DEVEREUX, Julian Alexander

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Birdie!
Gender: Male
Age: 18 IN ONE WEEK. WOOT
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Years of RPG Experience: Almost a year!
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{ Q U I C K . Q U I Z }

How did you find us? Biz
What about ISS inspired you to join? You, and your beautifulness.
Do you have any suggestions for us? Keep being beautiful.

P.S. I'm still waiting on fourth charrie approval, but you love me anyways, right?

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Julian Alexander Devereux
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Year: 6th
Face Claim: Channing Tatum **okayed by Fief

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Julian Devereux has a fairly boxy shaped face. The contortions it flows into create a very handsomely shape. His lips are rather large, and his cheeks are sometimes hallow. Julian has always found it hard to keep his cheeks full. Ever since he was little, not eating a lot always gave his cheeks a shallow, sunken look. As he grew, however, his high cheek bones grew with his face angelically. His face is one of true beauty. Julian is a very beautiful French boy. His nose isn’t too big, but fits nicely on his long face. His green eyes are spaced just under his fury brows. Julian’s ears have always poked out. He hates his ears. They are completely obnoxious. Even if they’re not too bad, he still feels like an alien because they stick out just slightly. His light brown hair is chopped in different ways throughout the year, and is usually kept tidy.

Physique: Julian has a very long body. His legs and torso extend to make him a full 6’5”. Julian was always a long and gangly kid, but once he started to grow into a man and muscles started to develop, his body turned into a beautiful masterpiece. Sporting an eight pack the entire year, he finds himself working out almost daily. He has extremely large hands and feet, but they fit in just as well with his large body.

Wand Type: 13 and ½ inch Polished Black Oak - Dragon Heart String Core
Wand Expertise: Protection Charms - Transfiguration
Patronus: Wolf
Boggart: His book, Alice in Wonderland, set on fire.

Personality:

Julian Devereux found himself quite early in life. He knew exactly what he wanted, and knew exactly how he would get it. Being thrown around to five different foster houses your entire life makes a person fairly independent, and Julian is no exception. Finding yourself is easy when you know what you want. He knew that he wanted to learn English and move to an English speaking country. He knew that he wanted to live by himself, rather than being put into tons of families, to try and see if they liked him enough to keep him. Julian knew that when he would get the chance, he was going to run away. But there was one thing that Julian hadn’t known about himself until he was thirteen, two years into Hogwarts. Julian had never had feelings like the ones he started experiencing in his third year. He started to watch people, he started to want to look good, and he started to like a boy. Julian was floored by his own discovery. He never expected his life to turn out so different. Julian had actually never even thought about love before his third year, but in that year, he found himself entirely. This changed a lot of more things in his life. Julian became more of a loner. He thought, and still does, that being gay was socially unacceptable. Never has he told anyone his deepest secret. In fact, no one would ever guess it either. Julian acts “straight”. Not one person has ever guessed him. For this, he is grateful. Being the way that he is puts a lot of stress on his life only because Julian is a hopeless romantic. With all of his heart, he wants love so bad. Romantic novels are his downfall, and one day he hopes to be swept off of his feet. Living in the seventies is hard, of course. Being gay is new. It’s almost a trend, and only the brave can be open about it. Julian isn’t that brave. He’s strong, yes. Physically and mentally, but Julian had never prepared himself for this. It wasn’t like he’d chosen to be gay. That, he thought, was ridiculous. He couldn’t help his desires. Just like everyone else. Being gay was just another thing that Julian had to deal with, and so he did.

Julian is generally a very happy person. He always has a smile on his face. His friends play a large part in this happiness. Without friends, Julian would have not been able to survive his trip to Hogwarts. Hogwarts was a brand new place to him when he first started out. He was thrown into Hogwarts from the streets of Paris, and had no knowledge of the wizarding world before his very first train ride. Julian found that his book, Alice in Wonderland, even after he met friends, helped him in school, too. Julian grew up depending on the very old and shabby book he’d found on the streets. Alice was just another place that he could go when it got cold and lonely under the streets. Julian became very independent, and extremely sheltered behind the book. Alice in Wonderland kept him alive and so when he came to Hogwarts, it was still a large factor in his sanity. He needed the book to keep him alive. Over time, however, his friends replaced the wonders of the book. He started living in his own wonderland and the people around him kept him alive. School itself is not as easy as being accepted by his fears. Julian can sometimes struggle with school work. He's an extreme procrastinator and barely ever does his homework until right before class.^{Usually copying off of someone elses. . .}

