the phoenix // fall out boy
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JULIEN STARK (age unknown)
--> Birthday: December 25th - Capricorn
-->Specialization: Throwing Knives, Strategy, and Linguistics
-->Likes: Novels, kerosine and vinegar, leather jackets, observing, Molotov cocktails, justice, Tarantino flicks, broken glass, Rilke, freckles, tattoo sleeves, world history, his Walther P99, brown-eyed girls, being left alone, Purity Ring, thunderstorms, his iron-worked family ring, city lights.
-->Dislikes: Disloyalty, liars, pop culture, rich people, crowds (they make him nervous), Americana, waking up late, sweatpants, messes (tends to be a little OCD with things), Nazi jokes, hot drinks, summertime, Toph when he's in one of his moods
-->Poison: Vodka, whiskey, beer, pretty much anything that gets him feeling hazy.
-->Music Taste: Purity Ring, Deerhunter, Poor Spirits, Bear In Heaven, Passion Pit, Neon Indian, basically Indie Electronica. Sometimes he listens to classical or instrumental, like Goldmund and Beethoven and Dustin O'Halloran - but only when he's alone and tired.
-->Personality: Serious, sincere, appears calm and collected, ironic sense of humour, opinionated, extremely intelligent, cautious, ruthless, grouchy, quiet, doesn't talk much, modest, great at strategy and planning, knows how people think, very introspective, throws the perfect one liners.
-->Bio: No one knows where the boss came from, or when, or why he came in the first place. No one knows his age or past. No one knows the man under the freckles and stone-cold gaze. A series of endless contradictions, Julien can't be pinned down.
And you know what? He likes it that way.
He's smart, though. Really smart. He's fluent in four languages, manages the entire operation without a bead of sweat, and can kick your ass in five seconds if he wanted. His hair is naturally that white, thank you very much. He doesn't talk much, and mostly prefers to observe his surroundings than participate. His group, the Weiss Kreuz, adore him - even if they are more than a little scared of him.
He and his best friend, Toph, started up the group a couple years ago, when they were just fifteen. The boys share a bit of a love-hate relationship - much like brothers in that sense - and frequently argue. The Weiss Kreuz knows Jules is the boss, but Toph is convinced he's the big shot and runs the place. For the most part, Jules lets him get away with it.
One odd thing though: he walks around with a locket in his back pocket. A women's locket, old and rusting. And he flips out if he thinks he's lost it.
That's the thing with mysteries: you never truly know the person you're dealing with.
-->Biggest Secret: The rusted locket's original owner is the Chancellor's daughter, Charlotte Beringer. AKA the daughter of the most powerful form of government in the country. AKA the very government the Weiss Kreuz fights against, constantly ridicules, and despises with their whole being.
AKA his girlfriend.
-->Model: Max Krieger
-->Taken by: @threnodies
-->(1) Why did you choose to join the Weiss Kreuz, and what were you doing prior?
Toph and I created the Weiss Kreuz, what the hell are you talking about?
-->(2) How much combat experience have you had? How much education have you received?
My father taught me everything I know. I haven't much professional schooling, but I consider myself knowledgeable. I'm fluent in three languages and have held the group up so far. I'm no idiot, in the very least.
-->(3) Are you willing to follow all orders, regardless of the consequences?
I'm the one giving orders. If anyone tries telling me what to do, I have a variety of weapons that need some beta testing.
-->(4) Do you believe in the mind, the body, or the heart?
Every situation demands certain aspects of each, and all can be corrupted with a little manipulation. Humans are a fragile species.