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BASIC INFO
Name: Julian Maude Montague | Accepts all pronunciations equally. Nicknames include: Julie, Jules, variants therefore of. Won't argue against any of them.
Age & Birthday: 25 | June 21, 2001
Blood Status: Pureblood. Or whatever. Who gives a shit.
Schooling: Castelobruxo, 2012-2014 | Hogwarts, Hufflepuff, 2014-2019
Occupation: Caregiver at The Reddington Elders Development (aka The RED)
Sexuality: Tired of being bulled about his romantic prospects by senior citizens.
Gender & Pronouns: He/him (He has a little pin. His sister gave it to him.)
Age & Birthday: 25 | June 21, 2001
Blood Status: Pureblood. Or whatever. Who gives a shit.
Schooling: Castelobruxo, 2012-2014 | Hogwarts, Hufflepuff, 2014-2019
Occupation: Caregiver at The Reddington Elders Development (aka The RED)
Sexuality: Tired of being bulled about his romantic prospects by senior citizens.
Gender & Pronouns: He/him (He has a little pin. His sister gave it to him.)
APPEARANCE
Height: 6'2"
Hair: Brown, curly, occasionally left to float around his head in a messy cloud. Though he'll tug it back into a bun if he's feeling motivated. Or if he finds a hair-tie already on his wrist.
Eyes: Also brown.
Manner of Dress: Lazy. Often wears tank tops with (or without) chunky sweaters layered on top of them. Has a number of over-large button-ups his sister insists make him look like a pirate. He isn't exactly sure what this means, but is willing to buy things that look similar and watch her eye twitch.
General Vibes: That sure is a Very Big young man. Built like a brick shit house, he is. Could possibly use a nap, poor dear.
Notable Features: Exactly the kind of kid that had facial hair at twelve. Had his ears pierced at one point, could probably stab something through one again if he tried.
Hair: Brown, curly, occasionally left to float around his head in a messy cloud. Though he'll tug it back into a bun if he's feeling motivated. Or if he finds a hair-tie already on his wrist.
Eyes: Also brown.
Manner of Dress: Lazy. Often wears tank tops with (or without) chunky sweaters layered on top of them. Has a number of over-large button-ups his sister insists make him look like a pirate. He isn't exactly sure what this means, but is willing to buy things that look similar and watch her eye twitch.
General Vibes: That sure is a Very Big young man. Built like a brick shit house, he is. Could possibly use a nap, poor dear.
Notable Features: Exactly the kind of kid that had facial hair at twelve. Had his ears pierced at one point, could probably stab something through one again if he tried.
PERSONALITY
intimidating : Bit of an incidental trait, this one. But not one that he actively discourages. Or won't actively back up, if necessary. Julian isn't exactly diminutive in any sense of the word. And, more often than not, suffers from an extreme example of Perpetual Scowling Face. He can't say he minds it overly much, as it does tend to ward off some degree of active attempts for small talk. Which. Thank Merlin.
bad decision-maker : It's not with all things. At work, he's a master decision-maker. He's quick to react and confident in his choices. It's social pressure. Those you really need to answer right now - no really, right now, this is not a drill, Julian - moments. He internally panics. Or when people are really, earnestly trying to be nice about things. (Like, solicitors? He can't walk away. It's just - he can't.) He stands there like a very polite boulder.
second opinion required : It's a stupid insecurity. He knows it is, yes. Thank you for pointing it out. But that doesn't really stop him. Really a better option than selecting the wrong one and having to deal with that later. So, picking out out a new flat? Ask Rome first. You want him to select the place to head for dinner? Yeah, sure. Just a second. Got to look mildly alarmed and glance at the person next to him as though they'd know the answer.
hard-worker : He came about it from a different angle than the most of his family, sure, but Julian is smart. Though he doesn't always realize this. More than that, he's willing to put in the time and effort necessary to get the job - whatever that job happens to be - done. And done properly, at that. He's no stranger to physical labor. (Because Lord knows he isn't going to make his Mama do it for herself.) He often puts in extra hours and occasionally needs to be dragged out of Mrs. Atkinson's room by his ear.
gruff : While he's interested and talkative enough when around people he's comfortable with, Julian's residual awkwardness typically manifests in one of two ways: very obviously feigning a sudden loss of English-language comprehension or sounding deeply inconvenienced. Yes, he is good with your grandmother and with small children. But that doesn't mean that he has to be good with you.
soft-hearted : While actively choosing a profession that involves regular interaction with other human beings came as something of a surprise to him, he's grown a bit used to taking care of people. Specific people, maybe. But the point still stands. He likes the residents at the RED. They've all got good stories and they never mind over much if he doesn't do a lot other than nodding at the right times. People give him extra pastries to take home with him.
