Character Name: Lord Julian Newbury

Canon/Original: Original

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Family:
Father – Lord Cullen Newbury
Mother – Lady Constance Newbury (deceased)
Brothers – Sir Roger Newbury (19), Lord Michael Newbury (12)
Sisters – Ladies Isobel (16), Rachel (14), and Bridget Newbury (12 – Michael’s twin)

His manservant, Wilmot, isn’t a relative, but may as well be for all he’s done for Julian over the years.

Spirit:: n/a

Occupation: Heir to Newbury Fiefdom, Scholar

Place of Habitation: Newbury Fiefdom

Physical Description: Julian is average in terms of height and build, although he’s a touch slighter and less muscled than many of his peers, being more inclined to scholarly than militant pursuits. His face is narrow with high cheekbones, and he is currently making an attempt at a rather feeble goatee. His nose is straight, his eyes dark brown with long lashes, and his lips full. He wears his brown hair long and unkempt, and his overall look is that of a poet and a somber romantic. In terms of dress, he tends to avoid flashy displays of wealth – black, white, brown, and muted earth tones are among his preferred colors. His hands, while slender and lithe, are often covered in ink stains. He also has a bad habit of biting his nails.

All these are features one will notice when sitting and speaking to him. But as soon as he stands and walks, the viewer’s eye is drawn to the cane and limp – the result of a childhood accident that has left Julian’s left leg weakened and warped.

Personality: Julian is something of a dreamer; not necessarily an optimist, but a distant thinker with a tendency to stare off into space. Quiet and scholarly, he’d much rather read a book or dig through dusty manuscripts than attend galas and banquets. When forced into social situations, he gravitates towards the role of wallflower, though he can be civil and partake of minor conversation, provided it isn’t about hunting, fighting, or historic events that have occurred within his lifetime. But whenever engaged in conversation with him, most people get the impression that part of his mind isn’t rooted in the present. This has given him a reputation as aloof. But while not necessarily tactful (his observation skills are on the weak side), he can be very kind, and is at heart a gentle soul.

When it comes to women, he treats them as objects of art; to be adored from afar, and treated as muses and subjects of various poems. That said, he probably wouldn’t know what to do with one if she sat on his lap.

History: Julian was born a second son. No one had any expectations or ambitions for him, and that suited him fine – those things were reserved for his older brother Roger. And they suited him too – Roger was the strongest, fastest, and loudest of all Lord Newbury’s children, with a natural disposition to fight, laugh, and make the servant girls blush.

Julian, by comparison, was sickly as a young child, and surprised everyone merely by reaching his eighth birthday alive. He was a quiet lad, with an aptitude for letters and academics. His father invested in a tutor for the children, and Julian milked the poor man for knowledge long beyond the hours he was expected to work. It became clear that while Roger was a born leader, destined to fill his father’s large and battle-worn boots, Julian was destined to sit in some quiet Library and never be heard from again.

When Julian was eleven, Roger insisted his little brother go riding with him. Julian initially refused, but eventually caved beneath his brother’s pleading, taunting, and cajoling. They were a few miles from the fief when Julian’s horse became spooked and bolted into a copse of trees. A branch knocked Julian from his saddle, and the ensuing fall shattered his leg.

It took nearly two years for him to be able to walk again. When he reached the age of thirteen, he was sent abroad to pursue his studies, accompanied by his manservant Wilmot. He spent two years in Scalia, one in Arabia, and was pursuing deep research in Roma when an urgent missive from home arrived. It appeared that Roger and Lord Cullen, both hotheaded and stubborn, had had a drastic falling out. The Lord of Newbury fiefdom had disowned his eldest son, who had in turn spurned his father and taken off for the border. That left Julian in the position of heir to his father’s fiefdom, and with war on the horizon, his father demanded he returned immediately. Now Julian is once more on Thiasan soil, and trying to grasp Thiasan politics and prepare for the future he has been delivered.

Plot Potential: Court intrigue, politics, and possible husband for a certain lady from Lawley…

SAMPLE RP:

The bitter wind from the channel whipped at Julian’s cloak and scoured his face, rubbing his cheekbones raw and making his eyes water. He pulled the wool cloak tighter around him and stomped his feet. Of course, Roger and their father couldn’t possibly have had their altercation in the summer! Oh no – they had to infuriate one another in the dead of winter, forcing Julian to limp home through the whole of Scalia in the damned snow! How he missed the mild Thiasan weather…

The thought made him smile dryly. Who’d have thought he’d miss dull, barely-civilized, largely-illiterate Thiasa?

“Is the boat set to arrive soon, Wilmot?”

“Yessir. See the light in the fog?”

Julian squinted, his lashes frozen solid. “Not really.”

Wilmot harrumphed. “Well, it’s on its way to the harbor, sir. Be here in about ten minutes.”

“Ah. And how long will it take for us to freeze solid?”

Wilmot grinned, showing a mouthful of crooked yellow teeth. “About five, or so I reckon.”

Julian tried to blow some warmth into his hands and scowled. “Thank you, Wilmot.”

“You’re most welcome, m’Lord.”

What's the name of the Creator God the Ekaini worship?: ((yes))

This is an excellent application. I don't think more needs to be said. We can talk elsewhere about plot; it would also be pretty interesting if he ever met Brian, methinks--they're rather opposite-ish.

Anyway, lovely. Scholar. Hurrah!

Let me know if you want me to play another Newbury brother...