Post by Julian Olmeda on Oct 5, 2022 8:05:55 GMT -5
Full Name: Julián David Olmeda
Nickname/Alias: Jay, Pyrofucker
Age/Date Of Birth: 11th of november 1975 (Physically 26 years old)
Race: Human
Occupation: Investigating journalist, kind of
Species Group: Witch
Play-By: Galvin Leatherwood
Abilities
Pyrokinesis - The ability to manipulate and generate fire is one of Julians strongest abilities, but also the one with the closest tie to his emotions. When he is upset, the fire becomes stronger and he has a harder time to control it. But with self control he has excellent capability to manipulate it and steer it in wanted direction.
Spell Casting - The power to change and control events through the use of incantations and/or ritualistic gestures. Julian can access various supernatural powers via spells such as:
- Elemental Manipulation - Although fire is usually his choice of element, Julian has the ability to control and manipulate all four elements. He is still practicing this ability, and so after fire, air is the second strongest. Earth and water can be accessed when turning to black magic.
- Illusions - Julian power to alter the senses of others to perceive a false reality. Controlling all five senses, he can make his target experience whatever he wants them to. It can be used as a tool to paralyze a person, as well as giving them a serenity in situations when needed. Foremost, it's a way to manipulate a persons mind. When casted under the spell, Julian can also emote and control a persons emotions to some degree, making the illusion experienced more real.
- Immobilization - The power to immobilize a person in place through a spell is used through a snap of his finger.
- Memory Manipulation - By entering a person mind, Julian has the power to take away, recreate and place false memories. The ability requires a lot of energy and focus from him, and can only be performed when his target isn't fighting him. Therefore, it's used when he has immobilized the person both physically and mentally.
- Telekinesis - Julian has power to move mediumsized objects and persons through mental influence.
Potion Brewing - The power to brew and concoct potions, remedies and elixirs that have supernatural properties.
Degenerate cells – Through the power of controlling a persons mind, Julian has learnt how to change the manipulate the structur of neurons. Although this power isn't fully developed yet, he has conducted it on other cells in his own body as well. That is how he has kept his young apperance and isn't aging. When this power is fully developed, he would be able to change the structure and function of any cell.
Black magic - After a deal with the crossroad demon Xenatas, he enpowers his withcraft through black magic when needed. It makes him very powerful, and is conducted from a place of evil and hatred. Julian knows that doing so might eventually change him, but the magic works almost like a drug. The more he uses it, the more he craves it.
Items
His grandmothers locket - Given to him at birth, the locket is where he harvests his black magic from.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Fire - Both as an ability and in general. He's drawn to it, like a moth to the flame. It sothes him.
❤ A good story - His occupation is, yes, a cover up for his true intentions, but Julian does like to follow a trail and lay the puzzle of a story.
❤ Getting his way - It's either that or the high way. He loves success.
❤ Fear in others - Over the years, Julians have grown to love the fright and terror in those around him. It makes him feel powerful
❤ His powers
❤ Cigarettes - Julian is a chainsmoker. It helps him focus when working late night on articles and wakes him up in the morning.
❤ Progressive metal - Is there any other way to enjoy music? With Dreamtheare and Opeth being two of his favourite bands, he could blast any speaker with their guitar riffs.
❤ Sex - It is the only way he shares intimacy with another person.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ His past - Call it running, but Julian mention his past to anyone.
✗ Kids - After the death of Alicia and Adelio, he can't even look upon a kid and be reminded of what he ones lost.
✗ Emotions - It has taken a lot for Julian to learn how to control his emotions, and therefore, he hates them. They make him feel weak.
✗ People (who thinks he needs salvation) - Every once in a while, he meets people who thinks he needs saving. And in general, he doesn't like people.
✗ Himself - Not only the person he has become. Julian was taught from a young age to do so.
✗ Heroes - Every story has one.. And in his story, they get punished.
✗ Art - And the pretentious crap around it.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ To loose his powers and become insignificant
☬ For dark magic to consume him
☬ To be betrayed by Xenatas
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To find his father - It is the only thing that holds value to him, right now
★ Reunite with Lennox - Yet not sure for what reason. To try and convince Lennox to forgive him, or to kill him?
