[Jules Marjoleine-Innova]

Jules Narcisse Marjoleine-Innova

Age 42 Birthday June 21, 1977 Gender Male Pronouns He/Him/His Orientation Pan/quoiromantic, demisexual Faction Citizen Class Explorer Rank Backyard Adventurer Occupation Adjunct Professor Hometown Ivy Town, Arciel Current Residence Ivy Town, Arciel

Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe yourself? Jules grinned broadly. "Why, I am exactly what you're looking for. I'm passionate about my work, and driven to get results. Additionally, I'm a people person, and an excellent communicator -- and, naturally, a natural leader." This was... stretching the truth to claim all of the above so confidently, but Jules had of course prepared an answer for the most common opening question of a job interview -- had done so multiple times. There was more than one acceptable answer, but the right answer was "as many of these particular buzzwords as you can use to describe yourself without flat-out lying." Why are you interested in the class you've chosen? Another obvious question. "Several reasons, really," Jules said. "I know I may not be the strongest or the most adventurous person you've seen in your office. Truth be told, I have a very particular interest: mining and geology. I want to gather the means to do field work -- I'm a geologist, focusing on the stones, minerals, and other rocks that have inherent energy charges which interact with those of certain pokémon. I want to broaden the field of knowledge -- but I've had plenty of time to do that sitting reading books, staring at samples through microscopes. I want to get my hands dirty, to experience the environment where the samples are gathered, rather than merely read a word or two describing the general biome and location." Jules also thought it would maybe help his physical and mental health to get out of the house more often, but that wasn't likely to impress anyone. Why are you interested in training in Arciel? Why not another region? Jules blinked. "I... live here?" he answered, voice quavering a bit in indecision. "I do suppose I could move, but where, and frankly, why would I?" He grimaced. "I do speak Kalosian -- my mother was Kalosian-Arcielan, so while the dialect is different, I am strongly bilingual. Trilingual, even, as I know some Unovan-Galarian from my father, though he didn't like to use it, preferring Common. Given his distaste for his family, I have no reason to chase my father's cultural background, and my mother barely left the region for a few weeks over her whole life. I've already traveled a bit more than that, some years back, for conferences in other regions... and they were fine. More than fine, really, quite nice. But nothing in the geology anywhere else ever seemed particularly special. Unique? Definitely. Interesting? Always. But special..." Jules made a dramatic shrug, using not only his shoulders but his arms and hands as well. "There are discoveries to be made out there, yes, probably. But I have more data on the baseline of 'normal' here, and there's quite as many discoveries to be had, I'm sure of it." Jules didn't mention that he didn't think his insurance would follow him across regions. What do you consider your best attributes? They can be physical, mental, social, or anything else. "Didn't I already..." Jules started to say, then shook his head. "No, not exactly, I suppose." Maybe they asked the same question twice to try to get an honest answer the second time around? "My mind, of course, but that's not terribly specific," he started. "My curiosity is what leads me anywhere in life, then puts me to the grindstone until I satisfy it. I finished my PhD at 28, no mean feat, thanks to it." Jules was less aware of how his empathy affected others. Not psychic-level empathy, but his tendency to throw himself into social interactions due to taking on whatever emotion he thought his conversation partner was displaying, and when it was negative, how he'd put himself to Solving the Problem with everything he had -- whether or not his help was actually wanted. Which itself was... both a positive and a negative quality, truth be told. What do you consider your worst attributes? Be honest, now! Here was another expected question, at least. And back on form, Jules had an answer that both sounded good and was actually true. "I work too hard," he said, with perhaps a bit more bitterness in his voice than he'd meant to let slip. "I keep going until a project is finished, with the general principle that sleep is for the weekend." Which had been a large factor in his being basically bedridden for a while. "Additionally, I'm very honest. I couldn't lie to save my life." He was, however, very good at telling the truth selectively... if he'd planned it in advance. If not, well. Good game. "And I'm not terribly good at keeping my head down, keeping quiet," he added, even if it wasn't particularly flattering or helpful. It was, however, quite obvious, to the point that Jules gestured down at his bright Alolan-print shirt. "Visually, or talking -- I haven't quite talked your ear off yet, but I can get going, I assure you. Or about my attitudes. My own parents were welcoming of my orientation, but my longest beau's were not accepting of me, of his orientation -- any of it. I will stand up for what's right, whether or not it's particularly wise." He hadn't really meant to go that far, but, well. Hopefully that looked good for his 'boldness' or whatever rating it took to be an Explorer. And, well, something the interviewer didn't write down, something Jules didn't share was something that he couldn't share. Probably his largest flaw was his obliviousness, to the point that he didn't even realize how oblivious he could be. Whether he was laser-focused on a task and noticed nothing else around him, or wool-gathering on nothing in particular, or just plain didn't pick up social cues -- Jules had a tendency to miss things that others might find plainly obvious. What was your childhood like? How was school? This prompted another elaborate shrug from Jules. "Ah, the usual, I suspect. I grew up here in Arciel, though in Plum rather than Ivy. I moved here after I finished high school, for the university. And of course I did a bit of the walking tour with a pokémon partner, but I wasn't in the right headspace at the time." In a number of ways, but Jules didn't want to think about all that. "So I enjoyed university. So much so that I graduated with my bachelor's early, and pushed through my master's and doctorate as quickly as I could, and that about puts paid to anything that could be reasonably considered childhood -- I might have been quite childish, but I assure you that's not changed, nor will it ever." He waggled his eyebrows at the interviewer and grinned. How is your relationship with your family? "Average, I suppose?" Jules answered. "I don't know, really. I grew up with a loving mother and father in a mostly typical nuclear family unit -- though my father did choose to hyphenate his surname with my mother's, rather than overriding hers with his, so that's something. And then, yes, I suppose that there's the fact that most children have extended family to speak of." For the first time in the interview, Jules notably grimaced. "I believe my father's family was none too pleased with him for marrying, ah, what were the words he used... 'some kalosian hippie,' that was it, I believe. Or a number of other things, I suppose, but for whatever reason I had no contact whatsoever with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins -- 'nullement'. No contact in the slightest. As for my mother's side, her parents evidently felt the same about her as his did. I forget what religion they were, but devout something or other, not important. She, however, was definitively a follower of Shaymin. My father was strictly secular, so I'm not sure entirely how they made that work -- but it did. And, while it may look like I took after my father in all respects, I can admit to hoping for guidance and trying to make nature a bit stronger how I can, in honor of my mother's spirit, requiescat in pace." What do you like to do for fun? "Honestly, I find my work quite fun -- or rather, I find research as a self-rewarding venture. I... still think of myself as a researcher, I suppose, when I don't have pre-prepared responses lined up." Jules looked away and chuckled self-consciously. "So, no, I don't find the behind the scenes work of teaching classes much fun... though the actual lectures, when I have students who engage -- oh, there's no thrill quite like seeing the light in a person's eyes as they understand. Helping nurture that curiosity, then fulfill it -- and immediately, a new curiosity has burnt forth. Oh, it's--" Jules put his fingers to his lips and kissed them with an audible smack, intentionally imitating a stereotypical Kalosian chef. "Exquisite. But I suppose that still doesn't answer the spirit of the question, which is really: what do I do in my off hours?" Jules sighed, and picked up the coffee cup he'd brought into the interview. It had long gone cold, but he didn't particularly mind, and he needed a moment to collect his thoughts, and the pleasant flavor helped him focus. "People call me a womanizer," he said finally, putting down his cup. "That's not quite accurate. I-- well, first of all, I'm very much not straight, but I suppose there isn't a term for a man who is seen with many women and men both. 