Post by aphrodite on Jul 31, 2012 1:35:39 GMT -5
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JUNEAU ALCEE LeFLEUR
Juneau A. LeFleur | 22 | Bicurious | Neutral - Witch Doctor| Server at Golden Cuisine | Samuel Larsen[/color][/font][/CENTER]
STRENGTHS
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- Magic - Juneau's magic is a definite strength of his. A born witch doctor, he possesses the following powers: gazing and fortune telling, mediumship, cursing, blessing, potion brewing, and medicinal healing. He also has a decent knowledge of the hidden magical world, making him more knowledgeable than mere mortals. Even though he doesn't know all there is to know and he doesn't know how to control all of his own abilities totally, the fact that he has them means he shall never be completely unable to defend himself.
- Inquisition - Juneau has a great curiosity and the drive to have his questions answered. This commands him in many aspects. It allows him to make in-depth relationships with people who are willing to share with him, as he remembers details shared with him fairly quickly. It allows him to practice and learn his magic, committing all the tricks of the trades he learns to memory so that he may one day teach his sons. Finally, it allows him to garner wisdom quicker than someone who never steps out on a limb; curiosity may have killed the cat but it never harmed Juneau.
- Youth - Juneau is a young man in the prime of his life. At this age, he is limber, strong, and invigorated. He has amazing hand-eye coordination (which comes in handy at his job as a server) and is, in a nutshell, a fine human specimen. He can hold his own in a fair, one-on-one physical altercation. Using his long legs to his advantage he can cover a considerable distance when running. His six foot tall, strong stature is both attractive and intimidating. Smooth skin and bright eyes draw people onto him, making him, in a way, easily sociable. And last but not least, his mind is sharp, not yet worn down by the sands of time.
- Open-Minded - Juneau is not confined by the tight walls of a narrow mind. He is willing to try many things at least once. This comes in handy in his supernatural line of work - he can't be taken by surprise by anything the magical community has to throw at him if he's always expecting the unexpected. On the human side, many people find it easy to get along with Juneau for the simple fact that he isn't judgmental. This works in his favor because he's able to make friends and allies out of people from all different walks of life.
- Fearless - Juneau's young. He's strong. He's magically endowed. He has, consequently, developed somewhat of an invincibility complex. It may seem foolhardy at first glance, but this trait is also very useful. Without the usual inhibitions slowing him down when it comes to things like girls, boys, work and social opportunities, and the supernatural realm Juneau is able to get a lot done and go far personally. It's hard to convince him that he can't do something; unless a logical reason is presented fully demonstrating why what he is about to do is a bad idea, Juneau will go through with his plans.
WEAKNESSES
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- Inexperience - Juneau is a relatively young Witch Doctor, and has had no one to teach him the trade. Although he has powers, he cannot fully tap into his inert potential. There is still much to be learned, but because he is learning on his own, there is no definite time table set in place to determine exactly when Juneau will become a fully realized shaman. This can be taken advantage of by more experienced members of the magical community.
- Dependent - As a witch doctor, Juneau's powers are linked to a series of talismans and fetishes (i.e. ceremonial dress, bones, a fire, etc.). Without these things, his powers are weakened severely and practically unusable. This leaves him open for attack and extremely vulnerable. When paired with his fearlessness, this weakness can prove deadly.
- Neutrality - Juneau's a user of both good magic and black magic. Because he practice's both crafts, neither good aligned beings nor evil aligned beings jump at the opportunity to trust him. He can be blocked and hindered by talismans from both extremes.
- Alone - Juneau's new to the city of Los Angeles. He has no family and no friends near him. He has no one to talk with, confide in, or trust, really. Juneau's now tasked with finding a new host of friends to associate himself with, weeding through the individuals he can't rely on and developing healthy, helpful relationships with the ones he can. Who knows how long that will take.
- Smoking - Juneau's a smoker of cigarettes and herbs. This negatively affects his health and makes him unattractive to some. He isn't a heavy smoker by any means, averaging only one or two Newports a day. He only picked up the habit once moving to the city of LA.
LIKES
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- French - Juneau is bilingual. He likes being able to speak French, feeling it adds an extra kick to his individuality.
