Fusrodah

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TRIGGER WARNING: DRUG ABUSE/DRUG ADDICTION/OVERDOSE .ama::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 5px; } .ama::-webkit-scrollbar-track { background-color: #fff; } .ama::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background-color: #e59277; } .ama { background-color: #fff; border: #eee solid 1px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; color: #000; } .amatitle { padding: 20px; background-color: #e59277; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #fff; } .amafields1 { padding: 10px; background-color: #e59277; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fff; } .amafields2 { padding: 10px; background-color: #e59277; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fff; margin-top: 1px; } Julian Giovanni De Angelo   face claim: James Franco canon name: Dionysus associations: Wine, vegetation, fertility, ritual madness, wild frenzy, ecstasy, pleasure, theater alias: Jules age / apparent age: 23 zodiac: Scorpio date of birth: 10/26/1976 place of birth: Seattle, Washington, USA pronouns: He, Him, His sexuality: Heterosexual moral alignment: Chaotic Evil character traits: Treacherous, Callous, Manipulative, Impulsive, vulnerable, Envious, Selfish, Heedless, Creative, Artistic, Ostentatious world views: Questions authority and lives by his own set of moral principles. His attitude toward the world is that life and our existence are meaningless and inconsequential, so may as well do whatever you want for whatever time you have on earth. His faith in, and regard for, humanity is nonexistent, with the exception of his son and the mother to his son, despite regular, heated conflict with the latter and the emotional/mental abuse he commits toward her. physical attributes: Full, pouty lips; very prominent cheekbones, with gaunt cheeks; a incredibly sharp jawline and pointed chin; messy, dark brown natural hair, sometimes dyed a bold color dependent on his mood; rich, warm brown eyes, beneath a prominent brow bone; hooded eyelids; 5’11”; lean/slim, but physically fit, with noticeably defined/chiseled abs, chest, back and arms; broad, wide shoulders. musical taste: Big beat, electronica, trip hop; The Prodigy, The Chemical Brothers, Fatboy Slim, Moby, The Crystal Method, Basement Jaxx, Cut La Roc, Groove Armada, Daft Punk, Propellerheads aesthetic: Manic panic hair dye, skate brand t-shirts/hoodies/jackets (Thrasher, Alien Workshop, Toy Machine, Spitfire, No Fear), graphic t-shirts (sometimes layered over a long sleeve shirt), white t-shirts, chain wallets, Vans, Adidas, sneakers, Oakley sunglasses, baggy jeans/Dickies/cargo pants/shorts, camouflage pants, netted or mesh skin tight shirts, choker necklaces/chains with a lock pendant, multiple rings, tongue piercing, dark colors. lifestyle: With skateboarding and snowboarding being his favorite pastimes (he impressively excels at both, as well as soccer, and often shows off), he’s extremely consumed by the skateboard culture and a carefree, dangerous lifestyle. His nights and early mornings are often spent at raves, partaking in very heavy drug use/abuse, while the daytime hours are spent trying to nurse the after effects, possibly by doubling down or smoking some marijuana. Definitively, his lifestyle is defined by reckless abandon. occupation: Drug Dealer / Entrepreneur class: Upper Class genealogy: Lucas De Angelo, Son, Age 4 Matteo De Angelo, Father Victoria De Angelo, Mother BIOGRAPHY: Julian Giovanni De Angelo; the first two names were not that special at the time of his birth, but the De Angelo name carried a lot more weight. His father a feared and revered mafia boss, his mother a dutiful home maker, Julian wasn't lost for a pampered upbringing. He was treated with respect—way too much respect for a child—and a single tear to his eye could mean literal deaths. His father loved only three things: his mafia, Julian and his wife, in that order. He made sure to show Julian that as he showered him with gifts and affection. Julian got caught in his first felony at the age of fourteen. He'd got into a fight with a couple older boys and had stabbed one of them with a pocketknife, leading the boy then to undergo surgery, and the family to press charges. The case never reached juvenile court, however, his father having settled it outside of trial. But that was the first time Julian had felt his father's wrath. He'd been caned and admonished, shunned into a room with no lights or windows for twenty four hours, but that punishment wouldn’t do. With his actions, Julian had forced his father—a mafia leader—to apologize to some lowly blue collar worker. There was nothing Julian could do to make his father forget the humiliation and shame. The event had changed Julian exponentially, and he started to slip into heavy drug use. He popped pills, hired hookers and often went on benders that lasted weeks. He went from skateboarding to soccer to partying, and he repeated the process ‘till it numbed him completely. He lost the ability to feel anything, taking life as a mere slideshow of black and white images that he had to sit through until the reel ended. This was until he met her. It was completely by chance, the way Emma came into his life. He'd been out to get some Cola when he'd spotted her in the same store. He hadn't believed in any of the "love at first sight" nonsense, but it was tough to argue this time. She was stunningly beautiful, absolutely peerless in that regard, but beyond that she carried herself with a grace that he'd seldom seen with anyone before, especially so young. He spoke to her, struck up a conversation, and soon enough they started dating. He'd been addicted to the pills and the drink, but for once something else seemed to take center-stage; a new drug and addiction. The world found just a bit of its lost color again. Julian was almost entirely off drugs when Emma told him she was pregnant, him then being 17 years of age, turning 18, while she was 15. He'd been shocked, and it wasn't the bad kind. Now he knew two other lives depended on him. He dropped the drink too, trying to start his own skateboarding equipment and apparel business while getting through college. He'd grown distant from his family, but he still owned some assets which continued his steady stream of money flowing in. He did, however, want to stand on his own two legs. And it seemed things were taking a turn for the good, right until they weren't. A couple of his friends had come home from overseas, and he'd been out to celebrate. He refused to drink, but convinced otherwise, he began downing shots. Round after round after round, he was getting loaded. Then, they moved onto sterner stuff. It'd been so long since he last took to the needle, and it'd seem this time would be his last. A miscalculation due to an addled brain led him to OD, dying there in that private club with a needle in his arm. That'd be his end—killed by his own vice... That was until he mysteriously rose back to life, once again. It's now been approximately four years since that day and he's returned for his love. And things might never be the same. PLATONIC: Julian is not one for friendships. He's been hurt in the past far too much for him to trust easy, but if he does trust someone, it's absolute. He's an "all-in or nothing" type of guy. ANTAGONISTIC: Upon his return, he finds himself an adversary to anyone who refuses to fall in line with his own selfish wishes and desire for pleasure. In particular, you can expect him to develop pure hate and loathing for who he feels has taken what belongs to him, thus taking away what gave him happiness. Furthermore, he doesn’t take kindly at all to betrayal, either, so pity to whoever he feels has turned their back on him, for he can be extremely vengeful and merciless. ROMANTIC: If it happens it happens. He isn't actively looking, having other motivations and choosing to live his second chance at life with the absolute freedom to do whatever he pleases. But at the same time, he isn't going to shun it either. If it develops naturally, then he's all in. For now, however, he still has his eyes and his reanimated beating heart locked to one woman only: Emma De Angelo. OTHER: Hit me up for anything else, I’m very open minded and willing to collaborate. no triggers, 23, awst (UTC+8), discord (fusrodah#7822)