Judas Anderson (Human)

Basic Information

Birth Name:
Judas Anderson
Aliases:
Judas
Place of Birth:
Nachton
Age:
28
Male/Female:
Male
Current Occupation:
Unemployed
Past Occupation:
Student

Appearance


Hair Color:
Dark Brown
Length and Style:
Long, nearly down to his shoulders
Eye Color:
Dark Brown
Skin Color:
Tan
Height:
5' 9"
Weight:
165lbs
Nationality:
American
Race:
Human
Body Type:
Athletic, toned


Personal Questions

1. Describe your character's personality:
Quite arrogant and cocky, with a massively overblown ego and perception of his own intelligence and power. He can be quite clever and conniving and would generally enjoy stabbing you in the back rather than your face. In his own words, "Not because I can't stab you in the face, I just get a great sense of pleasure from the look of surprise and sense of betrayal splayed across your features."

2. Describe how your character would appear to a stranger
A lean young man appearing to be in his late twenties, with a handsome though arrogant face framed by facial hair He generally wears dark gray or black simply out of color preference, and has tan skin. Usually fiddling with his long dark brown hair or giving people smirk-filled glances.

3.What does your character like?
Drugs, killing vampires, and finally, himself.

4. Dislike?
Vampires, other people, most things in general.

5. (For humans) Describe what abilities you see your character having if they were turned.
-Agility
-Command

6. What are your fears?
Death -
He has a secret and intensely hidden fear of death, mainly because he fears what comes after. Damnation? Nothingness?
Being Turned-
He has an intense hate of vampires and all they stand for, and the idea of becoming one of their kind fills him with a great fear and distaste. He'd rather kill himself.
Spiders-
A rather trivial though perhaps amusing fear of his kept since childhood. He despises the little bastards.

7. What is your character's strengths and weaknesses?
Manipulator-
Generally a clever smooth talker, he has no qualms about blatant lies and trickeries that give him an advantage, or cheating and manipulating others. He has quite the knack for it, with a quick wit and tongue and pretty face.
Martial Arts -
Trained in martial arts as a young man, he knows just the right moves and pressure points to take out or disarm an opponent, and is quite deceptively agile. He is able to operate easily against those larger or more numerous, but there is obviously a limit to how many opponents he can handle.
Fencing-
Another art taught to him by his father from a young age, he was a skilled fencer though he rarely had the motivation to compete in school or in any sort of league. However he still carries his old competitive sword concealed in a walking cane.


Women -
Deep down he has hidden romantic tendencies leading straight back to his adolescence, and he has a soft spot for the opposite sex, especially if they're beautiful. However he usually manages to shield this in outright hate and vileness.
Drugs-
He has a weakness for drug use, from weed to alcohol to the occasional hit of acid or some other hallucinogenic. A definite weakness is his chemical dependence, not necessarily on his finances since he has a firmly wealthy estate, simply a drain on his mind and body.
Arrogance-
Extremely sure of himself to the point that he makes horrible mistakes or doesn't even try. A major trait in his life is the fact that he often avoided excelling because he thought it a farce, a waste of time for someone so skilled as himself. His most glaring weakness and hole.


Hobbies & Skills
Killing vampires, smoking weed, getting drunk, going to parties, writing poetry.
He was an English major in college, and a great hobby of his is writing, be it poetry or some form of story. He is also a self-professed history buff and skilled martial artist.
Quite the hedonist, most of his favorite activities involve drugs or fornication (or, most preferably, a mix of both).
He is skilled in Krav Maga and Jujutsu, when it comes to fighting his enemies be they imagined vampire or real vampire, he uses homemade Molotov Cocktails, too wary to engage "vampires" in hand to hand combat. His fencing sword is his last option as well as the black market FN P90 tucked into his trenchcoat.


Background


Abilities:
N/A

Flaws:
N/A

Cosmetic Traits:
Nothing really, he has a scar on his right foot he got as a young boy from a shard of glass that slashed him while at the beach.

Quirks and Habits worthy of mention:
Often picks apart inanimate things when disgruntled or distressed, usually tree bark or pieces of fabric, whatever is at hand at the moment.

Personal History:
Judas Anderson was born into a wealthy Nachton family in the finer area of the city, spoiled and coddled as an adolescent and young boy. He was taught martial arts and various subjects, slowly developing into a young mental prodigy with a promising future.
As he entered school he skipped the first grade, this filling him with a special sense of superiority that only blossomed as the years passed.
However as year after year of elementary school and high school passed the possibilities of this prodigy dropped lower and lower. Ideas of even a political future held by his usually absent father were slowly diminishing as Judas was a frankly lazy and shiftless student. Through various problems paying attention at school to arrest charges for things from stealing to drug use, to major psychiatric help. Generally his wealthy father bailed him out literally and figuratively through life.