★ To find Annalise
★ To find Annalise
Personality: Just like every story has a protagonist, there is also the antagonist. Julian has the typical story and personality to fit the mould. It's a label he doesn't shy away from; In fact, the strive to do just that is probably stronger than the traits themselves. Julian is the perfect gentleman at first glance: Charming and polite, with that little hint of mischief buried right underneath the surface. He listens animatedly to the people he meets with immaculate interest. At the same time, he's well-behaved and treats the person with respect. Well, if so could be said for his behaviour. And it's a good fasade, to enclose the people he meets in a false comfort or security. Either for the sake of it, or because he has an agenda. Julian doesn't enjoy interactions or the connection with another person. It's only a tool to get what he wants and it should not be mistaken for anything else. And in that manipulation, he's no stranger of using his abilities, if the situation requires them.
Only when Julian has gotten what he wants, does he show the his arrogance and despise. Sometimes it's with a hint of mischief, other time he can be straight up disagreeable. One thing is for sure: He gives everyone the cold shoulder. Julian acts as if he would be better than everyone else, shown by downgrading a person as well as being incredibly proud. Sometimes, if he's in the mood, he does so with a grumpy face. Others not. Yes, it is meant to push people away because there's no else he trusts rather than himself. Independecy isn't the right way to describe him though; For someone dependent on a crossroad demons desires he has learnt to accept it, and learnt to accept the vicious acts that comes with it. He is selfish and will put himself before everyone and anyone. And it has changed him. Because even if Julian can appear as collected and in control of his own emotions, he's not.
There's a growing darkness of the man. One that is fuel by his own hatred of the world, his memories and for himself. It burns within him like a flame and in the worst of days, bursts out in a bad temper. Not that Julian is aware of it anymore: At this point, it has become a part of him rather than a battle within. He fears it though. He fears what it means and what he can become if he doesn't stop it. What he is capable of. But the desire for power, for control, is better than the contrary, his emotions. Well, it's not only negative. Instead of pitying himself, he uses it for his ambitions. Julian is extremly determinded and would use any means necessary to get his way. It, of course, leaves him with a resilience both within himself but also outer stimuli. But he's also vicious and not afraid of hurting others.
The question one might ask: Is there anything left of the humble, quiet, caring and insecure ravenhaired boy? Some days in his solitude, when the memories from his past makes an apperance, does he feel the vurnerability of his deep cuts within. But those occasions are rare and if seeing them, could end up in as much rage as sorrow. Maybe, there's a salvation for Julian, one that he doesn't want himself. To pierce through the thick layers of protection and reach his core. If it's possible, is yet to be determinded.
Only when Julian has gotten what he wants, does he show the his arrogance and despise. Sometimes it's with a hint of mischief, other time he can be straight up disagreeable. One thing is for sure: He gives everyone the cold shoulder. Julian acts as if he would be better than everyone else, shown by downgrading a person as well as being incredibly proud. Sometimes, if he's in the mood, he does so with a grumpy face. Others not. Yes, it is meant to push people away because there's no else he trusts rather than himself. Independecy isn't the right way to describe him though; For someone dependent on a crossroad demons desires he has learnt to accept it, and learnt to accept the vicious acts that comes with it. He is selfish and will put himself before everyone and anyone. And it has changed him. Because even if Julian can appear as collected and in control of his own emotions, he's not.
There's a growing darkness of the man. One that is fuel by his own hatred of the world, his memories and for himself. It burns within him like a flame and in the worst of days, bursts out in a bad temper. Not that Julian is aware of it anymore: At this point, it has become a part of him rather than a battle within. He fears it though. He fears what it means and what he can become if he doesn't stop it. What he is capable of. But the desire for power, for control, is better than the contrary, his emotions. Well, it's not only negative. Instead of pitying himself, he uses it for his ambitions. Julian is extremly determinded and would use any means necessary to get his way. It, of course, leaves him with a resilience both within himself but also outer stimuli. But he's also vicious and not afraid of hurting others.
