Julian appears to be in his early thirties or late twenties. He is fully bearded, though his chestnut brown hair seems to be turning a premature gray. His eyes are a cool, calculating set of amethysts set into a rugged face hewn like granite, though it is never far from an easy smile.
He cuts an imposing figure, approaching seven feet high in a battered suit of black power armor bereft of any insignia. A sheathed hand and a half sword is slung across his back and a large bolt pistol sits on his hip. He carries himself with the swagger of an ex soldier who never quite let go of life in the military.
He is a gun for hire, experienced, expensive, and worth every crown.
He cuts an imposing figure, approaching seven feet high in a battered suit of black power armor bereft of any insignia. A sheathed hand and a half sword is slung across his back and a large bolt pistol sits on his hip. He carries himself with the swagger of an ex soldier who never quite let go of life in the military.
He is a gun for hire, experienced, expensive, and worth every crown.
