Full Name:
Harlyn Itzel Enright

Nicknames/Aliases:
Epsilon

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Gift:
Shapeshifting; of a sort, at least. At will, Epsilon can take on a rather disturbing form that improves her speed, strength, and defense, and she has naturally thick skin in more ways than one.

Loyalty:
Mercenary. Currently on time off, however.

Description:
Standing at roughly 6’0”, Harley’s form is one built up of hard living, exercise, and conflict. She’s lean and muscular, with scarred tan skin and a face that, while worn and rough, still manages to hold a near-constant mirth. She has salt-and-pepper hair that reaches the center of her back, which she often keeps tied in a lazy braid. Her eyes are a warm shade of hazel, and on her collarbone is a tattoo of the greek epsilon symbol.
Tends to dress in worn leather jeans, short sleeved shirts, and hiking boots.

When using her Gift, her limbs growing elongated and spindly, fingers growing into claws, jaw sprouting sharp teeth and becoming horribly misshapen in order to accommodate them- often yawning open thanks to the odd formation of fangs inside her mouth. There’s something almost spiderlike about her body in this state, and the way she moves is downright wrong.

Personality:
Harley is a friendly (if not rugged and somewhat eccentric) woman by nature. Calm and lackadaisical, it’s notably difficult to ruffle her feathers, or get another response to any real prodding than a good-natured chuckle and a dry quip. She can be remarkably amiable towards friends and enemies alike, and is fiercely loyal to the former, but there is a somewhat darker aspect of her personality in turn. Harley is violent and somewhat hedonistic, relishing in fist-fights and baser pleasures. She has a strong code of ethics in spite of this, though, reflected in how she refuses to work in the business of children or in positions of particular weakness.

Skills:
- Trained in weapon usage and combat.
- Her Gift can make her a threatening force to deal with, as she’s remarkably nimble, strong, and possesses a hide thick enough that knives will have a hard time piercing it.
- Given that she resides in the Ashland, she knows well enough how to survive.

Weaknesses:
- Despite her speed and the strength of both her attack and body, especially when her Gift is active, she’s not invincible. Fire and bullets and all sorts of nasty ways a Gifted could harm another still wound her.

- Her code of ethics, as well as her thirst for bloodshed, both serve as a way for an enemy to take an advantage.

- Smokes regularly.

Brief History:
Harlyn’s roots lie in a small community that exists deep within the ashland’s grasp, made up of men and women of various skills, occupations, and interests, but sharing one thing in common- the strength of their Gifts. The village is composed primarily of those with weaker abilities than most, such as being able to pull music from thin air, or have an immediate understanding of any languages one comes across. The only individual with any noteworthy power is their leader, who can, depending on who currently holds the role, have Gifts rivaling those of a high ranking faction member. Any children within this community born stronger than their parents are presented with a choice when they come of age: to either fight the current leader to the death in an attempt to take the position for themselves, or leave the village, finding their life elsewhere.

Epsilon, the result of a union between a ribbon-making Gifted and a low level pyrokinetic, was among the children presented the choice. Instead of risking her life in a vie for leadership, she decided to take her chances in leaving. While many of her fellow exiles chose to join one faction or the other, Epsilon took up both a living as a soldier of fortune, and her current moniker, which she often uses interchangeably with her own name.

A while ago, during one of her hunts, she was rather heavily wounded. A child hiding nearby discovered her, and, risking her safety, approached and healed the worst of Epsilon’s wounds. The child explained that she had gotten lost from her family, and, grateful for her help, Epsilon offered to help her find her family once she had finished recovering.

It’s been some time that the odd pair have been coexisting, and the kid has grown on her some.
Even if she is really strange.

Other:

Full Name:
Caroline Morgan Pelacour

Nicknames/Aliases:
Clockwork, Clocky, Dolly

Age:
6

Gender:
Female

Gifts:
Potent Healing/Regeneration

Loyalty:
Her family, though it was once officially LIberty.

Description:
“Unique” would be the kindest word one might use to describe Caroline’s appearance. “Creepy” less so. Despite being a child, she lacks the softened look that many of those her age carry; instead appearing almost lifeless and distinctly artificial. She wears little to no expression for the most part, her skin is porcelain pale, and her eyes- an unnatural shade of purple as it stands- appear glassy and lifeless, like those of a dead fish. Black hair falls to her back in ringlets, and attempting to shear it to a more reasonable length for the ash simply results in it sprouting back. She tends to wear whatever fits her, and whatever is most practical for roaming the ash.

