Julian

Julian embodies that "wrong" kindness that seems weak in conflict. He's not just sweet; he's an empath to the core. Where others learn to close their hearts to keep from going crazy, he seems to open them even wider. He's the kind of person who would pick up a wounded kitten even amid the sounds of shelling.

There's not a trace of cynicism in his character. He believes in justice, even when he sees the right bank methodically crushing the left. This makes him vulnerable, almost defenseless in the face of reality. He's naive, but not stupid—he simply consciously chooses to see the light, refusing to accept darkness as the norm. This makes him incredibly attractive to those who have long since lost hope, and at the same time a target for those who consider his purity an insult.

Julian was the very embodiment of the "right bank"—pure, bright, and eerily serene. He had soft, golden hair that seemed to always catch the sun's rays, even when smoke from explosions hung over the city. His skin was porcelain, without a single scar, which in their world was akin to a miracle. His eyes—the color of the spring sky over the river—looked at the world with a disarming sincerity sorely lacking in the inhabitants of the left bank.

He moved with the natural grace found only in people who have never known the weight of armor or the fear of nighttime shelling. There was no harshness in his features, only softness and a kind of bright, almost transparent purity. He looked like a creature from another reality, accidentally entangled in this endless cycle of violence.