Julian Antoinette
Age: 100-200
Birthday: Winter
Category: NPC (Citizen)
Species: Vampire
Gender: Pangender, dfab. He/they pronouns.
Occupation:
+ Painter
+ Writer
+ Composer
+ Owner of Antinous Art Gallery and Theater
Appearance Description
Julian has a phantom-like beauty in his appearance. He has long, wavy hair the color of a dirty mop, porcelain white skin, red eyes, and a thin silhouette, striking but graceful at the same time. Julian believes how people react to his appearance can tell much about that person. Depending on the their personality, he’s either unearthly and breathtaking or dangerous and terrifying. People that think the latter are safe, happy and comfortable with their lives. People that think the former live on the fringes of society, artists and kindred spirits. Of course, one answer isn’t inherently more right than the other. A proper artist knows how to play with expectations.
Julian has a very soft manner of speaking, and should he ever raise his voice, it sounds hollow, ghostly. His fashion sense puts an emphasis on cool colors, often monochromes, and if there are ever any patterns, they’re simple and tasteful. He alternates between feminine and masculine clothes from time to time, but if there’s ever a way to describe them, they’re sharp, clean and eye catching. Julian is beautiful and graceful, but never, ever soft.
Julian has a very soft manner of speaking, and should he ever raise his voice, it sounds hollow, ghostly. His fashion sense puts an emphasis on cool colors, often monochromes, and if there are ever any patterns, they’re simple and tasteful. He alternates between feminine and masculine clothes from time to time, but if there’s ever a way to describe them, they’re sharp, clean and eye catching. Julian is beautiful and graceful, but never, ever soft.
Personality Description
Julian is an artist. He’s obsessed with beauty and expression – creating, being, witnessing, and appreciating. His obsession extends to more than song and canvas. Julian believes there’s artistry involved in almost everything, like words, movements, backgrounds, and natural phenomena. Sunsets. Architecture. Concerts. Traffic jams. Crowds. Dances on and off stages. The rhythm in someone’s step. The chains of bicycles, the frames of windowsills. Smoke, kisses, neon lights, and promises exchanged in the dark. Anything and everything that can evoke emotion is art.
A romantic gothic at his very core, he loves life and energy, death and pain. They’re not separable. Rather, they should go hand in hand, if one wished to get the most of life. You can’t have pleasure without pain, and you can’t love without hate. Anyone focused in either extreme are inherently wrong.
Julian is here for intensity and extreme emotions. Anything that surprises him is always a good time. He’s obsessed with the concept of love, and he loves the high he feels as he falls, having his heart scream songs and confessions so intense it could move mountains. He’s less pleased with the idea of love toning down to a dull note. He wants to experience his partner, all of them, not just the good parts. If he has to commit heinous things to bring out their bad side so they could hurt Julian and themselves, then so be it. Julian wants an entire spectrum of emotions to combat his normal depressed apathy and the chill of death that permeates his entire being. He’s not here to settle for half-baked, comfortable domesticity.
This makes Julian a very grey person with it comes to morality. Julian is capable of great kindness as well as incredible malice. The Julian that would donate millions of his money to charity and pull the homeless back to their feet is also the same Julian that comes home to spit on the partner they’ve locked in their basement. He can be the most alluring social butterfly or the most depressing person depending on his mood. And, oh, anything and everything depended on his mood.
Julian has been broken a thousand times, but he doesn’t mind. There’s beauty in his pain. He loves pushing and pushing himself to new limits to see how he’ll react, and the only thing that disappoints him about that is how the more emotions he feels, the less novel they would be the next time he feels them.
A romantic gothic at his very core, he loves life and energy, death and pain. They’re not separable. Rather, they should go hand in hand, if one wished to get the most of life. You can’t have pleasure without pain, and you can’t love without hate. Anyone focused in either extreme are inherently wrong.
Julian is here for intensity and extreme emotions. Anything that surprises him is always a good time. He’s obsessed with the concept of love, and he loves the high he feels as he falls, having his heart scream songs and confessions so intense it could move mountains. He’s less pleased with the idea of love toning down to a dull note. He wants to experience his partner, all of them, not just the good parts. If he has to commit heinous things to bring out their bad side so they could hurt Julian and themselves, then so be it. Julian wants an entire spectrum of emotions to combat his normal depressed apathy and the chill of death that permeates his entire being. He’s not here to settle for half-baked, comfortable domesticity.
This makes Julian a very grey person with it comes to morality. Julian is capable of great kindness as well as incredible malice. The Julian that would donate millions of his money to charity and pull the homeless back to their feet is also the same Julian that comes home to spit on the partner they’ve locked in their basement. He can be the most alluring social butterfly or the most depressing person depending on his mood. And, oh, anything and everything depended on his mood.
