Dimas, Julian

[Julian Dimas]

Name: Julian Alexander Dimas
Date of Birth: December 14, 1982
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Grade: Staff
Height: Nearly 6 ft. 3
Weight: 155-160 lbs
Appearance:

Julian is tall, with what could be considered a medium frame. It by no means implies that he's average in the way of fitness. He takes care of himself. A soccer player in high school, Julian kept up with it throughout college which accounts for his athletic frame. He's careful with the manner in which he approaches his students, and his stance is usually very casual, open, non-threatening. He's never been the kind of person for whom intimidation was a means to an end. Julian's relaxed sense of style reflects his personality, as he rarely wears a tie, though his shirts are pressed and collared. He can be found in jeans outside of class, but tries for dress pants while at the school. His shoes vary from polished black dress shoes to texas style boots, and tennis shoes or sandals - in the summer.

Julian has thick, straight brown hair that, in his younger years, hit his shoulders. He cut it off for a more professional look when teaching became his focus. You'd think he'd be able to grow out of the hair gel too, but no, he usually has it to keep his hair out of his eyes. Said eyes are dark brown, and his light brown skintone takes well to the color. He is Greek, so the skin color is not a result of hours in the sun - its one of those natural tans you are born with. Julian's lips are very full, for a man's and he's recently started to cultivate a beard. Julian takes care to make sure it doesn't get out of hand, maintains it thin. Before any interviews or important meetings, he generally shaves it off.

Julian has his ears pierced, but he never wears earrings. This was one of the things he grew out of after high school. He doesn't have any tattoos, so far as anyone knows. As for flaws, Julian has a scar at the base of his spine, from having a jammed plate removed from his back - a bad injury in lacrosse was the cause of it. He’s self conscious about it. He has a scar that is very slender and almost imperceptible on his left arm - a thin, silvery line from a popped guitar string that struck his bicep. He was lucky it didn’t catch his face.

Hometown: Kallithea, Greece
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Brown
Character Portrayal: Steven Strait
Picture: i190.photobucket.com/albums/z131/theapathycrusade/steven.jpg
Parents:

George (restaurant owner) and Corinna (curator) Dimas

Likes:

science - particularly biology, math, Rachel Carson (environmentalist, who did a lot for DDT awareness), metalwork, teaching (most days), indie rock, boxing, women, men, guitar, museums, cultural art, archaeology, religion, his Greek heritage, martial arts, action and foreign films, people who don't sell out, soccer, kayaking, Mortal Kombat games

Dislikes:

ferris wheels, especially the ones at carnivals, the DMV, radio commercials, boredom, grading papers, smoking, iced tea, dairy products - he's lactose intolerant

Hobbies:

architecture, environmental charities, working on his dissertation, soccer, movies, dioramas - sometimes he makes them of molecules, or body frames, as teaching aids. He's somewhat artistic, but its limited to science. He can usually be found watching sports when the students aren't in the room. He plays the acoustic guitar, reads, and knows a lot about Greek food.

Personality:

Julian is extremely proud of his heritage, as most Greeks are, and he likes to talk about it. His family is all back in Greece, so he lives alone, and sometimes he regrets having made such a huge decision to leave. He has never been married, though he dates frequently. Julian isn't very comfortable opening up to people easily. He recognizes that trust is important, but knowing something and doing it are two separate things. He keeps a distance because for him, being a man involves not sharing how you feel. For being self sufficient. Its what his father constantly stressed, and its hard to dismiss it. He's very self sufficient, and likes it that way. Julian's a diplomatic person by nature. People call him a pacifist, when in reality that's not exactly true. Julian doesn't have much of a temper, and its very difficult to provoke him - mention his heritage or disparage his family, and that's one way to go about it. Otherwise, he doesn't let a lot of things bother him, and as such, he's very objective.

Julian doesn't play favorites and he's a fair teacher. Although his first love is academia, Julian is reserved - but not shy. He enjoys being in front of a class, and tries to make it interesting to involve the students. He's not the sort of guy to make close friends quickly, but he is easygoing. Most people like him from the first impression. Julian can demand the attention of a room, but he'd prefer it if he didn't have to be an ass about it. He's honest, and he's not willing to curve grades - he wants his students to work for it.

He was bullied in school, and though he did sports to please his father, he didn't enjoy the constant rivalry. He had a pretty good relationship with his brother; they were rarely competitive, though sometimes clashed when it came to interests. Aris resents his brother's success in the academic world, and Julian struggles with that - Aris had the responsibility of the oldest son to carry on the family business. Julian didn't have that pressure. Since his dad has passed away, he's also given up drinking and tries to avoid it - you can imagine the wear and tear on his father's liver was part of the reason the old man's health failed. Julian didn't go to the funeral, and that's something he hasn't dealt with yet. He doesn't cope with death very well, and if he had to have a fear, that would be it. Dying without having done anything for which he will be remembered.

Julian speaks with a hint of a Greek accent, and sometimes when he's frustrated he tends to slip back into Greek. He's patient, except when it comes to his car. Julian drives a pretty old model, and its almost always breaking down - which irritates him. He doesn't like slow people on the road either. Julian's other pet peeve involves eating. He doesn't much like eating around other people; probably due to being raised in the restaurant business. He really hated it, the constant noise and shouting in the kitchen, the steam. Julian did much better in dealing with the customers, but even then, he doesn't want an ordinary life. He wants to have the potential to change things - teaching is one way to do that.