Getting agitated is an understatement when it comes Julian Devereux. Being French has nothing to do with his anger. He’s always had a bit of a short temper when it came to annoyance. If something is annoying Julian, he’ll be the first to tell you. He can come off as slightly blunt, but that’s only if the person is extremely agitating. Regularly, Julian is extremely sweet and caring, but some days he’ll just have a bad day. His girlfriends call it PMSing, but he knows otherwise. It’s just his short temper for stupidity and absurdness. Julian cannot stand when there are ignorant assholes around. It boils his blood. If anyone that’s around him when he’s in one of his moods, and says one wrong thing, he’ll tell them off. This gets to be a sort of hassle with keeping people happy. Julian likes to keep a lot or people, if not everybody happy, and his short temper but a damper on his actions to be nice. He really just wants to be liked, but of course, he’ll always have the downfall of his quickly angered self. Although his anger is harsh, it is definitely sporadic. Only once in a great while does he actually tell someone off. Other than that, he’ll usually curse the person under his breath and brush it off. There is one side of Julian, however, that only rarely to people see. In a total of four times of his five years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had he let people see him get maniacal. Julian once went ballistic on a boy who was taunting a first year ruthlessly. The curse that erupted from the end of his wand was strong enough to send the boy to the hospital wing for two weeks. Julian was almost expelled. Only once has he let it get that bad. Other than that, he’s been in multiple fist fights, keeping his ground well in the fight. Julian’s strong frame helps a lot with that, and the strength that he gained from the streets.

Julian has OCD. He has to have everything neat in his dormitory. Everything. Next to his bedside table, his wand goes in the same place every night. His hangings over his bed are always pulled and ruffled just the right way every night. No light may slip in. His alarm clock must always be second on, because he has a fear of being late. His trunk at the end of his bed is neatly organized, and everything has it’s perfect place, as well as his dresser. As Julian walks through the castle, he finds himself having to go the way that he came to class, even if it isn’t the most sensible way to get to his next class. He’ll find a way to it without being late. Whether it makes him run more than he needs to, or take any secret passage way he knows, he’ll get to class on time. Julian has found that his OCD gets overwhelming at points, and he has to slow down and force himself to do what he needs to do. He’s always fighting with himself because the OCD get’s terrible at points. If it’s not how it usually goes, it’s not right. Dealing with it has never been a large problem, but it has gotten easier over the years. Julian has found ways to help himself with it, and he’s gotten used to his faults.

Likes:
+ Alice in Wonderland
+ Cigarettes
+ Quills
+ Charms
+ Muggles
+ Quidditch
+ Fist Fighting
+ Strength
+ Muscles
+ Happy Ever Afters
+ Kissing
+ Boys
+ Cars
+ Machines
+ Dreams
+ Keeping his secret
+ Kittens
+ Being alone
+ Running
+ Swimming
+ Eyes
+ English and French
+ School
+ Love
+ Butter Beer
Dislikes:
– Being told what to do
– Large groups of people
– Honey
– Dogs
– Make-up
– Amusement parks
– Bikes
– Drugs
– Gulping
– Large people
– Losing
– Pumpkin Juice
– Ears
– Potions
– Professor Slughorn
– Pop Quizzes
– Fizzy Drinks
– Long stories
– Messy things
– Being cold


History:

Dad and Mom
Papa: Joseph Devereux

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Mama: Allison Devereux[/b] Deceased[/right]

Mort et la naissance

^{Death and Birth}

The cold autumn air nipped at Allison Devereux’s nose as she wandered through the town of Plymouth, France. The groceries in her hands had been positioned slyly on the top of her protruding round pregnant belly, relieving the stress it would have been on her back all the way home. She patted her tummy, leaving one hand on the bag of groceries. “Je sais que vous aurez porter mon épicerie. Mon petit Julian. Vous aurez une forte garçon. Je sais qu'il.” ^{“I know you’ll carry my groceries. My little Julian. You’ll be a strong boy. I know it. . .”} She gave the area just above her popped belly button a tap and put her hand back up to carry the goods the rest of the way.

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The hot smoke from the bar down town swam into Joseph Devereux’s nose as he took another sip of his whiskey. The glass in his hand had an excessive amount of water sweat on it. It soaked his fingers as he sat it back down on the bar. His finger found the rim of the glass and he rubbed it apathetically, rolling his droopy eyes around the room. This was Joseph Devereux’s normal weekday night. Sitting at the old bar and throwing back a few before driving home- Where Allison would be waiting with dinner. He looked at the bar tender and waved two Euro in front of his own face and pushed it back down to the bar. “Conserver le changer, Lucas. Wife’s attend bientôt, ne vous voir pour quelques” ^{”Keep the change, Lucas. The wifes expecting soon, won’t see you for a few. . .”} Joseph held himself together as he slightly stumbled his way to the door, grabbing at the keys in his pocket to his car.

