Jullian revised

[DIUM]

Although I have gotten a previous version approved, I never got around to using this guy. I planned on trying him out, but when I reread this thing I felt the urge to fix a few glaring oddities and a few even more infuriatingly bad bits of writing. It's still not fantastic, but it's a lot better. Also, I beefed up his recovery ability a bit.

Oh! Just so you know, the entire character sheet is done in a narrative! How fun, right? Yeah, just play along. I think it communicates the character better than simply churning out statistics would.
Dumbed-down version in red, the color of BLOOD! Awesome!

Name: Julian Errol Vollmer
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Weight: Oh, like anyone really cares.
Height: 5’ 5”, but his slender/muscular figure helps him not to look short.
Race: Human. Indeterminate ethnicity: his mother was white, but his skin is quite a bit darker than hers.
Hair: Brown and short.
Eyes: Uncommonly dark shade of green. Not striking, just uncommon.

Weapons:
Although primarily a mentor, rival, employer and constant pain in the ass, Mad Morry always let Julian know that he was also his general benefactor.
“You want a gun?”
“What?”
“What, what? What the f--k do you think I mean? I’m offering you a f--king gun. Any kind you like, as long as I can afford it, and I feel like you’re worth it. I can get you one cheap today if I get my s--t together now, so do you want one or not?”
Julian, who had been sleeping on the couch moments before the seemingly spontaneous question, couldn‘t think of a reason why he would. “You never taught me how to use one.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured. No need for a gun when you can rip of people’s skin like you did with Greasy Phil, eh?”
Julian cringed. “Don’t ever mention that again.”
“Yeah. Right.” Mad Morry laughed with his eyes. “That was f--king awesome by the way. Too bad the skinny mother---ker didn’t have much underneath his skin anyway.” Julian could have sworn seeing Mad Morry lick his lips.

He has no weapons! He uses his BARE HANDS!

Armor:
Julian never really voiced his opinion unless asked, and even then he rarely had one to voice. This wasn’t so much out of apathy than the sense that there were other people who were more adept at opinionating things than him, and he should let them do their job. Mad Morry, however, was a bit more vocal.
“You look like s--t.”
Julian coughed, and looked Morry straight in the eye. He tried to be serious when he said “So’s your old man”
“You’re right.” No beat was skipped. “My dad looks like s--t. You look more like what my cat coughed up yesterday after I let him loose in the junkyard to play with the f---ing strays.”
“I, uh, didn’t notice the stain until I left the house. Seriously. You know how I work, I just put crap on without thinking… Not like anyone cares but you, Morry.”
“Oh, I don’t care, Julian. Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking that I care.”
Just wears whatever feels comfy and is easy to put on. Like t-shirts and trendy worn jeans. No Armor!

Strengths:
As far as strengths go, Julian comes with the classics. The most obvious of said strengths is, (drum-roll) strength. Mad Morry has introduced him in parties as “My man Julian, who would shake your hand if I wasn‘t so afraid he‘d kill you”. This would always embarrass Julian, who usually has no problem controlling his strength, but if given the motivation would also have no problem grinding hands into a sticky red goo. Much more impressive, and frightening, is Julian’s monstrous endurance. It takes a lot to bruise him, even more to knock him down, and Mad Morry is convinced that “f--king nobody” can knock him out (although it has happened). His skin isn’t supernaturally tough, and is only marginally harder to pierce than a regularly hardy guy. The scary bit is just how much punishment he can take before he even notices. He has fought with multiple broken bones, bleeding from both arms, choking, still managing to overpower his opponent with strength. He didn’t feel too good afterward, but DURING he felt FINE.
He's very strong, very tough, and will fight really really wounded without much penalty to his technique or strength (despite all logic).

Weaknesses:
Mad Morry made a list of potential weaknesses for Julian to work on. He kept stressing that it was merely “the tip of his f---ing iceberg”, probably meaning that the list wasn’t exclusive. It was as follows:
“1. SLOW. Learn to run. I’ll lend you my Air-Jordans, if you think that will inspire you or whatever. I don’t wear them much anyway, pieces of brand-name s--t.
2. Can’t shoot. This wouldn’t be so bad if you would address issue one. So do it. I don’t want to waste my time teaching you how to shoot when I know you can kill perfectly well without bullets.
3. You’re afraid of yourself, man! What the f---?! And don’t tell me you aren’t, either, cuz I’ve seen you after a good day (you know, the one’s you call bad days) and you look at the blood on your hands and the skin that is no longer on Greasy Phil (F---er! Ha!), and you shiver and look all forlorn. Don’t. You’re awesome, come to terms with it.
4. Ok, I don’t know how to put this. You know when you do that thing, when you keep getting the s--t beaten out of you, and it looks like you’re gonna die, but then you keep fighting anyway? That totally awesome thing? Well one day, man, I swear you actually will die and not know it until it’s too late. Cuz you’ll be, like, dead. Watch yourself.
5. Um, also, even though I’m totally into it when you do it, try to figure out how to control yourself when you go f—king ballistic. At least a little bit more. Not that you scare me or anything. ”
He's slow, can't use conventional firearms, is afraid of his own abilities (makes sence, he's pretty freaky), when he's "on a roll" (for lack of a better term, see below) he may not be able to stop himself before getting too hurt, and he has limited control when he is like this as well. So a lot! But he will probably still kill you!

