[ Julius had been so much of a hermit that the only person who had seen him without his shirt was, for a very long time, the woman who considered himself his mother; because she was the one cutting him open. Years of experimentation had left no mark on his body only by virtue of the extensive regeneration that it granted him. He had a lean figure much like a panther or a wolf, muscles visible to the extent of an Enforcer would have that concealed much more power than the average man.
Perhaps beautiful in Sion's eyes, but he remains unaware (or uncaring) of it himself. ]
Let me help.
[ He may not be a certified medic, but he can at least put things away. After putting his shirt back on, of course. ]
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Perhaps beautiful in Sion's eyes, but he remains unaware (or uncaring) of it himself. ]
Let me help.
[ He may not be a certified medic, but he can at least put things away. After putting his shirt back on, of course. ]