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Every grocery was now set on the warm counter of Joseph and Allison’s home. Peaches, onion, butter, seasonings, light bulbs. Allison started to separate them, getting them ready for the put away process. Allison had always had her way with things. She needed them exactly how she wanted to have them. Where the dishes went. Where the silverware went. Where the food went. Where the laundry went. She needed it all to go where she wanted it to. Joseph had always tried to convince her that it was OCD, always cooped up in the house. But Joseph didn’t see what it actually was. Joseph wasn’t home alone nineteen hours a day. Joseph had money for spending on things other than food. Joseph could do whatever he wanted, and Allison had nothing. Nothing but the house she kept clean. It had been like this from the very beginning. She was always alone. She came to love the old thing that she was always stuck in. Mostly because she could control whatever happened inside of it. The looks, the smells, and who came in and out. The house was everything to her. That was until Julian came into the world. Allison planned on Julian to save things. She knew that it would fix whatever had happened to her and Joseph. Just as she was pulling a jug of milk out from her paper bag, she watched Joseph’s car pull quickly into the driveway.

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Joseph had driven plenty of times before like this. This was nothing but a snowflake on his nose in a hail storm. He’d been plenty more tipsy than this before, and driven twice as well. As he fumbled for the ignition, he pulled the door shut. His deep breath gave a stench of whiskey that filled the car. His eyes watered as the car came to a screeching start. A swirling tunnel vision was pulling at Josephs eyes. He could see down the road, but everything other than the thing he was focusing on somehow got lost in the tunnel. He found himself rubbing his eyes often as he swerved the sharp corners until he could get to his home. Two more and he’d be- WHAM! Joseph’s car was spinning out of control, he had hit something. An animal, no doubt. The burning of rubber subsided as his car came to a quick halt. Fumbling out of the car, Joseph examined the scene. If the bottom of his stomach hadn’t been filled with whiskey, his tongue would’ve hit the pit of it. A woman was strewn across the road. Blood shattered the black crystals of the street. A shoe was tangled in the tire of the car. His stomach was gone, and all that was left was a giant throbbing hole. He couldn’t breathe. Joseph couldn’t move. What would he do? The world around him was falling away. Melting. What would he do?

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She heard him yelling before he’d even opened the door. ”Allison! Allison!
Mon Dieu, J'ai- JE- JE don't savoir quoi faire. Bébé, j'ai- je peux't- je viens n't signifie- JE don\'t savoir quoi faire! J'ai tué quelqu'un bébé. J'ai frappé à la voiture!”^{“Allison!? Allison! My GOD, I- I- I don't know what to do. Baby, I- I can't- I just didn't mean- I don't know what to do! Baby. . . I killed someone. I hit them with the car!} His eyes bulged from their swollen wet sockets as he shook his wife with all of his might. Allison shrieked in the intensity of the moment. Her tears were flowing now, and she held her stomach, breathing carefully. “Non! Non, Joseph. Non, non. Pas maintenant. Pas maintenant, Joseph. Le bébé! Le bébé! “^{”NO! No, Joseph. No, no. Not now. Not now, Joseph. The baby! The Baby!”} The shouts from the both of them lit up the room. Her crying on top of his shrieks. “Écoutez, Allison. Écouter ce que vous devez le faire. M'écouter. Faire cela pour moi. Julien, bébé. Faire Julien. J'ai besoin de vous de conduire ma voiture retour à la scène. Oui, n° sh, sh, chut je le sais. Vous voyez, parce que je\ai bu-”^{Listen, Allison. LISTEN to what you must do. Listen to me. Do this for me. For Julian, baby. Do it for Julian. I need you to drive my car back to the scene. Yes, no sh, sh, shh I know. You see, because I've been drinking-”}
“NON! Non, Non, Non, Non! ^{“No! No, no, no, no, no!} The trembles of fear that erupted from Allison’s body were frightening.
“ Vous avez à doux coeur. Écoutez-moi! Les choses iront terrible si vous ne. Je vais perdre mon emploi et d'aller en prison. Vous perdez la chambre, et être dans les rues. . .Vous perdra Julian. Nous allons perdre Julian. Je vous prie!!” ^{“You have to sweet heart. Listen to me! Things will get terrible if you don't. I'll lose my job and go to prison. You'd lose the house, and be on the streets. . .You'll lose Julian. We'll lose Julian. Please!”} Allison’s sobs made up most of the noise of the room as Joseph waited for her to respond. Her head hanged low with her sticky hair curtaining her face. “Oui. . .” She mumbled through the convulsions. She choked back the tears as Joseph walked her to the still running car. Helping her into the driver seat, he informed her where the accident was, and that he was going to send the police. She nodded solemnly with her cold hands on the wheel. The engine revved as she pressed down on the gas and took off. Allison wasn’t Allison anymore. She knew that this wasn’t right. She couldn’t even comprehend what had just happened. Had it really all just happened? She massaged her low belly and sobbed lightly, watching for the road. Then she felt it. A contraction. Sharp and deep, in her lower spine. She let out a moan of pain and arched her back lightly. Pulling one hand behind her, she steered with the other. “Pas maintenant, Julian. Pas maintenant.” ^{“Not right now, Julian. Not right now!”} There was another intense pain in her back. This time she screamed, and swerved slightly on the road. As her feet wrestled against the floor of the car, a warm splash of water littered her feet. Her water broke. Allison could not believe what was happening. It was as if nothing were to go right in the nightmare she had just been thrown into. She needed to get to accident. If she didn’t get there, she would be letting down Joseph, and she’d lose everything. Her vision was fading and heat was overtaking her. Finally, she felt it. Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t breathe. Something was wrong with her baby. Allison scratched at her throat while her eyes started to force shut. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t hear.

