Just shy of six feet tall with a scruffy look about him, Julius has definitely not lived the life of luxury. His skin is sun baked, the color of an avid traveler, and his chestnut brown hair has begun to fray at the ends. A set of green hued eyes peer carefully at his surroundings, a clashing mix of exotic color to his dusty disposition. Upon Julius' lower lip is a large scar the runs across the lip itself, seemingly too jagged to be from a blade.

Julius seems fairly healthy in size, with average muscles for any human, though the way he moves seems far more delicate than even some of the most careful minded dancer. It's clear that he is able to carry himself well, and his girth is a great identifier of his health, not wide nor gaunt. Generally covered in thick leather, the lucky few who see his bare arms would find they are scuffed with typical markings of a man who's worn leather armor and been hit with strong attacks, proof that armor works. Julius' legs seem to have similar markings, he's been in several fights in his life.