Julian Justice

Name: Adam

Age: 27

Years of Fed Experience: Too Many

Contact Info:

AIM, TWITTER, Whatever you prefer. Munin you know. I am not here to cause problems. Just want to rp honestly. Contact me via Twitter mostly.



Real Name: Julian Justice

D.O.B.: 04/01/1989

Ethnicity: Samoan-Caucasian-Black American

Hometown: West Texas

Pic Base: Drake

Twitter: Official_JustJ



Ring Name: Julian Justice

Nicknames: The Conquerer, The Harbinger of Peace, The Bat Man

Hails From: (If same as above, leave blank.)

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 210 lbs.

Alignment: Baby Face

Trained By: Sullivan Aimes

Character Biography: Born and raised in El Paso, Texas to a French Painter mother and a father who was big for pornography in the 70s, Julian hasn't had the most typical of child hoods but he's always been a fan of professional wrestling. Off and on for years in wrestling school Julian finally finished and earned his certificate. A freelance photographer who is mostly known for the still shots taken of his girlfriend and valet, Jessica.

Career History: Julian is actually new to the circuit. He's 8-4 in his Academy Wrestling career. But mostly, he's a novice in the professional realm.

Gimmick: Julian Justice... the not so mysterious mystery man. He's a terrorist and the fans love him for it. He hides throughout the amusement park on the biggest roller coaster and only comes to ring via ascension of scaffolds. He's gracious to his followers and does things to please them, but ultimately he'll do what is necessary to please himself. Very much a baby face with a neutral mysteriousness to him. 

Entrance Music: 'Summer Sixteen' {by Drake}

Entrance Description: "Summer Sixteen" blasts of the speakers and the fans roar with excitement. A spotlight sifts through the crowd as fans through out the venue are wearing Guy Fawkes masks. One man in particular, dressed in a hoodie with "Veni, Vidi, Vici" printed across the back of it, drops the hood to his shoulders and looks down from the rafters. The fans roar with madness as Julian Justice descends from the rafters and lands at ringside. He removes his mask and hoodie and gives it to a fan before sliding into the ring and hopping to his feet in the center of the ring and awaiting the match to begin.



Fighting Style: Julian mixes speedy innovative moves with excellent traditional wrestling moves. He's like Dean Malenko combined with Teddy Hart/Juventud Guerrera.

In-Ring Strengths: His speed and in-ring awareness. Jessica appearing from to time and helping him out.

In-Ring Weakness: Ability to never know when to say when. He overshoots some moves. 

Favorite Match Type: Scaffold Match

Favorite Weapon: Baseball Bat

Common Moves:

[1] Snap Suplex

[2] Double Under Hook DDT

[3] Double Under Hook Duplex

[4] Fisherman Suplex

[5] Reverse DDT

[6] Brainbuster

[7] Powerslam

[8] Superkick

[9]Headscissors

[10] Swinging Neckbreaker

[11] 450 Splash

[12] Spring Board Moonsault

[13] Backslide Pin

[14] Pendulum Backbreaker

[15] Front Flip Leg Drop

[16] Corkscrew Elbow Drop



Signature Moves:

1. Running Yakuza Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGTDi8SbY8k)

2. Democracy of Justice (Russian Legsweep)

3. The Art of Justice (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0jCITxf01o)

4. The Peacemaker (Falling Frankensteiner)

5. Death By Justice (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUsKR3xtdOk)

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NOTE to Match Writer: Julian Justice will often times use any of his signatures to pick up a victory, as they themselves are innovative in nature.

Finisher(s):

1. Justice of The Peace (Canadian Destroyer)

2. Veni, Vidi, Vici (Anaconda Vice)

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In-Ring Attire:*  

- Julian wears a variety of different color cargo pants but on average they are white, beige, or black, and tucked beneath his black combat boots which are covered in black kick pads, and his black knee pads. He wears a black or white sleeveless t-shirt, tapes his wrists to mid-forearm and wears black elbow pads.



Sample Roleplay:

Veni... Vidi... Vici...
Appendix I

// PROLOGUE: //
March 19, 2014 - Somewhere In West Texas

The dirt tasted like gritty ass and cat litter and the moonlight shined bright while the boots were greeting my abdomen. What had I done to deserve this? "Knock his teeth out Clevon!" One of them yelled. "He can't see nothing, his eyes are larger than the flies flying around the piles of sh--" One of them is silenced by something.

Mud stung my eyes and I could feel the swelling. Wrong place, wrong time, it was the same story every time. My luck was badder than the attitude on some of the patrons at the tavern. Pub. Wait, are they even Irish?

"What do we do with him?" One of them asks. They murmur to themselves and I hear a soft angelic voice, "No body touch him. I'll take it from here." I could feel her presence as I rolled onto my back. Such a warm aura, it felt like the sun was rising above me in the morning. Who was she? She smelled like apples and horse saliva. What was she doing in the horses stable? I feel her gentle hands cup the back of my head and her palm rest on my chest, "You're going to be just fine."

