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Name: Julian

Name Meaning: Latin; Youthful, Downy (also "Jove's child" and "belonging to Julius")

Parent Sin: Spider-demon (Reshmi)

Parent Neutral: Faun (Faun)

Age: Pre-Teen (

Birthday: June 1st (Gemini)

Hair: Medium length, straight, stark white

Eyes: Quadclops: main eyes are pupiless, second set on forehead as smaller. All four are white.

Height:

Physique: Slim, pointed face, rather lanky all around

Unique Physical Attributes:

- Antlers: Two pale deer-like antlers. One is more developed that the other.

- Pointed ears: Very long and pointed, almost elven in nature. His sense of hearing is very good and his ears are very expressive.

- Quadclops: Both sets of eyes respond similarly to each other, though his main set tend to weird people out due to their lack of pupils.

- Fangs: Julian has fangs. All the better to smile at you with, my dear.

- Three Arms: Two arms on the right, a single on his left. Makes getting clothing very difficult.
-- Each hand only has two fingers and a thumb. Does not make grabbing things very difficult.

- Multi-toned Skin: The lower half of Julian's body, as well as from his elbows down, is gray and speckled with purple. He also has a gray mask across his main eyes.

- Faun Legs & Hooves: His legs are more deer-like, and his feet are white cloven hooves.

Inherited Skills:
- From Faun: Improved sense of hearing, ability to stand perfectly still like a statue, just a generally quiet nature, quick reflexes and agile footing.
- From Enki: Affinity for blood and meat, nimble fingers, ability to spin red thread

Sexuality: Unknown

Significant Other: None

Offspring: None

Likes
- Books: Julian loves to read, and there are few things he enjoys as much as sitting down and reading a good book.
- Classic music: We can thank Mercedes for this one. Wanting Julian to be cultured, she's always made sure he's had some great symphony for him to listen to. Julian doesn't complain.
- Watching people: He is an observer, and being able to stand so still makes it quite easy for him to just sit back and watch the daily interactions of others.
- His brother: There is nothing as important to Jules as his twin, Isaac. He misses him terribly, and just wishes they'd been sent to the same home.

Dislikes
- Mercedes: He knows how crooked she is deep down, and doesn't appreciate her treatment of him or anyone else deemed "not worth her time".
- Stupidity: Julian prides himself in being intelligent. While he can appreciate a person who is wise but lacking book smarts, he can't stand out-right idiots.

Personality: Despite his protests, Julian really is a spoiled rich kid. He doesn't particularly like getting dirty, and he'd just prefer to sit inside all day.

Theme Song:

Adult Speaking/Singing Voice:

Oh the people I've Met

Pics

reserved

Isaac & his family - New

Mercedes leaned in close to her bathroom mirror, applying a thin coat of the liner to the underside of her eyelid. She was feeling more rushed for work than usual today, after once again underestimating how long it took to get a child ready to go out somewhere. Her hair was improperly tussled, but that would have to wait for a last check in the mirror on the way out of her house.

"Julian?" she called, finishing with the eyeliner and checking to make sure her make up was spotless.

"Julian, you had better not be getting into trouble!" she shouted, irritated now. While pulling out her lipstick, Mercy turned to poke her head out the bathroom door. She didn't see the small figure in the door until she was almost out it, the sudden realization she was being watched making her jump back with a start.

Julian, freakish little thing that he was, was standing ever so quietly in the doorway, watching her get ready. He looked perfectly disgruntled, third arm tugging at the collar of his blazer in irritation.

Though, Mercedes inwardly commented, he did look dashing for a monster. The day after she "adopted" Julian, she'd hired a tailor to come and alter all of the clothes she'd purchased in order to fit his...unique qualities, like the third arm and his strangely shaped legs. The tailor had said he wasn't sure how to make pants for such an interesting young boy, but had known of a colleague who might be up for the job. He'd have to get back to Mercy in a day or two.

