Name: Julius Ragnarson
Nickname: 'Caesar' (negative) Julie(y) (friendly/teasing) otherwise none.
Appearance: Pale skinned as a northern European might be expected to be with a healthy pink tinge, Julius is the type who might burn easily but consequently finds it easy to develop a light tan in a short space of time. His hair is wavy blond edging more towards the white, always neatly brushed towards the right and slightly back, creating a side parting, and kept at a length which never reaches below collar length at the back or to his eyebrows at the front. Julius' storm-grey eyes were taken from him in the House of Powers, leaving him with empty eye sockets which he now hides with a navy blue strip of cloth wrapped around his head. Of medium shoulder breadth and thin at the hips, Julius has the beginnings of the vaunted 'triangular torso' athlete's build. However, at a mere five foot nine inches tall, he hardly has an imposing physique.
Power: Air. The control and compression of any form of atmosphere reminiscent of Earth's breathable air (i.e. getting into the nitty-gritty specifics, Julius has control over compounds comprised majorly either of Nitrogen or Oxygen (this includes Carbon Dioxide/Monoxide)). Forms of use might include creating a consistent (very local) updraft underneath an object and it would appear as if it were levitating, compressing air to point it becomes infinitely sharp (like an invisible and very, very sharp sword) or the obvious of just blasting gusts of air left right and centre! (but obviously without going god mode). For whatever reason, Julius' powers have become stronger since his eyes were removed, most likely due to his increased reliance upon them for every day life.
Personality: Kind, calm and thoughtful. Julius is a young man who keeps a level head at almost all times and is carefully planner and strategist, however once his temper has been unleashed there is little that will calm him down.
Skills/Talents: Julius is academically intelligent, the kind of boy who can walk into an exam having never seen the curriculum and still pass well above average. Unlike most academics he also has a fair degree of common sense and is rather practical. His specific talents would be a natural talent for sports, especially gymnastics and long distance running (marathon, for example).
Aside from this, he has a highly inquisitive mind capable of processing large amounts of written material quickly and efficiently, remembering the vast majority of it and remembering where to find the material he could not fully process. Speed reader does not quite cover this fully as Julius has a higher intake of the knowledge than most fast readers.
Also, Julius has some ability at playing both the piano and the trumpet.
House of Powers experience: Julius was one of the architects behind the escape from the House of Powers, working alongside friends he had made during their brief stay in the facility. Both his eyes were taken to be experiment upon so he is now forced to wear a cloth strip around his eyes to hide the empty sockets from others. Able to see through reading air currents, Julius is by no means blind in the usual meaning.
Previous life: Julius' family is a bit of a haphazard affair. The second born but the only surviving child, Julius has suffered both the 'only child' and the resented, not quite good enough, treatments. His mother has a strong attachment, but having lost her first child in a premature birth her mental state is not exactly perfect and this has led to both an oppresive clinginess and a mistaking of Julius for her first child. As time passed her condition grew worse and Julius' mother would sometimes believe that he was a ghost. His father, seeing the slow degrading of Julius' mother's sanity, grew to hate Julius for causing the family such suffering and ruining his perfect domestic ideal. After Julius' powers first manifested after he fell from a fourth floor window but suffered no injuries and left no sign of impact on the ground Julius' father began to reject his very existence, both hating and fearing his own son. In recent weeks his father had appeared guilty at the sight of Julius and excused himself awkwardly from the room, as if his conscience could not bare to see his own son anymore.
Then, one day, as Julius sat poring over an in-depth text upon the social history of sixteenth century England to supplement his A level history coursework, Julius' father entered the room with two men; one clearly an academic of frail build and wearing a white coat and the other a plain grey business suit with an earpiece clearly showing itself over the back of his ear. Shutting his book, with a bookmark from a local history heritage site at his current page, Julius stood up, book in hand, to greet the visitors. The plain suit quickly stepped forward and the last thing Julius saw was a right hook heading straight for his left temple. The next thing he knew he was a wake in a modern, spartan, white room on a relatively comfy bed; still holding his book.