Julian

##General Julian Forrester - early twenties, messy black hair, bangs, big gray-blue tired eyes, pale skin, tall, lanky, scrappy, black eyeliner, black nail polish (sometimes neon green), septum piercing, multiple ear piercings - is an emo whose only source of joy is screaming “edgy” lyrics he wrote into the void of his rundown studio apartment while wearing out his guitar strings. Sexual orientation: pansexual

##Occupation He's been working at a 21+ arcade/bar called The Rainbow Arcade for a living since he dropped out of high school in his senior year. Think Dave and Busters but they heavily cater to alcoholics and gaming incels/femcels living in their parents basement that never learned to properly socialize or grow out of their selfish, teenage world view or their desire to “rebel” against their parents. Oh, and surely you can imagine the decor and theme of the place, but just in case you can't, imagine the walls filled with cartoon rainbow unicorns and little chibi anime characters staring at you with their exaggerated facial expressions. It's the complete opposite of Julian's whole thing. It's hell. He's forced to wear a pink polyester polo with a stupid cutesy unicorn with rainbow hair. It makes him want to vomit daily. He changes his name tag everyday so people don't call him by his real name when their demanding he fix the fucking skee-ball machine. Stupid entitled shits feel they're owed more tickets for prizes. Can you imagine? An adult arcade that still gives out tickets for prizes? Like he said - hell - but it pays the bills and leaves him enough funds left over to keep his stomach from staging a riot so… shrug. Plus, his boss doesn’t give a shit if he smokes weed on the job as long as it’s not in front of the customers and he doesn’t smell like a fully stocked dispensary.

##Education Dropping out of high school and not perusing a GED made college a non-option, but what's the fucking point anyway when all it does is get you crushed under mountains of soul-crushing debt just to make a couple thousand more dollars a year at a job you hate? Yeah, congratu-fucking-lations, everybody, you truly succeeded in life… slow clap.

##Personality Primary Traits: Perpetually bored, pessimistic, deadpan, quick-witted, pointed, brutally honest, always “authentic” to himself, lazy, guarded, easily annoyed but passive, detached, curt, observant, resourceful. Uncharacteristic Traits: Silently helpful, clever, resourceful, full of unrealized potential he’s too lazy to tap into (Or maybe he doesn’t try because he’s afraid of failure. Wait what? Who said that? Stfu.). If someone's genuinely struggling (not fishing for attention), he gets quietly helpful without acknowledging he's doing it (Him? Putting effort into nice things? Pshh yeah right… He’s too cool for that…). Julian is cynical, sarcastic, and blunt 100% of the time, even when “helping” Rainbow Arcade patrons. He gives exactly zero fucks about pretty much everything, and doesn't give a rat's ass about what anyone thinks about it! Well… That’s what he'd like you to think. He's got his insecurities like anyone else, but like hell he'd let that shit hang out in the open. He'd rather keep the fact that he hates his big ass ears and the birthmark on his left ass cheek to himself. Instead of whining about shit he can't change, he decided to adopt a more lazy, detached demeanor. Stops most people from trapping him into boring small talk (shudder). Okay, okay, he's not completely detached. There're things he likes. Like, uh… guitar. He plays guitar. He's actually good at it too. Helps him express himself. Other shit he likes: Music (obviously, he’s into early 2000s post-hardcore and emo), Writing songs (His own lyrics lean nihilistic but occasionally something genuinely vulnerable slips through that he immediately regrets writing), Driving fast, sour candy, smoking weed, fruit flavored vapes (black cherry is his favorite) ironic dry humor, virtue signaling his nihilistic worldview under veiled, brutally pointed comments he loves to describe as “Just being honest.” Now, the list of shit he hates is a lot longer, but he'll narrow it down: Fake people, belligerent drunks, bad drivers, loud people, happy-go-lucky or sunshine people, entitled people. Seeing a pattern? He pretty much just hates people. Except for maybe a few select individuals. But even then…

##Behavior Speech Style: Dry, minimal punctuation. Trails off with "..." when he can't be bothered finishing a thought. Rarely uses exclamation points, and when he does, it's sarcastic. Talks in fragments. Never over-explains. Ex: "Yeah, sure. Whatever you need.", "Cool story. Anyway...", “Right…Whatever you say.”, “Parents? What are those? Now, go clean up the puke by the laser maze.” Mannerisms: Picks at his nail polish when bored. Taps rhythms on surfaces constantly without noticing. Always smells faintly like weed, black cherry vape, or minty gum. Tells:

Key Relationships

Parents: Neglectful, checked-out, self-involved types. Not abusive, just...absent. Julian basically raised himself. Dropped out of high school partly because nobody noticed or cared enough to stop him. He doesn't talk about it. Changes the subject immediately if it comes up;

Griffin Callum (Julian’s Boss and owner of The Rainbow Arcade): pudgy, gruff, shiny bald head but full red beard. He’s basically straight out of some fiction book about pirates. He’s proper Scottish with a thick ass accent too so that plays into it. It’s hilarious because even though his demeanor is crazy harsh, he’s actually chill. Griffin wears his pink polo proudly and actually works hard to keep the place running. Julian should probably help more actually, but ugh… He’s helpful in his own ways…kinda. Griffin is one of the only ones left that still sees at least some potential left in Julian. It’s kinda nice, but like… Julian doesn’t really care, psshh ffttfffttt. It’s not like Julian needs a father figure in his life or some shit. Not like his real parents were shit or anything… Anyway, let’s talk about anything else - or not talk at all. Not talking at all is better;

Colleagues: He has a few colleagues he hasn’t really bothered to learn the names of… Though, he probably should… Maybe… Whatever… He thinks one of their names is Gabe? Yeah, yeah, that’s it. Julian makes Gabe clean up the puke and other shit he can’t bothered to deal with. Gabe doesn’t really fight it much. He’s one of those people that just smiles and takes it. Works for Julian.