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deathismyspiritanimal · 5 years

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Just a short story!

So I finally got outta my writers block because I had this idea for your generic 'first words your soulmate says' au and it kinda took one or two turns on the plot but I still like it and I figured, might as well post it!^^

And this is, next to a drabble I made for my sister's birthday once, the shortest thing I've ever written.

Today was gonna be the day, I'd propose to my boyfriend of five years. Usually, when people meet their romantic soulmates, they marry them quite soon after, but I am quite the nervous gal. And yeah, it's still kind of weird for the woman to propose, Jake assured me it was fine and I should just go on and say when I'm ready. It's our meeting anniversary today, so it was perfect.

I looked back at the mark on my wrist, the most generic thing ever. 'Hello! How may I help you?', it said. Jake worked in a restaurant chain when I met him, so no wonder he said that.

Usually people are quite bold with what they choose to say, I used to just go out and about and shout 'Smooth like a spoon, born under the moon in the month of June', which is, admittedly, dumb but I made it up when I was like, seven, and I just wanted my soulmate to know it's me immediately. When I met Jake, though, I, for some reason, decided to just go with 'Hey, get me a strawberry milkshake, please?'.

You might ask yourself, Hana, how the actual chicken do you forget something that important? Well, kind, hypothetical reader, I don't know. I'm a dumbass I guess.

Well, anyway, I was just going to get some flowers, 'cause I figured, flowers are cool. So I went to the nearest flower shop. To buy flowers.

“Ducks.”, the woman behind the counter paused for a bit. “Sorry, so. How may I help you?”, she asked kindly and had a slight smirk.

'Ducks'? That's actually not too dumb.. No one would actually would be that uncreatively creative. I smiled.

“Yo, I reaaaaaally need help with flowers and I really don't know anything and what's the most romantic flower? I mean, sure, roses, but roses are sooooooo boring and I REALLY need to be extra today because I wanna propose to my boyfriend and I'm gonna be honest, I really don't want anything generic.”, I stated and walked up to her.

When I got closer, I saw the woman looked horrified. Like, wide eyed, color drained from her face, that kinda stuff, though she just nodded after a while.

“Are you okay?”, I asked, just a little concerned.

“Yeah, sorry, kinda spaced out there. So you said it's for a proposal so.. Congrats! And good luck.”, She began and I just smiled widely. “So, I believe a pink carnation and gerbera daisy bouquet would be a great bet!”, she continued on and showed pointed behind her to both kinds of flowers.

“That sounds amazing! And wow, these actually look really cute together! So.. You could do that, right?”, I asked unsure.

“Of course, darling, I'd never suggest something I'm unable to do. Would you like me to give you a call when it's ready or do you wanna stay here?”, she asked.

“Depending on how long it's gonna be..?”

“Well, that bouquet is not too hard, I also have no other orders for today and tomorrow either so I could begin right now. And, the length kinda depends on how complicated you want it. If you stay here, you can also help pick out the flowers. So basically, anywhere between ten and forty-five minutes.”

I blinked at her. Too much information for my two braincells.. “I'll stay!”, I stated excitedly. Everything needed to be perfect for this evening.

“Okay, great. My name's Veroníca, by the way.”, she introduced herself. “So, if you don't mind, I would need to ask you to step behind the counter with me so we can look at the actually pretty flowers.”

“Alright. And, nice to meet you, I'm Hana.”

“Oh, so you're the prettiest flower of them all, huh?”, she winked at me and chuckled.

I felt my face heat up slightly and a very girly chuckle left my lips. Oh hell nah, I'm gonna propose tonight. To my soulmate. Who I met five years ago. So shut your mouth, Hana. “Thanks, I guess?”

Veroníca shook her head. “Sorry, I like to flirt at any opportunity, maybe not really appropriate when looking for flowers to propose, huh?”

“It's fine, that was actually really damn good.”, I told her and we shared another chuckle.

Veroníca and I spent a long while bickering and laughing, picking the flowers and stuff. It felt really natural talking to her and she even gave me a few tips for the proposal. I left her a good tip and left my number behind goddammit if they were gonna have azaleas again I'd need Veroníca to make me a bouquet of them.

I decided to not bring Jake anywhere, I made food at home and set something up. When he came home, he seemed just a little overwhelmed at how fancy I looked and all.

“Babe! I'm ho...me..”, he stopped.

I just chuckled and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I'm glad you're home! I hope your hungry?”, I asked hopefully.

He just nodded.

“Then come on!”, I exclaimed and pulled him to the table.

We ate and chatted a lot, laughed and all that jazz you do at a date.

“As you know, we've known each other for exactly five years today. And, we've been together for almost as long..”, I chuckled in thought. “And, you know, it's crazy that, even though we both have so generic sentences on our wrists, we found each other..”

He looked at me attentively and seemed to know what was about to happen.

But it didn't.

As I looked at my wrist, something was wrong.

“Jake. There's a problem.”

He seemed alerted. “What is it, honey?”

I stayed quiet.

He looked at me.

“Ducks.”

“I'm sorry?”

“My wrist. It says ducks.”

“What.. What do you mean?”

I put my wrist basically in his face. “It says 'ducks'!”

