Full Name: Julian Franklin Ortiz
Nicknames: Jortiz (only by his fiancé, Rosa)
Age: 26
Home Town: Chicago, IL
Occupation: CPD - Lieutenant
Personality:
Julian always carried himself with a tough guy kind of edge. As a skilled boxer, people knew not to mess with him, and those who did suffered a sore jaw or a nice shiner. To most men he keeps an aloof state, a hard jaw and a quizzical eye. However to females he keeps a charming smile and a warm demeanor. He loves to see a woman's smile, and will do what he can to get one out of you. Although he is very loyal to his friends and family, he also is very dedicated to his job and doesn't like when he's put in a situation that compromises his morals.
History:
Julian was born at Loyola Hospital in Chicago, IL to Isabella Giovanni and Jaun Ortiz. Being a Italian/Mexican-American was a little confusing growing up in the south side of Chicago. Growing up Julian avoided gangs, watching his friends pledge one by one over the years until by the time he was in high school, all of his closest friends repped one thing or another while he remained neutral. Julian had always been generally well liked. He had a friendly demeanor and never initiated or instigated conflict. One thing that mostly kept people at bay from starting issues with Julian was his boxing record.
His father had been a boxer in Mexico, and had taught the boy how to throw a left hook before he was even walking. His mother disapproved, of course, and when she would get together with her sister, Arabella Ochetto, who had married a head Italian Mobster of Chicago, the boys would play as the mothers bitched about the father's methods. Julian still remembers when he and Cole would play fight, both of them walking away with scrapes and bruises, eyes lit with enthusiasm and breathing heavily. Their scraps were something that they did as they got older, which is what started the reputation of Cole, Julian's and later Jackson's fighting ability.
Their fathers both took off around the same time, although Julian's was in Mexico creating his own new family and a tension between himself and his own son. Julian still took boxing from middle school through college, earning a scholarship for a full ride, as Cole and Jackson stayed behind and joined Big Daddy's alliance.
Julian remained in touch with his Tia Arabella, his mother was often at their house once Arabella had kicked out Antonio. Occasionally when Maria was younger, Arabella would pay Julian to babysit occasionally. It wasn't much but Julian didn't mind, Maria had always been extremely independent and mature for her age. Watching after her was never a hassle, and she offered some intriguing conversations despite the age gap. After Julian finished school, he joined the police Academy and upon graduation was a part of the Chicago Police Department. But he never forgot to thank his parents and his family who had always been there for him.
His mother often would call him about Maria. As she got older she was out of the house more, and Cole was so caught in his own world and Arabella felt helpless as she watched Her children grow distant from her. She would call Isabella crying, asking her what she should do. Isabella asked her son to talk to Maria. Although he didn't feel like it was in his place, he went to speak to Maria and went to their home. Upon arrival he found the door unlocked, and as soon as he opened the door, he recognized the smell of death. Immediately he withdrew his weapon and surveyed the home, freezing once he found the lifeless body of Arabella Ochetto.
Julian had been the one to tell Maria, and when he said that he knew her mother would want Maria to stay far away from Antonio Ochetto , Maria had cursed him in Italian. Of course she thought that he as a Cop was trying to sway her to his side to milk information out of her, taking advantage of the situation. In the heat of the moment she told Julian that she had better not let her see him ever again, or else he would pay. Julian cared about his cousins, but he couldn't let himself become involved in their world.
After that he left them alone, although he did run into Cole one other night. He had pulled him over for a burnt out tail light. Of course Cole played it cool with the music on low and him talking cooly and with a friendly disposition. Cole would've gotten away fine if Julian hadn't seen the bloodied handkerchief in the back seat. Julian demanded he pop the trunk, withdrawing his gun and making Cole step out of the vehicle. Upon frisking Cole he found a handgun, and upon opening the trunk he found a dead body.
He had stood there for a while, gun pointed at Cole. Then eventually he dropped his arm, looking into Cole's steel like eyes. Wordlessly he walked back to his squad car and drove off, letting Cole free. He never breathed a word of the incident, and hasn't tried to get back in touch with the Ochetto's.
He focused his life in his career, and his mother who would always try to convince Julian that Arabella would have never committed suicide. Slowly his mother was withering away from the stress over the years and Julian had no choice but to put her in a mental institution temporarily until she get's her wits together again. As he was able to focus more on himself, Julian began to date casually. Although he had no problem finding attractive girls, he had trouble finding any girl that stood out from him. However one call about a car accident on Sioux and Paxton would change his life forever. The girl had hydroplaned into the rear of someone else's car, and had no insurance, no papers proving the vehicle was hers and a sweet voice that he couldn't help smiling at as she spoke. She claimed her name was Rosalinda Romero, and her picture was in the database and her car was registered. She had been dressed to go out, and she seemed sober at the time, but still Julian should've taken her to jail. Instead he helped her push her car to the side for it to be towed in the morning, waited for her ride and let her go. But he couldn't forget that smile.
Two weeks later he was called to a house about a party at a town house just off the Gold Coast. They had approached the raging party, and once someone saw the cops on the other side of the door as they knocked thunderously, the music cut and the door cracked open. A fashionably clad female slipped out the door and with her was a waft of Cannabis and Booze. The girl looked up at him, and it was all he could do not to gasp, "Don't I know you?" He asked.
The girl squinted at him, the smile that he kept thinking about unfolding in front of him. "Oh Yeah, you were there at my car accident. Tell me why, I did have insurance! I just thought it ran up already." She was way to casual with the four cops at her front door step.