'Slut' comes to mind, but it's gendered, and... no, of course they all assume that's what I am, don't they." Jules sighed. "I enjoy people. I enjoy sharing ideas, talking into the small hours of the night. I enjoy the occasional drink with friends, and I love playing games. I don't entirely understand why so many folks make such a harsh distinction between 'friends' and 'lovers' -- if I care about someone, I care. Whether or not I'm physically attracted to their body doesn't have any effect on how I feel about them emotionally. If anything, being emotionally invested will make someone physically attractive to me. Not that I haven't had the spare booty call, but it's incredibly unfulfilling, to be honest. No, sex is okay, but I'd much rather have the dates and the movies and the nights out before that." The interviewer was dutifully taking down notes but were quite red in the face. They hadn't needed or wanted to know about Jules' sex life. What are your feelings on romance? Jules laughed heartily. "Didn't I just answer that?" "Yes," the interviewer said, "but it's one of the questions." "That seems a little... invasive, if I'm honest," Jules said with a grimace. "I don't mind talking about my sex life," and with that realized how quickly he'd gotten comfortable with this interviewer, and completely dropped his professional air. Oh, well. Picking up where he left off, Jules said, "Everyone else in the office seems to, whatever I try to do about it. So I might as well-- aha, come out with it, as it were. But that's not really necessary for the bureaucracy to know about me in order to get an Explorer's license, is it?" "I'm keeping a note of your answers," the interviewer said, "but no, I'm not sending this above. It's all to aid in my judgement of you and your character. It's pass or fail, up to my judgement." "So... you didn't really need to ask the question you already had an answer to, then?" More than a bit flustered by now, the interviewer said, "Ah, well... I have an order to these things. I go down the list, make notes, and move on to the next item, the same every time. Speaking of... I'm meant to be the one asking questions, and you answering. If you wouldn't mind--" "Fair enough, my l--la..." Jules stumbled over his words as he realized he couldn't tell what gender his interviewer was, but after just a moment landed on "loquacious interrogator. Let's continue." What are your goals for the future? Short-term and long-term. "Long term is simple. I'd like to get back into teaching more than a single evening class, and get a research grant. I'd like to spend that grant money on spectrometers, on aura-analysers, on time and energy and manpower to figure out what it is that makes the world around us tick, and why concentrated energies collect into stones. I'd like to break new ground, leave my mark on the world for after I die -- not for the fame and fortune, though of course that's appealing in its own right. But no, I believe I talked a little earlier about my philosophy on leaving a place better than how you found it. I want to better science so the next generation has that much more information to build on. 'I see far only because I stand on the shoulders of giants' is a striking phrase, but not quite accurate. I don't stand on the shoulders of Aristotle and Newton. I stand on the shoulders of Kukui and Sycamore, who stand on the shoulders of Rowan and Oak, who stand on the shoulders... well, you see my point. We're making an acrobatic sort of jacob's ladder into space, and I'd like to be the next rung of it." After such a long period of speech, Jules had to pause to take a breath and wet his throat with another drink of coffee. "Short term," he said after a moment, "is much harder. I don't exactly have athsma, but I have some breathing issues. The kind that more regular exercise would help, rather than exacerbate, so the doctors tell me. And getting out of the city wouldn't hurt either. And... to be honest, having been half-bedridden the past few years put me in such a funk, I can hardly sit still anymore. Someone mentioned off-hand that I could get more samples to look at by just mining them up myself, and... one thing led to another, and applying for this seemed like a viable solution to a lot of my predicaments. But after that? Will getting out actually help either my physical or mental health? There's no real way to know. So... for the moment, I try to focus on even shorter term. After this interview, which has been more tiring than I'd expected it to be -- no offense to you, I just hadn't expected real questions which required real thought." Jules paused. "Where was I going with this?" Another moment, then, "Right! After this, I think I'll grab a sandwich and a coffee and probably just... nap. I meant to work on some schoolwork, but over-extending myself is part of why I ended up where I was to begin with. So I'm working on the day-to-day things." If you could be a Pokemon, what species or typing would you choose and why? "What do you think?" There was a moment of silence as the interviewer realized they were actually expected to answer. "I... don't know? " Jules grinned. "Isn't it obvious? I do mean... Geology..." Realization and horror dawned on the interviewer's face. "Don't--" "...rocks," Jules finished, and waggled his eyebrows. The interviewer facepalmed, but wrote down the answer. What do Pokemon mean to you? Jules knitted his brows together and gave the interviewer a questioning look. "What do they mean? I... I don't know." He chewed his lip in thought for a moment. "What do you mean? What do I mean? What does anything on this forsaken planet mean? Nothing, inherently. But that's what I love about people. We give things meaning. There's no pure, objective reason I should care about the next generation -- I don't have children." Jules stopped suddenly, as he realized he was only mostly sure of that fact. Still, he picked up, "My genes aren't carrying on past myself. I have no stake in the future after my death, from an evolutionary point of view. But I do care, because I care for those around me. And this includes pokémon. All the current science points to pokémon being on par with humans when it comes to intelligence, at least on average. They do not communicate in the same way we do, but to see them as lesser beings because they look something like the less-intelligent animals they replaced, or because being energy beings they're able to be processed into code, essentially, and stored in pokeballs... it's wrong. I don't mean morally wrong -- though that happens to be true as well, but no, I mean wrong as in factually, demonstrably incorrect. They're partners, in the truest sense of the word." Another pause. "Well, on second thought, maybe not. It occurs that, considering the pokémon I've known, I can tell the difference between purely platonic affection for said pokémon, and the mess of crazy, wonderful, painful, beautiful, confusing emotions I get from any new person I befriend. I'm... not sure if this explains why I've never really had much interest in training pokémon myself, not until now, or if this just makes it stranger." Anything else you'd like to tell us about before you go? Jules thought for a moment. "Almost certainly," he said, "but I can't remember it at the moment, so we can treat the answer as if it were 'no' for the sake of time."