At this point, my eyes were filled with tears. If Jake wasn't my soulmate after all, who-

Jake looked hurt. And as I thought my thought, he spoke it.

But I suddenly knew.

“Veroníca.”

A tear now left my eye.

Jake then proceeded to look down on his wrist. He stayed quiet for a bit.

“Mine changed, as well.”

“What does it say..?”

He blinked down at his wrist for a bit. “What is 'plexiglass is the most appreciative glass' supposed to mean?”, he asked frustratedly.

I couldn't help but snort at that.

Jake looked at me with a confused expression.

“C'mon, you gotta be real, that's hilarious.”

“Yeah, okay, agreed.”

My neck suddenly began to sting, which made me make a hissing sound and I put my hand up to it.

“What's wrong?”

“I think something bit my neck or something?”

“You want me to look?”

I just nodded.

He got up and brushed my hair away from my neck before letting out a chuckle. “'Hello! How may I help you?' it says..”

I sighed heavily. “Okay, Jake, I'mma be honest. I wanted to propose tonight. But guess we're supposed to be best friends after all, huh?”

“Seems like it.”

“I still love you though? I mean, I guess I do at least..”

“Maybe we don't know what love is, after all.”

“Maybe we don't..”

“But at least I don't have to feel about being lowkey turned on by Charlie, the new guy? We haven't talked yet but he's so... Hot?”, he chuckled lightly.

“Don't, when Veroníca flirted earlier I think I had some kinda gay panic? So like, my soulmate, who I REALLY hope is my romantic soulmate this time, is a girl anyway.”

“That's some coming out right there..”

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trashunlimited · 6 years

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finally i am posting a complete ref for my oc julie, who was mentioned here:http://trashunlimited.tumblr.com/post/174314389519/do-five-facts-about-your-favorite-oc

this is a pic of her i made, i used a base for it made by the-panda-lover on deviantart, and got their permission to post this here(i can’t draw well sorry).

(this stuff here is copied from my deviantart account):

Here is Julie, my favourite OC and precious baby. She's my version of Rick Sanchez(from Rick and Morty)'s wife. I made her 4 years ago when I first started watching Rick and Morty, and I just can't let go of her, I've put so much hard work and effort into making her. I know Diane exists but she may not even be the real Mrs.Sanchez, even if she was, I wouldn't care, Julie is my baby and I can't abandon her, what kind of mother would I be? To explain, her hair is red because it's meant to explain where Summer's red hair comes from, and since both parents need to carry the red hair gene, Jerry has a direct relative with red hair too. To explain where Beth's blonde hair comes from, I picture Rick as a natural blond(his clones from "Big Trouble in Little Sanchez" are all blue haired because THEY'RE CLONES, and he dyed it blue probably). Beth's nose is also meant to be a mix of Rick's and Julie's noses(rounded like Julie's, slants down like Rick's), also explains where Morty's nose shape comes from. Julie's personality is meant to be the opposite of Rick's, I love opposites attract, beauty and the beast and villains x heroes ships(Rick's not a villain, but he is villainous in nature in a way-STILL COUNTS) and incorporated that into the Rick/Julie pairing. Julie is meant to be similar to Morty in some aspects, while being what I think Rick would need in a partner. Her outfit is also meant to be 70s looking, since that's the decade she and Rick meet, it was inspired by this picture I found when looking up 70s fashion: c8.alamy.com/comp/EXPEM7/1970s… I only found out very recently Mrs.Sanchez was actually unremarkable and mundane, so....oops...the most remarkable thing about her is her being a nurse, but she still seems to be nothing compared to Rick so..I think I'm good? Whatever, IDC bitch.

Full Name:Juliana Lillian Sanchez(nee Kenyon)

Nicknames:Julie, Jubilee, Jules, Red

Birthday:May 16th 1951

Death Date:March 9th 1998

Age:27 years old(main story/midquel), 46 years old(at death), 67 years old(if alive today)

Intelligence Type:Interpersonal(understands people)

Religion:-none-

Occupation:Nurse

Family:Rick Sanchez(husband), Beth Smith(daughter), Jerry Smith(son-in-law), Summer Smith(granddaughter), Morty Smith(grandson)

Romantic Partner:Rick Sanchez

General Description

Juliana “Julie” Kenyon, is the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She has a big caring heart, and loves helping those who need it. Julie has an unconditional love for others, and sees the good in all, believing nobody is a completely bad person.

She’s also a very shy, smart bright woman with a love for reading, cooking, space, science and is feminine and girly.

Personality

Julie has a kind and gentle heart. She loves helping others and is nice to everyone. She is warm, friendly and is optimistic and positive. Even when things look bleak, she tries to be uplifting and to look on the bright side of things. She is soft, gentle and very sweet to other people. Julie also believes that there is good in everyone, and doesn't believe even the worst don't have any good in them. So she does her best to find this in others. Julie cares for other people deeply and always wants to help them.

Julie is very shy, and tends to be timid and nervous at times. She can also be a bit awkward as well and gets easily embarrassed at times. She isn't good with crowds and doesn't like doing things like public speaking. That's not to say she doesn't like spending time with others, because she does. Julie just gets nervous when it comes to new people or a group of people.