Skills/Magic:
Julian has been taught by Mad Morry the art of street fighting, which Mad Morry would say “is to Asian martial s--t as a porno is to an art-house yawn-festival.” It seems rudimentary in comparison to more formulaic fighting styles, but it “gets the job done better than any dancy eastern s—t, in my correct opinion”. A lot of grappling, grabbing and throwing is involved, as well as cheap punches and low kicks. Julian has proved very good at using this simple style in order to dominate, whilst unarmed, enemies wielding guns or melee weapons. In addition, he has a few more specific skills:

If Julian experiences too much pain, or possibly when gets very angry (the two are pretty correlated so it’s hard to tell what triggers it exactly, but he doesn’t get angry much either way), he becomes a crazed juggernaut of strength and fury. Little can stop him once he has crossed this point of no return. He becomes a danger to himself and everyone around him, and it is difficult to calm him down into a regular state again. Mad Morry described it as “the biggest f---ing beast-within paperback fantasy s--t” he had ever witnessed, and Julian was therefore “a walking cliché”.

Julian is also immune to most chemicals that can enter his bloodstream. Poisons have little to no effect on him. Neither does alcohol, which goes through him like water without positive or negative effects. This has always entertained Morry, who has spiked his drinks with everything from crack cocaine to cyanide in order to see the effects (or lack thereof).

Julian can survive so much more than a regular person, that at one point Mad Morry questioned his mortality.
“So the doc fixed your lung. That’s great. Good for breathing, and s--t.”
“Thanks…” Jullian breathed easily less only a day after surgery. “…thanks for... the help.”
“No f—king problem.” He paused. “… Are you a god or somes--t?”
Julian shot a perplexed look. It was impossible to tell if Morry was serious.
“You can’t be human. The guy decimated your lungs. I could SEE them. But you kept fighting, and almost beat the sh-t out of him. And now you’re perfectly fine! What the hell!”
Julian was lost for words. “He... got away though.”
“Who gives a s--t. You got shot in the f---ing lung! You should be dead!”
“Sorry.”
“Good, damnit. Get some rest.”

He knows how to street fight real nice. When he gets hurt enough, he gets stronger and angry and kinda devil-crazy, and becomes even more difficult to contend with. Drugs, poisons, and possibly a lot of other substances that should do stuff to him don't. And he can survive a lot of crap that should honestly kill him, and recover completely without any long term penalties.

Personality:
Conflicted, angry and sad. Julian is an innocent, naïve boy at heart, but the world has forced him to become a criminal and a killer. He tries to do the right thing, and he would never do anything blatantly evil (at least consciously) but circumstances have led him to do gruesome things, and he is convinced he doesn’t have the willpower not to. He is both a pessimist and an optimist: he believes that there is much good in the world, but he also believes that none of it is in him. Despite living under Mad Morry’s wing for two years, he hasn’t quite adopted his streetsmarts. At times he acts like a lost child. Of course, he can also act like a demon, but Julian hopes that he isn’t really himself those times.

OK, this one you can read.

Appearance:
Sometimes, when he felt particularly charitable, Mad Morry would compliment Julian on his looks. “You are a good looking young man,” he would say, “except that it looks like you’ve survived a meat grinder”. Indeed, Julian miraculously maintains youthful good looks despite being scarred up and down. His complexion is somewhat bronzed, although specifically what race he could come from is hard to tell. Morry thinks he looks like “a perpetually tan white guy”. His hair is cut short enough so that he doesn’t have to do anything with it in the morning, although Morry tells him that he looks “sexy” when he grows it out.
This one too. I covered what he wears in the armor section.


History
Julian’s life story is pretty simple, so I’ll tell it simple. Frankly, you learn more about Julian by reading what I wrote above than reading this, but I guess this is nonetheless necessary as well.

Julian’s mother was an introverted, stubborn, yet brilliant genetic scientist who never married or had any sort of romantic relationship, and never planed to. His father was an anonymous sperm donor.

Julian’s mother did… things with the embryonic Julian before he was born. What things specifically aren’t known, as if she ever wrote them down then the papers have not been found. No one is looking for them either.

As an infant and small child, nothing was weird about Julian. He went to school and was raised by a nanny, a nice woman from the Philippines who did a much better job of it than his real mother would have. They saw each other a few times a week, whenever she would take the time to come home from the lab. Regardless, they never knew each other.

When Julian was 15, he started to realize that he was different. He had never been athletic before, but he realized that he could achieve feats of strength that he shouldn’t have been able to do. Being shy and socially inept, he chose not to let anyone know.

One night when he was seventeen would change everything, but he doesn’t remember much.

He remembers a young boy, several years younger than himself, dead. He remembers fresh blood on his hands, but doesn’t remember how it got there. He can guess, though.

He remembers being held for a night by the police, only to be bailed by his mother and brought—not home—to somewhere remote and sterile white. He still has vivid images of needles and knives and electronic charts, but many of the specific horrors of that night have been wiped from his fragile psyche. Julian wouldn’t be able to handle the memory of meticulously tearing his mother apart, leaving a wake of red-white labcoated debree.

Juilian ran for weeks. By some whim of fate, he was found by a man named Morry Madison, or Mad Morry, who took him in and nurtured him in his own sick, criminal way. In return, Julian became his go-fer, doing whatever odd jobs Morry spits out. Most of the time Julian has no idea why he is doing what he does, but he respects Mad Morry’s ability to protect him from himself, and so hopelessly accepts his current situation.