Birthday: December 2, 1999
Position: Troublemaker
Fame: The youngest son of billionaires; powerful personality; extremely talented at getting himself and others into trouble.
Family: William and Elizabeth, parents; James, elder brother

Background

The Kellers didn't always start out with such wealth. William and Elizabeth Keller were a poor young couple living in the wrong part of L.A., trying to keep their modest family business afloat while raising two young sons, James and Julian. Things were not going well for the Kellers and there was the constant threat that they could lose everything, the business, the house, end up destitute and on the streets with the boys.

And then one day when Julian was only five and his brother fifteen, their parents somehow entered into a deal with a man known only as the Kingmaker. Not without a cost, he granted them their one wish, which was to be rich and powerful. Imagine their surprise when over the next several months, thanks to the multitude of 'favours' their mysterious benefactor called in, their tiny business grew and grew, turning into a multinational corporation worth billions of dollars within the year.

By the time James was starting his junior year, they'd forgotten their lives in the ghetto and moved into a mansion in Beverly Hills. Details remained fuzzy and no one in the community ever could entirely figure out how their business had done so well so quickly, but the Kellers made a concentrated effort to fit in, to be respectable, and within a short time, they'd managed to put on such a convincing show that the neighbours started to forget to even question if they belonged. (Even the children - James may have been old enough to suspect something, but Julian was so young, that he, to this day, doesn't even know to question it - all he knows is that his parents did really well with their business and now they're rich. The quintessential self-made man.)

It helped that the Kellers themselves truly believed that they deserved this and more. If they'd come by their money under shady circumstances, well, so what? They'd worked hard all their lives, harder than a lot of their neighbours, who had been born into privilege and maintained their coffers by exploiting those not unlike William and Elizabeth had been such a short time ago. And so it was with some confidence that they started establishing themselves in the community.

And James was a darling boy in this respect. He was polite and well-mannered - exactly the sort of son two nouveau riche parents could ask for. He gave them that extra air of respectability, was quick to make friends in the community, giving them more links to the other families, and just charmed the pants off the neighbours.

Little Julian, of course, was a different story. He'd always been a difficult child, impetuous, disrespectful of the rules, frequent to get into fights at his pre-school - even getting kicked out of the one that the city funded when he'd made a dull boy eat enough sand to make himself sick.

What the grown ups didn't see was that the dull boy was a bully and he'd made the mistake of picking on another boy that Julian considered a friend. But this wasn't the first time Julian had been in trouble, so when he tried to explain himself, no one really believed him. It might have been the first time that had happened, but it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Now that they were settled in a proper community, it was time for big boy school. He'd always envied James, so much older, so liked and respected, getting to go to a real school and do cool things. Of course, James was off in high school by now, so Julian's expectations of primary school were bound to disappoint.

After a tumultuous beginning, he managed to settle in okay, make some friends, only get into small and manageable amounts of trouble. His parents breathed a sigh of relief as he moved from Kindergarten into the grade school without getting kicked out. Of course, that didn't mean they were ecstatic with him. Not a week went by when he didn't end up getting lectured by one or both of them about how they had come from nothing and yet here he was, with every opportunity, and he was just squandering it all away. Kind of heavy stuff for a six year old, but Julian didn't really listen to it anyway.

It was Julian's misfortune that he got put into the wrong fourth grade class. Not wrong as in there had been some sort of administrative error, but wrong as in the wrong fit entirely. The teacher was some Ivy league graduate who had attended on a scholarship and had dreams of lecturing at another great post-graduate institution. So he was jaded and bitter when the best gig he could land was keeping a bunch of private school kids in line. And the troublemaker Julian, with his easy good looks, disregard for the rules, and limitless wealth was the embodiment of everything his teacher despised.

Which isn't to say Julian was entirely innocent in what happened. It wasn't like he didn't try to push the teacher's buttons. He'd keep 'forgetting' and calling him by a mean nickname out-loud in front of the entire class, getting everyone to laugh at the dignified teacher. He ignored the lectures, skipped out of detention when he felt it wasn't deserved, even yelled at the teacher in defence of a classmate he'd felt was done wrong. And so it became a battle of wills.

Of course, Julian was only nine years old. The teacher really should have known better. He began to push and belittle Julian. He'd pick on him in class, and he once outright told the kid that he was a worthless waste of oxygen - only when there were no witnesses around. He started punishing Julian for things that never happened, and held him responsible for anything done by any of the other boys in Julian's little gang of ruffians. And he kept flunking him on every assignment, even when Julian actually did good work. When Julian tried a few times to complain to his parents and principal that this teacher was 'picking on him', they all ignored him, assuming he was just bitter about getting in trouble so much.