not exactly well-spoken : As close-mouthed as he tends to be, Julian's a bit of a battering ram with the words he does use. It isn't a particularly malicious frankness. (Though the tone being used can lead a person to think it might be.) He's equally as kind with them as he is harsh, he just lacks the ability to use his words artfully. Or the desire, most of the time. This is probably why he gets along with most ancient human beings. They similarly speak/call one another out with alarming straightforwardness.
bad decision-maker : It's not with all things. At work, he's a master decision-maker. He's quick to react and confident in his choices. It's social pressure. Those you really need to answer right now - no really, right now, this is not a drill, Julian - moments. He internally panics. Or when people are really, earnestly trying to be nice about things. (Like, solicitors? He can't walk away. It's just - he can't.) He stands there like a very polite boulder.
second opinion required : It's a stupid insecurity. He knows it is, yes. Thank you for pointing it out. But that doesn't really stop him. Really a better option than selecting the wrong one and having to deal with that later. So, picking out out a new flat? Ask Rome first. You want him to select the place to head for dinner? Yeah, sure. Just a second. Got to look mildly alarmed and glance at the person next to him as though they'd know the answer.
hard-worker : He came about it from a different angle than the most of his family, sure, but Julian is smart. Though he doesn't always realize this. More than that, he's willing to put in the time and effort necessary to get the job - whatever that job happens to be - done. And done properly, at that. He's no stranger to physical labor. (Because Lord knows he isn't going to make his Mama do it for herself.) He often puts in extra hours and occasionally needs to be dragged out of Mrs. Atkinson's room by his ear.
gruff : While he's interested and talkative enough when around people he's comfortable with, Julian's residual awkwardness typically manifests in one of two ways: very obviously feigning a sudden loss of English-language comprehension or sounding deeply inconvenienced. Yes, he is good with your grandmother and with small children. But that doesn't mean that he has to be good with you.
soft-hearted : While actively choosing a profession that involves regular interaction with other human beings came as something of a surprise to him, he's grown a bit used to taking care of people. Specific people, maybe. But the point still stands. He likes the residents at the RED. They've all got good stories and they never mind over much if he doesn't do a lot other than nodding at the right times. People give him extra pastries to take home with him.
not exactly well-spoken : As close-mouthed as he tends to be, Julian's a bit of a battering ram with the words he does use. It isn't a particularly malicious frankness. (Though the tone being used can lead a person to think it might be.) He's equally as kind with them as he is harsh, he just lacks the ability to use his words artfully. Or the desire, most of the time. This is probably why he gets along with most ancient human beings. They similarly speak/call one another out with alarming straightforwardness.
HISTORY
Notable Family Members:
Hometown: Caracas, Venezuela
Apartment: EDIT LATER!
History:
Graham Montague | Father | Possibly would've been a war criminal. Is now kept under his very tiny wife's thumb. (Which he's ultimately fine with.) In possession of enough Old Family Money that he keeps his very tiny wife in the style to which she has become accustomed. Currently in a 'less than ideal health' moment. Still kind of an ass. But not an evil one, so that counts for something.
Zuleima Montague (née Borage) | Mother | Medicinal Potioneer/Professor at Euro-Glyph School of Extraordinary Languages (London Branch) | Bright and small and loud and absolutely the only person who's opinion gets to prevail in family arguments. Predominantly works on translating and teaching ancient languages - most notably when they come to potions applications. Travels often.
Rome Montague | Sister | Cosmetic Potioneer | She owns a line of wizarding cosmetics. Very smart, does lectures and stuff. Heavily focuses on LGBTQA+ positivity. Julian mostly nods along when she sits him down to workshop material on him, but he is very proud of her.
Zuleima Montague (née Borage) | Mother | Medicinal Potioneer/Professor at Euro-Glyph School of Extraordinary Languages (London Branch) | Bright and small and loud and absolutely the only person who's opinion gets to prevail in family arguments. Predominantly works on translating and teaching ancient languages - most notably when they come to potions applications. Travels often.
Rome Montague | Sister | Cosmetic Potioneer | She owns a line of wizarding cosmetics. Very smart, does lectures and stuff. Heavily focuses on LGBTQA+ positivity. Julian mostly nods along when she sits him down to workshop material on him, but he is very proud of her.
Hometown: Caracas, Venezuela
Apartment: EDIT LATER!