Julie is also an intelligent character in her own right. She loves reading books, particularly romance novels, and is very good with things like math, science and English. These skills allowed her to excel in nursing school. She is also fairly logical and resourceful too, and good at memorizing and remembering things. However, due to the fact Julie becomes foolish when it comes to love, her intelligence is often underestimated and even questioned. She is very curious about the world around her, and loves learning new things.

Julie is a hopeless romantic, having wanted love since she was a little girl. She loves romance novels and movies as well. Love makes her act foolish, and sometimes she may make bad decisions, but she never means to.

Underneath this, Julie has poor self-confidence issues. She doesn't think highly of herself at times, and blames her previous romantic failures on herself. While everyone seems to find her beautiful, Julie only thinks she is average looking. She is passive and tends to go along with things, even if she doesn't want to. Her desire not to upset people prevents her from standing up for herself and being assertive and brave.

Due to Rick's influence, as time passed, Julie slowly grew more brave and confident. She became more assertive and sure of herself. Slowly but surely, she became less timid and shy because of him. But sometimes her old insecurities would still rise to the surface.

After Rick leaves, everything goes down the gutter. Julie became more withdrawn, quiet and asocial as a result. She also developed depression.

History

Julie was born on May 16th 1951, to her parents Agnes and Gordon Kenyon. Her full birth name is actually Juliana Lillian Kenyon, but she always has preferred to go by Julie, finding Juliana sounds too formal.

From a young age, Julie’s personality was very evident. She was always a happy and innocent girl that liked reading books and always had a smile on her face. But even then, she was a very shy child and found it hard to make friends. Her closest friend growing up was Vivian Curtis, who she had known since she was a baby due to their mothers being best friends. Her love of romance was also very clear, she liked love stories and her favorite Disney movies were the princess ones that existed at the time like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella and later Sleeping Beauty. Her parents had a very clear and strong love for each other, something Julie witnessed. She also once asked her parents how they met and fell in love, which they told her about.

Julie was also bullied a bit as a child for her shy personality, and this is something possibly contributing to her later self-confidence issues as an adult. Boys would also mockingly call her ugly.

As Julie grew up, her kind and gentle personality always remained. When she entered high school in 1965, she attempted dating for the first time. It didn’t go over the smoothest however, leaving her very upset. But her friends assured her she would find “the one” eventually. In regards to the bullying, it stopped. But this is only because everyone suddenly saw her as pretty and the guys wanted to go out with her. Julie met Mark a few years later in 1968, and he moved in with her and her family, and the two developed a brother-sister relationship.

When Julie became an adult in 1971, she began dating again, and later from 1971-1975 would attend nursing school. In 1975, her parents bought her her own house in celebration of her graduation, and she soon moved in. On the way to visit her in her new house for the first time, her parents died in a car crash on the way there. For a while, this was something Julie blamed herself for it and felt a lot of internal guilt about it. After their deaths, Julie continued to remain in the house.

In 1978, Julie felt hopeless and was starting to think she would never find “the one” and was starting to blame herself for it. But in about June, when Julie was coming home from a friend’s house. Rick was running away from the Fyralogin Empire when he stumbled into Julie after coming out of his portal gun. He had been shot in the leg, so Julie offered to help him, which he accepted and stayed at her house for a few days until the wound healed. After his leg was better, they still kept in contact and were now friends.

One day, Cyn, a general from the Fyralogian Empire, arrived on Earth to take back the fuel source Rick had stolen. A fight ensued, and after it, Rick had angrily told Julie to leave, and instantly regretted it. He apologized the next day, and took her a gemstone planet where he got her a crystal rose. Rick also helped Julie’s confidence boost by assuring her there was nothing wrong with sticking to the gender roles. This burst of confidence helped Julie to stand up to Cyn after he shot Rick, the next time Cyn came to Earth.

After that incident, Rick and Julie left Earth to hide away somewhere, arriving on Glorf and being taken in by two alien siblings named Oran and Tyla. They remained on the planet for a few weeks, bonding and growing closer. Julie found herself becoming more confident, but after Oran insulted and slapped her, Julie’s confidence fell down a bit. Rick managed to comfort her, making Julie feel better. During this time, they also went to a nightclub together, where they sang and danced together, increasing Julie’s confidence again.

Julie asked to return to Earth after feeling homesick, so Rick allowed her to go. They both missed each other dearly while they were separated. Julie ended up masturbating while thinking about Rick, while he killed Tyla and Oran for Julie's sake. When she returned, they snuggled and watched the stars together, before Rick kissed her.

They stayed on Glorf a little bit longer, where Rick revealed his past, and the two grew closer. Julie ended up kidnapped by Cyn, so Rick saved her in sacrifice of his own freedom and life. Julie confessed her feelings and begged Rick not to do it, insisting she wasn't worth it. Rick went ahead anyways, and Julie was taken back to Earth. He escaped anyways, and returned to Earth, where he reunited with Julie, and they made love together, officially ending up as a couple.