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Joseph sat and paced in the cold driveway as he watched her squeal off. He’d be able to hear her get to the accident. It wasn’t that far away, and they lived out in the country. The trees were the only thing that separated him and the accident, three hundred yards away. Moving quickly, he made way for the open door and grabbed the telephone. He knew this would be the tricky part. He had to be convincing. The French man on the other end buzzed into the receiver and Joseph pleaded his fake story. He’d just found his wife in an accident. He was on his way to the neighbors because she hadn’t been home in a while, when he found her unconscious. He quickly hung up the phone and tore for the door. He needed to be there. All he had to do was take a couple of short curves at a run and he’d be there. Running as fast as his drunken self could, he rounded another corner and stopped. His car was stopped in the middle of the street, no where near the scene. Joseph had never ran so fast. “Ils viennent! Que faites-vous?” ^{“They are coming! What are you doing?”} His face could not have gone anymore white. Even more white than he’d turned when he’d gotten in the accident. Allison was unconscious in her own blood and a new born baby was on the seat, crying.

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Joseph Devereux was later found at his home, tending to his new born baby son. Julian was found barely breathing, and close to dieing. Allison Devereux was pronounced dead on the scene. Joseph later killed himself after he‘d been sentenced to life in prison. Once Julian was given the proper care, he was sent to an orphanage where he bounced within four different homes for ten years, each turning out worse than the last. Ultimately, Julian escaped and found refuge on the streets of Paris.

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Books and Letters

^{Libres et de lettres}

There wasn’t just dirt and scum, vermin and disease, plague and death on the streets. Atleast, that was Julian Devereux’s look on the streets. That was most likely because he lived on them. And Julian Devereux was by no means a dirty rat whom carried disease’s and was going to die soon. In fact, Julian planned to keep himself alive a lot better than someone would expect. He still cleaned himself. Maybe not as thorough as your normal Frenchmen, but enough to keep good looks on the streets of Paris. Julian was ten years old, and strutting the L'Avenue des Champs Elysées with his book in his hand and his coin sack dangling from the other. Being a street rat in Paris had it’s downfall. The name alone wasn’t a very nice label, and by being the way that you were, you weren’t allowed in almost all places. Down below, however, was an entirely different story. There was a whole community of people below the streets of Paris. The dusty air that swished along with the wind always rumbled around, changing things. But below, there were people that stayed the same, no matter who you were, and respected you. Julian depended entirely on these people. Growing up in foster homes, Julian got to know himself a lot better than all the other kids did. He grew up faster than anyone else. He started taking care of himself at the age of five. Julian was an extremely independent boy.
When Julian first realized that he belonged out on his own, making a life for himself rather than being thrust into five different ones, he knew that he could turn to the streets. He also knew that he needed a lot of help if he were going to do it. Julian made a pact with himself that he would not commit any crime. Therefore, food was going to be a problem. He knew that he would not steal, because he did not want to end up like his father. In fact, every day, Julian sat down and prayed that he would never turn out like his father. He just needed to be out on his own for awhile, to get the hang of it, knowing that he knew people that would have his back if he needed them. Julian built a lot of strength living on the streets, and learned plenty. .Of course, there was always the option to go back to the foster care network, but Julian kind of liked being free, and choosing his own life.
One thing Julian had always wanted to do, was learn English. Julian felt his grip tighten over the book that he was carrying. He carried the fraying blue book that was in his hands ever since he was little. He’d found it out on an empty play ground one day, and took it home to find that it was entirely in English. Then, obviously running away opened up many doors to him, because under the streets, he met an French speaking English man by the name of Darby. Darby never told Tristan his first name, but they grew extremely close to each other. Darby was in his early twenties, and was the nicest man Julian had ever met. Half the time he didn’t even believe that he was homeless when he was with Darby. Darby brought a warmth to Julian that Julian needed. When they had first met, Darby had spotted the book that Julian was sporting. Forcing Julian to hand it over, Darby laughed and tossed it back. “Alice's aventures au pays des merveilles! Alice in Wonderland. I love that book. It’s in English.”