- Friday the 13th - On this day, Juneau's magic is at its strongest. It's no surprise that he loves when this day rolls around.
- Smoking - Maybe it's the relaxed feeling he experiences after he finishes, but Juneau is no stranger to nicotine or the other substance.
- Food - Not just eating it, either. Juneau's no stranger to the kitchen; his specialty is LeFleur's Seafood Gumbo.
- Keeping Busy - It could be work, reading up on magic, working out, cooking or socializing, but Juneau likes to keep himself occupied. Idle minds are the devil's workshop.
DISLIKES
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- The move to LA - The move to Los Angeles had many drawbacks. Juneau's no longer near his parents, his hometown friends, or the source of his magic.
- Caffeine - Juneau prefers hot tea or water to coffee and sodas.
- Disrespect - Because he tries very hard to be a respectful person, Juneau doesn't take kindly to being disrespected.
- Sports - Juneau never really could get into the idea of organized team sports, but does enjoy swimming and working out.
- Closed Minds - Nothing annoys Juneau more than ignorance and narrow thinking.
HISTORY
Out near the bayou of swampy Baton Rouge, Louisiana was born a boy by the name of Juneau Alcee LeFleur. His father, a black man native to the state, and his mother, a white woman whose parents had just moved to America from France, conceived him not long after meeting one another. To hide the evidence of their premarital sex, the two were quick to be wed. Not so shockingly, the marriage was terminated when Juneau was just five years older; besides sex, his parents couldn't stomach one another. So until he was eighteen, Juneau was made to spend weekdays living with his mother in the city of Baton Rouge and weekends with his father closer to the outskirts of the town, nearer the gators and other swamp dwellers.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
Life with Acadia Baptiste, his mother began using her maiden name again when the divorce was finalized, was regular enough. Juneau attended traditional public school for twelve years, went to parties, had sleepovers in his younger days and crashed at friends' houses in his later teens, and even lost his virginity to his girlfriend of a couple months one warm night the Summer before his junior year. He maintained a B average through school, too. In fact, the only time anything out of the ordinary seemed to happen was on the weekends when he stayed with his father, Jacques LeFleur.
Jacques was a Witch Doctor. He never hid this fact from his son. Juneau would watch and listen to his dad as he donned the ceremonial garbs and danced around a blazing fire. People came from all over Baton Rouge and other parts of Louisiana to have their fortunes told to them. Jacques would dress and throw chicken bones into a fire, reading the cracks and revealing to people exactly when they would marry, exactly when they would die. In between clients, he told his son the origins of their line.
"We come from a long line of shaman," Juneau can remember his father telling him at around the age of thirteen. The young man had received the drug talk, the sex talk, and the magic talk all in one night. "Your grandfather was very sure to only dabble in good magic, in the hopes of warding off evil spirits from seeking me. I'm very sure to only use good magic in the hopes of warding off evil spirits from you, Juneau. And hopefully you will only utilize good magic for the sake of your own son."
An entire world of magic existed. Juneau knew that. He also knew that he very well couldn't go around advertising it or else he'd look like an idiot. Believers believed and non-believers criticized.
So for eighteen years Juneau served as an apprentice to his dad. He learned the trade from him. The powers he was born with festered as he learned how to build ceremonial fires properly and brew simple potions and recite basic incantations that he'd committed to memory. By age fourteen, Juneau could successfully call for rain! And by age sixteen he was finally beginning to see the visions told by bones and tea leaves. Per his father's warning, Juneau never told his mother about the things he was learning each weekend; instead it stayed between father and son, just as it had for generations.
When Juneau finished high school at the age of eighteen, he enrolled at Louisiana State University. Quickly realizing it would be increasingly difficult to visit his father each weekend to continue his magic studies, the young man with the long hair decided to do some outside reading. His curious nature drove him to read as many books on magic as he could fit into his schedule. With no guidance, though, it was very easy for Juneau's thirst for knowledge to lead him to reading books on both good and bad magic. He was learning and storing information on both practices, a feat that left his magical being suspended in karmic limbo.