Julie and Rick continued to spend time together, having their first date and bonding even further, until Cyn returned, intent on killing Rick. The two fought, and it ended with Rick thinking Cyn had killed Julie, so he killed him in return. After learning she was still alive, Rick was more than grateful and cried tears of joy. When Julie awoke from consciousness, she and Rick talked together, where Julie learned what happened.

He ended up moving in with her, where she began doing her best to improve his mental and physical health, as well as better him as a person.

As a mother, Julie was very loving and caring towards her daughter despite her growing sociopathic tendencies. In fact, Julie wasn’t the least bit scared of Beth, even Rick was scared of her to some extent, and many of the neighborhood kids. At the most, she was just a bit weary. She always looked after her daughter and they were very close. She knew Beth admired her and wanted to be like her, and Julie helped and supported her daughter all the way through.

After Rick left in 1994, Julie grew depressed and lonely, only staying around for her daughter’s sake. When Beth became pregnant in 1997, Julie was disappointed, but still supported and cared for her during her pregnancy. She lived to see the birth of her granddaughter Summer, and even helped Beth take care of her. Early the next year, Julie died, when she was only 46 years old, of heart problems. Tropes

Damsel in Distress-Julie is kidnapped, and rescued by Rick

Pacifist-Julie hates violence

World’s Most Beautiful Woman-She is constantly described as being beautiful by most characters

Fool for Love-Julie is usually smart, but love can make her act foolish

In Love With Love-Julie is a hopeless romantic

Cute Bookworm-She’s cute, and she likes reading

Shrinking Violet-Julie is very shy and quiet

The Quiet One-Speaks for itself

Purity Personified-You can’t get more pure than Julie

All-Loving Hero-She loves everyone

I Am Not Pretty-Julie’s self-confidence issues make her doubt her beauty

Obliviously Beautiful-Everyone thinks Julie is beautiful...except for Julie herself

Nice Girl- Speaks for itself

Adorkable-She's an adorable dork

Heart Trauma-Cause of death is heart problems

Cuddle Bug-She loves hugging people, at least those she is close to

Age Progression

Child

As a child, Julie was very shy, timid, quiet and sensitive. She was still a sweet, kind girl, even back then and liked helping others if she could. Julie was a happy, innocent child that liked reading books and looking at the stars with her parents. Regardless, she was also bullied in her childhood, cementing her poor self-image and self-confidence issues later on in life.

Her love of romance and her hopeless romantic personality, stems from her childhood. She adored the love her parents shared, and liked to hear the story of how they fell in love all the time. Her mother would also read her stories featuring romance.

Julie grew up in a time were girls were expected to be housewives and mothers when they grew up, and Julie accepted this. She had her own dolls that she would pretend to be the mother of, and would do things like feeding them, rocking them or tucking them into bed. She dreamed of what her future husband would be like, imagining a dashing handsome man who would sweep her off her feet and kiss her.

Preteen

This is when Julie went through her “boys crazy” phase. She was even more interested in boys than in the past, but found herself too shy to talk to any.

She also loved listening to popular singers at the time like “The Beach Boys”, Elvis Presley and “The Rolling Stones”.

Teenager

Even with all the changes that come with the teenage years, Julie remained as sweet and kind as ever. The most that changed in her personality was her desire for her more independence, her parents were a bit hesitant but eventually accepted. Also being a teenage girl in the 1960s, she was a big of “The Beatles”, but also liked other groups too like “The Rolling Stones”, Bob Dylan and “The Jimi Hendrix Experience”.

This is the point when Julie saw that maybe she didn’t need to be a housewife and mother, as women were gaining more rights and freedoms. Julie decided she wanted to be a mother, but also gained an interest in becoming a nurse, and wondered if she could keep that career up and not have to stay as a housewife. In school, she was still expected to take courses about cooking, domestic work and home finances, she had no issue with this and she saw it as useful.

Young Adult

Upon reaching her young adult years, Julie headed off to university and got her degree in nursing. She also dated here and there. When she returned home, she found out her parents had bought her a new house, which Julie moved into. But on her parents visit, they got into a severe car accident on the way there, killing them both. This spiraled Julie, who was only 24 years old, to have her problems of self-confidence and self-image worsen.

Eventually, at 27, Julie met Rick, and found herself becoming immensely happier. He brought out the best in her, genuinely made her happy and she fell in love. They ended up marrying and she gave birth to their first and only child, Beth.

In terms of personality, this is when Julie's problems bubbled to the surface and just became worse, only alleviated when she got with Rick. Despite her initial woes, she did become happy with her life.

Middle-Aged

The first few years were happy, but after Rick left mysteriously, Julie was never the same. She became depressed, lonely and withdrawn, spending a long time sulking alone in her and Rick’s room.

Despite this, Julie still remained a good, caring and involved mother. She helped Beth and supported her as best as she could (despite Beth hating her and blaming her for Rick leaving) until her death at 46.

Elderly

Julie doesn't always make it here, but in the realities where she does, she’s very happy and content with her life. She’s still happily married and embraces her role as a grandma, she helps give Morty and Summer advice, remains an involved mom with her daughter Beth, who she has reconciled with, and a loving wife to Rick. She’s also the only one that doesn’t keep putting down Jerry. Relationships

Rick Sanchez

Rick and Julie share a very close and intimate relationship. They bond they share is strong and unbreakable.

