Post by Angelique Morel on Jul 19, 2011 8:20:42 GMT -5
Official Name: Julien Morel
Nicknames: July, Ju-Ju
Age: One
Gender: Boy
Race: Part Ishvalan, Part Amestrian
Working Status: N/A
Alignment: N/A
Appearance: Julien looks, body wise, like a typical little boy: Chubby legs and arms, just barely toddling around, and barely any tufts of hair. However, the fact that he is Ishvalan changes everything. He has dark skin, though not as dark as his mother’s, along with her dark hair. However, his eyes are red, a gene passed down from Angelique, as she doesn’t have it and merely passed it with her. They’re kind of unnerving to see in a baby, to say the least.
He tends to wear overly-long shirts, which Angelique used to have or filched, using them as nightgown-type clothing, even in the day. His shoes are pretty much nothing more than leather strapped to his feet, but seeing as he is most often carried by his mother, it really doesn’t matter.
Defining Features/ Disabilities: N/A
Goals/Ambitions: N/A
History: Julien was born to his mother in 1912, the bright light in her life. She has taken very good care of him, as much as she could, and he, in turn, has learned to be quiet when his mother hushes him, and how to look adorable, to aid his mother. Honestly, he is more intelligent and street smart than the average baby, but considering that he has spent the only year of his life growing up there with his mother… It’s reasonable.
Personality: Julien is a quiet baby, something that surprises most people. Content to be held by his mother, sitting there sucking on the corner of his shirt, or his thumb, the only time he wails is when someone tries to take him. When he does speak, too, he is usually trying to tell his mother something, having refined his words to his utmost so that he can tell her something without being reduced to crying, especially when they are trying to hide.
All in all, he’s a very obedient child, as well, and highly intelligent, at least to reading people’s moods. Angelique believes she couldn’t be blessed with a better son.
Weapons and Tools: N/A
Friends/Family: An Unknown father, Amestrian. Mother, Angelique Morel.
RP Sample: Angelique raised one eyebrow at Taron's admittion. "You sure? I mean, I was doing my best to hold back my anger, but..." At least he hadn't seen her at her worst yet. If that was directed at him, he probably would've died. Thank goodness she hadn't taken the blow to her pride TOO seriously. Accepting the bandages from an impatient Julien, she began to wind them around her knuckles, having trouble, as she was being first to work with her left hand. Julien wouldn't be much help, either.
Giving up on bandaging her hand, as she was struggling too much, Angelique mulled over Taron's second sentence. She really really didn't want to leave him behind, not at all, but... She sighed irritably, knowing she would regret this. "In the very rare, off-chance, once in a blue moon thing happens where I can't protect both you and Julien, I'll try to do what you want." She really didn't just want to say to him that she'd leave him to die, cause she didn't want that, not at all. "However, it is instinct for me to not leave anyone behind, so in the rush of the moment, I may not." Angelique looked up, meeting his eyes squarely. "Best compromise or agreement you're gonna get. Take it or leave it." God, she wanted to get out of this whole 'mushy-moment-agreement' stuff so she can just insult him already and have the day be better.
Julien was staying out of the way. This was between Angelique and Rok, and he didn't want to interfere. It looked like Angelique was being nice to Rok... or was she? He still didn't understand what exactly they were talking about, but it didn't matter. Much.
(That’s from an older site, where Angelique and Julien were siblings, instead of parent and child. Julien was also aged to like, ten, but he had a mental disorder…)
Additional Information: N/A
Nicknames: July, Ju-Ju
Age: One
Gender: Boy
Race: Part Ishvalan, Part Amestrian
Working Status: N/A
Alignment: N/A
Appearance: Julien looks, body wise, like a typical little boy: Chubby legs and arms, just barely toddling around, and barely any tufts of hair. However, the fact that he is Ishvalan changes everything. He has dark skin, though not as dark as his mother’s, along with her dark hair. However, his eyes are red, a gene passed down from Angelique, as she doesn’t have it and merely passed it with her. They’re kind of unnerving to see in a baby, to say the least.
He tends to wear overly-long shirts, which Angelique used to have or filched, using them as nightgown-type clothing, even in the day. His shoes are pretty much nothing more than leather strapped to his feet, but seeing as he is most often carried by his mother, it really doesn’t matter.
Defining Features/ Disabilities: N/A
Goals/Ambitions: N/A
History: Julien was born to his mother in 1912, the bright light in her life. She has taken very good care of him, as much as she could, and he, in turn, has learned to be quiet when his mother hushes him, and how to look adorable, to aid his mother. Honestly, he is more intelligent and street smart than the average baby, but considering that he has spent the only year of his life growing up there with his mother… It’s reasonable.
Personality: Julien is a quiet baby, something that surprises most people. Content to be held by his mother, sitting there sucking on the corner of his shirt, or his thumb, the only time he wails is when someone tries to take him. When he does speak, too, he is usually trying to tell his mother something, having refined his words to his utmost so that he can tell her something without being reduced to crying, especially when they are trying to hide.
All in all, he’s a very obedient child, as well, and highly intelligent, at least to reading people’s moods. Angelique believes she couldn’t be blessed with a better son.
Weapons and Tools: N/A
Friends/Family: An Unknown father, Amestrian. Mother, Angelique Morel.
RP Sample: Angelique raised one eyebrow at Taron's admittion. "You sure? I mean, I was doing my best to hold back my anger, but..." At least he hadn't seen her at her worst yet. If that was directed at him, he probably would've died. Thank goodness she hadn't taken the blow to her pride TOO seriously. Accepting the bandages from an impatient Julien, she began to wind them around her knuckles, having trouble, as she was being first to work with her left hand. Julien wouldn't be much help, either.
Giving up on bandaging her hand, as she was struggling too much, Angelique mulled over Taron's second sentence. She really really didn't want to leave him behind, not at all, but... She sighed irritably, knowing she would regret this. "In the very rare, off-chance, once in a blue moon thing happens where I can't protect both you and Julien, I'll try to do what you want." She really didn't just want to say to him that she'd leave him to die, cause she didn't want that, not at all. "However, it is instinct for me to not leave anyone behind, so in the rush of the moment, I may not." Angelique looked up, meeting his eyes squarely. "Best compromise or agreement you're gonna get. Take it or leave it." God, she wanted to get out of this whole 'mushy-moment-agreement' stuff so she can just insult him already and have the day be better.
Julien was staying out of the way. This was between Angelique and Rok, and he didn't want to interfere. It looked like Angelique was being nice to Rok... or was she? He still didn't understand what exactly they were talking about, but it didn't matter. Much.
(That’s from an older site, where Angelique and Julien were siblings, instead of parent and child. Julien was also aged to like, ten, but he had a mental disorder…)
Additional Information: N/A