Personality:
Tying in with her off-putting looks is her personality. Despite being a child, Caroline seems far too cynical and uncannily mature for her age. She speaks in a complete monotone, with mannerisms more akin to an older woman than anything. However, while rather disturbing, the girl holds little ill intent, and can be fairly pleasant if one ignores how disturbing she is otherwise. Caroline tends to be very grateful towards those who do.
Part of her quietly wishes to have been a regular child.

Skills:
- Caroline is an exceptional healer for her age. Her abilities allow her to heal a variety of wounds, snatching people from the brink of death. They extend largely as far as to what the human body could naturally heal- a sword through the spine would still leave one paralyzed after she healed them- though it is possible for her to stretch this power further. She can, with a cost, restore someone’s youth, and even get one’s heart beating in the rare times when the damage isn’t too severe.

- These abilities extend to herself, as well. For a child, Caroline is remarkably difficult to kill. It may take some time, but if grievously injured, she can drag herself back from over the edge and regain a grasp on life. This seems to account for her unnatural appearance.

Weaknesses:
- After performing particularly difficult or tasking healings, Caroline will become weak and sluggish. Her regeneration and the miracles she can pull come at a fairly great cost, as well. As she’s only a child, severe regeneration, and bringing someone back from the dead, is a rather terrifying experience for her, warping her sense of reality and perception of time for a while and leaving her unconcious. The first, and only, time she restored the youth of someone left her in a temporary coma.

- For all of her healing prowess, Clockwork is still very much a child, and lacks any offensive power to physically protect herself. As such, she’s essentially defenseless.

- In a fight, her family and those she likes often take priority.

Brief History:
Born as a result of one of Liberty’s many, many dives into the realm of genetics, in which two powerful healers were used to create a child- a healer that would be capable of keeping the leaders, the powerful, and the influential alive. She was handed over to the Founder shortly after her birth, and was raised as his child. Her father, whose life was artificially extended past the war via Gifts, taught her that the unpowered man was not a bogeyman to be feared, but simply, living, human beings. Regret for his actions haunted him, as well as disgust for what had become of his Liberty. Made a puppet king for his country, and fearing the threat of martyrdom, he took his family and fled to the ash.

Some time after their escape, Caroline was separated from the rest of her family. Unable to do much else, she hid, though was drawn out after some time by the sight of a wounded woman. The woman was Epsilon, who, in gratitude, offered to look after the odd child and help her find her family.

Caroline has been looked after by the odd woman since then, and, while thankful, she grows more worried for her family by the day.

Other:
- Fairly well read, with a notable preference towards old human literature.

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Full Name:
Cordelia Imogen Vasilisa

Nicknames/Aliases:
Delia, Miss Gable

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Gift:
Emotion Manipulation: Cordelia’s power allows her to project waves of emotion via touch, or in a limited radius around herself.

Loyalty:
Erubescian- Alchemist

Description:
Cordelia is a bit of an odd woman, even in looks. She stands at 5’6”, with a build and face that make it a bit difficult to tell if she happens to be a pretty young man, or a boyish young lady. Her lips are thin, constantly drawn into a pleasant sort of smile, and the best indication one could have towards her gender is the length of her curly blonde hair.
The most notable feature of hers is her eyes, however. A bright gold, looking into her left will lead one to notice that she has two pupils in one eye. Almost as if the smaller of the two simply split off, the pupils react normally enough, though it gives that eye an almost insectile appearance. While largely a minor condition, it does happen to alter her vision slightly, and she wears glasses to make up for the fault.

As an Alchemist, Cordelia often wears a lab coat over a set of cutely patterned scrubs (featuring pastel flowers, most often, though sometimes she’ll go for something more outlandish like owls and the like). When off duty, she’ll wear pastel shirts and colorful pants.

On the whole, she seems to really like pastels.

Personality:
While intelligent enough to have reached her position at such a young age, Cordelia is a bit off, to say the least. She often speaks with a sort of breathiness, and in short, stilted, almost awkward sentences. The longer the sentence, however, the more odd her phrasing. While not particularly interested in high society or loyalty to the King, she’s devoted to her work, taking a great amount of pride in it and always being driven towards the pursuit and advancement of knowledge.
At times, her means of getting there are a bit...odd, to say the least, even if her initial ideas appear to have a well enough explanation as to why she’s doing what she’s doing. Some might mistake her fascination and drive for an ambition to rise to the top, though she’s quick to state that it’s simply a passion for a craft that motivates her into doing what she does.