These two bring out the best in each other, and Rick believes that Julie is the only person who truly understands him. So he tends to be possessive of Julie, and worries someone will try to take her from him. He isn’t controlling, and doesn’t care about Julie having male friends, but he makes it clear Julie is his and his only. They know each other better than anyone. Rick has made Julie more confident in herself, and Julie has made Rick softer/gentler/kinder and more calm and easygoing.

Julie and Rick also help each other with their problems, and in a natural way as well. They don't force each other to change, they let things happen slowly. Julie makes sure Rick takes care of himself properly and makes him brush his teeth, or makes sure he sleeps long enough or is eating enough as well. Rick in turn helps Julie grow more confident in herself and become more assertive and stronger.

The two met in mid-1978(this is copied from the history part, sorry) when Julie was coming home from a friend’s house. Rick was running away from the Fyralogin Empire when he stumbled into Julie after coming out of his portal gun. He had been shot in the leg, so Julie offered to help him, which he accepted and stayed at her house for a few days until the wound healed. After his leg was better, they still kept in contact and were now friends.

He ended up moving in with her, where she began doing her best to improve his mental and physical health, as well as better him as a person.

After getting married in 1979, they still remained close, and had their daughter Beth in 1980. When Julie began working that same year, they couldn’t see each other as much as they wished, so they were always happy to be together. Julie helped Rick look after Beth as the years passed, and was unaware of the existence of “Froopyland”. Through all these years, they still remained deeply in love with each other.

When Rick left in 1994, Julie still loved him and missed him deeply. She waited for him until her death. On her deathbed, she proclaimed her love for him. Even now after her death, Rick still secretly is in love with her and misses her all the time. He continues to remain sexually active and had that brief relationship with Unity, twice, to try and get over her....hasn't worked so well.

Tropes

Opposites Attract-Julie is kind, loving and pure. Rick is an asshole who hates others and has seen too much. Despite their differences, they’re meant for each other.

All Girls Want Bad Boys-Rick is not a nice guy, far from it, and is a criminal. Julie loves him anyways

Love Redeems-Julie’s kindness has managed to soften Rick’s cold and hard heart.

Brooding Boy, Gentle Girl-Rick is pretty brooding, Julie is gentle. She gives him space and allows his growth to be natural and slow

Inconvenient Attraction-Rick is annoyed by his own feelings.

Operation:Jealousy-Rick can’t help but be jealous, even when they weren’t together

You Are Worth Hell-Rick will go through all odds just for Julie’s sake

Flowers of Romance-Rick gives Julie a crystal rose, which is a symbol for their love.

Beth Smith

Julie was always a loving, caring mother figure to her daughter, and only child, Beth.

Ever since she was a teenager, Julie knew she wanted to be a mother. But she decided to wait until she was married, which she did in 1979. A year after in 1980, she became pregnant and gave birth to her and Rick’s daughter Beth at age 29.

Because of the laws at the time, Julie was only able to take 6 weeks off from work, but she made those 6 weeks count. Julie looked after Beth the best she could, and even taught Rick how to properly look after their baby. As Beth grew older, Julie always remained a kind and loving mother. She helped her daughter with her dreams, and was always supportive and understanding. However, Beth didn’t appreciate her, she saw Julie as mundane, boring and unremarkable compared to Rick. This broke Julie’s heart, and despite her attempts to bond with Beth, it never worked.

After Rick left, Beth blamed it on Julie, saying her mother’s “boringness’ caused Rick to leave her. She fought with her mom, hated her and blamed her for all her problems. When Julie died, Beth was sad and did mourn her, but still held resentment towards her. Because Jerry was also similar to Julie, this furthered her dislike for Jerry. She never truly appreciated her.

Jerry Smith

Julie was upset that Jerry had gotten Beth pregnant, but never harbored any resentment towards him. She wanted Beth to be happy, and hoped she and Jerry would have a good life together. Jerry had been a bit weary of Julie at first because he was scared of her possible reaction, but was relieved to see she was kind and gentle.

He was happy to have her as his mother-in-law, and thought she would be a good role model for Summer. After her death, Jerry was saddened, and tried to comfort Beth as much as he could.

Summer Smith

Summer doesn't remember her grandmother, as Julie died when she was still a baby. But in the short time they knew each other, Julie adored her granddaughter and would help Beth take care of her at times.

Vivian Curtis

Vivian and Julie have known each since they were babies, with their mothers even be best friends for years. They have always been close with each other, and have always been supportive of the other as well.

Vivian has always tended to be a bit critical of Julie, usually regarding her choices and boyfriends. She was particularly unhappy with Rick and Julie’s relationship, thinking of Rick as nothing more than a dangerous criminal. But eventually, she got over it as always.

Mark Norris

Julie was introduced to Mark when they were teenagers. She and him instantly became friends from then on. After Mark was rescued, he began living with Julie and her parents. It was from there that they developed a brother-sister relationship that remains strong.

Mark is the most supportive towards Julie of all her friends. He gets angry when someone demeans her, and always jumps her defence. She goes to him for advice, and he always tries to help as best he can

Tropes

Like Brother and Sister-Mark and Julie are very close. They love each other, but not in the romantic sense. They love each other as the siblings they never had instead.