Although Julian wished to speak to her some more, someone else stepped in questioning her.
"How old are you?"
"19" Julian flinched, she was young but seemed so much older.
"Who's house is this?"
"Mine."
"You mean your parents?"
"No, I mean mine." there was an inexplicable defiance in her tone that made them all look at each other and remain silent for a moment.
Finally someone else spoke up, "Do you have an I.D.?"
"My wallet was recently stolen, I have a passport." once again they looked at one another. She was sketchy.
"Have you been drinking?"
"No." and she reached to tuck her hair behind her ear, glancing away, just like that Julian knew she was lying, and for some reason that infuriated him.
His coworker spoke up again, "Really, you smell like booze."
She cracked a smile, "Pues, somos bailando! People spill their drinks all over when they're dancing!" and just like that his anger melted away and he was chuckling at the girls charm, shaking his head. However they did break up the party and they did scare her into thinking she was going to jail, the whole time Julian was watching her closely. He felt inexplicably drawn to her, although she was five years younger than himself and just a boatload of trouble. But his colleagues would in no way permit him getting her number, so once again he had to let her go.
It wasn't until a week later he heard about a car speeding down Clark , a block from him. He normally didn't do speeding tickets but he was low on his quota, and he had just gotten off his break. Wanted something easy.
He pulled over the car, baffled by the familiarity of it, and nearly doubling over in shock once he saw Rosalinda in the driver seat. "Jortiz! I was wondering if I'd ever see you again." Her bold welcome threw him off, struggling for a witty come back he settled with, "Jortiz?"
She had giggled girlishly, her loose waves falling over her face. Whimsically she reached out, tapping the name badge that read, 'J. Ortiz'. "Jortiz." She repeated, then handing over all her paperwork and I.D. , smirking devilishly as she winked. Her behavior was entirely unexpected, but her confidence and demeanor was something that he never had seen before, and he kind of liked it. Once he returned to her car though, he was shocked to find the driver seat empty. "What the fu-" he began to say, poking his head down and seeing that she had taken a seat in the passenger side. She had a mischevious look on her face as she tapped the driver seat, "Come have a seat." She said flirtatiously.
He couldn't help but to belt in laughter, shaking his head as he backed away from the car. Julian looked back at her, and could see her youthfulness, but yet there was something in her eyes that told him she had seen more than enough. He learned to recognize this look in others on the job. But he took her offer and sat in the driver seat, passing her the paperwork and smiling at her charmingly, "I'll let you off with a warning, but one day someone besides me is going to pull you over and you won't be so lucky." She reached for the papers, but he didn't release them just yet. She looked up at him and smiled back.
"Is this the part I say, thanks, you're my hero, and kiss you passionately?" She said teasingly, reaching over so she was only inches away. He couldn't help but to think how perfect her lips looked. [b]"Or when I kiss you." and he leaned to press his own lips against hers. She surprisingly reacted very well, almost immediately kissing him back. He then discovered her tongue ring, something he once thought was nasty, but on her it was sexy. As they kissed he knew she could work it well, and at the end of it he was breathless. From her kiss. He hadn't had a kiss make his heart race so fast since he was in middle school, rushed with hormones. She handed him a piece of paper in exchange of the ones in his hand, and Julian opened it to see ten digits and her name scribbled underneath it. A smile broad as daylight cracked across his face as he looked back up to her. "Call me." She said.
"I will." He affirmed, getting out of the car and letting her go once more. He called her ten minutes later and made a date for that night. They went to the restaurant that had a bar and a bowling alley right next to the movie theater, and then to the movies. They laughed, and had great conversation and an amazing kiss that ended the night, and Julian knew he was hooked. Rosalinda was working and going to school at the time, and with Julian's schedule they couldn't see each other often, but when they did they made it count. The way he talked to her was like no one ever before. He could show the darkest parts of his soul and never feel judged. As he got to know Rosa it was harder and harder to stay away from her.
The girl was a trust fund baby. Her parents and brother had died in a car crash that she had survived at age 7. While in the care of her Tia, Rosa had been brutally abused and molested by her perverted cousin until she was 9 and placed into the care of her eldest sister whom had finally turned 18. However her sister was more focused on her own life than raising a child, leaving Rosa to pretty much raise herself. Her sister left her alone for days at a time, with little more than American cheese and baby carrots.
Rosa had enrolled in boarding school from grade 7-12, earning scholarships by her advanced test scores. Rosa inherited the townhouse and a trust fund once she was 18, and barely talks to her own family.
It took six months until they began to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend, they each were terrified if they were to grow old of one another. But they both agreed they had never been so happy with someone before. Rosa had issues with letting people come close, convinced they would leave her, but Julian didn't mind waiting.
After a year of dating they moved in together, and three months ago got engaged. Most of their friends at first questioned the age gap, but upon seeing them together in person they understood how perfect the couple was.
He still visited his mother every Thursday and Sunday, bringing fresh flowers and treats from the bakery. He took Rosa a few times, but Rosa didn't like nursing homes, she claimed they reminded her of the smell of visiting her mother in the hospital during her seven month coma. But his mother still speaks of the murder of her sister. However one day she hands her son a letter, written in the hand of Arabella Ochetto and speaking of her fear that Antonio might have her killed. Julian has slowly been looking into the case, but not anything to draw any attention yet. Currently he is more focused on helping Rosa through the wedding plan.
Equipment:
•Badge
•Semi-Automatic handgun
•4inch switchblade
•Handcuffs
•Tazer
