Physical description: The body of a man that was never a stranger to physical activity, although not bulky his body still is rather athletic despite his age. His black hair are showing the first signs of aging, with some grey and white beginning to appear. He is tall but not too imposing, the general feeling he'd give lies in between intimidating and dignified. Many scars and some signs of old burns are visible on his skin, if not old battle wounds one could think at signs of torture inflicted on his body. He always wears an eyepatch covering his left eye.
Personality description: Julius is a social, well mannered and rather charismatic man. He tends to be respectful towards others and respects social customs, although there seems to be a thin layer of coldness in the general feeling and first impression he gives to others. Despite being clearly in his own element in the matter of social interactions he seems detached, a man that keeps his cards close and well hidden from prying eyes. He would offer little explanation about his occupation, goals and even his past, almost like a mirror reflecting questions back to whoever asks.
Equipment: Always wearing good quality coats and clothes, well crafted adventuring gear. He clearly pays attention to his own appearance and looks. He carries no weapons aside from one small dagger, whoever sees him using it would notice that he is very skilled wielding it. Clearly a level the skill above the norm.
Backstory: WIP
Chapter One - Athkatla
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"Do you think they are still chasing us...?!"
"No, we should be safe now... what about you? Are you wounded?"
"I... no, I am not."
"Good, that bastard deserved it, you did well."
"I... I killed a man... they will find me..."
"Find you? They'll forget about you in a few days, they only care when anybody important gets stabbed. Even if they do look for you I'll protect you, I am your brother. That's what family is for."
"Perhaps we should stop doing this until it's too late..."
"Too late? Julius, open your eyes. Do you think anybody cares about the killing, the thievery, the injustice...? The only language people speak in this world is the language of power, gold for one. They wont be sorry, they wont be sad, they wont be mad as long as there is profit on the table. The very guards chasing us just a moment ago would drop their swords if they didn't get paid. Stop being an idiot, we are just making our own ladder to climb to the top of this city, like anyone else with self respect and ambition."
"But it's just the two of us..."
"Maybe for now, and even so, don't ever forget little brother... no matter what, I will never betray you... I will never leave you behind. Working with someone you can truly trust is the greatest gift in a world like this."
"So... what now?"
"Get some rest... tomorrow we find a buyer for those gems..." 
Chapter Two - The Gang
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"Alright, ladies and gents... any questions about the plan?"
"What about pay? This is not a heist... this is a straight up assassination job... how much is this worth?"
"Enough to make you swim in money for the rest of your days..."
"Is that so? Who is paying?"
"Can't say who exactly, just know that this comes from the Council of Six..."
"The bloody Council?!"
"Indeed. Any more questions?"
Silence.
"Well then, Urgath and Leonna will be inside with me. Renan and Olvar I want you keeping on eye on the northern side of the building, watch out for any possible trouble. Valerian, you and your brother Julius will be on the opposite side, if anyone runs off the back door you stab them. I don't care who, this job allows no mistakes, whoever comes through that door you kill without seconds thoughts. Are we clear?"
"Yes... we are clear..."
"Good, tomorrow we will likely be the most wanted criminals in this city... there is no turning back. Get your money and get the hells out, I don't know, start a new life in feckin' Calimshan or something. Get some rest and get ready... your lives are about to change." 
Chapter Three - New Life in Tethyr
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"We can't carry on like this, we are meant for more than common banditry. I know that there is more to life, for us, than this."
"If Trevan kept his word back then we could have been rich by now... but that was a once in a lifetime chance. He knew and thought well to deceive all of us, keep everything for himself."
"That was more than a year ago now... we have to move on..."
"But how...?"
"We will gather a new crew... find a new opportunity... and show that even among people like us, there can be honor. Everyone will get their share this time, we have experience and the skills. Nothing can stop us, brother."
"If you say so. But what afterwards? We will likely have to move again."
"Ah, that's the easy part. As long as we are together we will never feel far from home. That said, Julius, tomorrow we depart to Saradush. I'll build up some contacts... find the best talents... study our next target. This time it will work, this time we will be the head of the operation."
"That is going to be dangerous... perhaps we should keep doing what we are doing now..."
"Nonsense! You don't want to be a petty criminal for the rest of life, don't you? If we don't climb this wall separating us from the people who matter we will remain cattle, we will be vermins for the rest of your lives. We can do this Julius, we can climb on top of this mountain of garbage that is life for people like us. Success is right there, up for the taking."