The question one might ask: Is there anything left of the humble, quiet, caring and insecure ravenhaired boy? Some days in his solitude, when the memories from his past makes an apperance, does he feel the vurnerability of his deep cuts within. But those occasions are rare and if seeing them, could end up in as much rage as sorrow. Maybe, there's a salvation for Julian, one that he doesn't want himself. To pierce through the thick layers of protection and reach his core. If it's possible, is yet to be determinded.
Traits
Positives (At Least 3):✧ Charming✧ Determinded✧ Prolemsolver✧ Intelligent✧ ResilientNegatives (At Least 3):✦ Manipulative✦ Arrogant✦ Vicious✦ Proud✦ Selfish
Parents: Mother Ines Olmeda, father unknown
Siblings: None (that he knows of)
Other Family: His adoptive family
Lennox Autcher - Former best friend and adoptive brother
Norah and Cornelius Auchter - His adoptive parents
Jacqueline and Iain Auchter - Adoptive siblings
Important Others: Annalise Spade - The one he love(d)
History:
”Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here” – Sue Monk Kidd
On a late november night in 1974, as one of the last babies being born that day, Julian saw the first light of life. It was a stormy one, dark and unforgiving, one that almost had his mother deliver the baby at home. Every child deserve to be brought into a home of love but cruel enough the world doesn’t work that way. And so was the case for the small, dark haired boy. Nurses was surprised he was born somewhat healthy; With his mother being an addict, he suffered from abstinence, but other than that he seemed physically fine. Maybe if he’d been born ahead of his time social services would’ve arranged new parents, but Ines swore she was getting clean and after two weeks in the hospital he followed her home. Who his real father was, was unknown. It was no secret how his mother financed her addiction. He could’ve been anyone along the way, and her boyfriend at the time was not happy about her going through the pregancy. Aiden swore that he would never consider the boy his own, but in his own wicked way he loved Ines, and he stayed with her.
Julian quickly learned he was worthless. Ines was abscent in mind and body. It could take hours before she noticed him crying, days for a diaper to get changed and some days, he collapsed of exhaustion. The older he became, the more freedom Aiden took to ”discipline” him, by physical and mental abuse. Some days it was a slap or two, others a punsch on enclosed bodyparts. When he was drunk but not enough to pass out on the sofa was the worse though, as he strangled the boy to suffication. And the little boy did everything he could to make it better. He kept the secret. He listened and wasn’t in the way. The isolation lead him to apathy, in which he found himself staring into the flame of burning cigarette or the lighter he once stole from his mum, wishing he was nice kid. If it wasn’t for Lennox and his family, Julian might’ve kept beliveing he was nothing.
It was by his 7th birthyear he met Lennox. Julian had taken his bike when Ines and Aiden laid passed out, and took a ride down to the nicer parts of San Benito, and found the other boy one year older boy playing by himself. It was something peculiar about Lennon and the way he made the leafs float in the air, and the careful Julian couldn’t resist but to approach him. The conversation was the beginning of a great friendship. With every given opportunity the two boys met eachother, until they became inseparable. Lennox had everything Julian didn’t; A loving family, confidence, good looks, humour and a good group of friends. Even if being one year younger Julian was invited into it, and for the first time in his life he felt.. Loved, and hopeful. The timid boy for once dared to take space, to be a bit mischevious and even pull off a prank or two. And as the years passed, he spent more and more time with Lennons family. His stepdad didn’t like how Julian started to stand up for himself, and one day, it lead to the event that would change his life. Aiden lost his temper and abused the kid until he was unrecognisable. By luck he managed to flee the scene. When he came to Lennons house, his parents made a decision. To take Julian away from his misery and adopt him as their own.
