Julian Ashford

Magus

• Name: Julian Ashford Nicknames: Jules Age: don't be so rude! Gender: Male Species: Human(?) Handedness: Right, though dubiously ambidextrous Birthday: Feb 21, Pisces Personality: ENFP, The Inspirer Face Ref: Matthias Schoenaerts "She uttered once to me, 'can you take away this grief, Mage? For it is hurting me so.' I could do nought but reply, 'I'm sorry, but only tears and time may take away grief; that is what they were made for.'" A whispering song.
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  Always || The Man

  
  A tall man stands upon a refined posture and walks with a respectable gait, though his subtle and graceful movements grant him a gentle, modest demeanour. A complexion of warm ivory is pulled over soft, yet defined features, though shadowing ever-slightly around a pair of deeply set, hazel eyes. A head of dark-blonde hair is usually kept neat, though his jawline may sometimes bear the shadow of impending facial hair.
  
  Julian is always well-dressed, though his tastes are peculiar for modern times and one might question his choice of tailed coats and neck-ties. He walks perfectly comfortably, though he is sometimes accompanied by an ornate walking cane. Of course, this is no icon of a limping man, but rather the catalyst of a remarkable sorcerer.
  
  If one were to look upon Julian's bare torso, the surface of the first of his many secrets would be made known: a series of root-like scars, growing and spreading from the left side of his chest and sprawling across his abdomen and part of the way up to his shoulders, eventually fading into healthy flesh. A peculiar sight, indeed, though not quite hideous.
  

  
  
  

  Mostly || The Calm

  
  Julian Ashworth is a man who no one truly remembers, but who everyone has always remembered. He is a figure of peculiar origins, of whom no one is old enough to know the story of his sudden appearance, nor the date of his arrival at that strange, lonesome house. What is known is that he is a kindly, charitable gentleman, whose face perfectly matches the gentle warmth that blesses passersby. Though always properly dressed (in a manner that is perhaps a little out of this time), he could be called an almost-hermit, for he seldom strays from the quiet of his home, and isolates himself a little more than one might deem healthy.
  
  Within the walls of his seemingly home, Julian's true identity unfurls. He is what one might call a magician, or mage, or warlock, or trickster. He is a man of many mysteries and secrets, and recites enthralling incantations and chants so that they might unravel as miracles to the naked eye. Spells of healing, transformation, and teleportation are each perfectly common within Julian's small world, and by trade he presents himself as an artificer of sorts; a craftsman of intricate, magical objects.
  
  Though the man keeps mostly to himself, he is a terribly kind and polite individual, of whom holds his small camaraderie with the greatest care. Long-acquainted with the world of fairies and magic, his age and skills are vast and rarely matched. He eagerly teaches magic to those who wish to understand it.
  

  
  
  

  Sometimes || The Turmoil

  
  A man is haunted by flashbacks to a time lost in burned diaries.
  
  "You cannot stay here. I do not wish to hurt you."
  
  Echoes of blood and weeping eyes.
  
  "I think I killed people, once."
  
  Memories a man knows to be true, but denies it virulently through reformation.
  
  "Please, go!"
  
  But a man cannot truly escape his past.