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General Information
Full Name: Julius Maximus Caesar
Nickname: To Be Given
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Roman - Hispania/Iberian Peninsula
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: N/A

Personality: Reserved, Composed, and Self Contained, he is indifferent, having to deal with harsh discipline and military behavior at every hour in every day. His ability to lead and command the legions of men sworn to Rome has not been lost on a young man who is capable and confident. However, due to tragedy and an unfortunate chain of events that pushed him further into the service of his people, he chooses to not get too close to anyone. He has a heart but one so fragile that even thinking about letting someone inside terrifies him to no small end. This is why he doesn't seem human anymore, simply watching with hollow eyes.

Good Traits: He doesn't speak much, if at all. He moves with a grace that is bred by a pedigree of good manners and virtues. However, even with his own decision to appear the way he does, he is just as likely to kill as he is inclined to help.

Bad Traits: The madness that seeps inside his dreams, haunting him beyond all hope of ever sleeping one night without having these terrible nightmares makes him prone to turn on anyone he isn't obligated to respect, his patience limited. He is tired and having him explain anything more than one time inspires his ire.

Habits: If he is not training with the men, sharpening his sword, maintaining his armor, absorbing helpful knowledge or even caring for his personal hygiene, then he is sleeping. He has such little time for anything that isn't necessary that he decides to spend what he can afford to on sleep. A soldier such as he doesn't know rest but still tries to reach for it nonetheless.

Brief Description: He is a nameless shadow, found only in the corners of places one doesn't think twice about looking back into. And this is how he prefers it. To be unnoticed, blending in with environment as a part of a picture, not as a person who once had ideals and a will of his own.

Appearance -

Height: 5"9

Weight/Build: 190 Lbs and lean from daily labor and left with little to no fat, while he wouldn't be able to take down Mars without spending half his life trying to kill him, he can fight with the best of the gods that are spoiling for a fight

Hair Color/Style: Hazel hair that has been cared for although cropped to fit the fancy of Caesar, it is short but cleaned, for the sake of appearances.

Eye Color: Amber eyes the color of molten gold. But unlike the metal which has so much worth, these orbs of what were meant to be bright lights were but shadows of the true enchanting hue.

Facial features: Gaunt cheeks, tired eyes, pronounced dimples and lines of aging around his mouth, he has been through his fair share of trials and tribulations.

Skin: Olive and healthy in general, he does give himself the luxury of a scented bath and oils to accompany him afterwards.

Voice: He uses it so rarely that it sounds odd. Deep, to be sure, with a slow drawl, understanding the Roman language well enough to converse in it but it would take him a few moments to get a full bodied sentence out.

Other (Optional): A fire brand bonding him to the House of Caesar could be found on the side of his neck, the tissue forever damaged by this one of many cruelties bestowed upon the young lad.

Backstory

"Being used as a pawn to make ends meet in the Roman Pantheon does not bother me. My life, however it may have be, has always been in the service of Rome and her people. I know nothing else besides the conquest of our enemies, the decimation of the masses that did not bow before our might. So knowing this, why would you ever believe me to be something better than am I now? There is no redemption, no saving grace coming my way. I do as I am told. I am still a soldier, after all."

- Julius

Born the bastard son of Death himself, Pluto, and a Noblewoman residing in the far reaches of Hispania, Julius could never have hoped for a happy childhood. As is with the misfortune of being an heir to an empire of the dead, so would there be the consequence for living until then. His mother had died in a attack by vicious and wild animals, coming back from the temple to pray to her lover and the others for peace and prosperity. Joining the legion so young and so soon afterwards to forget his past, he was broken down and built right back up, bearing a countenance that would be unmistakable. During countless marches and battles, his name was raised in every bar as a honor to work with and whispered in fear by his enemies. But years go by until he finally was approached by his father, The Lord of the Dead, and offered a choice. If Julius wanted, he could've been reunited with his mother in the underworld as a spirit, living in harmony at last. Or, he could've lived through his attempt to die, knowing that Rome would fall without Julius to fight for her. He made his choice and he now stands before the Pantheon, ready to fight at moments notice.

Dec 17th 2018 18:53

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