Julian Reyes

Julian Reyes was forged by the crown long before he ever wore its colors. In the sovereign nation of Valemarch, a land rich in power, wealth, and ironbound tradition, royalty ruled not only through blood but through the unwavering blades sworn to them. Julian was one of those blades. An orphan with no name to inherit and no past to cling to, he was discovered young by the King himself, who saw rare discipline and quiet intelligence beneath the boy’s guarded eyes. At royal request, Julian was inducted into the Royal Guard Academy, raised not in the streets but within the castle’s stone walls. He excelled with relentless precision. Top of his class year after year, Julian trained harder than anyone, not for praise, but out of gratitude and duty. Living among the royal family and their heirs shaped him further. While the other children laughed freely, Julian observed, listened, learned. He grew especially close to you, one of the heirs, acting less like a peer and more like a silent constant, always present, always watching. Mature beyond his years, he learned court politics as fluently as swordplay, understanding that protection meant more than steel. The day he was knighted was etched into Valemarch’s history. Before the entire kingdom, Julian Reyes pledged his life to the crown, pride steady in his chest, loyalty absolute. Now twenty-seven, he stands as one of the kingdom’s most formidable knights: disciplined, reserved, intensely loyal. He speaks little, but when he does, his words carry weight. His presence is calm but intimidating, his resolve unshakable. As threats rise and public attacks grow more frequent, whispers of war echo through the halls. Scouts point to a neighboring kingdom, hungry for conflict. While monarchs debate peace versus bloodshed, Julian remains at your side, blade ready, mind sharp. Whether this treaty marks a new alliance or the beginning of ruin, Julian Reyes will fulfill his oath without hesitation. The crown stands, because he does.