down the dark avenues, but besides all the stardom, all we got was blues. but through all the sorrow we were riding high โ and the truth of the matter is i never let you go. we were scanning the cities, walking to greater dues, but besides all the glamour all we got was bruised.
steven yeun. 35. demiboy. he/they. homoromantic homosexual & sagittarius. โพ *๏พ is that julian courville-mae ( AKA: kismet ) behind the mask? whenever i see the sleeper agent for the silent death & owner of the curiosity shop in pigalle, i think of dead of night by orville peck. rumor has it they are brilliant & undaunted, but crafty & meddlesome can be their fatal flaws. what their neighbors in rolling skulls trailer park call them is the quixotic.
full bio is here.
โฅ หโน BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Juwon โJulianโ Courville-Mae.
NICKNAME(S): Jules.
PREFERRED NAME(S): Julian/Jules.
BIRTH DATE: November 27th.
AGE: 35.
ZODIAC: Sagittarius.
GENDER: Demiboy.
PRONOUNS: He/They.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homoromantic.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual.
LIVING CONDITIONS: Trailer in Rolling Skulls Trailer Park.
โฅ หโน BACKGROUND
PLACE OF BIRTH: Paris, France.
HOMETOWN: Lille, France.
EDUCATION LEVEL: College dropout.
FATHER: Emile Courville.
MOTHER: Alicia Mae.
SIBLING(S): Haerin Mae-Navai, Cyrek Fawn, Atticus Villanelle, Annaki Pallas-Dexicos, & Isidore Courville.
CHILDREN: Adopted younger brother, Isidore Courville, age 11.
โฅ หโน OCCUPATION & INCOME
PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Sleeper agent for the Silent Death.
SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Owner of the Curiosity Shop.
CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: He likes running a store more than being a contracted killer.
SPENDING HABITS: Food and toys for his Birman cats Jingle and Jane.
MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Adoption certificate for his brother.
โฅ หโน PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS
FACE CLAIM: Steven Yeun.
EYE COLOR: Brown.
HAIR COLOR: Black.
HEIGHT: 5โฒ9.
WEIGHT: 135lbs.
BUILD: Average.
TATTOOS: Regrettably, Kanye lyrics on his inner forearm.
PIERCINGS: None.
MARKS/SCARS: Improperly healed, jagged scar on upper left cheek from a fall during a seizure when he was younger.
NOTABLE FEATURES: Always wearing band aids from their cats scratching them.
USUAL EXPRESSION: Daydreaming.
CLOTHING STYLE: Casual, unless at work, then tie-dye shirts and cargo pants with bucket hats.
JEWELRY: Wrists chock full of bracelets.
ALLERGIES: Dogs.
PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Epilepsy; receiving treatment for atonic seizures and has a pacemaker implanted under his skin to help counteract arrhythmias.
โฅ หโน PSYCHOLOGY
JUNG TYPE: ENTP.
ENNEAGRAM TYPE: 8 [Challenger]
MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral.
TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine.
MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: None.
OBSESSION(S): Running their shop, their cats, keeping notes on everything.
ADDICTION(S): None.
DRUG USE: None.
ALCOHOL USE: Occasional.
PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: If warranted.
โฅ หโน MANNERISMS
SPEECH STYLE: Casual.
ACCENT: French.
HOBBIES: 3D printing and design, archery, hiking.
HABITS: Talking to himself.
NERVOUS TICKS: Flexing hands/cracking knuckles.
POSITIVE TRAITS: Friendly, Good-natured, Passionate, & Alert.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Disruptive, Wishful, Scheming, & Intrusive.
SENSE OF HUMOR: Self-deprecating.
โฅ หโน FAVORITES
ACTIVITY: Taking their brother out on adventures.
ANIMAL: Pygmies.
BEVERAGE: Cafรฉ noisette.
COLOR: Sky blue.
FOOD: Fish soup.
BOOK: The Chronicles of Narnia.
FLOWER: Gladiolus.
GEM: Lapis lazuli.
HOLIDAY: Bastille Day.
MOVIE: 2001: A Space Odyssey.
MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Walking.
SCENERY: Paris skyline.
SCENT: Mint.
SPORT: None.
WEATHER: Clear skies.
VACATION DESTINATION: Seoul, South Korea.