Norah and Cornelius Auchter was the parents of three, Jacqueline, Iain and Lennox, and the descendens of a long line of Witches from the Gaelic era. Their magic had been taught and inheritated for generations, and just like their parents did to them, they brought up their kids according to tradition. Lennon had never told Julian the families secret, bound by his promise not to. But being a part of the Auchters, it was only logical for Julian to go throught he same schooling. Unlike Lennon he wasn’t a natural. The boy was indeed a fast learner but had a hard time controlling his emotions, and the moment he faced setbacks he tended to give up, haunted by his past. But Norah and Cornelius didn’t give up on him, and slowly he progressed in his witchcraft. So did his relationship with Lennox, and by the point they became teenagers, the two boys were closer to one and another than anyone else. They were like brothers. It was by that time, Lennox met Annalise.
Julian hated the beautiful girl at first. Not only did she take all of Lennox attention, but she was also needy and obnixious. It seemed like everywhere she went all eyes was upon her and he couldn’t stand how it did the same to him. Lennox invited his girlfriend to everything they did, and truth to be told, Julian was jealous. The same could be said for Annalise who felt like Julian was too dependent on Lennox, would never leave them alone and always grumpy. When every encounter between the two ended in a fight, Lennox patience was over. It was either him, or their battle. It was probably the worse mistake he’d ever done. Both Julian and Annalise was broken souls, and found each other in their similairites. They grew a close bond and somewhere along the way, Julian found himself falling in love with her. He didn’t want to. After everything Lennox had done for him, he was a traitor, and he kept whatever emotions he had towards Annalise bottled up. And so it continued throughout highschool, up until graduation. Lennox got into Stanford, and with his move to the Eastcoast left the two behind. Julian, who had started to excell in witchcraft, wanted to continue his pursue to master it. Still, he missed his best friend, and the shy boy found comfort in Annalise. And that comfort grew into something much more.
The affair stayed hidden for a few years. Guilt ate him alive but his love for Annalise was too deep for him to stay away. It caused Julian to withdraw from the Autcher family and find alternative ways to practice witchcraft. More brutal rituals. Other, new ways to brew potions. And then he came across pyrokinsesis. Maybe it could’ve been substantial but Annalise became pregnant, with twins, one for each father. While the birth of the two children, Alicia Aucther with blonde locks and blue and and Adelio Olmeda with raven hair just like himself, caused Lennox to close himself of it did the opposite to Julian. He loved the two kids right from the start, the boy especially, even if it was followed by great sorrow. Lennox didn’t only take distance from the kids but did the same with Julian, all for explainable reasons. But the vurnerable young man wanted nothing more than to earn back his best friends trust and devotion, because without it, he was alone. And when Annalise decided to do the same, it sent Julian into a dangerous spiral. He closed himself off, not wanting to cause more harm, and found comfort in the world of magic, until a year later.
Annalise was diagnosed with cancer, a very progressive type with small chances of survival. When Julian found out the truth, he was determinded to save her to whatever price there was. The outcome was inevitable: In order to do so, he had to make her an immortal, with the help of black magic. Lennox tried to stop him, but with nothing to lose he made a deal with the crossroad demon Xenatas, to give him enough power to perform a immortality spell, in exchange for his soul. What a classic mistake to trust the wrong one. Julian found the little family hidden in a cabin in the deepest parts of Nebraska, and after disarming Lennox, he casted the spell. Yes, Annalise was cured, but Xenatas had other intentions and just a few weeks later, both Alicia and Adelio was taken away from them. Blinded by hatred, Julian confronted the demon, an emotion the Xenatas knew all to well how to use. Yes, Julian was stupid enough to try and fight him, with witchcraft powered by him. The demon saw the potential in the young man: Not that he was a natural talent. He was a broken soul, with no saftey net, with a darkness growing inside of him. A target to be manipulated and used. The demon offered him salvation. Acceptance, and to stop denying in inevitable. In exchange for letting his stupid misconduct slip, he would have to obey the order given when given. When staring death right into the eye, one might think you’d be brave.. But Julian accepted the offer.