Right now, Jules would be stuck in knee high short pants and had to walk around shoeless. Thankfully, his steps were dainty and Mercedes didn't have to worry about him scuffing her nice hardwood floors.

But, back to the offense at hand; "Don't scare me like that," she stated coldly, turning back to her mirror in order to put the rosy make up onto her lips.

Julian, in his ever silent way, stood and watched her longer. His head tilted curiously to the side before he asked "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready, which is something I should have stopped doing ten minutes ago but I had to get you ready to go first," Mercedes said, snapping the top back onto her lipstick before shoving it into her purse. "We're going to be late."

An hour later, Mercedes helped Julian out of her car and ushered him quickly into the high rise building which was her family business. Their footsteps echoed together; her heels and his hooves clicking sharply on the tile floor as them made a dash for the executive elevator. Once inside, Mercedes used her e-card to unlock the button for her private office, the suite at the top of the building.

They rode the elevator to the top floor, something Mercedes was well used to doing by now, but the ride still took entirely too long for Julian. He was shifting and trying desperately to hold his bladder by the time they got to their stop, scuttling past the security guards towards the bathroom.

Mercedes sighed as he went, chucking her coat onto a chair before heading for her desk. She was adjusting her Cobalt Tooth ear piece by the time he came out, looking much more at ease.

“Did you wash your hands?” she snapped. When Julian nodded his head, she looked at him suspiciously. “All of them?”

Julian nodded his head again, showing her all his hands to prove that yes, he had indeed washed them all.

“Good, now go sit down and wait for your tutor to show up. I’m just glad we weren’t the only ones running late this-Morning, Mr. Hao! Yes, so sorry to keep you waiting. But please, let’s talk about more pleasant things, shall we?”

With that, she was off to do whatever it was big business women did at 8:30 in the morning. Julian was just fine with the arrangement; while interesting to watch, that woman could be completely insufferable. He seated himself in a chair by the currently inactive electric fireplace; his favorite place to sit because it kept him out of Mercedes’ way (or her out of his, preferably) but still allowed him to observe the entire goings on of the office.

A little while later, there was a buzz that signaled the use of the elevator and after what seemed like forever, the golden doors opened to reveal a shabby looking gentleman with a briefcase in his hand. He smiled and greeted the guards by name, walking briskly into the heart of the office. Mercedes was still deep in conversation on the phone, but she did manage to wave at him as politely as possible and point in the direction to where Julian had taken up refuge.

“Ah, Mr. Julian!” the man said brightly, a sharp contrast to Mercedes’ usually behavior. “How are you this morning?”

For the first time that day, Julian smiled. He liked Mr. Banner; he was older, much older than Mercedes, and treated Julian more like a person than anyone else in this prison ever did.

“Well,” Julian said as he stood when the man approached him, taking the offered hand and shaking it the way that Mr. Banner had taught him to.

“I take it you also ran late this morning?” Mr. Banner said with a chuckle, setting down his briefcase besides the chair sitting opposite from Julian’s.

The boy nodded, grinning as he sat back down and eyed the briefcase eagerly; “Today’s lesson?” he asked.

The tutor nodded his head, sitting down in the chair next to his case, “Yes, today’s going to be a very important lesson, Jules. Today, I’m going to teach you using a wonderful tool called the alphabet, and then we’ll do some counting with numbers, which I think you will also find very enjoyable.”

Mr. Banner tugged the black leather case onto his lap, popping open the lid and pulling out a pair of small white boards, along with some markers and a paperback work book. He handed one of the white boards to Julian, allowing the boy to pick a marker from the pack. The spawn picked a black one, liking the sharp contrast it provided on the board, and sat back in his chair to await Mr. Banner’s instructions.

“Excellent. Now, the alphabet is a series of letters. And letters are very important because they make up every word in our language. Every language has its own set of letters, but today we’re only focusing on the English language, and even then only the major letters. As always, the first one is the best place to start, so I’m going to ask you to draw the letter ‘A’. First, make a big triangle shape, like a mountain, on your board.”