“Donnez-lui revenir. . .J'aimerais savait anglais” ^{“Give it back!. . . . .I wish I knew English.”}

“Vous pouvez! Je peux vous apprendre! Nous pouvons commencer demain!” ^{“You can! I can teach you! We can start tomorrow!”}

Julian had never felt so much exhilaration in his life. He knew that if he’d learned English, then he could move to England and start a life there. That was where he was headed. Julian’s dream was to go to England and write. He wanted to learn how to write English so he could write books, like the one he had. Alice in Wonderland. He couldn’t wait for the lessons to start. And so they did. Julian started to learn the English language day by day. As they chipped away at the complex language, they did to Alice in Wonderland, too. Julian could not have been more happy with the way that Wonderland was turning out for him. The dark drains and damp floors around him got to be a sad place at night, and to keep him okay, Darby would read him Alice in Wonderland, taking him away whenever he needed it. Julian came to love the book as if it were his child. He became obsessed with holding it. As if it were a bible that would set a flame if it touched the ground. He’d rarely let Darby touch it, and he was the one that had to read it to Julian. The day that changed Julian’s life was the day that someone who shouldn’t of been had touched his book. Julian had set it down on a rock next to the river when another one of the people that he lived with walked up behind him. It was an teenage boy with a shallow face and thick black hair. He sneered down at the book and grabbed it before Julian could realize. Julian had started to react harshly, pounding at the boy for the book back. But the boy kept his taunt up, and hovered his book high above Julian’s head. A heat bubbled beneath Julian’s skin. His eyelids started to twitch, as did his finger tips. His breath was loud as he started to breathe different. Then it happened. All at once, the teenage boy was blown off of his feet, there was a shout of sparks, and the book went flying. Julian had not known what he’d done, but knew that whatever it was, was completely foreign to him. He didn’t know what to do, as the passerby stared at him. He quickly grabbed up his things and scattered away, back to where Darby was under the streets. Running through the drains, Julian shouted for him, ready to turn the corner and find him: he wasn’t there. Perplexed, Julian quickly turned on the spot, but was stopped by a mass. It was Darby, and he had a smirk on his face.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to figure that one out. . .”

”Pardon?” Julian’s English was still a little shaky.

“I’ve known ever since I met you, Julian. You’re not normal, by any means. Can you imagine surviving down here like you do without stealing, and still being alive?”

”Alive?”

“ vivant” Julian’s face changed.

His French accent was strong, “Known what, Darby? I’m alive because of other people helping me. . .”

“Non, mon Petite Julian. Vous êtes une sorcière”

The rest of the days Julian and Darby were together, Darby had tried to let Julian grasp the fact that he was a wizard. Darby himself told Julian that he had attended a school of Wizardry called Hogwarts, but Julian obviously wouldn’t believe him. Darby explained how that was why he wanted Julian to learn English more than just, “because”. He was going to need it if he were going. Finally the day came that Julian got his letter. Him and Darby traveled to London and Darby tapped into some funds for Julian to get his school supplies. Saying goodbye wasn’t easy for Julian. The train ride was hard enough. Julian was thrust into a whole new world that he couldn’t of even dreamed up. Wonderland was only a book. Slowly, over time, Julian finally realized that he was just another Alice, exploring just another wonderland.

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Julian returned to Paris the next summer to find no Darby. He returned to England and searched for days. Finally, a bit of information led him back to Paris, where he discovered that Darby didn’t make the winter. Julian was forced to go back into foster care.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, Bird, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.[/color][/blockquote]

[Lily Evans]

Oh gosh, we are so, so, SO sorry for taking so long with this Birdie! Buuut Julian is...[awesome] and...

accepted and will be joining gryffindor

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