Julian of House Thorne

[elysiumfields]

Julian Thorne

Height: 6'3"
Weight 225ilbs
Age: Mid Twenties.
Build: Heavily built and very athletic
Colour: Caucasian - pale skinned
Distinguishing Marks: Tattoo left shoulder
Eyes: blue
Features: Heavy armour, a large shield and long sword are commonly seen.
Gait: Upright and haughty
Hair: Long and black with a few flecks of grey. Very well looked after.

Commonly known information:

He is egotistical, forthright and vain. Likes to argue with those he believes are beneath him (and that's just about everyone) and believes he is in the right even when he's not.

[elysiumfields]

Long nights and hard days trace the path of my solitude.
Indolent minds gnaw the flesh of discretion and traverse the bestiary of willful days.
The corruption of innocence is a constant hum
and in deference I bow to Kings and Queens.

I submit in entirety to your cause and follow the leader
as it allows your servant to present all gathered adorations.
My sweat, blood and toil is akin to fever from the skies
submitted from a begotten love of the masses.

This prayer is offered with reverend sanity
secluded from the ebullient encompassing madness.
I am centered on your reign, my regal host, with a love like blood
that ingratiates your desire in this age of greed.

Passion fuels my strength and I use it in excelsis
that in time I grant the land the knowledge of your empire song.
My desire is your sword, my prey your blood sport
and I will be your harbinger until the sun goes down.

Here in the Stormhorns this is the west
Take my sword, Lord; puncture the flesh.
We have joy.

[elysiumfields]

I exalt to you, my liege, a libidinous requiem;
A sacrifice of flesh and pleasure to honour the fire.
You will be done beneath a veil of flickering lanterns
reflecting the vision of throne of such frenzied, savage freedom.

Such energies will shine brighter than a thousand suns
And depravity will enslave innocence with this tribal antidote.
Upon completion there will be exaltations of gratitude.
A display of uncompromising vulgarity that yields ceaseless complications.

Under lantern light the masses will be rendered seeing red
and the foundations will be laid to erect the house that pain built.
With patient temerity your reign will begin with loyal dark forces.
Impending power guides my path to yours with the calling.

The dam is burst, liege, and we share the greed - stealing, pent up tension
as is our right o'er the bliss filled souls of the beautiful dead.
Ecstasy is bidden and from the writhing tangle we stay one step ahead
yet I remain, my liege, your loyal, faithful loose cannon

Here in the Stormhorns this is the west
Take my sword, Lord; puncture the flesh.
We have joy.