He barely managed to graduate from high school, frankly, and in the end went to a 2nd tier school where he graduated with a fruitless major in studies of English literature.
The future of the prodigy had been corroded simply by apathy, laziness, and pure nihilism. Judas Anderson had no idea when he had changed for the worse.
Perhaps the day he had first tried some of the harder recreational drugs, or skipped his first class. That intelligence remained, but it was fruitless. The few friends he developed simply appeared as tools for his use to his warped mind, tools to be discarded.
The same relationship seemed apparent in his meetings with the opposite sex. They grew plentiful as he matured and it became apparent he was a handsome young man, but he saw women as simply tools for his lust. And frankly he saw his lust as a grudgingly necessary waste product. Just something he needed to take care of once in a while.

Had Judas Anderson known love? When had his heart been lost? Or had it even existed?
He had known love, having felt a great devotion as a big brother to his younger siblings. And he had known romantic love, for a young girl named Aida who was a fellow student in Nachton University.
Judas felt great feelings of yearning for this creature, he felt as if she and he had a certain affinity, but he never approached her, in fear of his heart cracking and revealing weakness. Instead he took a nihilistic approach to love and life in general populated with meaningless and subjective views.

As he graduated he went into the world as a shiftless young man without motivation, though his rich family estate provided the means to simply live a life of empty debauchery, perousing through drugs and women of various names and labels. He had no purpose.
Judas Anderson had an idea he found his purpose when he began hunting Them.
Perhaps the day his younger sister Julia had been found, drained of blood in some dark nameless alleyway of Nachton.
Perhaps indeed.
She had been worthless to him alive, a nuisance, but dead she was a cause, something to release his anger and insanity towards. The police labeled it as a queer ritualistic murder by some psychotic, but Judas had other ideas resulting from the marks on her skin the police labeled as "syringe puncture wounds". He remembered a snapshot of a memory, the day before her death, he had seen her strolling through Nachton with a remarkably pale young man accompanying her. Her family and friends later pleaded ignorance to any such man and no one at all knew who this significant other who had last been seen with Julia was.
Judas became obsessed with this man, with the idea that somewhere out there existed people who would commit these sort of atrocities. Perhaps they had evolved past veneers of humanity. Perhaps they were human outside and monsters inside. He searched out records of any such crimes, and though they were small in number in the city of Nachton, each case gave him perplexing new ideas. The lack of any real evidence, any real arrests, no real progress had been made on any of these few cases. Simply human beings drained of all their blood.

One night however, his mad fantasies seem to become reality simply because of what could've been mere hallucination. Strolling through the alleyways of Nachton one night, Judas glimpsed a curious scene. A young woman with her neck bent back, a young man nuzzling his face into her skin. It seemed all pleasure, and there were moans of delight, but Judas could've sworn he'd seen droplets of blood falling down the young woman's neck. The minute he blinked, however, the vision was gone, as if it had never existed. Night after night he returned to the place his sister had been found, yet rarely did he see anyone around. Most of the time just an unlucky homeless man who stumbled into his path. It became an obsession, a delusion.

Driven now by purpose and desperate hate, this young misanthrope began systematically wandering the alleyways and dark streets of Nachton, trying to search and discovering the vampire culture. He was yet ignorant of much of it, but all he knew was that these creatures seemed to enjoy human blood and to him appeared to be in every corner and lurking in every alleyway. However a few awkward and forgettable interactions with other human beings revealed that these creatures were possibly simply figments of his imagination. In his search for these "blood-suckers", he saw only a few scattered pieces, his eyes lighting up whenever a police report mentioned someone drained of all their blood.
He delighted in wandering the dark streets alone, coaxing them towards him, then lashing out with blade and fist, and fire into their destruction. He no longer checked for fangs or anything of the sort, no longer sure of the existence of odd creatures, no longer sure of his own sanity. Perhaps they did not exist, perhaps these vampiric creatures were simply psychotic humans, it didn't really matter. He envied their fantastical qualities, he envied their apparent total lack of morality, he despised them though he knew not of their true existences past night fantasies and police reports.

It gave him a bitter purpose, a scapegoat to blame all his insecurities and problems in life on. Perhaps he was simply jealous of them or scared of the unknown. Perhaps. It hardly mattered. He himself knew he was a kind of vampire, an Emotional Vampire who delighted in the lust, hate, and primal fear he saw in others.
And it was time to hunt.
Perhaps he would soon die, perhaps he was the one being hunted. No matter his skills and intelligence in the end the simple fact seemed to be that these creatures were near impossible to find and physically more powerful than his kind. Perhaps he was doomed to lose this battle.
Perhaps.


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