[hider=Iulian][b]Name:[/b] Iulian Demeas

[b]Age:[/b] 28

[b]Race:[/b] Jikari Human

[b]Gender/Pronouns:[/b] Him/His

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[b]Appearance:[/b]

Iulian is, without a doubt, one of the most solidly built people one could ever meet. While not particularly enormous in stature, standing just shy of 5'11, he is solid as a rock. He is broad shouldered and stocky, like a silverback gorilla stuffed into a man's body- easily surpassing two hundred and thirty pounds of muscle which flows from his legs to torso around shoulders to arms and full strong neck in an uninterrupted, unemphatic unity of strength.

Iulian's face has the makings of what one would consider attractive, with high cheekbones and a squared jaw, but any hint of suave lady killer has been lost to years and years of the hunt. Replaced instead with a more ghoulish appearance that some may say has its own roguish charm. His mouth is like a knife, and his face like a blade, his smile the flicker of light across a dagger revealing long canines and a rough tongue. His hair was long and tangled and greasy when hung down, concealing a face so scarred with old wounds it was impossible to tell where one began and another ended. His nose had been battered to his cheekbones; his heavy forehead nearly lost in a fierce tangle of eyebrows; but one can always see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines- as they glow with some sort of supernatural iridescence even in total darkness. Unlike most Jikari who are known for their deep olive tans and beautiful skin, there is surprisingly little color to Iulian's skin. It is white; not like another man’s white, but a white to make a body sick, a white to make a body’s flesh crawl - as if he hasn't seen the sun a day in his life.


[b]Attire:[/b] 
When in battle or simply traveling, Iulian wears armor that at first glance appears to be of fairly normal leather make. Thick and padded, protecting mainly the torso, forearms, and legs of the body and held together by adjustable buckles and straps rather than sewn into one cohesive piece. When pressed about this, Iulian will beam and heartily insist that after a good meal it can become rather uncomfortable and the adjustment is necessary. What is sewn into this armor however is genuine battle grade steel that protects the shins, upper arms, and stomach area. The steel is segmented rather than sheets, sacrificing a small amount of protection for greatly improved dexterity. The steel built into the armor's cuirass is layered into the leather armor and is largely obscured, but can be slotted in and out of the leather when the armor is removed from the wearer's body- allowing for relatively easy maintenance. The armor is kept in relatively good condition despite its near constant wear (functioning both for protection and daily travel wear) and is protected from the elements by a bear hide coat. 

When the environment is not suitable to his standard wear or armor is inappropriate, Iulian wears a simple tunic and trousers with a traveler's cloak. Not one for fashion, and as a traveling blade he has little need for nice clothing, far preferring function to form. 

[b]Outward Personality:[/b] 
Outwardly, Iulian is a fairly quiet man that manages a peculiar mixture of relaxed and energetic depending on how much alcohol is in his system. He's not particularly talkative, oftentimes politely refusing to talk about his life in the cult and the stories of his many hunts. However he is not unfriendly, regularly laughing along with the group or interacting and speaking his mind without necessarily speaking at all. He has a large presence and a forceful voice even if he rarely uses it, so when his does rise beyond that gravely undertone people listen.

Iulian's very nature is that of extremes as a result of the lycanthropy affecting his mind. When he does things, he does it with passion akin to that of a zealot, but when he cannot be bothered he really cannot be bothered. Lycans by their nature are prone to aggression, and his particular brand being that of a pack animal means that those he views distinctly below him in the pecking order might very well be ignored altogether if they get on his bad side. A man of the 'welps eat last' mentality, but far from a bully as many of his kind are. Years and years of channeling his aggression means that for the most part he does not lash out if it is not the heat of the moment, but the beast is still very much alive and well within him. If food is scarce or if tensions are high, Iulian is almost always one of the first to snap being predisposed to the primal entity inside him.

[b]Bonds:[/b] Money and the thrill of the hunt. As seen in nature, predators just cant help themselves when something runs.

[b]Goal:[/b] Iulian was raised with the mentality of 'find a mate and return with a child' driven into his head. He understands that this outlook is antiquated, and that forcing a person into the life he himself must live might not be the best thing to do in the rapidly changing world- so in the meantime amassing a decent sum of gold and finding someone worth fighting for along the way stands at the top of his list.

[b]Character Flaws:[/b] Iulian is a lycan, and is constantly at odds with himself when it comes to managing his more primal desires. Prone to aggression and extreme acts, Iulian is particularly more volatile than the average soldier in spite of the benefits of his affliction. Trained medical experts and other monster slayers may recognize his affliction outright and treat him as the very kind of monster that he seeks to destroy. Iulian has and always will be combating the worlds view of him as a wolf in sheeps clothing- because he is just that: a monster pretending to be a man.

[b]Backstory:[/b] 

Iulian hails from a tribe, or cult of sell sword warriors that live deep in the savannas of Jikari. This tribe has no official name or banner beyond their uniting affliction, and is largely referred to as simply the generalized Misthios'. From a young age, children are inflicted with lycanthropy of the hyena strain- granting them great strength and supernatural stamina in exchange for a loss of control and permanent alteration of who they once were... and raised as warriors and monster hunters for hire. The men are the hunters and gatherers, and the women maintain leadership positions as the cult is matriarchal in nature. Many male lycans do not remain within the tribe for long after they have completed their two decades of training and set off on their own to spread word of their practices and to introduce fresh blood into the tribe when they return with mates.

This tribe, and Iulian, are entirely carnivorous as a result of generational lycanthropy changing their diets and natural builds to be more reflective of their animistic counterparts and are never in one place for more than a few weeks, instead traveling from place to place following game animals in their never-ending hunt. Iulian has been off and on his own for eight years traveling Tithe and solving problems. Rain or shine, sleet or snow, man or monster. As long as there's coin involved and a sense of direction, Iulian is not far away.

[b]Skills:[/b] Iulian's nature as a lycan grants him great raw strength and reflex both in and out of his hybrid state, and phenomenal hearing, sight in the night, and smell. Furthermore the sheer power behind his jaws in hybridized form allows him to punch through armor like tissue paper and tear apart weapons, tools, and armor with relative ease. Furthermore Iulian is a skilled monster hunter, and is familiar with everything that can go bump in the night having spent every day of his life honing his craft. Finally Iulian's nature of living with danger has led him to become an alchemist that would make McGyver smile, and a field medic capable of field dressing most wounds that would otherwise be far worse or life threatening if left alone. Beyond this, Iulian is a skilled swordsman and an excellent tracker and scout, having spent most of his life hunting down things that do not want to be caught.

[b]Magic:[/b] Iulian is a competent alchemist, specializing in field alchemy that oftentimes is used to magnify certain aspects of one's person to deal with particular threats. Iulian is not capable of making a person stronger, or faster than normal as the time and ingredients requires are not conducive to life on the road. Instead, his potions function to improve and limit physiological functions of the body. Examples of this would be improved night vision, slower lactic acid buildup, potions that slow heart rate to prevent blood loss or allow one to hold their breath for longer, concoctions that improve the blood's ability to coagulate, or introducing a compound to the blood that makes it dangerous to consume depending on the quarry. Because these potions are oftentimes made quickly and improvisational in nature they come with side effects that can be dangerous and even deadly if taken too much or compounded with other potions.

[b]Weaponry:[/b] Iulian wields a silver long sword and a steel long sword, but only one at a time. He also carries a hunting knife and meathook for day to day chores and uses- these two are rarely used for much else.

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