Name: Juliusr Kaeril
Meaning: Youthful Lord
ID: EU035M
Gender: Male
Rank: Puppeteer
Breed: Canine
Type: Torn
Mutations: Slight color mutation - White
Accessories: Bandana, Bandages
Notes: He is both rather young, and very lucky. Being an adult torn he probably should've lost a lot more pieces of himself by now. He has a couple scars, and missing flesh on most of his left foreleg and forehead. The nastiest ones he's managed to hide with his accessories. His color mutation, and his luck, suggests that he's probably not a full blood torn. He's no doubt got a grandparent of a different type.
Offspring: Caesarion Kaebi, Lisibita, Siruzujan



Concentration was key, Juliusr Kaeril had always said, especially when he was balancing on one paw. His eyes tight shut and his ears slicked back against his skull, Juliusr lifted one paw up into the air, but that was only the first part of his feat. Next the second paw left the ground, leaving him balancing on his hind legs. Then, slowly but surely, he shifted his weight to one side, and he instantly felt as though he might lift his fourth foot off of the ground as well and just float away into the distance.
Opening his eyes, Juliusr, twisted his body into various positions, bending every part of himself as far as it was possible to do, stretching himself to the limit. The form ended with a delicate leap and twist to land on three paws, holding his left foreleg close to his chest. He had tried landing on it before, and it had not been an experience that he wanted to repeat. He didn't like to think that his type was a handicap as much as it was just slightly bothersome at times. With a little optimism and hard work, he always smiled, he could be anything he wanted to be. Anything and more.
Written by Ams



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