As he spoke, Mr. Banner demonstrated his instructions; he made sure the white board was facing Julian so that the boy could see exactly what his tutor was asking of him. Once Mr. Banner finished, Julian repeated the action and turned his own board around to show the teacher.

“Very nicely done, Julian; now, to finish the A, you just make a bridge in the middle, like this,” and Mr. Banner drew the middle bar for his letter, turning it once again for the child to see.

Julian copied the movement before displaying his work for his teacher, a hopeful and eager look in his eyes.

“Good! The letter ‘A’ makes a variety of sounds, but the two big ones are ‘ah’, like in apple.” Mr. Banner replaced his black marker with a red one, drawing a very portly apple on his board. “By the way, Jules, what color is this apple?”

“Red,” Julian stated, attempting to mimic the image with his own marker.

“Very good, though don’t worry about drawing the shapes today. That’s not important for now. That ‘ah’ sound is what’s called a short sound. The opposite of short is?”

“Long.”

“Correct, and the long sound that the letter A makes is just like the name of the letter itself. That would be ‘ay’ like in ape. Now, I can’t draw an ape, but you know what they look like, right?”

Julian nodded his head; “Apes are monkeys but bigger, and no tail,” he recited one of his lessons from a previous day.

Mr. Banner beamed proudly at the boy. “Well done, Julian. Well done. So, the two sounds that the letter ‘A’ makes are?”

“‘Ah’ like apple and ‘ay’ like ape,” the little boy said enthusiastically, shifting happily in his seat.

“Perfect. So, that’s the first letter of the alphabet, let’s move on to the second, shall we?” Mr. Banner said briskly, wiping off what was on his board and starting on the next letter.

The rest of the day was filled with learning all 26 letters of the alphabet, along with their short and long sounds, before pausing for lunch. After that, they began counting with numbers, using the markers and other various objects in the room to demonstrate the lesson with. They even counted how many times Mercedes cursed about the prices of materials or the incompetence of people, but lost track somewhere after the 28th time.

“That one,” Julian said after a particularly nasty argument that Mercedes had on the phone. “Yells a lot.”

Mr. Banner smiled at Julian’s observation, nodding his head slowly; “Yes, she does that sometimes. She’s just a extremely stressed out woman, Jules; you have the right idea, though, staying out of her way. I knew you were smart from day one when I came in here and saw you sitting outside the line of fire,” Mr. Banner chuckled.

While not fully understanding the meaning of what his tutor said, Julian knew it must be funny because Mr. Banner thought so. He also smiled, and laughed quietly; the sound was like moth’s wings in the wind, very soft and flighty.

“Hmm, but I shouldn’t be saying things like that about your mother, though. Not very polite, you see,” the man said a little guiltily, realizing perhaps a second too late that encouraging Julian to tease Ms. Fauve might come back to get him.

Julian, however, wrinkled his nose. His main eyes narrowed some at the idea of having to be polite to Mercedes – to “his mother” – but if Mr. Banner said it was the right thing to do, the spawn wasn’t going to argue with him. Mr. Banner was very smart and had taught Julian just about everything he knew. Besides, he treated Julian well…not like a freak to be shunned and ignored.

“Well, I do think that’s all I have for us today, Mr. Julian,” the tutor said as he began to pack up their supplies.

With a disappointed sigh, Julian slid from his chair and also began to clean up, wiping off the white boards and making sure all the markers were put back into their correct boxes. He handed them off to Mr. Banner once they were organized, standing back when the man placed everything back into the briefcase and clicked the silver locks shut.

“Ms. Fauve,” Mr. Banner called as he stood up. “Julian’s finished all his lessons for the day.”

Mercedes was sitting in her huge office chair when the tutor called out, talking on the phone as usual. She spun around quickly, her hand waving dramatically as she tried to hush him without pausing in her conversation. Mr. Banner sighed, nodding his head obediently before turning back to the strange little boy that he called his student.

