[I][center][b][color=ffb220]0-----) Julianus Scipio (-----0[/color][/b][/center][/I]

Julianus had arrived in the city of Apulum several days before. It was a lovely city, one he had visited many years ago as a child. It was for this reason that he was wary, he knew that his family had a cold season home here and Juli worried that, despite the low odds, that his father could be around any corner. It was for this reason that the young would be gladiator was staying in the Sleeping Bear. The establishment was small and out of the way enough that Julianus was certain that his father would never be in such a place.

It was getting late, and Juli sat alone with a mug of ale. It was an interesting drink but that's not what held Julianus' mind. The House of Valens. It was once the most noble and glorious school in all of the Empire, perhaps the world. But then it fell apart instantly. While it was most curious and shouted foul play Julianus was not in the business of investigating curious happenings. Instead he was to be a warrior, and it was with great joy Julianus heard the news that the scion of Valens would be rebuilding the school. This was his chance to enter the games. While he knew he possessed a not minor amount of skill he would surely go so much farther with a team, and with a name like Valens surely the greatest warriors would be flocking to join the school.

It was then that Julianus' line of thought was interrupted. Juli had sat himself in the deepest corner of the common room in an attempt to avoid the noise being made by the large north man across the way, and Juli had hoped that after some drinks that the brutish man would put himself out but it was not to be, the man seemed able to keep drinking and demanding ever more. And of course he had taken all the establishments women, but to be fair the ladies here would be of the cheaper variant so perhaps that was for the best.
It was then that three men swept in and starting demanding information on some Orc. It was then that the fur draped man stood and confronted the trio. It seemed that Julianus would be in excellent view of the drunken conflict so often native of the north, this was bound to be good.

The first one went down so fast Julianus had barely noticed, that axe had flown fast. Then the battle was truly afoot. The two men who appeared to be bounty hunters were sent through a window, and then through it crawled the beastly warrior. Julianus took a long deep sip of his ale before the sick crunching sound of smashed skull rang out over the slowly falling rain. Juli watched as the north man came back in drenched in blood not entirely his own, and crawled upstairs. Perhaps the fight had tuckered him out. More likely he was going to drink some more alone. Either suited Julianus as he waited several minutes before ascending himself and retreating to his rented room.

Juli woke to the sound of a scream, and quickly throwing on a robe and pulling his sword peered out into the hall, before quickly shuting the door again. That was more Torgureni than he had ever wished to see. Julianus began to look over his belongings, what should he wear? He could dress in his best toga, the finest green hue, and with it a golden pendant marking his lineage. It would certainly give him an air of nobility, but that wasn't right was it? He gave up that life, he was to be a gladiator! So instead Julianus began to put on his armor, latching his shield to his back and clasping his sword to his waist before being on his way.

The town was as beautiful as ever, with the crisp air of the sea accenting the perfumes and spices on display in various stalls. Few bystanders paid Julianus much heed, gladiators were a common sight as of late with the tournament so soon to begin. One day they would all know his name though, Julianus promised.
On the edges of town, where the apartments and public buildings began to give way to the large estates and farmlands Julianus spotted the Valens manor. Approaching Juli took in the large walls and clean architecture, surely the late Valens was a man of taste, no doubt his daughter would be the same. The guards parted as Julianus approached, clearly seeing his gladiator's apparel and proud strut. Being guided in Julianus was led to a large training ground and Julianus couldn't help but gasp. While his old teacher had a similar facility in his own estate this was something else entirely. A place where dozens could train at once, though only a handful stood within at the time. 

At the far end was clearly the lady Loreia Valens, and she was talking with... Oh, it was [I]that[/I] orc the hunters were after. That certainly gave last night's combat greater context. Deciding not to interrupt and instead wait his turn Julianus walked by the tables of food, picking out a fig and some bread, before spotting a curiously robed figure standing in the shadows. Surely it would be well to know the other potential warriors that Julianus would hopefully be fighting with. Walking up to the figure Julianus also noted the boy nearby and, taking a bite from his fig said to the pair, [color=ffb220]"Well met, I am Julianus Scipio, you too seek to fight with house Valens?"[/color]