Julian didn’t walk away empty handed. Xenatas probably knew what black magic would do to him and after already tasting it, he embraced it into his witchcraft and mind. The vurnerable yet warm spirit he once had turned selfish and cruel. He had always known he was rotten inside, unwanted and therefore, the fall wasn't long. It was only a matter of accepting himself. Even more so, after both Lennox and Annalise as well as the whole Auchter family turned their back on him. Maybe that was why he turned to his mother. To seek her comfort and approval once more. Aiden wasn’t happy about Julian started showing up at their doorstep, and some would call it vengence when he killed the man. His mother, high yet remorseful, told him about a secret he’d known his entire life. That his father wasn’t Aiden, and that she deep down knew who he was. But with solely a description given, Ines reached for a dagger and pushed it into her abdomen. Before he knew it, his mother bled to death in front of him. Deep down, the raven haired little boy was screaming. The man used the grief to harvest more from his deepest darkness. He made it his misson to find his father, a man who wasn’t a man, and in order to do so he faked his accomplishment and diploma to start working as a journalist. It fitted well with the responsability he had to shoulder from Xenatas; Every once and a while, he worked as his errand boy.
Torture, blackmailing, abuse and even strange disapearences was techniques he wasn’t afraid of using. Julina did what he could to gain needed information. Not only for his stories, but for his own selfish needs. He didn’t care that he tore apart families or traumatized children. In every kid he used to get to their parents he saw what he once had lost; Alicia and Adelio, and he hated them for it. Julian had become quite skilled in using his ability in pyrokinesis, and grew quite famous for it. Of course, his victims could never tell on him, since he always made sure to manipulate or erase their memories. And in those tracks, he eventually ended up here.
Alias: Mikki (but also sort of Stanley)
How did you find us?: Disboard
Experience: A lot of RP on Proboard as a kid, and about 2 years experience on Discord now
Other Characters: Ruby Harris, Emma Rose Serdyuk
RP Sample:
The hour wasn’t late, but the cloudy skies and drizzling rains caused the landscape to fall into its shadow. The chilly September breeze innocently played through the forrest leafs, and with the small drops of water wavering in the air, the sounds of Julians surroundings didn’t tattle of the alluring act. He had walked through the damp, soft soil for hours to reach the grey house, standing in contrast to its colourful vegetation. Despite the dull pain in his muscles, the determination helped him to block it, as he stepped into the yard. Quiet. It was all so quiet. Do they already know I’m here? Small drops of water released from his raven hair to runa long his face, forced by its weight to stay glued to his forehead. It was a daring contrast to the heat laying within, one that grew as he stopped in front of the porch. He knotted his fist and lifted it. As it slowly opened up in front of him, a small flame was revealed, one that quickly grew stronger to push away the darkness. A few years back, Julian would’ve hesitated. Even if it was a good lead, he also knew the woman was pregnant. He knew her husband was out of town, and that her four year old was most likely sleeping upstairs. Once upon a time, when there was still hope, the small grains of empathy he did feel could’ve stopped him.
Julian wasted no time after blasting the door open. Quick on his feet he ran up the stairs, and opened the first door. Empty. With the flame still burning inside the palm of his hand he lit up the room, and continued down the hall. Where is she? The man was no fool but he shook the suspicion out of mind, and opened the second door. In difference from the last one, a soft light was casted from a bedside lamp, and a small body was visable, tucked inside the warmth of the bed. Without a word he silently closed the distance, and stuck his hand under the blanket to grab a hold of a skinny, small arm. A gasp was heard as he pulled the light-weighted body out from it.
”I suggest you stay quiet.” He whispered into the little boys ear as grabbed a hold of him from behind, with Julians other hand now placed over his mouth. He could feel his small ribcage movements against his chest, quick and frenetic. How his body froze in his grip, and the small, whimpering sounds against his hand, just like the wetness of a tear ran along the other side of it.
”Where is your mum, Peter?” Julian hissed, and the little boy shook his head.
”This isn’t a game. Let me ask you one more time. Where is your mum?” He tried again, only this time, his voice was harsh. The boy shook his head once more, quicker this time, and let out a louder whimper. Yes, once upon a time Julian would’ve cared, only now he growled in dissatisfaction and dragged the little body out of the room.
