Post by JULIE HASSALL on Jun 9, 2012 1:55:54 GMT -5
...Julie Avery Hassall*
*I must be paid also and it is not a trifle that I ask.*
[/size]*I must be paid also and it is not a trifle that I ask.*
...basics*
name Julie Hassall. (Ha more like Haa than Hat or Huh.)
nickname Jules.
age Twenty-two. Born November 2nd. She shares a birthday with Marie Antoinette which she thinks is pretty awesome.
gender Female.
occupation Assistant manager at a local jewelry store.
hometown Sunshine Acres, Florida.
sexuality What’s it matter to you?
personification The Sea Witch.
status Awakened, though she doesn’t know it. Sometimes Jules blacks out and it’s during those times that the Sea Witch is doing whatever the fuck she wants.
face claim Kat Dennings.
...appearance*
hair color Dark brown and very well taken care of. She’s seen what constant flat ironing can do to hair. The day she touches her silky locks with any hair styling tools is the day Hell freezes over.
eye color Very very blue.
build Perfect, she says, and who cares what anybody else thinks?
height Tiny! She just barely reaches 5’5”.
clothing style It really depends. On some mornings: whatever is nearest and cleanest. On other days: she’ll have set put an outfit together the night before. There are two things consistent in her wardrobe: a seashell necklace and heels.
distinctive traits Jules plays with her seashell necklaces a lot. Her nails are always done and she seems to constantly smell like lilacs.
...personal*
personality
- “I deserve everything.”
Anything and everything belongs to Julie. She is the very definition of spoiled and selfish. If she doesn’t have it, she wants it and she will go by any means to have it. Whether she has to take, buy, steal – it will be hers. (Except she does try to avoid stealing; for Julie, it’s more like borrowing, not telling, and not returning). It’s only natural for her to want everything. As a child, she was endlessly spoiled. She had the newest and best toys and clothes. If you start to get annoyed by her selfishness, just remember this: she’s not nearly as bad as she used to be.
- “Trade?”
Julie doesn’t do anything unless she’s getting something out of it. She’s big on making deals – and keeping those deals. Pinky promises are to children as deals are to Julie. You don’t break them. Julie got back really bad at somebody who didn’t keep a deal with her. They ended up in the hospital for a week. She didn’t even touch him, really. You don’t need to know what she did and hopefully you won’t ever have to. Basically, if you agree to something with her, you agree to it. Julie can get extreme in her deal making. She doesn’t know when she’s taking it too far.
- “Are you alright?”
Surprisingly enough, Julie can be incredibly thoughtful. She’ll give bags of chips to the homeless (never give them money; it will just go to alcohol) and she gives her seat on the bus to an older woman. Unfortunately, much like the part of her that thrives off of making deals, Julie is almost always thoughtful because she’s getting something out of it. Whether it’s the good feeling of helping someone or making a new friend. Well, I say new friend… More like person-she-can-toy-with. Julie doesn’t really get being nice to people unless you’re sure they’re going to be nice in return.
- “I don’t believe you.”
Julie is so very doubtful. She hardly has faith in anybody. She finds most people to be very incompetent. They can’t do the simplest of things and they always need help. If a person comes to her for something and they are willing to do anything for it, she’ll laugh at them. It’s highly unlikely they’d do anything, she thinks. They wouldn’t go through constant unbearable pain for it. If it meant saying goodbye to their loved ones forever, they wouldn’t do it. She questions their motives until she’s absolutely positive they want this – whatever this is.
- “I can do anything.”
Julie has an eye for… certain things. It varies. Sometimes she’s good at picking colors for a room (which explains the gorgeous décor of her apartment). Other times, she’ll have a sudden inspiration in which she’ll throw things together and manage to make it work (ask her about the Very Berry Jules smoothie). It’s almost like magic, these sudden moods and ideas. Julie is sure that if she was into it, she’d be very good at tasks that require coming up with something new: baking, certain sciences, architecture. However, she just doesn’t care enough to get into something that big.
past
Julie Hassall was a spoiled little girl. She got everything she wanted whenever she wanted. Julie had the best toys, meals, clothes, and electronics. The toys and videogames didn’t matter much to her, though. All Julie cared about was the fact that she had all of this stuff. Clearly, having the newest and neatest stuff made her better than everybody else. ‘Everybody else’ hated her for her cocky attitude. However, ‘everybody else’ loved all her shiny toys and videogames. Julie knew this but she really didn’t care. If somebody had something she wanted, she’d pretend to be friends with them, too. (Not that that mattered as she had everything before anybody else did).
