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Basic Information MainRules Application Message Board The Families The AesiersThe Boscalettis The Bowers The Hazels Credits Aethereality.netStock Xchng Hybrid-Genesis.com |
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Julian Drake BoscalettiStatus: Brother of Amelia Boscaletti Age: Twenty-four Marital Status: Single. Children: None. Height: 6'2". Weight: 195 lbs. Markings: Small, matching angelic wing tattoos on the insides of both wrists. An odd, runic-type scrawl tattooed in black in a line just below his navel. No notable scars. Piercings: None. Medical Conditions: A mild depressive, Julian sometimes finds himself spiraling down into self-deprecation, self-doubt and masochism. Special Ability: Black Magic. Bio: What was there for a spoiled rotten boy to do in the Boscaletti family? Well, he didn't need to worry about being the Master of the House. That was all Amelia's bag. No, no... To be totally honest, he... really didn't need to do much. He got the benefit of being a noble, not to mention being filthy rich, with no real responsibility to show for it. So, what does one in his position do? He parties. Julian Drake Boscaletti was your consummate hedonist. A playboy in every sense of the words, he enjoys the lighter side of things. Loud parties, mixed company and women with... loose morals. These were the things that made Julian tick. And tick he did. In fact, it wasn't very foreign for the second child of Donovan and Leonatta Boscaletti to stay awake for days on end, going from party to party (where, might I add, he was often the life of them), only to return to the family home and hold his own celebration right then and there. Then, there was the aftermath. He'd often sleep for entire days, then not recall his actions the night before. But, he wouldn't change his style for the world. Julian had no shortage of people around him at any given time. Granted, many, if not all, of them were attracted by his money, charm and good looks. But, did he care? Not in the least. For him, if he had a bottle of wine in one hand and a woman on his other arm, he was having a good night. And, he very rarely had a bad night. Now, this picture that was just painted might have you believing that Julian was a boor beyond compare. Au contraire! Any woman who ended up in his bed on a given night knew some basic ground rules. One, whatever happened that night, didn't necessarily mean that there'd be any sort of commitment involved. Two, should they ask him to stop, he'd stop without question. And, three, if the woman already had a significant other, Julian was -not- interested. Julian was raised mainly by his mother, Leonatta. As such, he'd developed his own sort of respect for women, despite his playboy persona. But, honestly, all of that playboy junk was a front. Those who knew the reality of Julian, how he was in his heart, knew that to be true. Even Amelia probably knew him as just a male slut. He kept his compassionate side close to the vest. But, if you asked any of his younger siblings, they would most likely know that Julian was the type of man who would go to hell and back for his family, without asking anything in return. At heart, Julian was a quiet, deep, and compassionate man who was far, far more insecure than he lets on. Most didn't know of Julian's gifts. That was because, just like his true face, he played his abilities close to the vest. He was a practitioner of the Black arts, twisting the elements to his own whims. Though, unlike most, his proficiency doesn't come from study and practice. No. Julian shuns those practices. Julian's magic is raw, untamed and violent. As such, it should come as no surprise that it normally doesn't get utilized until one raises his ire. Still, many say that Julian has more control over his abilities than he lets on. Even more say that the odd scrawl of a tattoo that ran along his stomach, just below his navel, had some sort of arcane meaning. If those people were correct, Julian didn't let on. As usual, he played it close to the vest. And, if anyone asked? Well, he'd just offer out his bottle of wine, grin his cheshire grin, introduce the lady on his arm, and vanish. Playboy indeed.Out of Character Name: Michael Screen Name: stunnedseraph Email: [email protected] PB: Bailey. Journal Link: Cheshire Romeo Website: None. Copyrights & Credits Site Name © Requiem |
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