Skills:
- An intelligent young woman, with the sort of determination and willingness to find alternative- if not particularly unusual- ways of working around problems.
- Her emotion power allows her to effectively stun and disarm quite easily. The effect is at its most potent and focused when delivered by touch, though the field that she can project out from herself still very much has an effect. By swaying one’s emotions into a state of tranquility or deep sadness, she can pacify them, or rile them up up with feelings of anger and jealousy. She most typically uses this to keep subjects calm and cooperative, however.
- Quite innovative.

Weaknesses:
- What she possesses in intelligence, she’s entirely lacking in the ability to fight. She avoids physical confrontations as much as possible, leaving that to others more capable than herself.
- While her Gift can stun and influence the target, it can be resisted and pushed against- especially when she uses it in a radius, instead of through direct contact.
- In addition, while projecting her Gift around herself, she can’t pick and choose who’s affected within her range.


Brief History:
Cordelia was born the child of the notable, if not somewhat, infamous Chancellor Azrael Gable, known for his overwhelming, nigh disturbing level of loyalty towards Erubesco and its King, and a stained glass artist who he had long had a relationship with until he took on his current line of work. A child was born from that relationship, though in spite of the rather scandalous circumstances that surrounded Cordelia’s birth, Azrael didn’t seem ashamed. Instead, he simply sent a stream of money and shallow encouragement the way of his former lover.

The young girl grew up with an odd, enigmatic sort of figure as a father, flitting in and out of her life from time to time, and a mother who did what she could for her child. Surprisingly enough, as she grew, Cordelia became more and more like the strange father than the knowable mother with each passing day. She displayed a keen interest in Gifts, pushing the boundaries of what was possible, and ways of coaxing the rate of progress even a few seconds into the future. It was soon discovered she had a knack for the field, and she was accepted into an internship after some time- an internship that quickly progressed into a full-time job.

Cordelia appears to be a prodigy, but with her...certain quirks, it’s difficult to say what might happen in the future.

Other:

Full Name: Nick

Nicknames/Aliases: The Anthropomorphic Hurricane (self-given), The Fool of the Desert, The Idiot with the Swords.

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Gift: Mental Weapon Summoning/Levitation
Whenever Nick touches a weapon, he stores it in a 'vault' within his mind. He can then summon a copy of that weapon and move it with his mind. He can currently summon a total of six weapons at a time before it causes large-scale internal damage though, and even summoning a single weapon causes a certain level of strain to his brain. This strain grows for things with lots of moving parts like firearms, to the point where he can only summon two rifle-level guns at one time without his brain exploding. Finally, while difficult to accomplish, if one of his weapons should break properly, it has a similar effect to a flashbang going off directly in front of his eyes.

Loyalty: Just another dumb Ashlander.

Description:
Nick is tall and somewhat muscular, with short, messy black hair and a smile that all too often gets mistaken for a smirk when it really, really isn’t…

Personality:
In a word, Nick is friendly. Like, stupidly friendly. He is the kind of person who will try to start a conversation and help people whenever he can, whether he's in a town centre full of friends or a secluded tavern filled with generic baddies. His judge of character is almost famous for how terrible it is, something that can be clearly seen during interaction with some of the less savoury members of society.

It definitely takes a lot to make him legitimately annoyed. Should you actually manage to get him angry, however, his entire demeanour will change. He will grow cold, calculated, and quiet, and fight with an almost mechanical efficiency. Get him beyond that point, and he will tear through any opposition to reach you.

In the end though, he's very naive, hoping for the best of people even when it’s clear that someone is beyond saving. He believes that almost anyone can be redeemed, sometimes acting rather desperately to prove that belief is correct. Perhaps he has his reasons, but with the exception of those who form a particularly close bond with him, a proper explanation could not be expected.

Skills:
He is quite skilled with multiple forms of weaponry, spending a good chunk of his time practicing with the ones he summons.

He can be surprisingly clever and efficient when making plans, and he's even better at improvising when said plans fail horribly! The improvisation may not always include smart actions, but it usually works out...

He's not a bad cook, at least according to him. This rarely comes up though, so whatever.

Weaknesses:
He can be kind of an idiot, especially during the heat of the moment, and often makes reckless, impulsive decisions that get him in trouble.

He has a weird sense of humour, with many of his jokes just not landing, and it’s not uncommon for some of the worse ones to leave people questioning his sanity.