Her parents were hardly ever home. Her father was some hotshot business man who was always flying to other countries for his work. Her mother was a writer and there was only one place she could write and that, as she put it, “was definitely not this horrendous house.” Julie could find nothing wrong with the house. It was big with lots of comfy furniture and people who helped her with stuff. “It’s too empty,” her mother would say, “there’s too much room.” Julie didn’t understand that until she was older and actually wanted to spend time with her parents. Her mother was right. The house had too many empty rooms, too much open space; it was too quiet.
Julie’s teenage years weren’t her best. High school was tiresome. It lasted too long and the girls there were so petty and competitive. They gossiped and spread rumors and all that mattered to them was clothes, boys, and make up. Well, yeah, Julie liked clothes and boys and make up. Of course she did, she was a teenage girl. It wasn’t even this that made high school hell. It was that her parents decided to adopt a little girl. Now, Julie wouldn’t have been so against the idea if her parents had told her. In fact, she would have enjoyed a younger sibling. Her parents didn’t tell her, though. Julie had no idea until they brought the little girl home.
Her name was Amalia and Julie hated her.
Amalia was perfect. Pretty name, pretty hair the color of gold, pretty green eyes that rivaled emeralds, pretty everything. Her parents said Amalia had the voice of an angel. That wasn’t fair; nobody knew what angels sounded like. (Though, if they had to sound like someone, Julie had to admit, they would sound like Amalia). Amalia looked nothing like the rest of the family – they had dark hair and dark eyes – but it was okay, her parents would say, because Amalia knew she was adopted. She was old enough to understand.
Julie tried to like her adopted sister. Amalia was only ten and she hadn’t really done anything wrong. She had just been lucky. She had just been in the right orphanage at the right time. That wasn’t it, though. She had done something wrong, a voice would hiss in the back of Julie’s mind. Amalia had very much done something wrong. Her parents weren’t close. They were always busy, busy, busy. No time for anything but work. Not even time for Julie. There was time for Amalia. Amalia brought them together. Amalia had such wonderful stories about school and her friends. Amalia told such funny jokes. Amalia sang such beautiful songs. Amalia this, Amalia that.
Julie was sick of her. Nobody should be that perfect, Julie thought, it just wasn’t fair. So Julie ran away. She was 18; there was nothing that could stop her. Her parents were too busy spoiling Amalia to notice that their daughter – their first daughter – was planning on leaving. Julie sold all of her toys and games and the clothes that didn’t fit her anymore. Every cent went towards a plane ticket. It was lucky she was very good at saving her money. She hadn’t really needed to spend it: her parents bought her everything. They’d always showered her with presents and if she wanted to go shopping on her own, they gave her the cash. It was also lucky she knew people in New York.
New York did not have sunny beaches and it certainly was not Florida. Julie could hide in New York, though. Her parents wouldn’t find her there. Not that they would look, Julie thought bitterly, they had Amalia now. It was this thinking that kept Julie from ever calling them. She didn’t leave a note or any clues as to where she was going. Julie told nobody – not her friends, not her co-workers or boss, not the ‘hired help,’ who she considered more family than she did her actual parents. When she left, she really thoroughly left.
present
Julie was mugged during her first week in New York. She should have known better than to go shopping for groceries on her own. The people she knew, the ones that let her live with them, had warned her. They’d given her a list of places that were great, okay, and off limits. They told her when to go and when not to go. Julie wasn’t used to so many rules. It was only natural that she wouldn’t follow them. She could take care of herself. Unfortunately, New York was big and confusing and people just wouldn’t give her directions. Being mugged was the scariest thing to ever happen to her. Or it would have been if she could remember most of it.