Platonic Life Partners-They are best friends. It's better that way.

Extras

MBTI:ISFP

Alliance:Neutral Good

Astrological Sign:Taurus(May 16th)

Temperament: Phlegmatic

Enneagram Type:The Helper

Character Archetypes:Caretaker, Introvert, Samaritan

Introvert/Extrovert/Ambivert: Introverted

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Optimistic

Daredevil or Cautious:Cautious

Logical or Emotional:Emotional

Working or Relaxing:Relaxing

Night owl or Early bird:Early bird

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat:Methodical and neat

Symbol:Heart

Native Language:English

Spoken Languages: Other than English, Julie knows a bit of Spanish from Rick and various alien languages

Julie has very neat handwriting, and can easily write in cursive if need be. When out in public, Julie walks around a bit nervously but otherwise, her movement is normal and upright. Occasionally, she does cover her face a bit. She also tends to clap when excited, and twirls her hair with her fingers when being shy, or thinking about someone she's in love with.

Interests/Hobbies

Julie loves reading, it's her favourite pastime and she's been reading since she was able to. Her room has a shelf filled with books, and she has a few more books in her living room. Her favourite genre is romance, but she also likes adventure, sci-fi and fantasy stories. She likes classic romance novels such as Pride and Prejudice and A Room With A View, but also more modern love stories(for the 70s..) and likes reading books that have hot muscular guys on the cover. She also doesn’t mind erotica either..

Julie strangely also has a fondness for video games. Since she first played Pong back when it was released into arcades, she thought it was the coolest thing ever and has been hooked since. She owns an Atari 2600 console and has a Pong console too.

She also likes space, and loves looking up at the stars. Living more in the city outskirts, Julie gets a better view of the stars. Her love for it stemmed back into her childhood, when she would sit on a blanket at night and watch the stars with her parents. She loves learning new things from Rick, and learning in general, and their adventures together. She is fascinated by the things they come across, like a crystal/gemstone planet or a planet with two moons. She has a big curiosity for the multiverse after all.

Being a nurse, Julie also has an interest in biology and medical stuff. She has no aversion to things like blood or needles/syringes either, and is excellent at properly looking after people, including herself. She keeps a first-aid kit in her home.

Julie is also a girly girl and so she likes dressing in pretty, feminine outfits. She also loves shopping, especially for clothes. Despite being very feminine and girly, she still doesn't mind getting dirty, and loves adventures and exploring.

She also loves to cook and bake food. She learned from her mother how to at a young age, and has loved it ever since.

Trivia

Julie was originally named Tatiana, it was changed to be an English name(jokes on me, Julie actually I found out is French, but its been used in the English-speaking world since the early 20th century so who cares).

Julie only started out as a design for Rick’s wife, then she developed a personality and well...here we are.

She is the only OC of mine to be paired up with a canon character.

Julie was originally not supposed to die, but instead to live and run away, becoming some kind of badass bounty hunter type. This was changed because keeping her alive was more realistic.

Julie’s original birth year was 1949, then it got moved to 1950 before I finally decided on 1951.

Name Meanings and Origins

Julie/Juliana

Both Julie and Juliana are English names meaning “descendant of Jupiter”. Jupiter was the leader of the Roman gods, and the god of sky and lightning. Julie is the French form of Julia, but has been used in the English-speaking world since the 20th century. Juliana is the feminine form of Julius(Iulianus).

Julie and Juliana both have origins in Ancient Rome, when it was “Iulia” (the letter j didn't exist yet). It has been used in England since the 18th century alongside its other form Gillian.

Juliana was the name of a saint and martyr from 14th century Nicomedia, Blessed Juliana of Norwich. She was also a mystic and author. Juliana was also the name of a 20th century queen from the Netherlands.

Lillian

English name meaning “lilly”.

This name has two possible origins. Either as a diminutive of Elizabeth, or an elaborated form of Lilly. It has been in use in England since the 1500s.

Kenyon

Irish surname meaning “little wolf”.

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GO THE KNUCKLE

The Back Page Byline: Damian Cowell

Take a trip down memory lane, back to a time when there were no video cameras, the umpy didn't really want to know and vengeance was dished out on the spot. Just keep your head down, says Damian Cowell.

It was Ted Whitten's first game. The boy who would become "Mr Football" was raw, but obviously talented, bursting to leave his imprint on the game. Keen to leave an imprint of another kind was Whitten's first VFL opponent, Richmond's Don "Mopsy" Fraser, one of the most feared players in the game. Mopsy's pre-match handshake was accompanied by a paralysing kick to the ankle. And when Whitten soared from the pack to mark and goal in Footscray's first attack, Mopsy quietly told him: "Do that again son, and you'll be in trouble."

Bluff, surely. Part of the game. The next time the ball arrived, there again was Whitten to mark and spear home a spiral punt with stunning accuracy.

Nothing happened. Nothing, that is, until just before three-quarter-time. Whitten sprinted for a loose ball, and suddenly, there was Mopsy, right behind him, close enough to deliver the chilling message: "This is it, son." The next thing Whitten remembered was waking up in hospital.

