Depending on how closely one is looking at him, Julius could be anything or nothing. He's tanned and dirty from many weeks of travel -- really, they could have let him catch his breath in Skyhold before pushing him out the door toward Kirkwall, he thinks -- and he dresses in an amalgamation of garments he's gathered in a few years on the run.
But for anyone who knows what to look for, the mix of pride and uncertainty found in a former Circle mage dumped out into the world is probably easy enough to clock. That and the staff. The staff tends to be a giveaway. (Depending on one's familiarity with Lake Calenhad, his face may be even more familiar still.)
Still, beneath what is clearly the exterior of a refugee, Julius manages to hold his head up and walk with a purposeful step. He's here to help, and the Inquisition has made its reputation on not turning away that sort of offer. He's late, but he's here now.
He is trying very hard not to think too much about the history of the place he's entering.
II
He's gotten familiar with taverns, these past few years. Julius still isn't at east in places like The Hanged Man, exactly, but he's found it useful to remember that the vast majority of people in such places are content to mind their own business. He's more than happy to talk if someone approaches him; while alone, he wears an absent frown, but it fades nearly instantly if he becomes conscious of someone glances his way. Whatever his troubles are, he's well practiced at tucking them out of sight.
Julius | da oc
Depending on how closely one is looking at him, Julius could be anything or nothing. He's tanned and dirty from many weeks of travel -- really, they could have let him catch his breath in Skyhold before pushing him out the door toward Kirkwall, he thinks -- and he dresses in an amalgamation of garments he's gathered in a few years on the run.
But for anyone who knows what to look for, the mix of pride and uncertainty found in a former Circle mage dumped out into the world is probably easy enough to clock. That and the staff. The staff tends to be a giveaway. (Depending on one's familiarity with Lake Calenhad, his face may be even more familiar still.)
Still, beneath what is clearly the exterior of a refugee, Julius manages to hold his head up and walk with a purposeful step. He's here to help, and the Inquisition has made its reputation on not turning away that sort of offer. He's late, but he's here now.
He is trying very hard not to think too much about the history of the place he's entering.
II
He's gotten familiar with taverns, these past few years. Julius still isn't at east in places like The Hanged Man, exactly, but he's found it useful to remember that the vast majority of people in such places are content to mind their own business. He's more than happy to talk if someone approaches him; while alone, he wears an absent frown, but it fades nearly instantly if he becomes conscious of someone glances his way. Whatever his troubles are, he's well practiced at tucking them out of sight.
V
[Wildcard me!]