I wasn't sure what happened next, but I wake up and open my eyes. Everything is blurry. "Am I on Acid? ..Ugghh." I roll out of bed and stumble into the softest arms in the world. "Who are you?"

"Please. Just rest. You must rest." Her soft scent matched her milky skin, she guides me to the bed and I roll onto my side and fall fast asleep.

Hours pass and I awake again. This time with clearer vision than I'd ever had in my life. CRUNCH. Cartledge between my bones pops with each movement and stretch, I am greeted by the most beautiful woman in the world. Brunette hair down to her shoulders, milky skin covered in a tank top and denim shorts. "Who are you?" I ask with a smile.

"Julie." She extends her hand and I clasps it in both of mine. "Thank you for all your hospitality. Could you tell me what happened exactly?" She looks into my eyes and motions over to the couch, "You'd better take a seat." I sit on the couch and she gives me the straight shooter speech with no hesitation. "So you got beat up and you were out for a week..." I couldn't believe my ears. She continued to tell me the news and I couldn't believe I was alive. Apparently I'm talented when my adrenaline kicks in. This was my first day of wrestling school and I got knocked out for a week.

"The boys tried to be nice with you, but you had such a temper it had to turn ugly." Julie continued to tell me about my last unremembered week. It was a week of intense recuperation for me. They had done a number on me for sure. "This happened while wrestling?" I ask in amazement.

"You said you wanted the school of hard knocks so they gave it to you. That's for damn sure." She says with a little sass in her voice. "I remember talking about joining the academy, and then the next thing I know, we are just rolling around in some of the worst smelling mud--" She cuts me off and informs me of the bad news. "Yeah, that wasn't mud. It was a ton of cow shit."

I furrow my brows and look at her in disbelief. "Really?" As odd as that sounded it all make perfect sense. I relive the scene in my head and I definitely got what I deserved. I had shown up on someone else's property raising hell and acting as if I were the big hays in town.

"Which brings me to lesson number one Julian." Julie smiles as she reaches to the floor beside her chain. "You mustn't obliterate the obstacle just because it presents a challenge. You're a solid wrestler but your focus needs more focus and you must learn about repetition. You need discipline." Julie kept a stern look in her eyes. She was the real deal and I could tell she had great wisdom. She smiles at me and lifts a small box from the floor and places it on the table.

"Here is a gift. Open it, enjoy it, but most importantly, when you come outside, bring it with you." Julie rises from her seat and heads out the door. I look at the rectangle and open it. I couldn't believe my eyes. Why did she give me a mouthpiece?

Cameras fade out.

// Arrival to Pure Amusement Wrestling //
April 20, 2016 - El Paso, Texas

The highway road was long and brooding. Multiple cars whiz by with each step. I keep my composure while staying between the double yellow lines that divide the two lane highway. The County Colliseum was somewhere on the other side of the trees and here I was playing Assassin's Creed in a Guy Fawkes mask wondering why I haven't been rolled on by the local Sheriff. I stop considering the bad luck and focus on the good, and that was reaching my destination. Pure Amusement Wrestling. I had taking the extensive route to becoming a professional wrestler. I spent multiple years traveling the worst of the worst, in backyard wrestling.

I see a gap and take it with a dead sprint ahead. I hurdle the barbed wire fence and tumble into leaves and twigs. Cars whiz by and horns blare as I was just barely missed by the oncoming traffic. I remove my small shoulder pack and open it. "Yum." I say aloud to myself before reaching into the sack and removing a bright red apple. I raise the mask just enough to keep my eyes covered and I tuck my chin into my chest so that it appears that I am crawling on all fours and the Guy Fawkes mask is really my face. I've learned many ways of survival out here. I'm a nomad, a lonely drifter, the one man army PAW was warned about.

I'm full of jokes. No one in Pure Amusement Wrestling even knows me. They don't even know I'm arriving. After a lengthy journey I reach the front gates of the Amusement Park. The master lock looked like a purity ring just waiting on someone to take away its' innocence. The gate keepers and overnight staff were lazy as ever, sitting around smoking and doing just about whatever they please. I'd be sure to catch them in their arrogance.

I hop the fence and scamper around to the side near the concessions booth. "Shh... shh... Don't be too loud." I heard winded voices coming from inside the concession stand. What was going on? A blend of a female moan and a male groan were a dead giveaway. Secret romance at work. I die on the inside with laughter before hurrying over to the next little hut. Stuffed animals are locked behind a gate and two overnight workers pass by as I duck down behind a garbage can.

The workers pass and I see my destination, a big roller coaster with duster forming due to oxidation. The big steel structure was going to be my home for a while. Could they kick me out? I look around and find no one in sight. Only if they find me, I suppose.

I lower the grappling hook attached to 18th century noose and toss it as far as it'll go. CLANG! The metal on metal crime let's me know that it's time to ascend to new heights. I start to make my climb with the stealth of a ninja. PAW wasn't ready for Justice to be served.

CAMERAS FADE OUT.