Julian has been broken a thousand times, but he doesn’t mind. There’s beauty in his pain. He loves pushing and pushing himself to new limits to see how he’ll react, and the only thing that disappoints him about that is how the more emotions he feels, the less novel they would be the next time he feels them.
Species Abilities
Vampire
Julian turned into a vampire when he was nineteen. He has a lot of the usual vampire species traits, like night vision and cold, unnaturally pale skin. Julian is categorized as undead and semi-immortal, meaning he’s died once, he doesn’t have a soul, he’s stopped aging, and he will continue to live in his current form until he is killed.
He has a set of retractable fangs that can pierce through almost any sort of skin to get to the blood underneath. He has to feed on blood at least twice a month to retain his beauty and power. If he has skimped on meals or forgotten to feed, he will lose his powers and begin to look more and more weathered by the day. He can conserve energy by sleeping.
He has other notable skills such as:
He has a set of retractable fangs that can pierce through almost any sort of skin to get to the blood underneath. He has to feed on blood at least twice a month to retain his beauty and power. If he has skimped on meals or forgotten to feed, he will lose his powers and begin to look more and more weathered by the day. He can conserve energy by sleeping.
He has other notable skills such as:
Enhanced Traits and Regeneration
Julian is thrice as strong, fast, agile, perceptive and durable than a normal adult male due to his vampirism. He can regenerate missing limbs or open gashes by feeding. The worse the wound, the more he has to drink. After feeding to regenerate, he will fall into a vampiric slumber that lasts a good twenty-four hours. When he awakens, he will be put back together, good as new. He can’t recover from having his head decapitated, but wounds around the throat, head and face are fine.
He doesn’t seem to have the same weaknesses humans do. He can’t get physically sick and he can consume things that are normally poison.
He doesn’t seem to have the same weaknesses humans do. He can’t get physically sick and he can consume things that are normally poison.
Bat Shifting
Julian can shapeshift into a small vampire bat at will. He will still susceptible to all his weaknesses even as a bat.
Compulsion
Julian can’t mind control people, but he can leave suggestions in their heads by having them focus straight into his eyes and listening clearly to his voice. Smaller things are easier to get away with. Bigger things, such as forcing someone to do something drastic or out of character, will be more difficult. The more someone is exposed to Julian’s hypnosis powers, the easier it would be for him to control them. This won’t have an effect on people with strong will or strong mental resistance.
Weaknesses
Julian has traditional vampire powers. He also has traditional vampire weaknesses. He sizzles slowly under sunlight. Holy water and items feel like acid on his skin. He can be killed if his head is severed, a stake is driven through his heart, or fed garlic. On a silly note, he can’t enter houses without being invited inside first, he can’t go inside holy establishments, and he can’t get through running water.
He has a special pendant around his neck that allows him to walk around during the day but walking around the day cancels his powers, so he’s functionally a normal human being. His sleep schedule is usually from seven AM to three PM.
Biography
warnings for incest, rape, victorian mental asylums, gore, depravity, etc
Julian was born in Victorian England. His father was a nouveau riche merchant that hopped onto the industrial wheel pretty early on and reaped from its benefits. Julian’s blood has no ounce of nobility in it, but from the way he was raised, nobody could tell the difference.
Henry Remington, father of Julian, was a cantankerous fellow intoxicated with his new power and social status. He bought a lovely aged estate at a farmer town just a few roads outside London, married the town belle, and had four children with her until age weathered her and he decided she became so grotesque that he refused to touch her in bed.
Julian was the eldest of four siblings, but that hardly mattered because he was seen as a girl. The heir was the third child, the son, while Julian and his two sisters were raised to become perfect little brides to be shipped off to rich nobles or businessmen so they wouldn’t shame the family name.
Julian was the most beautiful, talented, graceful and desirable of the siblings. This was already apparent in early age. He had a mind that was outstandingly sharp and intelligent “for someone her gender.” He inhaled literature like air, and when the scholar was around to teach his brother the art of business, he would join in the lessons. It was terribly unladylike, said his mother, and Julian would frighten men with her talents. Julian was surprised to find that he didn’t care.
His father gave no care to the events in their household. His family members were merely trophies, and if they expressed any emotion that didn’t entertain him, he would lash out to put them back in their place. It surprised Julian that when he entered his teenage years, his father took a particular favoritism to him.
When his father came home from work, he would always ask Julian to serve him tea and massage his shoulders. Soon enough, he took Julian, and only Julian, to strolls in the garden, trips to the city, and plays in the local theaters. It would impress people how quickly Julian adapted a refined taste. You should be proud of her, they would say.