He should’ve anticipated it. The orifice of the shotgun was directed towards him as he came down the stairs. Despite her large belly, her posture was straight with the edge of the gun securily resting on her shoulder, while two hands was placed underneath is, one finger holding the trigger. It was obvious that the women knew how to use her weapon, but even so, he could see the tremble in her legs and arms.
”Let him go!” The woman cried out. Despite the firmness in her words, her voice went up in falsetto right at the end of her words, as her vocal chords couldn’t keep her steady. The little boy in his arms started shaking as he started to cry more. Julian stopped on the last step of the stairs and held Peter as a shield in front of him, and bent down to hiss inside his ear.
”Be a good boy and tell your mum how much you want her to let go of the gun.” Julian lifted his hand from the boys mouth, and the shriek of his desperation filled the room.
”MUMMY! HELP ME MUMMY! I’m So.. So.. So.. Scared.” He sniffled. The womans face contoured, and she shallowed hard not to start crying herself.
”You stay strong, Peter. Can you do that for mummy?” Once more she tried to keep her voice steady, and the theatrics caused a smirk to grow upon Julians lips. With a snap of his fingers he ignited a flame on top of her index finger, and held it besides the boys head.
”Now, wouldn’t it be a shame.. If someone would get hurt, Denise?” He moved the flame closer to the boy, and due to the heat, he cried out in panic.
”Don’t you fucking dare!” Denise yelled, and took one step forward. Instantly, Julian moved his finger closer to the boy.
”Wrong answer.” He could hear the crackling sound of the flame reaching the boy’s thin hair upon his cheek, and he cried out once more.
”I want my mummy..” He started sobbing, big tears running down his cheeks only to amplify the sound of the little fire.
”You know what I’m here for, don’t you? I’m sure your husband has already warned me of my arrival.” He paused. ”You took something that didn’t belong to you. Tsk tsk, cheeky Denise. So how about you drop the gun and give it back?” Julians voice was calm, too calm for the situation given. Like he was enjoying the moment. And as he saw the womans eye flicker, the tremble moving to the pipe of her shotgun, he couldn’t help but to smirk. ”As you wish.”
The flesh of the little boys cheek curled up as the flame hit it. Julians nostrils was filled with the small of burnt meat, one he knew all to well, and had learnt to love. The boy writhed and screamed in pain in his arm, and Julian held him harder to keep the precision of his damage. Denise, who had done what she could to stay strong, started to cry as her son yelled out for her. HELP ME! MUM! MUUM! AAAH! She shook her head.
”Denise..” Julian said in a rather melodic voice, and pushed the flame deeper into the burnt flesh. ”I’ll count to three. Okay? One.. Two..” His eyes turned more intense, and he opened his hand with his palm facing the boy.
”STOP!” She dropped the gun, and fell down to her knees. ”Please.. I beg you.. Stop.. Don’t hurt him.. Dont kill him..” Julian did what he was told. How much didn’t he enjoy that sound. The pleading.
”Good girl.” He said in a satisfied, dark voice. The boy went limp inside his arms, most likely to the pain and panic. ”So, the knife?” Julian continued.
”I.. I..” She stuttered, and crawled one step closer to him. ”I don’t have it..”
”Oh?” Julian raised a brow.
”My husband.. He took it with him..” She sniffled, and heavy in her limps, Denise tried to get closer to Julian. The witch, on the other hand, let the little body fall to the floor before he raised to his feet.
”So it’s not here?” He said, colder than before, more stern. If there was something he didn’t like, it was his plan not working out as he had expected. And with the annoyance filling his core, his dark eyes held the woman as she reached her son and scoop him into her arm. She wrapped them around the boy and nustled her face into his blond her, her hand caressing the other side of his head almost frenetically.
”Please Julian.. Have mercy..” She said as she started to softly cry. ”I don’t want my boys to die…” She paused. ”I don’t want to die..” With those words, she grabbed the edge of his pants, while her green eyes desperately found his.
”But what use do I have of you alive, Denise?” Julian answered coldly and lifted his hand, to face its palm towards her. ”What a shame..”
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