this is my silly julian -- a drifter, a teenage runaway, full to the brim with '90s societal ennui, who grew up in a city where the majority of residents, including her immediate family, are (or, rather, were) a part of a strange cult whose eyes were glued to the stars. having severed herself from that life, she made a modest living for herself working odd jobs, including a rather long-term stint at a video rental store that she enjoyed, until, one day, all of the cultists just... vanished. maybe they were right about their strange prophecies after all. unnerved by the half-empty city around her, she takes to a nomadic lifestyle after a particularly nasty breakup between her and the first person she ever dared to love, making up new aliases and personas as she travels from city to city and never staying in one place for long. relationships aren't all they're cracked up to be. at least she'll always have her walkman.