Julian learned to love his father. To this day, he would always quietly thank his father for bringing him to those trips. It built the foundations of his personality today. And, ah, he loved looking back to these days, really, and the conclusion to them made them all the sweeter.
His father sneaked into his room one night and forced himself on him. He was weak and fragile, a girl of fourteen. He couldn’t fight it. Even after that horrifying incident, that night was hardly the end of such encounters. His father was obsessed with his taste, and always, he would apologize for his deeds, but it was Julian's fault. He was too beautiful.
Was that always the fate of beautiful people? To be objectified, used, broken? It seemed like it was. It was the fate of many tragic heroines. It was the fate of his mother, and like the worst kind of inheritance, it was Julian’s fate too. After a few months, it was revealed that Julian was pregnant.
The realization that Julian was pregnant with his father’s child drove him mad. He couldn’t remember the anguish he felt in those days, but it was whole, overwhelming, and all-encompassing, as if his entire body was submerged in nothing but sadness and feeling. That was the ideal state of being, he thought. He hopes he would one day achieve this sort of feeling again. It was a terrible shame that he woke up from that stupor, but when he was lucid again, months had passed and he was in a lunatic asylum with his arms wrapped around his torso. As soon as he regained control of his mind again, God knows how that happened, Julian recovered pretty quickly, but thoughts of embracing death haunted his mind every day. He had a miscarriage due to sheer stress and bad health conditions.
During his time in the asylum, Julian fell in love with a gentleman beyond the fence. He would spend his days painting and his afternoons waiting longingly to see the boy over the fence again. They would only meet for a few minutes at a time, as to not seem suspicious to the nurses and mad doctors, but Julian knew that he was in love again. The gentleman promised he would make Julian his bride.
True to his word, he broke through the asylum windows and took him into the city. They got married in quiet, and after a while, returned to Julian’s estate and killed everyone.
The estate was theirs now, and subsequently, all of his father’s wealth. Julian and the vampire were madly in love, and in their fifth year of marriage, the vampire asked if Julian wanted to spend eternity with him. How could he say no to such an offer? He turned him, and they had never been happier. For about ten years or so. It was then all of the magic lost its touch. The realization that his life was forced into a dull monotony drove Julian up the wall and he started hurting his dear husband in order to feel again.
After all, weren’t beautiful things meant to be broken?
When the thrill ended, Julian killed him and preserved his dead body carefully with taxidermy. Preserved the bodies of everyone he ever loved, really. There was his father. There was his husband. In the background, his mother, sisters and brother. It should make him happy that he managed to preserve the people that made him feel the wonderful things life had to offer, but it didn’t. It made him listless. Disappointed. Whatever they were before, they stopped making him feel now. How dare they?
He couldn’t let it end here. He repeated the cycle again and again with multiple lovers, and he’s still doing it today. He doesn’t know what he's doing wrong. He changes his formula bit by little bit, getting better at better at hurting people through torture and emotional abuse, hurting different kinds of people from different backgrounds, and sometimes it worked, but it always ended in the same way: Monotony. The bodies in his basement only grew larger and larger in number. Was this truly everything life had to offer? It couldn’t be. He had many unsatisfying lovers, but life wasn’t one of them.
In front of the public, Julian was a fine connoisseur of the arts. He sold the antiques of his father’s estate and entered the art world, putting in his paintings and poems and receiving large amounts of money for them. He was brilliant in that respect. It was easier to attract victims with his new status.
Eventually, he got his letter to Starlight Academy in the late nineteen hundreds. He graduated with a Doctorate in Arts and opened up a Theater and Gallery Downtown, where they exhibit pieces from local artists, plays from local playwrights, and movies from local film directors. He particularly favors disturbing paintings and content, and pays handsome amounts for paintings he particularly likes. He is still an at large serial killer, with a low key reputation of being a dangerous man to get involved with.
Henry Remington, father of Julian, was a cantankerous fellow intoxicated with his new power and social status. He bought a lovely aged estate at a farmer town just a few roads outside London, married the town belle, and had four children with her until age weathered her and he decided she became so grotesque that he refused to touch her in bed.
Julian was the eldest of four siblings, but that hardly mattered because he was seen as a girl. The heir was the third child, the son, while Julian and his two sisters were raised to become perfect little brides to be shipped off to rich nobles or businessmen so they wouldn’t shame the family name.
Julian was the most beautiful, talented, graceful and desirable of the siblings. This was already apparent in early age. He had a mind that was outstandingly sharp and intelligent “for someone her gender.” He inhaled literature like air, and when the scholar was around to teach his brother the art of business, he would join in the lessons. It was terribly unladylike, said his mother, and Julian would frighten men with her talents. Julian was surprised to find that he didn’t care.
