Recent content by Julian Benavide

Roll: 11 "Hello, Byanka," Julian said cheerfully, his smirk never faltering. He tucked the slip of paper into the pocket of his trousers. "This should be interesting," The other pairs were talking and getting ready for the event. Julian returned his gaze to Byanka once more, and noticed a bit...

Julian nodded at Sitra. "I could introduce to plenty more faces around her, I know a few," That was an understatement, but he knew coming on too strong put many off. He was just about to ask if he could sit with her when he heard a voice behind him and all the muscles in his body tensed. Were...

Julian's smile never slipped, even as Sitra seemed less than excited by his presence. "Julian Benavide, knight of Dawn, at your service," he replied, performing a little bow with a hand on his chest. "I'm sorry for interrupting your meditations- I can leave you to it if you'd rather be...

Today was just like any other day. With no mission to occupy his time, he spent his down time wandering the Monastery, talking to strangers and friends and people who weren't sure how they felt about him. His smile never left his face either way, and his strut never faltered. As he was walking...

Julian had been doing pretty good so far, if he said so himself. He felt confident in his chances at winning, even though he was usually always confident and he had only done two events. The next, it seemed was the... loaded carry event. And evidently there had been many eager to sign up to be...

How quickly it descended into chaos. How easily, considering all that led up to it. The storm, the witches, and Petra and Norvyk's arrival all stoked the fire that was already burning. Julian sighed dramatically, but he wasn't sure anyone but those who stood closest to him heard him. Lightning...

Julian met the two witches that spoke gaze for gaze. He listened to all of their words, doing the mental math. He guessed that they were in charge tonight- though the blonde one had said they were not their Lady Mothers. He knew just enough about the witches to know the Lady Mother of each of...

Julian quickly gathered himself as Nacht laughed a bit. He was right, of course, but Julian knew the fact that his presence made Byanka uncomfortable was his fault. "It's a good story," Julian said most of the joking gone from his voice. "But, it is her story to tell," he said, lifting his...

Julian glared daggers at Valborast, Byanka, and Nacht, as they declared themselves the Vanguard and floated elegant over everyone else's heads. He trudged out of the river on the opposite side, in witch territory, grumbling about how wet he was. He didn't grumble for long however, because...

Julian stood off to the side as Nacht... apologized? He was not clued in as to what the conversation was about but he didn't care- he didn't- and it didn't matter. Byanka, like usual, deflected attention off of herself, and Julian almost smiled, but then Byanka turned to him and the smile was...

Julian laughed again, this time with Nacht rather than at him. His laughter quickly faded however when Nacht asked if he could fetch Byanka. "Sure," he said after a moment. He walked away from where he had been sitting with Nacht, heading back inside the Monastery and into the Knoll. Sure...

"I can definitely understand that," Julian replied. It did feel like a dream sometimes; and even on rarer occasions, a nightmare. But life wasn't a book and Julian was no hero, though he often pretended he was. "I do care," he added after Nacht finished rambling. He smiled at Nacht's...

Julian did laugh out loud this time. Byanka loved everybody- what made her so 'disgusted' towards Nacht. Though he could not deny a bit of relief when Nacht said he wasn't trying to romance anybody. He mentally berated himself. He was the one who had suggested Nacht try on Byanka, wasn't he...

Julian did his best not to laugh as Nacht attempted to 'flirt' with him. "Yes, except you told me things I already know. To your credit, it is harder to to flirt with and compliment those who are already confident," he replied. "But I appreciate the compliment," he added. His intention was not...

Julian's nerves were on edge as they approached the river. He turned to Syr Valchek as the knight addressed him, shooting nervous glances at the storm gathering on the horizon. "Of course they are," he replied casually, as if this was merely a training exercise. "But I do not think the storm is...