Appearance

Height 5'09" / 175cm Build Thin and bony, with just a bit of sag to show he used to be Quite A Twink Hair Color Ginger Red Eye Color Hazel

Jules' wardrobe is a lot of Alolan shirts, as they're the perfect blend of garish while still 'fancy' enough to be worn in an office setting. He also often wears sunglasses, due to a recently diagnosed photosensitivity. While I may end up using some pictures of Crowley that have short hair, due to facial expression or outfit being On Point, Jules has worn his hair long for his entire life, and would legitimately have a nervous breakdown if it were cut against his will. Aura Warm, dark olive greens with gold filigree and orange flowers -- hibiscus, maybe? There's no definite shape to them, but the orange splotches emanate a feeling of hibiscus flowers, somehow. He's completely unaware of it, though its strength seems to give him a certain je nais se quois.

Skills, Abilities, & Notoriety

STANDARD SKILLS Agility -10 Charisma 15 Cooking 0 Crime 0 Dexterity 0 Farming 0 Fishing 0 Gaming 0 Luck 15 Mining 0 Performance (Type) 0 Profession (Geology) 15 Stamina 10 Stealth 0 Strength -10 Other 0 POWER SKILLS Aura 10 Psychic 0 Abilities N/A NOTORIETY Reputation 0 Fame 0 Alignment 0 - Neutral Other Notes He's had issues with chronic illness and then depression from the issues the illness gave him. He's only now getting back on his feet, due to the help from insurance and his long-term beau, Gryphon. Pokemon Starter Option Hatch Day Opt. B -- Rock Type OOC or IC? OOC Gem Spending? N/A OOC Info Played By Floramei Face Claim Crowley from Good Omens

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