“Well, Jules, I’ll see you on Monday. Behave yourself for you mother this weekend and remember to study your alphabet and numbers. Next time we meet, we’ll be going over putting those letters to good use. Very well?”

“Very well,” Julian said with a nod, reaching out to shake the teacher’s hand in farewell before Mr. Banner headed for the elevator.

The man would wave one last time as the golden doors shut on him, and Julian sighed forlornly. He really wished Mr. Banner had been the one to adopt him; him and Isaac both. Living with him would be so much better than living with her; anything was probably better than living with her.

Looking over at Mercedes, Julian wondered just how his brother was doing. Was he learning the alphabet and letters and how to count, too? He couldn’t see Izzy sitting still long enough to really go through a lesson like Julian did, and he gave another sigh. He missed his brother so much. Why had they separated them?

His footsteps barely echoed on the tile as he walked over towards Mercedes’ desk, standing on the other side of it from where she sat and waiting. He waited, and waited…and waited more, before finally Mercedes reached for the cell phone on her desk.

“Yes, it’s been a fruitful day, Mr. Hao…wonderful doing business with you, as always. I’ll have my secretary e-mail yours with today’s progress report. Itte irasshai.”

Sitting back with a sigh, Mercedes turned to look at Julian with a small glare, “Are you going to stand there all day, or did you want something?” Her voice was slightly course from all the talking she’d done that day.

“Was polite. Waited,” Julian explained without much remorse in his tone. “Can see Izzy today?”

“Izzy?” Mercedes repeated, confused at first. Who the hell was Izzy? Oh! Oh, yes, the twin. Oh God, she was not going to see that horrid other child again. At least Julian was quiet. Julian she could handle…but that other one. No, she did not want to expose herself to that menace.

“No,” Mercedes replied sternly, starting to turn away. “It’s too late today and you’ve got lessons tomorrow.”

“Is weekend. No lessons,” Julian reminded her, narrowing his eyes as she turned her back to him. “Miss my Izzy. You promised soon.”

Mercedes groaned, rubbing her temples; “Why do you have to bring these things up at the end of such a long day? Which, I might add, started off that way because of you? I’ve got entirely too much work to do the next two days, weekend or not; I don’t have the time to take you to visit your freakish twin!”

Mercedes stood up quickly, the back of the chair crashing against the desk as she walked away towards the window of her office. She looked out over the city skyline, wishing she still smoked. She tapped her fingers anxiously against the glass, pondering just what to do. While every fiber of her being said to forget the idea, there was still that plan which festered in the back of her mind. It was corrupted now, a darker version of its former self ever since the discovery that this heir was a monster…but still, it lingered, encouraging her to care for the boy and see him grow up into something powerful. He may still be useful to her in the future, and what good was he going to be if he was broken?

“Please?” Julian suddenly asked, and he actually sounded pitiful. “Miss my brother. Please, see him soon?”

Mercedes opened her eyes, not realizing they’d closed as she stood, and noticed the reflection of the boy in the window. His whole body seemed so much smaller, his pointed ears hanging low and a droop in his frame. His main set of arms was clasped behind his back, that out of place third appendage awkwardly scratching the opposite shoulder. With another sigh, the young executive began to consider her possibilities.

“I’ll call Isaac’s father tonight,” she said, tired. She was tired? Usually after a day of such powerful trading and communication, she was energized. Dealing with this boy really took a lot out of her, and she slumped down into the chair again in order to relax for just a moment – please, just one? – before she knew she’d have to get up and get the little brat home.

Julian smiled as Mercedes gave in; inwardly commenting that he saved these conversations because he knew she was very worn out at the end of the day and more likely to cave when he asked for something. He’d leave her be for now, knowing better than to push his luck with such a tentative situation. Instead, he’d head over to his usually spot, climbing up onto the cushion and deciding to wait. He was very good at waiting.

Phone call with Dominic