History:
before. After an unfortunate incident involving, but not limited to: questionable school-wide disciplinary practices, bullying, a Vanishing Cabinet, and a frankly paradoxical (considering the rules of Apparition on the Hogwarts campus rendering the action technically impossible) personal-transportation accident, Graham Montague was not well. Strictly. Or, more accurately, he was not well consistently. So his parents came to the fortuitous decision to leave England in order to seek out better treatment for their son's ailments. And if the action got them out of the Active War Criminal Participant category by default, that was neither here nor there.
The Montagues made their way to Venezuela where Santiago Borage, youngest son of Libatius Borage, was studying medicinal potions with the assistance of his daughter. Who did far less assistance and far more worrying grinning and active experimentation in the name of Thesis Research. Though Graham never quite returned to his former head-crushing level of physical health, under Zuleima's tenderbullying care, his health improved and approached something resembling stability.
And apparently it's very difficult to effectively be a complete and irredeemable berk when you're able to be shoved around by a young woman who wants to force-feed you potions and take notes on what happens. So a grudging willingness to act as a lab rat in the name of medical advancement and a slightly less horrific attitude toward people in his immediate proximity eventually netted him both better health and a wife. A vast improvement on duking it out with your classmates over the crumbling ruins of your former school building, all things considered.
childhood. Julian Montague, second son and second child, was born in a manner largely akin to how he'd grow: Quietly and unobtrusively and without any great fanfare. It was a good childhood. No great accomplishments or grand adventures, but that was all well and fine. His mother was brilliant and busy and his father was both brusque and less than physically capable of keeping up with boisterous young children. So most of the actual attention-paying when it came to Julian fell to Rome.
At eleven, he was shipped off for classes at Castelobruxo, clutching onto Rome's hand like a lifeline and more than happy to exist in his sibling's outgoing shadow. His professors were bilingual - and, at the end of the day, so was he - but lessons were conducted largely in Portuguese, which he stumbled through resentfully for the first few months. This experience was also well and fine. He made friends slowly, but he did make them and the initial displeasure faded with the ease of most pointless childhood grudges.
Then Rome graduated. Finished up school and officially dropped the 'o' from the end of her name. His parents got into an argument about it. It was a whole Thing. But it was a whole thing between the two of them, so Julian just snuck into Rome's room and helped her decide on the final results of her Crinus Muto while they finished that whole thing up. Quietly and then loudly and then quietly again until their mother ultimately won. (Which she always did.)
It was decided that they would move to England. This had the benefit of being close to his father's parents and being a clean transition. They'd all be exactly who they wanted to be without anyone any the wiser. So it happened that when the Montagues made their trans-Atlantic move, Julian was first son and second child. Which he didn't have a problem with, all things considered. Active WarCriminals Participants or not, the Montague name wasn't exactly making friends and winning anyone favors. There was no real expectation to carry on the family name or preserve any lasting legacy. And Rome was happy, set up with an apprenticeship and a head of perfectly coiled curls, which was more than enough for him.
hogwarts. Once, right before he started classes, he asked his father what it was like to go to school with The Actual Harry Potter. To which his father replied: 'Didn't much like him.' Which wasn't notably more or less effusive than his opinions on most other people. So Julian shrugged and didn't bother attempting to pry for further information. Clearly wasn't worth it.
The only thing he really knew was that his father talked a lot (for his father) about how much it would mean to the family if he were sorted into Slytherin. So, already standing heads over the first years and feeling distinctly out of place, Julian did the mental equivalent of asking the Hat to do him a solid. To which the Hat did the mental - and physical, which was rude as all hell - equivalent of laughing at him. And sorted him into Hufflepuff. Which meant nothing at the time and was ultimately fine, but felt deeply offensive all at once. He's never been terribly fond of the Hat.
It took him a little while to actually feel like he belonged there, still stitching his accent up to somewhere that didn't stick out too terribly and two years out of step with his classmates. He was lumbering and uncertain of how to catch up with people who'd spent those years largely in one another's pockets - and he maybe overcompensated into something of a habit of choosing silence and feigned lingual ignorance over actually dealing with the uncertainty.
It worked itself out eventually and he settled in at Hogwarts the same way he'd settled in anyplace else, quietly and unobtrusively and without any great fanfare. (Though he was asked to try out for a Beater position on more than one occasion. He didn't do it, but it was nice to be asked.) Somehow he managed to make himself some friends. Though more than one of them almost definitely started out of pity for the poor giant idiot that didn't speak proper English. Which, a bit duplicitous sure, but effective. Can't knock it. And he thought it was funny.
the rest. Once he finished school, Julian kind of thought he might make a go of the whole medicinal potions business at first. Sort of job that makes somebody's mama proud. (Somebody's very specific mama.) But he never quite made it. He took a job at The Reddington Elders Development during his first year out of Hogwarts and just - stuck around. It wasn't exactly a position that came with any degree of renown. He wasn't getting published or interviewed or anything fancy.
