Name: Julien D'Lorve.

Age: twenty-two.

Race: vampire.

Appearence: Julien is a little under 5'9, with rather a small build that is exaggerated by his willowy slenderness. His hair falls in graceful waves of blonde, all down his shoulders; yet is often kept back from his face with a small, velvet ribbon at the base of his neck. His eyes are quite large, filled with an exquisite cerulean light; yet they fail to maintain any trustful feeling, lending the boy rather a cunning air. Golden lashes sweep almost to his cheeks when he blinks; his skin almost wrought of ivory itself. This pale, angelic countenence is thrown into sharp contrast with his lips; bright scarlet, adding to his features a sensual grace.

Background: Julien was born during the French Revolution, growing up in middle-class Paris. His parents were well know aristocrats; maintaning a very high, and respected social status.
Yet at the age of nineteen, such dreams seemed to shatter for the spoiled boy. Julien's father was killed during a backstreet brawl; leaving his mother to run a household. Shortly after this tragedy, it became apparent that his father had gambled all their fortune away in dingy poker rooms; or merely wasted it away in filthy opium dens.
Very soon, the public became aware of this scandal, making life as hard as possible for the remaining line of D'Lorve.
Julien's mother now had to work for a living; taking up a job as a seamstress. Many of the servants were let go, as they no longer had the money to maintain their keep. And, eventually, the great white chateu; heirloom of the family, was sold, forcing Julien, his mother and a few remaining servants to move into a shared house on the outskirts of the city.
Julien was begged, over and over to earn a living; yet pride kept the young man from falling so low.
Eventually, his mother died of a lingering affliction, and the last of the servants had to be sold to pay for funeral costs.
Alone, penniless and naive, Julien gave up all hope of maintaining the house; packing his megre belongings, and retreating to the sanctuary of his mother's Aunt.
Gladly the last of his family took him in, giving the beautiful French boy warmth and shelter... yet the world never works to kindly.
The lady of the house often journeyed to Rome, and during one of these trips, Julien was left alone in her abode, with merely the elderly woman's valet.
A foolishly large ball the young man threw; intoxicating himself beyond belief. As the guests made their seperate way's home, Julien was attacked under the blossom trees' at the end of the rich gardens.
Rain blinded Julien's sight, and the liquor made his mind slow; his attacker was far too strong and fast for him to even see.
Yet, as suddenly as he had come, the man seemed to vanish from Julien's sight; leaving the boy to stumble indoors, and barricade himself in his bedroom until morning light.
When the lady of the house returned, Julien told her of all that had occured; foolishly, the elederly woman refused to believe him, blaming his wild drinking habits for such nonesense. A violent row ensued, during which the boy found himself draining the woman of her life's blood... in terror, Julien fled far from the grounds, allowing the public to beleive that the valet had turned on his mistress, and murdered her.
Yet Julien knew the truth, and forever it haunted him, causing him to sail to England to make a living... a home and a great name he managed to gain; yet nothing could ever change the fatal consequences brought about on that warm, French night...

(perhaps a little rambling... but any comments are appreictated. ^__^)

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

-run away- Ahhh Julien my dearest darling -pets poor Julien-

great bio Seralischness

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

-giggles- por Julien? -pokes him-
He wouldn't even work to save his mother's life. XD"
But thank you! I do enjoy writing these bios', lately. ^__^

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

-swoons- Ahhhh, Dearest Julien! -huggles- I love him a lot now...

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Siggy set made by the amazing Lembas!

-laughs- Weird how you all seem to love them, especially when I give you more reason to hate them. -grins-

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

-laughs- No kidding!! They are so cruel! Especially to my characters. Heehee. -cuddles all of Seral's characters-

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Siggy set made by the amazing Lembas!

-laughs- Oh, I have some more normal characters... well, thats an understatment; their all insane... but a few are rather more kind. -pets Ardanien, Calmin, and Tanyc-

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

-coughs- Calmin... -coughs again and smiles-

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Siggy set made by the amazing Lembas!

-raises brow- .... that a hint? -grins- .... hint taken. XD"

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-