Thirty Seven. Owner of The Playpen. Hartley Avenue. Cursed or some shit.
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✦ DJ COTRONA, MALE, HE/HIM ✦ JULIAN HUNTER the THIRTY-SEVEN year old has been in Hidehill for THIRTY YEARS and was a ACQUAINTANCE to Ronnie Nilsson, the most recent shadow of Hidehill. Whispers on the streets are that the NEW OWNER OF THE PLAYPEN who lives in HARTLEY AVENUE are said to be VENTURESOME and MEDDLESOME but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.
TW: drugs, gambling
ABOUT
Georgia born to a single mother who claimed she couldn’t be too sure on who his father could be, it was a lie but one Julian never bothered to pick at because the sad eyes she looked at him with said enough and the lack of a father didn’t do much for him when he had so many others looking after him regardless. His mother was a stripper and some of her co-workers were seen more as family who helped raise him while they shared the roof over their heads which never changed from Georgia to Tennessee. At least when they landed in Hidehill they had their own place in Hadley Park.
With the lifestyle his mother partook in and seemed to have no desire in giving up, maybe he grew up a little quicker and eventually more independently than his peers but in Julian’s eyes what she had done for him was always enough. Even when things were rough for them financially or when she deep dived into the world of drugs, he never saw her as a bad person just unprepared for motherhood.
School was pretty easy for him to get through when it came to his grades but it was typically overshadowed by the trouble he constantly got himself into, blame boredom. From a young age Julian liked making money. When he was little it came in reward to chores, little jobs within the town; walking dogs, mowing lawns etc. The older he got, the more he wanted and the riskier he got of how he got that money. In reality, being introduced to the world of gambling was a safer option in regards to some of the other things he had done at that age.
He definitely shouldn’t have been allowed at the table but the company he had while gambling weren’t exactly saints and they figured it was easy money to take home for themselves. Unfortunately for them, Julian learned quick and when he really began emptying their pockets they stopped letting him in which only left him to go elsewhere to throw his money around. Eventually that became his main source of income, in poker specifically, especially when he could actually enter tournaments it only took one big win to hold him over for a while till the money ran low and he did it again.
The unofficial half job he did as a bouncer at the playpen practically fell into his lap. Being that he grew up around that kind of environment, he didn’t have much tolerance for the customers that overstepped their boundaries nor was he afraid to make it known. Eventually with time and his friendship to Cristal it became official position with more and with the years of that friendship she had entrusted him with the place if anything ever happened, something he thought would never matter until it did. With her death, the keys were handed over to him and all he could do was make sure the transition went smoothly.
DETAILS + WC
For tournaments he would often fly out to different places and if it was a real big win, he’d fuck off for a month or two without much of a mention as to where.
He thought because he didn’t grow up with much, the drive to have money went hand in hand with wanting to live more lavishly but he was wrong. His home in Hartley Avenue would often stay empty until WC took his offer to use it since he hardly ever stays there.
Same goes for the trailer he kept in Hadley Park although he feels more at home there, since he scarcely used it after getting his house in Hartley and made no plans to part with it, he let WC stay in it.
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