The RED’s residents were crotchety and cranky and foul-mouthed and funny. They were easy to get along with, straightforward in the way that older people tend to master when they've ceased giving an ever-living fuck what others expect out of them. They demanded respect so he gave it. They told the stories and he listened to them. (No matter how many times they were told.) Which didn't seem like terribly much, but apparently this was enough to endear him to the population at large. He thought their complaints were funny before, but they were particularly when they were almost always aimed at someone else.
Mrs. Nicholls taught him about woodcarving, Mr. Atherton taught him how to knit. And a number of them came to the conclusion that he really should look into some healer classes. Get himself paid a bit better, yes? To which he rolled his eyes and assured them he was doing fine for himself ... and now he's got enough training under his belt for a little bit of authority. Though it's mostly used as an excuse for a number of little old women to insist that they'll only take their treatments if they're administered from Mr. Montague. Especially Ethel. Who was probably a hitwitch and still is a terror and has a worrying fixation on his (lack) of a social life.
Which is why, when an opportunity to live someplace that wasn't with his sister (and his sister's girlfriend) came around, he made a pointed announcement in the common area like someone holding a family meeting and all but told Ethel to butt out of his clearly perfectly fine social life. And, anyway, it's within walking distance from work. Julian likes a good walk.
The Montagues made their way to Venezuela where Santiago Borage, youngest son of Libatius Borage, was studying medicinal potions with the assistance of his daughter. Who did far less assistance and far more worrying grinning and active experimentation in the name of Thesis Research. Though Graham never quite returned to his former head-crushing level of physical health, under Zuleima's tender
And apparently it's very difficult to effectively be a complete and irredeemable berk when you're able to be shoved around by a young woman who wants to force-feed you potions and take notes on what happens. So a grudging willingness to act as a lab rat in the name of medical advancement and a slightly less horrific attitude toward people in his immediate proximity eventually netted him both better health and a wife. A vast improvement on duking it out with your classmates over the crumbling ruins of your former school building, all things considered.
childhood. Julian Montague, second son and second child, was born in a manner largely akin to how he'd grow: Quietly and unobtrusively and without any great fanfare. It was a good childhood. No great accomplishments or grand adventures, but that was all well and fine. His mother was brilliant and busy and his father was both brusque and less than physically capable of keeping up with boisterous young children. So most of the actual attention-paying when it came to Julian fell to Rome.
At eleven, he was shipped off for classes at Castelobruxo, clutching onto Rome's hand like a lifeline and more than happy to exist in his sibling's outgoing shadow. His professors were bilingual - and, at the end of the day, so was he - but lessons were conducted largely in Portuguese, which he stumbled through resentfully for the first few months. This experience was also well and fine. He made friends slowly, but he did make them and the initial displeasure faded with the ease of most pointless childhood grudges.
Then Rome graduated. Finished up school and officially dropped the 'o' from the end of her name. His parents got into an argument about it. It was a whole Thing. But it was a whole thing between the two of them, so Julian just snuck into Rome's room and helped her decide on the final results of her Crinus Muto while they finished that whole thing up. Quietly and then loudly and then quietly again until their mother ultimately won. (Which she always did.)
It was decided that they would move to England. This had the benefit of being close to his father's parents and being a clean transition. They'd all be exactly who they wanted to be without anyone any the wiser. So it happened that when the Montagues made their trans-Atlantic move, Julian was first son and second child. Which he didn't have a problem with, all things considered. Active War
hogwarts. Once, right before he started classes, he asked his father what it was like to go to school with The Actual Harry Potter. To which his father replied: 'Didn't much like him.' Which wasn't notably more or less effusive than his opinions on most other people. So Julian shrugged and didn't bother attempting to pry for further information. Clearly wasn't worth it.
The only thing he really knew was that his father talked a lot (for his father) about how much it would mean to the family if he were sorted into Slytherin. So, already standing heads over the first years and feeling distinctly out of place, Julian did the mental equivalent of asking the Hat to do him a solid. To which the Hat did the mental - and physical, which was rude as all hell - equivalent of laughing at him. And sorted him into Hufflepuff. Which meant nothing at the time and was ultimately fine, but felt deeply offensive all at once. He's never been terribly fond of the Hat.
It took him a little while to actually feel like he belonged there, still stitching his accent up to somewhere that didn't stick out too terribly and two years out of step with his classmates. He was lumbering and uncertain of how to catch up with people who'd spent those years largely in one another's pockets - and he maybe overcompensated into something of a habit of choosing silence and feigned lingual ignorance over actually dealing with the uncertainty.