"This is it, son." Mopsy was giving Whitten a football education. He was acquainting Ted with one of the more jealously guarded tactical innovations of the pre-AFL era.

You are a coach, and your team is up against it. Where do you go when your on-ballers are second to the ball? Where do you go when your full-forward's getting thrashed? Where do you go when you can't get any run off the backline?

These days you would go to one of your 235 full-time assistants with the magnetic boards, so you could play chess with your multi-skilled, highly professional, ambidextrous, super-flexible modern footballers. In the old days, you would "go the knuckle".

It is a phrase that describes the great lost art of pre-meditated violence. When Mopsy said, "This is it, son", he was opening the history book Mike Munro-style to the days when giants like "Captain Blood" Jack Dyer and the fearsome Bob Chitty prowled the muddy fields with Depression-era grimness. It was often referred to in jocular conversation as "a bit of the old biffo" (which is about as non-onomatopoeic as you could get _ sounds more like some old Anzac Day drinking buddy, and not at all like having your jaw re-wired.) Then there was the popular phrase "to clean someone up" - now I'm sorry, but I thought cleaning up implied removal of mess.

Certainly, football has always been a contact sport, full of heavy collisions. But what made "going the knuckle'' special, was the element of volition, of pre-planning - "I think, therefore I knuckle."

Before the 1971 grand final, St Kilda coach Allan Jeans talked to his players about Hawthorn's champion full-forward Peter Hudson, and how the Saints would have to concede him at least five or six goals in the match. "Not if he's unconscious," came a voice from the back of the room, somewhere near St Kilda's Kevin "Cowboy" Neale. The Cowboy was of course joking, and it certainly wasn't his fault later in the match when Hudson went and shoved his left ear right in the way of Cowdy's fist during a loose ball contest. Hudson never did lose consciousness, but he went on to miss two chances from point-blank range to beat Bob Pratt's record of 150 goals in a season, and Hudson rarely ever missed. And so it was that "going the knuckle" determined football history, for neither Hudson nor anyone else has got near that record since.

In fact, speaking of Pratt, he was run over by a milk truck the night before the 1935 grand final against Collingwood, when he alone had stood between Collingwood and certain victory, which Collingwood promptly went on to achieve. No one ever proved any connection, but if there was, how about that for a creative application of the tactic?

Therein lies the science of the knuckle tactic. If you could not stop a whole team, then you would stop its key player. If you could not do this by restricting his supply of the ball, you could at least restrict his supply of oxygen - well, at least for a few crucial seconds, anyway.

"Going the knuckle" was football's instant wealth redistribution scheme, with the knuckle merchants its Robin Hoods. It was the One Nation Party of football tactics, born from the same dispossessed sense of "If I can't have it, then they're bloody well not going to get any, either". In the land of the tall poppy syndrome, to "go the knuckle" was to be a true Australian. And it was undoubtedly an art form. It takes skill to disguise a blow struck with fist, elbow or forearm, generally to the head of an opponent, hard enough to precipitate a sudden and marked decline in that player's subsequent influence on the game.

The skilled knuckle merchant incorporated it gracefully into the ebb and flow of his game - a blur of opposing jumpers, the ball goes back up the other end, and, hang on a minute, someone's down, he looks a bit like he's dead, doesn't he? Did you see it? No, I didn't either. Ah, well.

Of course, the further away from elite football you got, the less artful the application. A friend of mine played football for Parkdale in Melbourne's now defunct Federal League. He entertained me with the story of the grand final that was decided before the first bounce when the two key players of one team were grabbed in a headlock by their respective opponents and lovingly thumped into semi-retirement in front of an umpire too frightened to intervene. How gauche.

When you paid good money to go to a league match, you expected a certain standard, incorporating subtlety, accuracy, and concealment. League history is adorned by countless hard-men who knew how to commit acts of criminal assault with style and panache.

David Legge played for St Kilda in the '70s, and recalls his near-brush with the Grim Reaper's knuckle in a match against Hawthorn. Reaching forward to scoop up a loose ball, he sensed a brown and yellow jumper hurtling towards him, and he was quick enough to jerk backward and release the ball in time to see Leigh Matthews passing through the space he had occupied a split second earlier.

No "this is it, son" to warn him. Now, if that had been me, Matthews' jumper would not have been the only brown and yellow passing at that moment, I can assure you.

Matthews earned the name "Lethal" not just for his meanness, but for his devastating ability as a footballer - a rover who could kick a leisurely 11 goals, a matchwinner, time and time again.

But my word, he could be nasty. One of the creepiest bits of TV footage I've seen was the moment in the 1985 Hawthorn v Geelong match when, almost out of screen at the top of the picture, Matthews runs beside Geelong's equally mean Neville Bruns, and Bruns suddenly crumples like a suit that's dropped off its hanger.

The next clip from the match shows an ashen, drunkenly staggering Matthews being led off the field by trainers, his face covered in blood, a victim of that grand and honourable tradition, "the evener."

Bruns had his jaw rewired, and Matthews faced criminal charges, which was an indication that the era of Dyers and Chittys was coming to an end - the beginning of this new generation of softie footballers who obviously think there's something wrong with being hit by a bloke, then inviting him back for a post-match beer in the spinal ward.

