Julius does not know where he was born. He has little memory and no second-hand knowledge of his earliest years, his father being less interested in personal details and more keen to discuss and impart the latest knowledge with his great fervour for intellectual pursuits. His mother is unknown to him: slave, Gaen like his father or rich aristocratic lady; he knows nothing about her and most likely never will. This hardly concerns him though, being a firm believer in familial relations being established by communication rather than blood.

From as young as he can remember, Julius was taught by his father to value knowledge above all else. Man would not have survived The Fall without their advanced technologies and even now, they were reduced to scavengers in this dust-bowl of a world because they had lost so much of the old-world research. He had made it his task in life to rediscover and create new technology, from architectural advances through to other methods of energy collection. Unfortunately, he was not terribly successful and struggled with more difficult concepts.

Julius bore the brunt of this failing on his father's part, his only family member putting his lack of success down to an inadequate childhood education. Thus, Ragnar beat knowledge into Julius with almost religious passion. Somehow, despite their strained relationship, Julius did in fact gain a respect and love for the same intellectual pursuits as his father but his approached differed greatly. He had no interest in furthering them, rather he wished to spread existing knowledge to those who lacked it. So many lacked the ability to read or write and others had poor arithmetic skills and in his early teenage years he set upon rectifying this situation.

Things came to an unfortunate head when Ragnar dragged his reluctant young son to a research base attempting to harvest wind and turn it into usable power. Supposedly those before The Fall had done so successfully and it had been seen as one of the most progressive technologies of the time and so of course Ragnar had made it his life's endeavour to rediscover it. The base where a small team were attempting to build a so-called wind-farm was outside of Dresden, Ragnar theorising that distance from a settlement would improve the efficiency of energy collection.

It was almost inevitable that, on the cusp of what he thought would be his only lasting success, that Ragnar failed immeasurably. A violent dust storm hit the farm with extreme ferocity and very few shelters of substance had been constructed there. It was just after noon, as many were retiring for a short rest after their basic meal, when they first sited the storm. Ragnar insisted upon packing up much of the equipment they had brought, if it was lost it would be a monumental set back he might never recover from.

The dust storm hit much faster than they had expected and ripped up the wind farm in seconds. They all fled, slaves and researches alike trying to escape the unforgiving storm. In his last fatherly act, Ragnar hurled Julius into a the dubious shelter of a cave mouth moments before the storm proper took him in and rent his flesh from his bone. The young boy snapped his leg as he fell down the slope inside the cave and was stuck there for two days before an expedition came out to the disaster site to find out if anyone was left; or if there was anything worth salvaging.

Thankfully, Julius' new condition as an Immortal went unnoticed due to his unconscious state, the key identifier being the glow in his now storm-grey eyes. When he eventually awoke and discovered this new development he rapidly left the upper echelons of Dresden, fearing he would become a test subject or be merely killed by the anti-Immortal factions. Ever since he has limped on his left leg, despite the injury being fully healed. Julius himself suspects the pain he still feels is largely from his trauma of the event, wrapped up in the irony that his power was born at the same time a natural phenomenon killed his father.

Now he stays largely in slums or small villages, travelling and paying his way by giving children and illiterate adults an education. His mild nature wins over those afeared of his Immortal state and he leaves a grateful population behind with supplies to last him unto the next settlement. Occasionally he might work for archivists or as a scribe but he attempts to stay out of sight of the authorities in the case one averse to his existence takes issue with him.

Will fill in soon, I promise.
spoilers: Kills his own parents

Julius does not know where he was born. He has little memory and no second-hand knowledge of his earliest years, his father being less interested in personal details and more keen to discuss and impart the latest knowledge with his great fervour for intellectual pursuits. His mother is unknown to him: slave, Gaen like his father or rich aristocratic lady; he knows nothing about her and most likely never will. This hardly concerns him though, being a firm believer in familial relations being established by communication rather than blood.

From as young as he can remember, Julius was taught by his father to value knowledge above all else. Man would not have survived The Fall without their advanced technologies and even now, they were reduced to scavengers in this dust-bowl of a world because they had lost so much of the old-world research. He had made it his task in life to rediscover and create new technology, from architectural advances through to other methods of energy collection. Unfortunately, he was not terribly successful and struggled with more difficult concepts.

Julius bore the brunt of this failing on his father's part, his only family member putting his lack of success down to an inadequate childhood education. Thus, Ragnar beat knowledge into Julius with almost religious passion. Somehow, despite their strained relationship, Julius did in fact gain a respect and love for the same intellectual pursuits as his father but his approached differed greatly. He had no interest in furthering them, rather he wished to spread existing knowledge to those who lacked it. So many lacked the ability to read or write and others had poor arithmetic skills and in his early teenage years he set upon rectifying this situation.

Things came to an unfortunate head when Ragnar dragged his reluctant young son to a research base attempting to harvest wind and turn it into usable power. Supposedly those before The Fall had done so successfully and it had been seen as one of the most progressive technologies of the time and so of course Ragnar had made it his life's endeavour to rediscover it. The base where a small team were attempting to build a so-called wind-farm was outside of Dresden, Ragnar theorising that distance from a settlement would improve the efficiency of energy collection.

It was almost inevitable that, on the cusp of what he thought would be his only lasting success, that Ragnar failed immeasurably. A violent dust storm hit the farm with extreme ferocity and very few shelters of substance had been constructed there. It was just after noon, as many were retiring for a short rest after their basic meal, when they first sited the storm. Ragnar insisted upon packing up much of the equipment they had brought, if it was lost it would be a monumental set back he might never recover from.

The dust storm hit much faster than they had expected and ripped up the wind farm in seconds. They all fled, slaves and researches alike trying to escape the unforgiving storm. In his last fatherly act, Ragnar hurled Julius into a the dubious shelter of a cave mouth moments before the storm proper took him in and rent his flesh from his bone. The young boy snapped his leg as he fell down the slope inside the cave and was stuck there for two days before an expedition came out to the disaster site to find out if anyone was left; or if there was anything worth salvaging.

Thankfully, Julius' new condition as an Immortal went unnoticed due to his unconscious state, the key identifier being the glow in his now storm-grey eyes. When he eventually awoke and discovered this new development he rapidly left the upper echelons of Dresden, fearing he would become a test subject or be merely killed by the anti-Immortal factions. Ever since he has limped on his left leg, despite the injury being fully healed. Julius himself suspects the pain he still feels is largely from his trauma of the event, wrapped up in the irony that his power was born at the same time a natural phenomenon killed his father.

Now he stays largely in slums or small villages, travelling and paying his way by giving children and illiterate adults an education. His mild nature wins over those afeared of his Immortal state and he leaves a grateful population behind with supplies to last him unto the next settlement. Occasionally he might work for archivists or as a scribe but he attempts to stay out of sight of the authorities in the case one averse to his existence takes issue with him.