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Full Character Name: Julian Clyde St. James

Character Birthday & Age: 24 September 1992, 16
City & Country of Birth: Truro, Cornwall, England
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Pureblood
House & Year: Slytherin Fifth Year

Wand:

Made of bendy with the shaft bent to the left, the narrow thirteen inch wand has an Ashwinder Ash core. It was purchased for him as an early ‘you got into Hogwarts’ gift from a ‘friend’ of his mother’s.

Physical Description:

Jules learned early on that appearance was everything. If you didn’t come off strong and sure of yourself, it was hard to change a person’s first impression. He could thank his aunt for that piece of advice, when she dressed him up like her own personal doll. And the photos confirming such debauchery still make him laugh.

However, it was expected that he look the part of a young St. James, and could even be said to look presentable even when he tried to look drab. Accessories make or break you, and with his wide arrange of hats, scarves, glasses and bandanas, he has little to break. His favorite accessory to wear, should he be so honest, is a tie. Even the ones forced in the school uniform he feels he pulls off well. Perhaps it’s slightly egotistical, but he feels it makes him more of a man, done up tight and high or loosened up and cockeyed. Because let’s face it, at sixteen, he needs every little boost of confidence to make him come across as smooth as he tries.

As a growing boy, having shot up a good five inches over the holidays, he is compensating by eating everything in sight, but with a delicacy struck upon him from fine dining practices of pureblooded expectations. With the occasional bone pain, he takes the height gain in stride. Though still average, around five ten or eleven, he expects a few more growth spurts before he’s done. His legs far exceed his torso, and he believes it is only a sign that he should stick to running on his feet than soaring through the air on a broom—though he enjoys listening to Quidditch… sometimes.

He’s quite excited about the fuzz that grows on his face, and while keeping to a very constricted clean look, he tries to wait days before shaving for some hope of a shadow. So far it’s minimal at best. He doesn’t shoot for a scruff look in any other way, though. His hands are manicured and well taken care of—for a young man who would enjoy spending a good deal of his time with wet clay, he feels if anything it makes his hands softer. He just makes sure they are scrubbed thoroughly afterwards.

As a taller, gangly type man, he fits into uncomfortable positions and finds them entertainingly relaxed. Startling people when you come out of a tiny area, or dropping down from a beam above their heads, helps people remember who you are. Do it with a smile, and they often will smile back. His worst posture point is his slouching—however many times he was told to sit up straight, it never seemed to sink in. If he’s in a chair, he’s likely leaned over the table, or resting with his hands or elbows on his knees. It’s just more comfortable. When he stands, he’ll lean or reposition himself so he’s not straight all the time. What’s the fun in life if you’re restricted from curves?

(Optional list)
Build/Body type: Slight muscle, lean, tall
Estimated Height/Weight: 5’10-11
Hair color: Brunette
Eye color: Hazel
Skin color: Fair, easily burnt
First Impression: Double take
Any odd/outstanding features?: Mole on right side of chin

Personality Description:

Some find it hard to read Jules, with the way he often looks at the world. Often people take his stare as vacant or irritated, when really it’s his imagination overworking, his mind over thinking, and often his fingers itching for something to do. Then something will come to mind, or someone will say something he finds entertaining, and a little smirk will slide out.

Though he’s learned to tone it down as he’s gotten older, growing up as the only grandchild (so far) to Nicolas and Grace St. James left the young man little room for others stealing his attention. His greed for approval has perhaps lessened in his slow maturity, though he finds an uncomfortable dig when others get attention he might have felt was more justified to him. Sharing is caring, though, and he doesn’t mind doing that. As long as it’s equal, he doesn’t feel the rub.

More times than not, he’ll let bygones be bygones, and let his feelings go away in the pursuit compromise, or when it’s not necessary, to letting it go and sparing his relationships. Sometimes people find him irritating; he’d prefer to laugh something off than cause a big scene—arguments aren’t his thing. As a self proclaimed defender of peace, Julian can be found lazing around outside, offering a difference of opinion from beyond the fight, attempting to quell angry words. Very rarely does he let something get to him, though sometimes he will have an outburst of unexpected rage.

He is growing up, however, and allowed to be silly and childish. Growing up in a beautiful family left him with ideals for what he should look for. He is a bit sheepish but acknowledges he likes what he likes—some say he’s shallow. Still, he’s not discriminatory against his fellow classmates, and finds anyone with an easy smile easy to flirt with. He thinks it’s important to be playful and perky to keep life lighthearted.