His father gave no care to the events in their household. His family members were merely trophies, and if they expressed any emotion that didn’t entertain him, he would lash out to put them back in their place. It surprised Julian that when he entered his teenage years, his father took a particular favoritism to him.
When his father came home from work, he would always ask Julian to serve him tea and massage his shoulders. Soon enough, he took Julian, and only Julian, to strolls in the garden, trips to the city, and plays in the local theaters. It would impress people how quickly Julian adapted a refined taste. You should be proud of her, they would say.
Julian learned to love his father. To this day, he would always quietly thank his father for bringing him to those trips. It built the foundations of his personality today. And, ah, he loved looking back to these days, really, and the conclusion to them made them all the sweeter.
His father sneaked into his room one night and forced himself on him. He was weak and fragile, a girl of fourteen. He couldn’t fight it. Even after that horrifying incident, that night was hardly the end of such encounters. His father was obsessed with his taste, and always, he would apologize for his deeds, but it was Julian's fault. He was too beautiful.
Was that always the fate of beautiful people? To be objectified, used, broken? It seemed like it was. It was the fate of many tragic heroines. It was the fate of his mother, and like the worst kind of inheritance, it was Julian’s fate too. After a few months, it was revealed that Julian was pregnant.
The realization that Julian was pregnant with his father’s child drove him mad. He couldn’t remember the anguish he felt in those days, but it was whole, overwhelming, and all-encompassing, as if his entire body was submerged in nothing but sadness and feeling. That was the ideal state of being, he thought. He hopes he would one day achieve this sort of feeling again. It was a terrible shame that he woke up from that stupor, but when he was lucid again, months had passed and he was in a lunatic asylum with his arms wrapped around his torso. As soon as he regained control of his mind again, God knows how that happened, Julian recovered pretty quickly, but thoughts of embracing death haunted his mind every day. He had a miscarriage due to sheer stress and bad health conditions.
During his time in the asylum, Julian fell in love with a gentleman beyond the fence. He would spend his days painting and his afternoons waiting longingly to see the boy over the fence again. They would only meet for a few minutes at a time, as to not seem suspicious to the nurses and mad doctors, but Julian knew that he was in love again. The gentleman promised he would make Julian his bride.
True to his word, he broke through the asylum windows and took him into the city. They got married in quiet, and after a while, returned to Julian’s estate and killed everyone.
The estate was theirs now, and subsequently, all of his father’s wealth. Julian and the vampire were madly in love, and in their fifth year of marriage, the vampire asked if Julian wanted to spend eternity with him. How could he say no to such an offer? He turned him, and they had never been happier. For about ten years or so. It was then all of the magic lost its touch. The realization that his life was forced into a dull monotony drove Julian up the wall and he started hurting his dear husband in order to feel again.
After all, weren’t beautiful things meant to be broken?
When the thrill ended, Julian killed him and preserved his dead body carefully with taxidermy. Preserved the bodies of everyone he ever loved, really. There was his father. There was his husband. In the background, his mother, sisters and brother. It should make him happy that he managed to preserve the people that made him feel the wonderful things life had to offer, but it didn’t. It made him listless. Disappointed. Whatever they were before, they stopped making him feel now. How dare they?
He couldn’t let it end here. He repeated the cycle again and again with multiple lovers, and he’s still doing it today. He doesn’t know what he's doing wrong. He changes his formula bit by little bit, getting better at better at hurting people through torture and emotional abuse, hurting different kinds of people from different backgrounds, and sometimes it worked, but it always ended in the same way: Monotony. The bodies in his basement only grew larger and larger in number. Was this truly everything life had to offer? It couldn’t be. He had many unsatisfying lovers, but life wasn’t one of them.
In front of the public, Julian was a fine connoisseur of the arts. He sold the antiques of his father’s estate and entered the art world, putting in his paintings and poems and receiving large amounts of money for them. He was brilliant in that respect. It was easier to attract victims with his new status.
Eventually, he got his letter to Starlight Academy in the late nineteen hundreds. He graduated with a Doctorate in Arts and opened up a Theater and Gallery Downtown, where they exhibit pieces from local artists, plays from local playwrights, and movies from local film directors. He particularly favors disturbing paintings and content, and pays handsome amounts for paintings he particularly likes. He is still an at large serial killer, with a low key reputation of being a dangerous man to get involved with.
Additional Information
- Julian only drinks the blood of his victims, artists, and beautiful people. He would rather find some other, cleaner methods of feeding than settle for a less than satisfying hunt. If you can’t enjoy what you do, why do it at all?
- Julian is pansexual/romantic with a particular leaning for femininity. He loves beautiful, delicate and graceful people. And miserable people. He’s determined to reach brand new heights of pain for him and his partner.
