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Introducing Julian Rigel Underwood

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BASICS

trans man

pansexual

he/him

19 years old

drama and theatre production major

APPEARANCE

hair: Brown and slightly wavy. Cut short but with messy bangs.

eyes: Brown

height: 5'8 // 172cm

faceclaim: Jamie Raines

PERSONALITY

mbti: INFP - t  ( the turbulent mediator )

enneagram: 9w1  ( the negotiator )

alignment: neutral good

SOME MISCELLANEOUS THINGS

He used to really like theatre, but being forced to consider it as a future career and focus all of his energy on it burned him out quick and he high key hates it now. He’d much rather be a writer, basing on the folklore and urban legends he loves so much. But he’s not one to argue with his mother. Like... ever. He just suffers in silence.

He’s fascinated with folklore and urban legends because of a bigfoot sighting in his hometown when he was younger. He didn’t see anything himself, but it got him interested in the way ideas like that spread, with just people telling each other things, leading to them being changed and exaggerated over time in years of playing telephone. And the details that stay the same are just as fascinating. He doesn’t believe in stuff like that, but he loves to learn about it, and he really wants to write about it.

Related: his own house was supposedly haunted back in New York. The kids he went to school with used to whisper about it when they thought he wasn’t listening. His (paternal) grandfather was murdered in the house and he supposedly haunted the large home. He found it interesting, and so likewise is curious about supposed hauntings and what leads people to thinking they see ghosts. Though… some sleepless nights in high school while he was trying to keep a perfect GPA in honor classes he… thought might have heard or saw something. Probably just being sleep deprived though. He doesn’t believe in ghosts.

He’s fluent in English, French, Latin, and Italian

He very occasionally wears glasses. He has a prescription, but usually wears contacts.

He has a car on campus; his mother made sure of that

He’s a library archives intern.

Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly.”

— A Self-Portrait in Letters, Anne Sexton (via vilicity)

srphne​:

for someone that spent all her life alone, it was surprising how easily it was for aimée to grow closer to people now that she was in college. she only had a couple of friends during high school and, before that, her circle of people was even more limited. however, she found herself quickly feeling comfortable and happy with julian’s presence. few conversations and they were friends, and that’s all it was needed for aimée to never let him go. 

                                      no fucking way! you lived in a actually haunted house? that’s so ….          the girl stoped herself was soon as she noticed that she was being kind of rude.                             hm, sorry about your granfather. i’m not gonna lie, it does sounds cool to live in a haunted house, in theory. but it must be annoying and scary and specially harsh if it was someone you loved…  even if you don’t believe in any of this.    she quickly added, expecting him to protest her casual acceptance of the supernatural, like many people usually did. 

she was used to people going against her beliefs in ghosts and supernatural, but she didn’t care. specially since believing in the existence of ghosts meant that she could pretend that her parents were still with her.

          ❝I didn’t know him,❞ Jules says with a laugh. ❝This was years before I was born. I didn’t even really get stories about him, since he was my father’s father, and my father died when I was so young that I don’t remember him at all. So it’s really a nothing thing, emotionally.❞ 

Her excitement is fun, and he can’t help but grin at her. It’s clear she’s a believer, and he’s certainly not going to fault her for it, even if he doesn’t. The idea is fascinating, and he certainly understands the impulse to believe.

          ❝Closest I’ve ever gotten to knowing anything about him is my mother telling me how strong and respectable he was. How he should be a role model.❞ He snorts. ❝Yeah, no, I’m not gonna try to emulate the guy who pissed off his business partner so much that he literally got murdered.❞

( Not that he could ever live up to it anyway... )

He leans toward her slightly, still beaming, and he clasps his hands together.

          ❝One of my classmates liked to say they’d see him standing in the attic window, where he died. He’d swear up and down to his friends that he saw it.❞

That insistence was always particularly funny to Julian, since there’s a solid chance that he saw Julian, since he used his grandfather’s old study up there as a quiet place to write, where it was unlikely his mother would bother him. She found the whole thing creepy, since she knew the man who died there.

He did his homework there a lot too. It was those nights where he’d aaaaaalmost convinced himself he heard something. Saw something out of the corner of his eye. But that’s normal, on less than two hours sleep that he had sometimes back then.

( And now still, honestly )

          ❝It’s an old victorian mansion, built in the mid-1800s, so I super get why people were so ready to think it was haunted. It looks like it should be a haunted house- though one in very good condition.❞

"Pleasure and thrill are conducive to sadness after the so-called peak has been reached; for the thrill has been experienced, but the vessel has not grown."

-Erich Fromm; To Have or to Be?