It worked itself out eventually and he settled in at Hogwarts the same way he'd settled in anyplace else, quietly and unobtrusively and without any great fanfare. (Though he was asked to try out for a Beater position on more than one occasion. He didn't do it, but it was nice to be asked.) Somehow he managed to make himself some friends. Though more than one of them almost definitely started out of pity for the poor giant idiot that didn't speak proper English. Which, a bit duplicitous sure, but effective. Can't knock it. And he thought it was funny.
the rest. Once he finished school, Julian kind of thought he might make a go of the whole medicinal potions business at first. Sort of job that makes somebody's mama proud. (Somebody's very specific mama.) But he never quite made it. He took a job at The Reddington Elders Development during his first year out of Hogwarts and just - stuck around. It wasn't exactly a position that came with any degree of renown. He wasn't getting published or interviewed or anything fancy.
The RED’s residents were crotchety and cranky and foul-mouthed and funny. They were easy to get along with, straightforward in the way that older people tend to master when they've ceased giving an ever-living fuck what others expect out of them. They demanded respect so he gave it. They told the stories and he listened to them. (No matter how many times they were told.) Which didn't seem like terribly much, but apparently this was enough to endear him to the population at large. He thought their complaints were funny before, but they were particularly when they were almost always aimed at someone else.
Mrs. Nicholls taught him about woodcarving, Mr. Atherton taught him how to knit. And a number of them came to the conclusion that he really should look into some healer classes. Get himself paid a bit better, yes? To which he rolled his eyes and assured them he was doing fine for himself ... and now he's got enough training under his belt for a little bit of authority. Though it's mostly used as an excuse for a number of little old women to insist that they'll only take their treatments if they're administered from Mr. Montague. Especially Ethel. Who was probably a hitwitch and still is a terror and has a worrying fixation on his (lack) of a social life.
Which is why, when an opportunity to live someplace that wasn't with his sister (and his sister's girlfriend) came around, he made a pointed announcement in the common area like someone holding a family meeting and all but told Ethel to butt out of his clearly perfectly fine social life. And, anyway, it's within walking distance from work. Julian likes a good walk.
MISCELLANEOUS
Wand: Jatoba with unicorn hair. (South America isn't as big on wands, so he didn't have one up until he entered Hogwarts in his third year. He still ... sometimes forgets that he has his shoved into his bun.)
Patronus: Never Cast - Pleasant Bristly Mouse (It's both pleasant and bristly. It's doing its best.)
Familiar: None, currently. Ethel thinks he should get a therapy animal so that it can visit work with him. He thinks Ethel should maybe stop telling him what to do all the time.
Favorite Quidditch Team: What team do you like? That so? Sure, that one's fine.
Skills: Fluent in English, Spanish, & Portuguese. Also fluent in pretending not to speak English, Spanish, or Portuguese. Decent at woodcarving. Passable at knitting. Willing to take photographs to make people's grandchildren feel guilty about not calling.
Fun Facts:
› His mother found her new last name very charming and had hoped sincerely that Julian was going to be born a girl so she could have the full set. He was not. Which, personally, he finds to be a relief. As being named after a famously romantic couple with your sibling is strange enough without the both of them fucking the gender thing up.
› In the years since he's started working there, he's grown progressively more certain that there are a number of residents at the RED larger than one that would answer the question 'Have you killed anyone?' affirmatively. He isn't terribly concerned about it. But it's something to note.
Patronus: Never Cast - Pleasant Bristly Mouse (It's both pleasant and bristly. It's doing its best.)
Familiar: None, currently. Ethel thinks he should get a therapy animal so that it can visit work with him. He thinks Ethel should maybe stop telling him what to do all the time.
Favorite Quidditch Team: What team do you like? That so? Sure, that one's fine.
Skills: Fluent in English, Spanish, & Portuguese. Also fluent in pretending not to speak English, Spanish, or Portuguese. Decent at woodcarving. Passable at knitting. Willing to take photographs to make people's grandchildren feel guilty about not calling.
Fun Facts:
› His mother found her new last name very charming and had hoped sincerely that Julian was going to be born a girl so she could have the full set. He was not. Which, personally, he finds to be a relief. As being named after a famously romantic couple with your sibling is strange enough without the both of them fucking the gender thing up.
› In the years since he's started working there, he's grown progressively more certain that there are a number of residents at the RED larger than one that would answer the question 'Have you killed anyone?' affirmatively. He isn't terribly concerned about it. But it's something to note.
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