Full Name: Julian Noel D'Amico
Nickname(s): Jul
Age: 43
Date of Birth: January 18, 1981
Current Location: wilmington, nc (masonboro)
Gender: Cis Man
Pronouns: He/they
Marital status: Single.
Children: n/a
Orientation: click here
Occupation: Zookeeper
Language(s) Spoken: English, Spanish,
tw: death, murder.
It all started one fateful night, didn't it? A few drinks to loosen you up, but it's not like you actually needed them. You'd been drawn in by him the moment you saw him, that little smile, the curve of his lips, you'd been ensnared in his web before you even knew it. A night of passion like no other and he'd become something more than just a one night stand. Matias, was his name right? Or at least that's what you can recall from not even being smart enough to get his information so you lost contact soon after. You spoke to your friends about this mystery man and after a while you'd been told to just give up, even your best friend had told you that it wasn't worth it to chase ghosts. So you did, but you always had his image in the back of your mind.
Then one day your best friend decides to invite you out, telling you she has a surprise for you. Not one surprise but two in fact. She presents to you the man she's been seeing, and a colleague of hers, an intern from overseas. The intern was cute enough, charming even chatting you up immediately as you sort of pick up on the clues that she was setting you up on a date. But nothing would've prepared you for this, to see the man you'd been dreaming of since that night, dating your best friend. Whatever hopes you had shattered that night, I remember seeing you moping about and sulking, wishing the earth would swallow you. The intern was a nice distraction, making you forget about your woes and in turn you found yourself spending more time with him, getting to know the man, and maybe even falling for him.
It was a whirlwind romance for you two, even being engaged as you attended your best friend's wedding. But behind closed doors this picture perfect relationship was anything but. You were berated, belittled, demeaned, and called every name under the sun. You put up with it, because love endures right? The shift inside your lover changed like night and day, in public it was vastly different from who he was behind closed doors, a mean closed off person who wanted nothing to do with you, but you still proposed, you were still set to be married, and even if it was a small gathering, you were left alone at the altar. Dazed and confused, and once you went back home you caught him with another man, laughing in your face about the whole ordeal. How you were nothing more than a chance at a green card for him, but now that he'd found a much better deal, he didn't need you anymore. Then he vanished.
Then some news broke out about your friend's passing, and who the culprit was. A heated argument between your best friend and your ex, one that would end with the worst possible outcome. So you fled wishing to start anew, working at a zoo, taking care of the animals had always been your passion, even so far as to getting multiple degrees in this field. Now you live a quiet life in a town that you've built roots in, you've been here plenty of years to become one of the known faces. You take care of others, becoming a sort of father figure for some, a friend to many others. Everybody would always be welcome in your home, and yet you couldn't help but wonder whatever happened to...him.