History:

Julian was born in a part of Athens, Kallithea, the second of three children. His older brother, Aris, is still in Greece, at 29. His sister is in elementary school there, but he's attempting to convince his mother to let her come to Quebec. Growing up, Julian's mother was a curator at the Goulandris Museum of Cycladic and Ancient Greek Art in Athens. His father owned a family restaurant, and it was assumed that Aris would take over the business when he came of age - and he did. But Aris and Julian both worked in the restaurant since they were kids, mostly in the kitchen or carrying plates.

Julian had a decent childhood, and spent most of his free time at the museum - he preferred the history, the art, to labor in the restaurant. His father didn't much approve of the scholarly route, which was one of the reasons Julian took up soccer. He didn't have the attention span for long papers and poetry, but science was definitely a forte. The logical aspects of it appealed to Julian, and it became clear to his parents that he wasn't going to be a working man - he was going to be an academic. Julian suffered some teasing in school, for being a pacifist, or a sissy, which ended up in Julian getting in a lot of fistfights.

Without getting suspended, the Greek boy graduated from high school, and attended Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He didn't want the same fate as his brother, who did not attend college, though he always thought he'd be a chemist or biologist. Spending a year studying abroad at the University of Toronto, in Canada, he found that though he enjoyed research, he wanted to be involved with students.

Julian ended up transferring to Toronto's University, and upon graduating became a science teacher. He came to Abbington two and a half years ago, and has been here since.

Income Level: Middle Class (Teacher's pay isn't really great)
Reason for attending Abbington Heights: Teaching position.
Favorite Memories:

Seeing his first soccer match in Athens with his dad and brother.
When his sister was born - it was pretty cool.
Visiting the Parthenon, or hanging out around the museum after dark.

Fun Facts:

Julian speaks Greek, English, and French. He can read and write in Latin.
He owns a german shepherd.
He was once stung by a scorpian.
He wanted to be in the Olympics for the javelin throw when he was a kid.
He once acted in a play in college - based on Oedipus Rex, but he froze on stage. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

Clique One: Smarties
Clubs: Newspaper
Clubs: Newspaper
Favorite Singer or Band: Starflyer 59
Favorite Song: A Cautionary Song by the Decemberists, for now anyway
Favorite Genre of Music: Indie. Indie rock. Jazz.
Favorite Color: Green
Sample Post:

"There we go...that's it...Zane? We're done."

"That fast?" Zane arched his back, tossing down the car magazine he'd been flipping through. The night artist, Derik, rolled back on his stool, catching Zane's gaze as he peered over his shoulder to investigate the handiwork. The multipierced, head shaven guy grinned at him, giving a glimpse of his tongue ring in the process. He set down the needle on the tray to his left, where various tubes of paint had been opened, squirted, closed. Derik wiped off his hands and started cleaning up.

"Yeah, real easy. The swelling should be down in a few hours, by tomorrow at most." Or within the next minute or two, Zane corrected silently, though he didn't say out loud. He always loved tats. The idea of turning your skin into art, it appealed to him. "There's a mirror, over there against the wall." He nodded towards it. Zane needed no more prompting. He grabbed the handheld mirror off the table to his left, then glanced to the closed door of the room - separating it from the gallery of artwork at the customers yet to come in. There was a full length mirror.

With silent fluidity, he slid off the leather chair, the denim rubbing against the seat inaudibly - and grabbed his white tanktop off the counter absently. Reaching the mirror, Zane studied himself, for a second. He never was one for the flashy stuff. Just a pair of worn jeans, big sturdy metal toed boots and a pair of fingerless gloves. He turned around slowly, though, and holding up the handheld mirror to the reflection in the full length, he glimpsed his tattoo. A large black and red sigal of the Brujah shadowed in glossy silver shaded paint. A jagged upside down A in a circle. It encompassed much of the back of his left shoulder, and it looked...

"...it's fucking amazing, Derik. That chrome especially, good call with the silver on the edges."

"Yeah, that was a good choice."

"Hell yes. It looks great," he announced approvingly, glancing in his direction. "Thanks a ton."

"Glad you like it. Want me to ring it up?"

"Nah, nah, just bill me at the bar."

Zane sent a lot of business Derik's way, so they had a lax understanding. This was the first time he'd come to him for a tattoo though. Mostly because, well, being a vampire, it wasn't going to last. This was a special night, though. A celebration of what they were planning, those sons of bitches were going to get what they deserved. Finally, some real action.

"It'll look good in a few weeks. Better, even."

"I just need it for tonight," Zane said dismissively, before he realized what he let slip. Derik looked at him, quizzically, and Zane rolled his eyes. "Big party. Just showing it off tonight. Thanks again. Don't forget to bill."

Before he could ask anymore questions, Zane grabbed his jacket off an empty chair and with a wave of thanks over his shoulder, he stepped out onto the sidewalk. The moon, three quarters full, bathed the cement until it was silvery gray, almost wet. It was one of those nights, where you couldn't help but breathe in the city. Everyone was on edge about the upcoming war. It was intoxicating.

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[Aiden & Bob]

You know you're accepted, Micah.
Because you're an awesome writer.
And because Aiden loves you!
And because your character has the middle name Alexander. -giggles-