It had been a cold night in Baton Rouge. Juneau was finishing up the last of his exams at LSU while his dad sat near a fire somewhere out on the swamp, throwing bones into the flames. A chill colder than the occasional draft froze the older man's own bones, and he gazed into the fire with terror on his face. Dark spirits of the bayou knew that Juneau had opened his heart and mind to black magic. The opening they'd been searching for to infiltrate the LeFleur line was now present. The bones showed that should Jacques's son remain in Louisiana, he would be completely corrupted by the magic he sought to know so much about.
Following his graduation from college, Juneau learned of what his father had seen. Heeding his dad's advice, the young man planned to move far, far away. He said goodbye to his mom and friends in Baton Rouge and set off for a new life in sunny Los Angeles, California. Acadia was paying the rent of his new apartment for a few months until he got on his feet. It wasn't long before Juneau secured a job as a server and put a little money in his pocket.
That money was invested in a special indoor fire pit, a tailor-made ceremonial dress, and a great deal of other magical supplies and ingredients. He might not be in the swamp anymore, but Juneau still plans on developing his magic and learning as much as he can about his practiced craft.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
Juneau is a magic lover that still has a lot to learn about magic. Gaining a few supernatural friends can definitely help him satiate his hunger for more understanding. That he sits nicely on the fence between good and evil (while still remaining lawful) makes him an excellent candidate to interact with many of the site's character. And even though he's magical, he still has very human needs that make him interesting and complex. Eventually, I see his powers and wisdom growing in his prowess and him choosing a side: either good or bad.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
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5+ Years | N/A
The plane had landed nearly an hour ago. The bus ride hadn't been too unbearable; Juneau made sure to steer clear of the rank homeless man riding near the rear, finding himself a seat more toward the front to avoid the stench. Now, after finally making it to the street of his new home in Los Angeles, Juneau's mind was inundated with thoughts of Why?
The questions he was asking himself were enough to completely take his mind off the immense weight of the two large bags he was carrying and the heavy suitcase he dragging along. Just up the street was the apartment he'd now be residing in. Why did I feel so drawn to this city? he asked himself, hearing the hustle and bustle of noonday traffic whiz by him on the busy streets. Why didn't I just stay in Baton Rouge and deal with whatever dad had seen coming? A never-back-down side of Juneau was slightly disappointed in his failure to face the threat of evil spirits waiting to destroy him head on. By the time he quit mulling over ideas in his head, he was already on the elevator of his new building and headed to the third floor.
Whatever, he resolved, deciding to let it go. He was here now. Walking down the hallway of his new floor, stopping at his new door, about to enter his new apartment and begin his new life in a new city in a new state... wow, that was a lot to take in. He fumbled with the door for a second, discovering immediately that he was going to need to buy a new knob. Ten dollars of his already minuscule checkings account was now spent, just like that.
While he fumbled with the door, his neighbor, a young blonde woman, not unattractive, appeared at the door to his left. The noise he was making while screwing around with his jammed door had disturbed her it seemed. She looked at him for a moment and he looked at her, trying to decide on a way to introduce himself. "Bonjour, mademoiselle," he spoke in his second tongue, deciding that the dame might revel in the idea of having a Frenchman for a neighbor. "Excusez le bruit, s'il vous plaît." He sounded native. His mother had taught him well.
Juneau watched the young woman crack a small smile. She probably hadn't understood a word he'd said, but to be spoken to in the language of love was enough to send many hearts a flutter. The door to LeFleur's flat finally opened, surprising even him. His lips curled into a half-smirk, nodding his head to the blond before stepping into his apartment with all of his baggage with him. His neighbor stepped back into her own apartment. Slowly and simultaneously, both doors closed at the same time.
On the inside of apartment 313, the young shaman looked around his very empty apartment. He noticed a stain on the carpet in the corer, a dead roach here or there, and a very dusty ceiling fan with cobwebs hanging from its pull switches. A defeated sigh escaped the lungs of Juneau who really didn't feel like cleaning right now. "Nothing else to do, I guess," he reasoned, setting his bags down on the ground and placing his hands on his hips, contemplating where to start first.
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