so that he could know more about his heritage and abilities, but doesn't hold out much hope.
He also enjoys the myth that only virgins can tame a unicorn, because whenever someone manages to track him down it's always for something nefarious, so they can't do squat. He enjoys divesting them of their false purity, it's a hobby.
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: N/A
POWERS::
- Healing - unicorns are natural healers. If Julien touches his horn to someone he can heal them, though the dust (read: tiny shavings) of his horn applied to a wound or injury can also heal.
- Empathy - he can detect another person's emotions and can influence them. If someone is upset, Julien can help them to cheer up.
- Purity sensing - Julien can tell the quality of a person just by looking at them. Pure souls make him mellow and cuddly, extremely corrupted souls make him nauseous and panicky. Without a glamour he can see souls - pure ones are a shining, bright white, horribly corrupt a vile, slimy black.
WEAKNESSES::
- Silver - it doesn't burn him or hurt him, but it binds his magic. If he's enclosed in a circle of silver he's stuck.
- Pure souls - put his head in the lap of someone with a pure soul and he's out like a light, solidly asleep.
- Corrupted souls - Julien is so strongly repulsed by corrupted, negative souls that he gets violently ill. He tends to avoid them where he can but he's utterly miserable when he can't.
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: Paris, France
PROFESSION:: Barista
PARENTS:: Unknown
SIBLINGS:: Unknown
CHILDREN:: None
EXTENDED FAMILY:: None
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Though Julien has never known his parents, he knew plenty about the circumstances regarding his arrival at the orphanage where he grew up.
It was April, and though the day had started off misty if cool, it quickly became a horrible storm in the afternoon. By night, it was miserable, and Mme. Gallais pitied anyone caught outside. Which is why the knock on the door surprised her. When she peered outside, there'd been a tiny baby curled up in a blanket on the step. With no note or indication of the child's parents, Mme. Gallais took him in and gave him a name. And like that, Julien became a ward of the state.
For the first few years, he lived in the institution under Mme. Gallais. As a toddler he was usually found clinging to her leg or snoozing in her lap, and while he never seemed to dislike some of the caregivers, she was by far his favourite. At five they tried to shift him into foster care, but he was so unhappy with his foster parents that it was generally decided that if he wanted to stay in the institution, he would stay in the institution a while longer. Sometimes people wanted to adopt him, but Julien would refuse and hide under his bed or in a closet until they left.
When he was ten he finally found out why he had so much trouble with most people. Just past midnight on his birthday (which he considered to be the day he was found on the doorstep), he woke in his bed to find himself distinctly different from when he'd gone to bed. Instead of hands he had hooves, soft white hair over his body, and a horn in his forehead. It raised more questions than it answered, but at ten he was more concerned with what am I what happened then he was with the more philosophical questions.
In private (hard to find in the institute, but he managed) he learned how to control not just his human glamour, but his powers, as well. Julien doesn't know much about the full extent of his abilities, but there's things he knows he can do instinctively, even if he hasn't done it, like healing. It explained his devotion to Mme Gallais, as well - he looked at her once, in the middle of the night, while learning to walk with hooves and she seemed to glow a brilliant white.
Eventually, he had to leave the institution he called home. Julien found a small flat with large windows, and a job in a coffee shop. He loved the little shop, with gleaming equipments and little round tables by the windows, and the scent of fresh coffee and warm cinnamon permeating the air. It's cozy, and feels like home, and it's honestly his favourite place in the world.
The owner, an old man named Georges, saw Julien's delight in working there and the way customers seemed to enjoy not only his coffee but his joy, and promoted him. Nowadays he helps run the shop as assistant manager, and with Georges ready to retire in the next few years, he's started hinting that the shop will be Julien's. He's happy with his life, content with the comfort of his home and his job. On days off he volunteers at the institution where he grew up, working side by side with Mme. Gallais.
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: Alana
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: idk like 900 years of time and space
ANY NOTES:: rhinos
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: [cackles into the distance]