His weapon summoning can take a lot out of him, depending on the intricacy of the weapon being summoned. Specifically, a large number of moving parts within a weapon will make it take a decent amount of energy to summon.

Even when his stupid decisions don't end up getting him into fights, his face makes every genuine smile he attempts look like an antagonistic smirk enough to usually drag him into them anyway.

Brief History:
Not a lot is actually known about Nicks past. He simply appeared in a random town a couple of months ago, entering the tavern and asking the nearest person if there was anything he could do to help them, while simultaneously asking why no one was answering him when he tried to talk to them.

Two days later, he could be seen in the outskirts of the town, surrounded by the small gang of bandits led by the man he'd approached in said tavern. No one knows exactly what happened in those two days, and the only clues to what it might have been was the cold glare on Nicks face. Finally, after what felt like hours but was really just minutes, Nick made his move, showing himself as the true badass he was. He summoned a zweihander and threw it at the man.

And then sprinted past him when he dodged it, terror clear on his face.

As Nick dashed back into the wasteland, the leader of the bandits took his gang and gave chase, shouting about how he would teach him how they deal with people who pull stunts like his. Screams, shouts and gunfire rang could be heard all the way back in town for the entire day, many of them clearly Nicks from the voice, and only stopping after three or four hours.

When they finally did stop, a group of lawmen travelled to the sight to investigate. Instead of the single, obliterated corpse they expected to find, they were surprised to see a majority of the gang, all unconscious but still alive, tied up and left lying on the ground. Scratched into the dirt next to them was a short message apologising for the noise and a crudely drawn picture of Nicks smiling face.

And so began the tale of the Fool of the Desert.

Other:
I mean, I'm sure anyone whose seen the show I'm referencing will realise who Nick is based on, just by the personality, but I added a nice new stupid nickname just in case. It's also his favourite character, hence why he gave that nickname to himself.

Full Name:
Meri Odana

Nicknames/Aliases:
The Grinning Ghost

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Gift: Incorporeal Physiology/Phasing
Meri possesses the odd gift of turning incorporeal, allowing her to pass through objects, and for objects to pass through her. However, unlike the usual version of this power, her natural form is actually the incorporeal one, with her actually having to push herself to take on a normal, physical form. This can be irritating, as it takes considerable effort for her to shift, and it makes something as simple as eating a job that can leave her exhausted. Still, it has its benefits, leaving her pretty much untouchable by physical dangers.

As a side effect of her powers, she can choose to pass on the incorporeal aspect to objects she touches directly, although it is extremely difficult to change anything that’s particularly heavy, and cannot be applied to any living thing. For these reasons, she usually only uses it for clothes.

Loyalty:
All the people of the world! Her friendship spread throughout the people as if it were a plague!

Description:
Well, usually she’s transparent and blue, so there’s that. The same goes for her clothes, which usually takes the form of a simple shirt and pants beneath a long cloak, which somehow seems to flutter even though the wind shouldn’t be able to affect it.. She rarely wears shoes, because there isn’t really that much point when anything sharp on the ground just goes through her.

While in her corporeal form, she has blonde hair, which she usually keeps in a short ponytail, and brown eyes.

One particularly noticeable thing about her is the almost omnipresent smile. Even when she’s angry, which is rare enough, it’ll practically never leave her face. Of course, in the latter case, said smile is anything but friendly, often coming across as downright terrifying.

Personality:
Meri is an optimist in the same way that the Ashlands are a little dusty. Bubbly, loud and always ready to charge headfirst into a situation, there’s very little that could bring a girl like her down. Maybe it’s because of the fact that almost nothing can actually stop her, or that pain is a fairly foreign concept, but she is quite capable of finding the bright side of things even as the world burns around her.

However, she also has a fairly short attention span, and will regularly lose focus and search for new ways to entertain herself. More often than not, this ends with her trying to prank people by pretending to be a ghost, revealing a mischievous nature that probably would have gotten her killed by this point if not for her ability to avoid most physical attacks.

Skills:
Through experimenting with her powers, she’s developed a pretty good sense of timing, being able to predict when she needs to turn corporeal or incorporeal to avoid injury and make a counterattack.

She also has a very good grasp on the theoretical side of hand to hand combat, although hasn’t really gotten much of a chance to put this knowledge to practice.

Despite her disgust at the fact, she is actually ridiculously good at being a merchant, with an aptitude for haggling reading the market and managing money.

