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>:3c here are a few of the many hundreds about julian!

julian only wears carhartt and camo. he dips and spits in a powerade bottle. sometimes, he accidentally spits dip juice in his beer.

he’s a fantastically bad hunter

he loves florida georgia line

asra broke up with him at a rascal flatts concert during ‘life is a highway’

redneck julian’s idea of a great date is going to bass pro shops to buy fishing lures and nightcrawlers, then he takes you to a chinese buffet

he also thinks muddin’ is romantic

his wardrobe consists solely of 4 ugly fox shirts and the same jeans. his ‘nice’ outfit is his one (1) clean flannel

all rednecks have a designated sitting spot, and julian’s is a ratty ass recliner. he sits in it and drinks beer while watching the fast and the furious on mazelinka’s 1999 boxy big screen tv

brundle is his old hunting dog, but she’s too old and fat to hunt, so she’s julian’s truck buddy and goes everywhere with him.

even though she’s a 60lbs basset hound, she sits in his lap while he watches tokyo drift.

julian is banned from every walmart in the world

he lost his eye bc he and portia play with bb guns in the house, and his got jammed and he looked down the barrel before it went off.

he tells everyone it was a hunting accident

one of his cgs is him on the ratty ass recliner with brundle in his lap while watching 2 fast 2 furious on the big screen.

the first time you meet julian in-game, asra’s left for a rascal flatts concert out-of-state, and julian breaks into the slutty carwash mc runs with asra. you have the option of threatening him with a big ass wrench or climbing out of the tiny window in the back. if you try to escape through the window, julian just grabs you off the wheelie chair you climbed on 

@asrekt so about that Phantom of the Opera!Lucio post… I don’t regret a thing. I have no idea if this makes sense but oh well  askmfjabguirjd I didn’t want to just plop the characters in a theatre like the og movie is set in so it tried to incorporate themes from the movie and kinda keep it close to the main world of the arcana? if that makes sense? I’m gonna stop talking now 

When their voice had first reached his ears he was in a rage, tearing the many portraits on the walls to pieces. His clawed hand neared the last, stopping when the melody reached him. where was it coming from? who was it coming from? He sits and listens until the voice fades, and with it so does his anger. 

It had become a ritual of sorts for him, to sit and listen to this voice for as long as his restless spirit would allow. When he finally saw the owner of this voice he was not surprised. Such a lovely thing, they were. 

He watched them sing in the gardens. how strange it seemed, that this… quiet, timid thing could hold such a voice inside them. Scarlet eyes watched from the tallest tower of the palace, pressed as close to the window as the sunlight would allow, anything to hear the melodious voice this apprentice seemed to hold. He stayed there until the sun began to set below the tree line, darkness enveloping the grounds. only then did he dare to venture to find them, or rather, bring them to him. 

Melchior and Mercedes did their task dutifully, as he knew they would. He clung to the shadows as they roamed the ruined wing of the palace, talking aloud to themselves. They reach the great towering portrait of himself, a symbol of his vanity. Their hand reaches out to brush across it. 

They hesitate. 

“Go ahead,” he says. “Touch it.” 

They turn, eyes wide as they try to find the source of the voice, his voice. “who’s there?” they call out, their voice remaining strong like he imagined it would. of course, a creature with such a voice as their must have an impeccable focus. he steps partly from the shadows, red silk falling from his shoulders, golden arm gleaming in the light nestled in their palm. 

“He was something wasn’t he?” he says, looking up at the portrait without eyes stained crimson. 

“Who… are you?” they ask, taking a step back. he laughs, cold and bitter. 

“That is the question, isn’t it? I am… I am no one.” Scarlet eyes drop to their form, so much smaller than his own. seeing them here, instead of from tower window… he would have to reward Mercedes and Melchior later.

“Tell me, my songbird, how is it you came upon this place?” he asks, though he already knows the answer. They look back down the hall, eyes confused as they lift back to his face, still cast in shadow. 

“the gardens… the hounds. there was an archway.” They say, taking a step towards him. “why did you call me songbird?” 

He smiles. “in all my years I have been in this… desolate place. I have heard many things, but none have enchanted me as your voice has.” His smile turns to a smirk as embarrassment colors their cheeks.  they step back, glancing down the hall, towards the exit. “I.. I probably shouldn’t be here.” He wants to reach out to stop them, keep them there with him and let no one else hear their voice. Such a beautiful thing… but he does not want to scare them, not yet. No, he can be patient.

“then by all means,” he says, stepping back into the shadows. “Go.” 

the light in their palm is snuffed out by the darkness and he can hear their hurried footsteps, descending down the stairs.

They will be back.

Apprentice--Clover

Clover enjoys the outdoors immensely; she spends hours exploring the forest, inspecting new flower species or simply enjoying the quiet atmosphere. She collects plants from the forest for medicinal uses--she specializes in healing magic.

Clover is caring, outgoing, and smart, and is willing to put her friends’ problems before her own.

Clover belongs to @asrekt.

woooOOOHOOO!!! I got a bunch done today and I am pleased with how most of them came out :D also, all of you are now wanted criminals, because it has to be illegal somewhere to have such cute apprentices!! seriously, these beauties were so much fun!!