Height: 5’9, 10’6” after jumping
Weight: Plywood
Rank in High School Graduation: Valedictorian
Hours per weekly peer tutoring session: 2
Favorite cat: Garfield, probably
When one says the name “Julian”, one’s thoughts may be turned to the party loving king of Madagascar lore. However, this King Julian is nothing like that benevolent overlord on the field. Perhaps the only quality our Seattle-native man shares with the lemur is that he jumps up like a damn spider monkey. A poor opposing cutter will think he’s wide open in the deep space until, with a flash of fluffy blonde locks, the disc is in Julian’s hands and moving in the opposite direction. King Julian once skied Marty the Zebra so hard that the animal literally died on the spot. The only trace of the destroyed soul that remains today is its striped skin, which Julian fashioned into a pair of shorts and now wears as an intimidating trophy of the hunt.
After Julian eliminates a helpless opponent, the only thing left for that humiliated player to do is to grovel before King Julian, begging just to touch his royal feet. He may be a quiet man, but it’s obvious that Julian must enjoy the foot worship of his loyal Mort followers, since no matter what season it is, he refuses to wear socks or closed shoes for fear of hiding away his sacred toes. It requires a truly important moment for King Julian to hide his noble feet from the admiration of the world, so ultimate players beware: when Julian laces up those cleats, you best prepare to move it, move it – back to the bench.
Bio by AL