Weaknesses:
Turning corporeal takes a lot of energy, and extended use of the process will quickly leave Meri exhausted.
A lot of actions necessary to keep herself alive, such as eating and drinking, require her to turn corporeal, leaving herself vulnerable to ambush.

Despite her incorporeal nature allowing her to avoid physical damage, energy based sensations still seem to be able to cause her pain, even though they don’t actually injure her. For example, she can still feel heat and cold even while incorporeal. She has no idea why this is, but the fact that it can hurt her without actually doing any damage just seems to make the whole thing worse, as it leaves her open to the possibility of continuous torture without the risk of death.

Brief History:
To any who knows Meri currently, the girl she was just five years ago would be practically unrecognizable if not for the whole ‘blue and see through’ thing she has going on. She was born to an Erubescan merchant family, who expected her to continue the family tradition and focus on learning how to manipulate the economy to her favour. Naturally, she found this entire aspect of her life incredibly boring, often drifting through walls, and occasionally even the floor just to get out of listening to her parent’s lessons. The only time she ever had a real interest in the idea was when her family would travel to sell their wares, and she could see the world outside of their manor. The real world, where real people lived. Interesting people who didn’t spend their lives staring at numbers and trying to manipulate them just to get a little richer, but instead led their own lives with trials and rewards she would likely never know.

However, it seemed that she would get the chance to have some new experiences after all, although the means to do so came in possibly the worst form imaginable.

A bandit attack.

Before she even knew what was going on, most of their caravans guards had been killed and within seconds of the realisation hitting, so were her parents. Terrified, she could only watch frozen as the bandits tried to attack her as well, only to realise that all their attacks simply passed through her. After a few moments, she finally realised she needed to run, before one of them discovered how to hurt her, and took off into the wastes.

For three years after the attack, Meri remained missing, as if she had been completely wiped from the earth. However, one day the now seventeen year old ghostly girl reappeared, wandering into a small town deep within the Ashlands, a large grin stretched across her face. When some of the inhabitants asked what had her so happy, she simply told them that she had met someone who reminded her how to smile again, and that she’d decided she was going to do the same.

And so began the tale of the Grinning Ghost.

Other:

(From the Dominic Deegan comic, well worth a read...)

Age: 28
Gender: Male
Loyalty: Erubescian Grand Chancellor

Gift: Sound Manipulation
Julius can hear conversations in a place normally out of earshot with clarity, can accentuate/minimise sound he himself makes although he is not completely immune to the effects e.g. silencing his movements would mess with his natural movement as his brain could not understand the oddity, enhancing sound overly much could temporarily deafen himself as much as it incapacitates others.



Description
Julius is a young man and his face, studiously clean shaven and free of any marks or scars from illness, clearly shows his age. At first glance his resting expression is one of mild, open and innocent amusement; a welcoming face if ever there was one and invites those he converses with to open up and lower their guard. Julius' chestnut hair is thick and looks tightly controlled although there are hints as to its rebellious nature, the way his fringe pushes forwards and hangs on either side of his face speaks of a long battle for control resulting in a truce: the fringe may stay but is parted to the sides. He is what is described as boyishly handsome - his features never quite losing their youthful nature.

Most days Julius' attire is casual: suit trousers with a short-sleeved shirt and what could almost pass for a homespun jumper over the top and a long, trailing scarf wrapped around his neck. When the time calls for it he will pull out his suit and will be as respectable as the occasion demands it but he is not one to overdress on his everyday life; being underestimated is Julius' key weapon and his homely clothes and kind expression are tools in his arsenal to this end.

At all times he wears spectacles perched low on his nose and carries a walking stick, usually a plain wooden one he has crafted himself but has a more fashionable design of black wood and crystal to match his suit when attending formal events. His limp, to take weight off of his right leg, is barely noticeable and does not restrict him, it barely dents his speed when running and Julius may overplay his old injury to further his appearance of weakness at times.

Personality
Although his kind facade is a fundamental part of Julius' political strategy it is not entirely false; his first instinct is to reach out to others but his second, and stronger, nature is to control his actions tightly to further his aims and protect himself. He is highly intellectual and intelligent, a quick wit who enjoys successful endeavours in the world of intrigue but not out of malice, merely a sense of victory. He has no time for those he deems useless and, most of all, revels in the company of kindred spirits with whom he can discuss deeply philosophy and other academic pursuits. His key personality flaw is snobbery when it comes to academia and looks down on those he believes to be dim-witted.