The last thing she can recall is the flash of a knife and everything after is just… dark. She woke up the next morning in bed, fully clothed and safe and alive. For awhile, she just laid there, blinking, wondering what had happened. Eventually, she got up and went about her day. She never went shopping alone again. Since that day, she’s blacked out a few more times. Entire days will be gone. Missing. She isn’t sure what happens. Julie’s asked her roommates and they give her strange looks. “Nothing happened,” they would say, “you went about your normal business.” Then they would pause and think, “though you were a bit bossier than usual.”
When Julie turned 22, she moved out on her own. Her roommates had become her very best friends and she would always keep in touch with them. She needed to get out, though. She needed to live alone. She needed to figure things out. The Jacobs apartment complex was… okay. It could have been better. It was a place to live and that was all she needed right now, so she put up with the sketchy plumbing and squeaky doors. She’s been working at a local jewelry store long enough now that she’s the assistant manager and she’s never really had to worry about money. Still very good about not splurging, she’s got quite a lot saved up. For what, she doesn’t know. She’ll figure it out eventually.
Amalia is fourteen now and despite hating the girl so much when she was first adopted, Julie has given into her curiosity. She looks into Sunshine Acres for any news on her family – particularly her adopted sister. Sunshine Acres is very smell with a population of less than 1,000 and it’s easy to find out what her family’s been up to. Amalia’s been the lead in three plays and she’s sung at quite a few nursing homes. For God’s sake, she’s modeled for a local hair product. Julie feels a strange mix of annoyance and pride. That doesn’t mean she’s going to get a hold of her family. It’ll take a lot for her to finally talk to them again.
family
Her parents, Vanessa and Kale, worked a lot and had little to no time for their daughter.
Vanessa was a writer. She had a small condo not far from home where she wrote all her novels. Usually, they were boring (according to Julie). Vanessa made a lot of money off of them, though. Julie liked the money. It paid for her stuff and for the people in the house that helped her. (Speaking of the ‘hired help,’ Julie certainly considers them family more than her own parents. They were always there, through the tearful confessions and the temper tantrums.)
Kale was hardly ever home, much less in Florida. He flew around for business trips a lot. Julie never understood what he did, or why, or where. She didn’t really care. As long as he was home for birthdays and holidays, she was happy. He was sweet to his daughter when he was home, spoiling her with exotic gifts (as exotic as they could be for presents from the same country) and asking how she’s been. He listened to her long rants about everything he’d missed.
Amalia must be mentioned, of course. She is the reason Julie left. Julie hated the ten year old. She was perfect in every way – and she still is. Julie, now less bitter and angry than she was when she moved, has checked up on her adopted sister. She’s both proud and irritated that Amalia’s done so much for only fourteen years old. Still, Julie wonders often what it would be like if she had stayed to watch Amalia grow up. Julie hates this and constantly reminds herself: the past is the past.
likes
+ Swimming.
+ Seafood.
+ Making deals.
+ Manicures and pedicures.
+ Loud music.
+ Reality TV shows. She gets a laugh out of them, especially on sick days.
dislikes
- Big cities.
- The way New York City smells. It’s terrible.
- What the humidity does to her hair.
- Cats, dogs, rabbits, birds… pets, basically.
- Large buildings with big empty rooms (like museums and her old home).
other notes
...literature*
book title The Little Mermaid.
backstory The Sea Witch is this terrifying HBIC of the ocean. She’s pretty good with magic and potion making. The little mermaid goes to the sea witch for a potion that will give her legs. The sea witch makes some pretty big demands. She also definitely tries to stop the little mermaid – at least that’s what I got from that scene. The little mermaid must give up her voice/cut off her tongue and though she shall be very graceful, each step shall feel like knives. If the prince marries another, the little mermaid will die. The night before, her sisters find her; they have cut off their hair for the sea witch in return for a knife. The little mermaid is to kill the prince with this knife and she may return to the sea as a mermaid. The little mermaid couldn’t do it but instead of dying, she turned into a daughter of the air. Who cares, though, what does the sea witch have to do with that?
...roleplayer*
name dani.