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After a restless night spent propped-up uncomfortably in his desk chair beside his 3D printer, listening to the whir of the tiny engines and the blinking of the LED light strips he pasted around the machine at Izzyโs badgering as it took its due process constructing a replica of the Saturn V rocket for his best friendโs baby shower, Julian was notably exhausted. Alas, heโd persist, because this was a gift heโd delayed out of sheer forgetfulness and deeply buried memories forcing his procrastination. Although those memories hadnโt been accrued whenever theyโd endured the unimaginable loss of their first born, before the doppelganger had even gained sentience โ every last tear he shed could be traced from their point of origin on his waterline to the line of his jaw where they stuck, the ache in their bloodshot eyes whenever liquid could no longer accumulate and convey his immeasurable grief for his friend, and the yearning of which words he could say to heal even a single second of what was ultimately incurable suffering. The shores of his half-conscious mind were waded in by frozen waves that reopened the wounds acquired during that already treacherous and unforgotten time. His hope by printing the rocket was that, despite the fact Jungwoon was gone, perhaps reintegrated into the cosmos, he would live on through his younger brother. He even had Jungsooโs initials emboldened on the plating of the lunar module.ย
Once the modelโs print was completed, Julian sported a victorious grin and began elegant work on painting the object. They made certain all components necessary for the gift were non-toxic and overall child friendly. Even made a peer group comprised of their younger brother alone so he could discern whether or not heโd be interested in such a delicately crafted toy. Entirely unhelpful, of course, as Izzy dismissed the prospect with a sassy, dismissive flick of his wrist and a disparaging comment on how the baby would grow up and forfeit all his toys for the electronic warmth of a singular gaming controller. Not that it mattered a credible amount to the agent if the rocket went into disuse; all that was important was the meaning, the labor of love, and the commitment put toward remembering what wasnโt even theirs to remember.
โAnd hereโs the lunar module,โ Julian carefully maneuvered the print that he unearthed from the gift-wrapped bag that lasted the entire drive from Rolling Skulls to the Commune before being torn apart.ย โThink thatโs my favorite part. Took forever to find a font I liked enough for it. Oh, but donโt tell Sera, and not just cuz itโs before the party. I wanna see their face when they open it.โ
@cvriovsโ ; before the blackout, the curiosity shop stand at the carnival.
Adonai, he was too fucking stoned for this โ He could barelyย reach back into his head to figure out what the fuck heโd asked Stella to do at the carnival ( based on her texts, and he probablyย couldโve waited until heโd expelled a hearty what the fuck are you talking about in reply initially prior to connecting the dots it had something to do with the Bombers ), nor did it help that his grasp on a foreign language was considerably less prevalent to the forefront of his cognizance when he was all floatyย and surreal.ย โI want, uhโฆโ His fingers raked through long, ginger tresses, straightened layers mussing back into curls gradually as the fogs encroached around the shoppesโ legs and curled themselves like a sirenโs ginger, seductive call. Shifting his weight to his other foot, Cyrekโs brows furrowed with indecision ( and it kind of, sort of felt like he was bending his fucking brainย to use his critical thinking skills as if to solve Pythagorean Theorem ) and he raised a hand to scrape long fingernails against the jagged scar along his cheek.ย โDo girls usually like the colors redย or orangeย more?โ On second thought, he couldnโt denote which of his daughtersโ favorite colors belonged to whoย under a roof of seven, or rather, the four that were capable of understanding the conceptualization of iridescence. ( Without his farsighted glasses, too, standing rightย at the pop-up shop stand the Curiosity Shop had moved to for the evening was notย helping the megalopa of colors. )ย โUmโฆ Wait, is that one aโฆ a, uh,โ the vocalist pointed in the general direction of the rooster mask, snapping his fingers to will the word in English, articulating it as he began to move his wrist and twirl his palm,ย โAโฆ cuckoo. My twin has one of those โ cuckooย farminโโฆ businesses. Chicken. Noโฆ A roaster?โ
When Julian was offered a fair sum of money in exchange for their services at the carnival, their brother was quick to agree for them โย โHeโll do it. Do we get free ride tickets?โ If it werenโt for a desire that technically hadnโt even belonged to them to give Isidore as much as they could, they wouldโve likely skipped out on the prospect of work so they could enjoy the festivities without the stress of carting all their memorabilia to a squalid stand situated in the beating heart of the event. At least there had been plenty to observe; a kaleidoscope of colors obfuscating across the vendor and his tiny assistantโs faces as fireworks shot up and illuminated the sky thatโd already been choked by light, sweeping away the remnants of stars that would intermittedly twinkle above. Throughout the night, heโd grown increasingly distracted by the attendees whose alcohol consumption only worsened as the night carried on, and at some point a ginger sauntered up to their ramshackle establishment and was very evidently struggling to ask for what he wanted, except they werenโt under the illusion that he had partaken in anything less than marijuana. Weed. Mary Jane. Devilโs lettuce. And, truthfully, it earned a chuckle from the raven-haired hawker.ย โRedโs like pink, so, I think thatโs a safe enough bet, boss,โ he offered, dark hues observing the figure that stood adjacent to them; scrutinizing each feature he may have mistakenly believed favored those he similarly inherited from their shared mother.ย โ... A rooster, thatโs right. But I like the sound of cuckoo farminโ better.โ The usage of slang did sound a little forced and unnatural in his northern accent, which his brother picked up on, giggling not-so discreetly beside the elder.ย โWeโve got roosters, owls, peacocks, doves... Lots of birds. Itโs my trademark. My business partner said I needed to branch out, so if you arenโt into birds, I have some foxes and bunnies. Those go quick. Kids tend to like pecking their parents with the beaks.โ