Julian Blum is a professional.

Frequently found in his place of employ, Julian appears every inch the security man. Not with the broad bulk of a bouncer, but rather the upright and controlled poise of the prototypical bodyguard. He is tall and slim, a runner's build framed more often than not by the sharp, clean lines of a tailored suit, black on black on black.

He could be a businessman as easily as he could be a hitman, or an attorney, or an accountant.

He is neither particularly magnetic nor beautiful. His face is like a cliff, the long lines of middle age etched eternally now across the high forehead, bracketing the wide and humorless mouth, the ears slightly too protruding. His nose is long and broad, his head of dark curls closely cropped, green eyes focused and unflinching.