Skills

Intellectual - Julius is well read and intelligent. For some this is a virtue of their upbringing and, to some extent, Julius' own intellect will come down to his relatively wealthy background. It is certainly true that his vociferous appetite for the acquisition of learning was enabled by the extensive access to books and research made available to him by his father's library. However, it would be shortsighted to label him as merely a well-read academic. His mind works faster than most others, his wide knowledge despite his age employed creatively and precisely with that focused intellect and he is wise when it comes to people unlike others with this same quality, the two traits combining into a deadly and flexible method of thought.

Silver-tongued - His quick wit extends to his tongue and Julius can talk his way out and through nearly any confrontation, emerging not only unscathed but often in the good favours of a former aggressor. His amiable nature is in part to aid this although he has steely side when pushed and this juxtaposition can often unnerve others enough for him to manipulate their own way of thinking to swing around and match his own. His young age makes those more experienced in the art underestimate him and allows him to win them over.

Educated - It is not just in the academics that Julius has form when it comes to knowledge. His ability to learn from anything he reads, hears or sees just the once is formidable and he has a wide array of combat styles he can employ and some of these he even has experience with, practicing his favourites to make up for the minor slowness his injured leg provides.

Weaknesses

Injured right leg - As a young boy Julius' leg was nearly crushed in an 'accident' that nearly took his life. Whether the attempt was aimed at him directly or missed his father is both unclear and also irrelevant, such events are to be expected in the upper echelons. As a result he has been left with a permanent limp and a mild weakness in his lower leg, the knee having never fully recovered. Day to day he can easily manage, with some small discomfort, a normal life although he supports himself with a walking stick to lessen the pain. Extended exercise can cause him severe pain, even with a brace, and he is slower than he might have been had he never been injured.

Snobbery - Try as he might Julius has a tendency to underestimate those he deems less clever than himself. While he acknowledges the rarity of his own intellect and is aware of his own weakness it is not something he can fully control or account for and often this oversight will come back to haunt him. It is not in his nature to openly mock people for the advantage he holds over them in this regard but may accidentally cause some slight embarrassment to others with his words.

Sound Manipulation - He is not in total control of his Gift and can accidentally eavesdrop on others. Normally this would not be a problem for the fact that it is mildly distracting, like trying to listen to two separate conversations at once. He has become used to the experience but it is not a constant phenomenon which can lead him to act oddly to those around him before realising it is his Gift acting up. He is also not immune to the effects of his own Gift when he actively employs it, the employing of sound amplification or nullification also affecting himself so it would be possible for him to rupture his own eardrums while trying to incapacitate another.

Brief History
Born to an affluent father of the Chancellor echelon and a mother whose parents were amongst the lofty heights of the Lordship classes, Julius wanted for very little as a young boy. He was the only child, his mother unable to conceive after his own birth and often sickly after the experience before a premature death when he was reaching his early teens. As such his parents, and grandparents, showered him with gifts and attention, if not affection, and he received a highly sought after education.

His father was keen for the family to advance, especially after gaining a rare connection to such a high class family through his wife, and focused his ambition on Julius after his own efforts failed. This drive, and Julius' own ambitions, had him excelling in most anything he turned his hand to from almost the moment he could walk. Every moment was spent in the library, exercising, learning from his betters and Julius loved the lifestyle; to this day his adoration of learning new things has not faded.

An assassination attempt, presumably aimed his father, was foiled shortly after his mother's death but Julius narrowly avoided the aftermath when a careering vehicle collided with him and crushed his leg. After rehabilitation he functions normally but still suffers from bouts of pain and a constant ache in his right knee. After this Julius' father became paranoid and drew back from public life, inadvertently thrusting his young son out into the world of politics and intrigue.

When many might have failed, Julius thrived on his new responsibilities. He made a name for himself as someone who got things done and done well and even legally. By his early twenties he had enough connections to rise above his father's old rank, achieving that long held ambition they had shared although not in the way his parents had envisaged.

Now, he toys with the idea of further advancement although not for any real desire for power or wealth. He is bored and, his boyhood ambition largely achieved, is in search of a new dream; one that will challenge but in as comfortable and least dangerous manner as possible.

Other
Julius is a great lover of old fashioned board games, especially chess and more complex ones such as Risk. He prefers physical pieces to more modern, digital equivalents although he is no less proficient in the latter; the sensation of touch and the personal connection are simply more interactive and amiable to his sensibilities.
He also likes music although has no ability to play an instrument, from a lack of trying for the most part, and has tremendous respect for those skilled in the art regardless of style or genre.