History:

Though his mother was a caring woman, what she cared for changed day by day. First, she was completely in love with Julian’s father. Next, she was absolutely in love with being pregnant. Then she was done with it all, and on to the next thing that glittered as it sauntered by. Nicholas talked of her briefly, when asked, and often explained she was a trinket on his shelves of conquests. She sent owl’s on important occasions… or sometimes a couple days late. Still, Julian understood his mum, and accepted her flighty nature—she passed it on, after all.

Still, he did not have a sad childhood. He was kept busy with family and family friends. His aunt was close enough in age that for a while, at least, she was his playmate, as well as other cousins. He also had the luxury of never wanting for anything. From being the only child of Nicholas to the only grandchild of both his father and mother’s parents, and the only nephew for his fellow aunt and uncles to [sometimes] dote on, the poor boy was spoiled. It took him time to figure out that he didn’t get everything he wanted right away, however.

One of the times his mother stopped in to see him, before going off on one of her many holidays, she brought with her an interesting contraption. Within a few days of testing it out, they had concocted a very poorly made, lopsided vase. Still, it bred an interest in the young boy that soon grew into an all out obsession. When he wasn’t busy playing around, running amuck, or reading, he’d spend time working on his skill of pottery, and later transforming it into any sort of sculpture he could do. His father let him have a room in the house to himself for his pastimes.

Hogwarts saw to a lot of his growing up. The idea of sharing a room was foreign, and bathing or dressing in front of others… was also different. Still, he was paired with like minded people, so all in all it wasn’t as traumatizing as he might have made it sound in his letters to his amused family. He also couldn’t keep to his passions as much, for fear of being singled out and made fun of. He worked with clay and different forms of rock at school, but kept them to himself mostly. When others watched Quidditch matches, he would sit in the back and twiddle with something. He was quite social, of course, but preferred to be one of the ones in the back of the group rather than forefront.

Keeping up on his studies is sometimes a challenge, the older he gets. Now it’s all about the O.W.L.’s, and it’s quite frustrating to him—so much hung on their results! Still, he did his coursework like a good little boy and had hopes for decent marks, at the very least.   

How Do You Fit Into Your House?:

It’s more his way of doing things, and the way he gets them done, that makes him a fit for Slytherin. Or perhaps it is his lack of fitting in to the others that makes it perfect. He’s not brave and stupid, he’s not overly nice and naïve, and he’s not a social recluse. But he believes in coming out on top, and uses quite a few means to do so, though he does attempt to be as nice as possible about it. He’d feel a little bad for putting someone else down while putting himself on top.

Writing Sample:

A slow sigh escaped him as he shifted slightly from his hiding spot. Leaning forward on the beam, his legs that had hung down on either side were pulled up as he grunted, forcing himself farther forward as he rested his thighs on the support, his lower legs up in the air and crossed nonchalantly at the ankles. He rested his toes against the unmoving wall and focused more intently on what he was doing. Using the angle, he pressed his thumb deeper into the ‘mouth’ of what he was creating, hoping to give it some life before he fired it and painted it.

Listening slightly to the noise below, and then hearing the tiny pebble that scattered over the area in front of him, he let out another sigh, though this one was undoubtedly shorter. “What?” It was quick and slightly pointed, though not angry. Glancing down, leaning slightly to the side, he raised an eyebrow at his mates. “Besides pestering me, what else are you good for?” Grinning to himself, he heard their remarks before stashing the little snake farther up the rafter beam—something to continue later.

Pushing himself up slightly, he gripped the side and swung his legs over, easing himself down until he had his lower half below the beam. Then it was a quick drop until it was just his hands gripping the beam, and a quip for them to watch themselves before he dropped the next few feet. Standing back up and dusting himself off, he gave one of them a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Yes, let’s go. I’m sure we can find something pretty to gawk at on the way.”

Sum up your character in one paragraph:

Though he doesn’t like violence, and would prefer finding ways out of an argument rather than stay in them, Julian is not one to back away and give in. He likes to be number one, and realizes that sometimes it takes a little more than polite words and lack of confrontation. He’s still trying to figure himself out—what he wants in life, what kind of person he is, what he believes in and why it all matters. Might as well have fun while on his life journey with a good group of friends and a castle full of mischief.