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Julien has a minion!
Minion the Fire Carrier
Minion the Fire Carrier
Julien
Legacy Name: Jule
The Storm Clawsion
Owner: finch
Age: 5 years, 6 months, 4 days
Born: September 24th, 2018
Adopted: 5 years, 4 months, 4 days ago
Adopted: November 25th, 2018
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Julien Laurent
Wanting higher
Wanting higher up
Wanting higher
'til morning forces us to climb back down
I'd rather stay, I'd rather let us drown.
A daydreamer at heart, Julien never looks like he's entirely on the same plane of existence as everyone else. He's a painter, and is often hired to do large-scale murals for schools and other buildings. He's not a very fast-moving young man, and never has been; as a child he was normally only the outside looking in at the rest of his peers, and though he was often a target for cruel taunting and bullying, it all rolled off of his back. His dark eyes, while captivating, often look like they're holding onto a terrible secret - and they are.
As a child, Julien's home burned down in the middle of the night. While he was able to make it out with minimal physical damage, the rest of his family was not so lucky. Alongside several burns on his body, there are plenty of mental scars he copes with daily, the most debilitating of which is the horrible feeling that he killed his family. He escapes with his art, and the worlds and stories he's created in his mind.
On a whole, however, he is a functioning adult, with his own home and two dogs to share it with. He's soft spoken, but blunt, which has been known to get him into trouble. A true introvert, he mostly keeps to himself; though he's fully capable of communicating with others, many of them find him a bit too strange or unsettling to get close to.
As several people have told him, he has a way of attracting disaster. This earned him the nick-name 'grim reaper' in school, and though the bullying was easy enough to get used to, the death... the death wasn't quite so easy.
(inspired by American McGee's Alice (and also my own coping mechanisms with PTSD and mental illness))
credits:
Pet Treasure
Flaming Calculus Book
Thick White Cable Knit Sweater
Fire Bubbles
Blackberry Teacandle
Mulled Wine Chunky Knit Sweater
Winter Night Chunky Knit Sweater
Tooth Decay Pellets
Singed Gray Carpet Scrap
Green and Blue Streaked Paintbrush
Warlock Candle and Ash Circle
Smoldering Scrap
Thick Red Cable Knit Sweater
Pink and Purple Streaked Paintbrush
Black Artist Acrylic Paint
Faded and Burnt Photo
Bark Chunky Knit Sweater
Bleak Winter Chunky Knit Sweater
Thick Black Cable Knit Sweater
Laskie Puppy
Patchy Puppy Plushie
Loyal Dog Action Figure
MechaDog
Burnt Sooty Ash Pile
Burnt Photograph
Ancient Rubble
Acetaminophen Travel Pack
Ibuprofen Travel Pack
Pink Bismuth Travel Pack
Regular Strength Pain Pills
Firelighter
Polished Smoky Quartz Stone
Smoldering Ashes
Black Smoke Wisp
Gray Smoke Wisp
Wildman Photo Album
Silver Traditional Candle
Coal Mist
Coal Candy
Broken Charcoal Sticks
Wicked Candle
Daily Pills
Ziaran Pill Box
Pastel Oil Crayons
Pile of Ashes
Bottled Fire
Fireside Orange Chaser Firework
Red Rreign Matchbox
Flaming Coal
Fireside Flame
Plain Matchbook
Wooden Art Kit
Autumn Night Candles
Burnt Flesh
Extra Strength Pain Pills
Red Paint Can
Thick Brown Cable Knit Sweater