So, of course, Julian was left with no choice but to take matters into his own hands. He knew the teacher sometimes drank on the job, and he figured if he could get the principal to catch him at it, there would be no choice but to fire him. The problem was, that the teacher only drank after everyone had left (a fact Julian knew from being stuck so often in detention). He needed to keep the principal late enough to catch the teacher in the act…

He'd heard somewhere that sticking a potato in the exhaust pipe of a car would wreck the engine, so one day while he was stuck in detention, he arranged for some of his friends to take care of the principal's car. If she got stuck, she'd come back into the school to call AAA and Julian would contrive to get her to the classroom at the critical moment.

Unfortunately, it didn't go exactly according to plan. His friends decided to wedge not one, but three large potatoes up inside the exhaust pipe; instead of the engine getting immediately wrecked, the exhaust began to back up into the car, nearly killing the principal in the process. And then the potatoes suddenly went shooting out like it had been shot out of a canon, and it went right through the plate glass window in the front of the school.

He might have got away with it too, except for the smug little brown-noser who sat in the front row and was the teacher's pet. She told the principal that she'd seen Julian playing with a potato in class earlier that day, and saw him doing something to the teacher's car. Julian knew she'd seen no such thing, but when it's the word of a troublemaker versus the word of an honour student…

Julian was expelled immediately and irrevocably. Since he wouldn't turn in his friends, wouldn't admit he'd played any part in it, he couldn't even explain that all he'd been trying to do was mess up the car, not kill or injure anyone. The school even suggested sticking him into counselling to deal with his deep-seated issues. His parents chose instead to send him off to boarding school, going on at length about how he should be more like his big brother, now an honour student at Stanford. At age nine, he packed his bags and was sent off to an elite school in the northern part of the state.

He'd end up getting kicked out of that one too, before his parents found another school in Arizona that seemed to be a better fit. The headmaster was a little more progressive, and while he spent most of his free time in detention or fulfilling some other punishment, he didn't get kicked out for all his hi-jinx, and even managed to put together another little crew of like-minded brats.

His powers manifested when he was thirteen, when he was home for the summer break. In hindsight, it was a bit of a disappointment to him that this didn't happen in a particularly flashy way. He was arguing with his parents, who were trying to instil a totally lame curfew on him, all because he'd been busted by the cops spray-painting some graffiti the previous night. Tempers flared, and then the couch, with his parents still sitting on it, tipped over backwards, sending them tumbling to the floor. It put a damper on the evening, but they couldn't figure out at the time exactly what had caused it, not having noticed Julian's eyes glowing slightly green in all the excitement and confusion.

It was only later, when Julian was spending some time in solitary (ie. grounded in his room), that he began to discover that he could move things without touching them. He was thrilled with this discovery and after practising enough to get what he felt was 'really good', he ran downstairs to show his parents. The maid was clearing the table and when he tried to pick up a plate to demonstrate this new ability, he freaked her out and she dropped the entire stack of china on the floor.

Suffice to say his parents weren't nearly as impressed as he was with himself. After the initial obligatory freaking out, they ordered him to keep his abilities a secret. Julian thought that was crap and told them so, but their orders remained firm.

Not that he gave a damn about orders. That summer was one of the best of his life, staying out until all hours, playing with the things he could do. By the time he headed back to school in the fall, he was just good enough to feel completely cocksure in everything, but not good enough to keep from screwing it up.

The school, of course, wasn't too thrilled when he started using his powers there. But he didn't get kicked out for simply being a mutant. No, that just pre-loaded the scales; he got kicked out for accidentally hurting someone in a fight when he lost his temper and unthinkingly brought a heavy object down on the other kid's head. In his defence, the other kid was built like a tank and was out for Julian's blood, thanks to some rather foolhardy mouthing off, and it was that or get flattened himself. His parents managed to throw enough money at the situation to keep it out of the news - and Julian off the rosters of registered mutants - but with things the way they were in the news, a mutant using his powers to hurt someone just couldn't stay at that school.

And his parents didn't really want him coming home now either. They got him one last chance, another school, this one on the East Coast - and it didn't escape Julian's notice that each subsequent school was further and further from home; next he was quite certain they'd ship him off to Europe. This new place sounded kind of lame. The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. But still, it was better than being stuck at home, so he loaded up his bike, his 16th birthday present to himself, and hit the open road, sure another boring boarding school full of losers would await him on the other end. Well, at least he could make that place his bitch.

Powers

Telekinesis <Overview>

Julian is a powerful and creative telekinetic. He's taught himself to do several different feats with this ability. Ironically, while he is able to easily handle large and heavy objects, his telekinesis lacks the finesse to deal with small and nimble tasks, so that he can telekinetically lift a refrigerator more easily than he can lift a paperclip. Regardless of the size, he still needs to maintain focus to keep the object aloft or moving. Physically, he's currently limited by line of sight, meaning that he must be able to see the object to manipulate it, and so must be close enough to see and recognize it.