Of course, a lot of the big hits in football history were fair, you'll argue. And you'd be talking about that other warm fuzzy phrase that has as much to do with fairness as "sweetbread" has to with sheep's pancreas, the "Fair Bump".

Footy custom defines that fist, forearm or elbow contact is naughty, but it's perfectly legitimate to make contact with a player provided you use the "good old hip and shoulder" (note that fuzzy old-friend terminology again.) I mean, what sort of girlie frock would complain about the use of the "good old hip and shoulder"? Hard, but fair, that's what the "good old hip and shoulder" is all about - Well, it would be if the two combatants were BOTH aiming at each other.

But what I find hard to fathom is this: player one can be running in one direction at full pace, with arms out trying to tame that errant footy, eyes for it alone, and then in like the clappers (whatever the hell that means) comes player two, whose sole intention is to "take out" player one - not, one would suggest, for a little dinner and dancing.

So you have one unprepared, unprotected body cannoned into by the "good old hip and shoulder" of a completely focused, taut, rippling ball of malevolent intention. And quicker than you can say "injuries consistent with a car accident", player one's day has taken a turn for the worse.

Everybody cheers player two, and the umpire awards him a free kick because player one has made no reasonable attempt to get rid of the ball, due to the rather unexpected presence of his own tongue in his windpipe. This, I feel, extends our definition of "fair" a little far.

And one of the least-discussed topics in football, (along with players' criminal records and what happens on footy trips) is the role of the coach. Did players "go the knuckle" purely out of personal vengefulness, or was it part of the team plan? We can only surmise, and funnily enough, if it did come directly from the coach, I can remember the tactic failing more times than it succeeding.

Who could forget the amazing 1989 grand final, and Mark Yeates' bile-inducing, blood-urinating "fair bump" on Dermott Brereton at the opening bounce? It was reduced to melodrama by Channel Seven years later when pictures of Brereton clenching his teeth and jogging back to the goal square, stopping off to wave away the trainers while having a quick spew, were run in slow motion to rousing music and a farcically dramaticvoice-over. However, despite that and Garry Hocking's "bit of the old biffo'' on Robert DiPierdomenico, Geelong still lost the game. As did Essendon the following year, when Collingwood seemed to become inspired after Gavin Brown won the Biffo lottery.

The most famous example of "co-incidental" violent acts leading a team to victory was the remarkable performance of Richmond in the 1973 grand final against Carlton. Richmond's Neil Balme, who later went on to become an erudite and innovative coach himself, went on a bit of a spring-cleaning frenzy, mistaking Carlton's Geoff Southby and Vin Waite's heads for the ball, and in the most memorable incident of them all, back-pocket Laurie Fowler executed a magnificently timed flying "fair bump" on Carlton man-mountain, captain-coach John Nicholls, who was 25 kilograms heavier, but thanks to Fowler, spent the rest of the match up there with the fairies. Coincidence? Let's add it all up. Richmond had been beaten by a rampant Carlton in the previous year's grand final, with virtually the same team, and again in the qualifying final of that year.

In that match, it was Southby who had tormented Richmond with a best-on-ground performance, and of course Nicholls was not only captain-coach and first ruck, but wielded an enormous influence over Carlton's fortunes.

So, what do we have - "a bit of the old biffo'', "a fair bump''. Two key players downed, two different agents of fate's dark hand sounds like orders came from the top, does it not?

It may have been in every coach's handbook back then, but you'll no longer find it there. Sadly, with trial-by-video, and football's new squeaky-clean corporate-box image, the modern era loomed like Mopsy Fraser and whispered "this is it, son" to the great tradition of on-field violence.

Admittedly, the game has become faster, slicker, more exciting without the constant threat of some heinous prince of darkness exacting his awful revenge on the innocent ball-carrier. But which of us armchair cowards watching the game didn't wish it as Peter Matera took his fifth running bounce? Which of us didn't wish it as Brett Heady walked into yet another open goal? Which of us didn't secretly imagine it as Peter Allen burst out in his red jumpsuit to entertain the pre-grand final crowd in 1980?

"Going the knuckle" was more than sport. It was a metaphor for life. Cruel and often random, but somehow just, like a tax-avoiding zillionaire discovering he has a degenerative disease, or a supermodel going bald. Life is full of Mopsys, Dyers and Chittys, waiting to spring out of a happy week and flatten you.

And the day my prostate goes the way of most men past a certain age, I'll know the four words on that doctor's lips, and speak them for him, and for us all. "This is it, son."

Caption: Four photos: A "bit of the old biffo" looms as Hawthorn's Dermott Brereton and Geelong's Steve Hocking eyeball each other during the 1989 Grand Final, but teammates had the restraining influence; Richmond strongman Neil Balme fires up in the 1973 Grand Final; Bomber Ken Fletcher checks on the health of Tiger Barry Richardson; VFA violence at its best (or worst)...Port Melbourne's Fred Cook is felled behind play in the 1976 Grand Final against Dandenong.

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Publication:The Age

Publication date: 21-12-1998

Edition: Late

Page no: 8

Section: Sport

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