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Character Name: Julian Miguel de Rocha

Date & Place of Birth: 12 December 1972; New Orleans, Louisiana

Character Type: Human

Character Occupation & Skills: Julian currently works the RPIT division of the New Orleans Police Department at the detective level. He also has the distinction of holding the executioner position for Louisiana, Missippippi and Arkansas and has the shiny federal marshal badge to go along with it. Before working for NOPD, Julian spent ten years in the military attached to a special forces unit.

If Julian ever had that part of his brain that tells him it's wrong to kill a sentient being, it has long since been beaten into submission by the last few decades of his life. Since signing up with the military, Julian has displayed a remarkable aptitude for ending lives with everything from a shrimp fork to a rocket launcher. He knows how to use most weapons, including those that are not usually seen in a civilian's hands and like most executioners, keeps quite an arsenal at his home that is of dubious legality at best. His hand to hand style is mostly Krav Magra with a little bit of Jeet Kun Do and a helping of bar brawling. It is a very effective on humans. Julian prefers to drop vampires and other supernaturals from far away with a big caliber gun. That is the difference between a live executioner and a dead, dismembered one.

On non-martial skills, Julian is an excellent tracker with his specialty in urban environments. He's not much of a detective in the traditional sense but he has a larger-than-usual-for-RPIT-officer's knowledge of the supernatural and their capabilities. His forensic knowledge is quite expansive, but comes from the side of making bodies more than anything else. ("See, that there is the kind of marks that a steak knife to the eyeball makes. You can tell by this little tear when it bounces off the cheek bone. Amateur.") Julian also speaks a smattering of languages from his time overseas, none of them fluent but occasionally useful. The languages he speaks at a semi-proficient level are Spanish and Chinese.

Abilities: Although a fit and active man, all of Julian's physical and mental abilities are within the human norm. He relies on wit and experience for his jobs as any normal human that decides its going to try and arm wrestle a vampire is doomed to lose in a truly gristly manner.

Appearance: Julian is an inch shorter than his younger brother, standing at 6'1" and built on lean lines. He looks smaller in the sports coats that he favors. He really has no body fat and has the lean muscles of a runner and swimmer. Dark-skinned and eyed, he keeps his head shaved -– a hold-over from his military years. His skin is a dark chocolate. He smiles often and easily which makes his exotic face even more handsome.

On his days off, Julian favors worn jeans and t-shirts with a jacket thrown over his shoulder rig. You can always count on Julian having at least one gun on him at any given time. Usually he has the one in the shoulder holster, one in his boot and a big ass knife against his spine. For work, Julian wears slacks, a button down and a sports coat. He owns only suits in grey with a suite of various colored shirts. This way nothing clashes ever. He is very much a bachelor.

Personality & History: Julian is the oldest of the de Rocha family, and the only one of the children born in his mother's home town of New Orleans. They had moved to have a better life in Indiana before his sister came a long a few years later. Julian had a very typical childhood as the firstborn, taking a paternal tact with all of his siblings that worked with varying degrees of success. As a child, he was relatively serious but certainly got into his fair share of scrapes. Unlike Raul, Julian made it through high school, playing sports but with no real guidance for what he wanted to be as an adult.

Julian was in his last year of high school when his father died suddenly. The day after his father's death, Julian signed up with an army recruiter. As the oldest, Julian felt that it was his responsibility to look after the family and there wasn't a single person that could convince him otherwise. His sign-up bonus was sent home to his mother, along with as much as he could spare from every paycheck after that.

During his placement tests, it was quickly apparent that Julian had a certain psychological bent that lent itself well to army life, that being his apparent willingness to pull the trigger. Whether this came from a latent anger at the loss of his father, or from some moral lack, the psychologist didn't care to examine closely. All that mattered was that he proved himself an excellent soldier.

Julian remained with the army for a decade. About halfway through his first tour, thigh-deep in some godforsaken jungle, Julian's unit came across what was first assumed to be the usual dissidents. When one of them turned twelve feet tall and furry, the mission became officially FUBAR. Eight of his companions were dead at the end, another two wounded. The fellow who had hid under the humvee survived, and Julian had his first, "So I killed a werewolf with this rocket launcher," story.

With a commendation, Julian was pulled and moved to a special forces unit that was oriented towards those sorts of 'special' situations. So, when he came out of the army ten years later, after the youngest de Rocha was launched into adult life, he had a very limited skill suite. Fortunately for Julian, this was about the time that executioners were given federal marshal status and a buddy that had left the army earlier had made lieutenant in a police department. Who says nepotism is dead?

After making detective in record time in Arkansas, mostly so that his superior could kick him over to RPIT, Julian put in for a transfer to New Orleans. Partially so that he could move to a vampire-free city –- being the executioner was still not popular with humans OR vampires -– but also so that he could keep an eye on his brother. It took far too long in Julian's mind for that to go through, but he's quite happy that the transfer has finally been processed.

Julian's manner is quiet but friendly enough. Were his co-workers to meet him on the street, or even chat with him in the office, he's quite cordial. Even funny! Unfortunately, there are enough cops in his old unit that have seen him in a fire fight. When it comes down to a fight, Julian's a killer, not a cop. It doesn't seem to bother him, but it seems to creep the hell out of more than a few of his potential friends. The solitary life doesn't bother Julian, he's well aware that executioners don't have the normal family life. Instead he puts those dreams and desires on his siblings.

Julian won't feel that he's done his duty to the family, likely ever, but especially not until he feels each of his siblings are happy and established. He remains very close to his mother and calls often despite her continued suggestions that he settle down and find a nice girl to give her grandbabies which he greets with a quiet chuckle and a shake of his head.

If he isn't at one of his two jobs, which take quite a bit of his life, Julian is often out exercising or watching the Turner Classic Movies Channel. He has a love of movies from the forties and fifties. In his more whimsical moments, he might acknowledge that the idea of being a gumshoe is appealing. Most of the time he's aware that it's simply what he's good at.