He does best on objects that are at least the size of an average loaf of bread, and has no upper limit on size, only weight: which is about that of an average SUV, with great strain. He could hold something of this weight aloft for only two minutes at most, and then would need to rest for at least twenty minutes before being able to do anything extensive with his powers again; he also wouldn't be able to move it very quickly. If he stays within the range of about 100-500 pounds, he can use his powers without much strain, provided his concentration doesn't lapse, and can move objects at upwards of 40 mph. He'd begin to tire after about twenty minutes of continual usage, but could push it past the half hour mark before completely exhausting himself. If he overtaxes himself beyond the point of exhaustion, he runs the risk of passing out. It will then take a day before he can use more than the barest minimum of his powers.

He can telekinetically lift and move people as well as objects (different from the disks he creates for them to stand on, explained elsewhere), with the same limitations as any other object. However, as he must have line of sight and be able to maintain focus, people can be more difficult if they are moving about or trying to avoid him.

His eyes glow green whenever using his power, and there will be a green aura around the object being manipulated.

Flight

Julian has discovered that he can use his telekinesis to fly. He's capable of travelling 50 mph for about half an hour before he begins to tire (meaning he can cover 25-30 miles before needing to rest). He can push his speed up to 60 mph, but he will tire more quickly and only be able to go about half that distance before needing to rest.

It takes about twenty minutes to half an hour for him to recover, though each subsequent leg of his journey will lose about 5 mph and five minutes each time he pushes himself to the max and then rests only the minimum (so if he travels 60 mph for half an hour and then rests for twenty minutes, he will now only be able to go 55 mph for twenty-five minutes, and after another twenty minute break, 50 mph for twenty minutes). He needs to rest for at least a few solid hours before he can regain all his maximums back.

He can allow other people to fly by creating a telekinetic disk currently capable of handling up to two average-sized people. He must fly with the disk as he cannot move more than one hundred feet away from it. The disk is flat, round and glows green, like most of his power effects. When flying with the disk, his speed and stamina are halved, so that he can go about 25 mph for 15 minutes.

His entire body will glow green when he is flying; if he is flying quickly enough, he will leave a glowing green trail behind him, making him pretty hard to miss when up in the air, especially at night.

Force Shield

Julian isn't yet actually capable of creating a full force field, though he has the potential. Currently, he can create small force shields instead that are capable of stopping any kinetic or solid object within his range. The same weight and time limits apply as they do to his main telekinesis - as outlined in his 'Telekinesis <Overview>' trait (powers1). If someone manages to break through this shield, he will be able to feel it.

He needs enough notice to be able to create the shield, which can be up to three feet in diameter. He can place them in front of himself or in front of others, provided they are within arm's reach of him. The shield itself he can maintain for about five minutes, and he can't move it around during this time - but it costs him a negligible amount to destroy and immediately create another shield in another location. He can only have one shield at a time. After using his shield heavily (ie. for five solid minutes or several shorter spurts), he will need to rest for twenty minutes before being able to actively use his powers again.

His shield, of course, glows green. It is NOT invisible, which means blows can be aimed around it if possible.

Force Blasts

Julian is also capable of creating blasts of concussive force with his powers. These shoot out of his hands and appear green. They are currently only able to inflict the same level of damage as a direct punch from Julian, but he can project them up to twenty five feet. He can vary them from about two inches to seven inches in diameter, though size itself has no effect on the force - it is always absolute, either concentrated or spread out over a larger area.

The blasts glow green and leave a trail from his hands. These act almost as physical objects, so that if something intercepts the trajectory, the force will hit whatever lies between. Similarly, if the target moves from where Julian is aiming, the blast will either hit whatever lies behind, or just die off into nothing if there doesn't remain anything to hit within his range.

Logs

2016/02/06 - Rain Dance	brian julian lorna xi xs
2016/01/28 - I Don't Know Why I'm Helping You	julian laura xs
2016/01/23 - Let It Snow	julian lorna xi xs
2016/01/21 - Moby Slick	julian lorna
2016/01/15 - Proportional Response	brian julian kitty lorna
2016/01/15 - I Could Have Danced All Night	julian lorna
2016/01/13 - Sundae, Bloody Sundae	julian lorna
2016/01/12 - Laws of Attraction	julian laura lorna
2016/01/03 - Great Minds	brian julian
2016/01/02 - Psychos and Jerks	julian laura

Storylines

List of events character has been part of.

Watch For

His strained family relationship and the fact that his parents' disappointment affects him far more than he'd ever admit.
The shadowy way in which his family became wealthy.
His utter devotion to his friends.
His unwavering if somewhat unconventional moral code.