.Basic.

Name: Julian
Origin: France
Sex: Male
Age: 3.5
Species: Canine
Breed: Siberian Husky
Height: 2.5 Feet
Weight: 63lbs

.Bloodlines.

Grandparents: ??? x ???, ??? x ???
Parents: Nicolai x Estelle
Siblings: Constance, Fletcher, Afrodille
Offspring: N/a
Great-Offspring: N/a

.Other Relations.

Mate: N/a
Love Interest: Silver
Who's Interested?: Chandler, Open (see bottom)
Friends: Jenna, Sylvie, Dixie, Open (see bottom)
Frenemies: Steele
Enemies: Fletcher
Pack, Team, House Pet?: He's a House Doggeh. < 3

.Persona.

Personality: Julian is reserved, quiet, and fairly introverted to be quite honest. He is chivalrous and sweet, charming and charismatic. He does, however, have a hot temper, and can be very passionate about something very simple. He is also a bit confused at times, unaware and ignorant. He also has a tendancy to be depressed at times, ad has very low points in emotion quite often. He is moderatly friendly, though a little shy, and a good, though inexperience lover and shoulder ot cry on.
Likes: Silver, thunderstorms, large cities, Constance, being alone, snow.
Dislikes: Fletcher, fire, being locked in a dark place alone, mice and rats.

.History.

(Shortened version, see his fanfic for entire story up till the serum run.)

Julian was born in Times Square, New York in the year of 1921. He was born to a rich second generation French family, two people by the names of Cristofor and Therese Auzenne, with his mother Estelle and three siblings, Constance, Fletcher, and Afrodille. His father, Nicolai, belonged to another wealthy family, two second generation Russians named Sevastian and Iovilla Dmitriev. When the two parents were bred, Nicolai's masters were promised the best male out of all the pups, and that male turned out to be Julian. Cristofor and Therese ended up being quite attatched to Julian, and their futile attempts to hide him in a closet backfired, and Julian left with the Russians to stay, with nothing but the haunting memory of his brother Fletcher's enraged face.

While there, he met his father, Nicolai, and learned the ways of this new household, though he missed his mother and was haunted by his brother's rage, he was ahppy to have met his father and learn about where else he came from. He grew up to be sophisticated and poised, much like his father, and he knew how to treat people right and be a good dog. On his first birthday, however, the Russian family was targeted by poorer people, and the house was burned ot the ground, though Nicolai and Julian made it safely to the French household. Due to the recent attacks on the wealthy in New York, all of the dogs, including Nicolai and Julian, were packed up in a small car, and they were headed to Alaska.

After a long trip, they arrived and scoped out the town where they were to settle; Nome, Alaska. Julian roved the town for quite awhile, not planning on heading home till after dark. By the time he began his trek home, he met up with his brother Fletcher and learned the reason behind the face that had haunted him for so long. Fletcher basically hated Julian's guts for being handsome, muscular, and an all around nicer dog than he was, and for being the Russians first choice, while Fletcher was coldy rejected. This troubled Julian, and set the course for his frequest low points in emotional standards.

The next years flew by, and soon Julian and his siblings turned three years old in 1924. They celebrated togehter, though Julians still acted like the introvert he was, and were all given huge slabs of juicy steaks. When Fletcher again turned Julian away, he lost his appetite and lay on the porch, wondering what he ahd done to deserve this. Other than genetics, of course. Constance found him this way and forced him to go to a party that night, where he would be forced ot celebrate this momentus occasion of turning three. At the party, he met many a dog, including Steele, the recently appointed lead dog of his team, Jenna, who had moved ot town a year or so ago, Chief, Steele's uncle who Julian honestly did not like at all, Nilla and Chandler, two females who had been living in Nome for a while, and numerous others, not noticing the looks many females gave him from time to time. All except for one. The one female, Silver, had caught eyes with him and turned away, looking disgusted. This image hung with him for the rest of the night. Especially later.

When a ravenous pack of wolves attacked the party, Julian was shoved into a nearby shed and knocked out by a falling block of wood. The next morning, whe he tried to get the front door open, it wouldnt budge, and the sarcastic voice of Silver startled him. Apparently, the door wasnt moving, and this highly frustrated Julian. Soon, the two roommates butted heads big time, screaming and growling in each others faces, over a very small issue that got blown up very big. That left the atmosphere very tense and almost unbearable.

On the week anniversary of the time they had spent locked up in that shed, nighttime brought a huge thunderstorm that Julian savored every minute of. Silver, however, did not. A large clap of thinder shook her from her sleep, and Julian found a tear streaked face staring back at him every time the lightning illuminated the black room.  The night ended in Julian comforting her, she was deathy afraid of being locked in the tiny confines of the shed until she died. It was the pinnicle moment in their bumpy relationship. The next morning, they were saved by the rescue team of Steele, Constance and Athena, and they went their seperate ways.

In the months after, he found himself repeatedly confused on his feelings about her. He was supposed ot hate her! She continually gave him dirty looks and screamed in his face while locked in that shed. But that last night was special. They shared something that night that Julian could not shake from his mind. And all of this led up to early 1925, when an epidemic struck Nome and a certain hero must save them all...

.Other.

I IMPLORE you, read his bio fanfic! It is so much better and the Balto relation is easier to see.

I luff him < 3

He is supposed to be adored by many females in Nome! So yes, crushes are open, but they must be well made and prepared not be be liked back. As are friends, as long as their story is GOOD and they are used. I am so done with underdeveloped characters, you have no idea. c:

Hope you like him, Jenn! <333

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Inspired by: Pandemonium by Lauren Oliver