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Name: Judson
Age: 419
Birthday: 22 Feb 1600
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Gender: Genderfluid
Species: Undead^2 Vampire
Eye color: Bright azure
Hair color: Straw blond
Skin color: Frostbitten
Likes: Quiet, isolation, nighttime, space, medicine, potion-making, the cold, snow, ice, sterile environments
Dislikes: Temperatures above 60 degrees, sunlight, high humidity, dirty things, germs, flies
Personality:
To the outside world: Judson is largely a very quiet person. He can appear cold and calculating, often bring percieved as brushing people off or being uppity. Oftentimes he appears to be uncaring. Due to the unintentional polite indifference carried in his voice, he may be seen as rude.
To those he knows: He is quite kind, much warmer once you break his cold outer shell. He's much easier to understand, less vague. He takes on a very fatherly persona, and becomes someone trustworthy. He can still be a bit indifferent at times, accidentally offending or brushing people off, as he's very busy.
When alone: Much the same, but he has the potential to become almost feral, especially when feeding.
As his alter ego: He's wild, a party animal by definition. Judson is much more impulsive in this state, and much more likely to get himself in trouble. He looks and acts much younger, about 23 mentally and physically. He is much more at risk of doing dumb things. He's much more like a big brother, although one that tends to be stupid.
Powers:
- Flight
- Telepathy (generally unused)
- Hypnosis (also generally unused)
- Charm/Lure (only used on victims)
- Limb detachment (Can detach limbs and use them while they're disconnected from his body.)
- General magic
- Body-switching/possession
- Astral projection
- Super-speed & teleportation
- Mild shapeshifting (can change his face, haircolor, grow new limbs, etc.)
Age: 419
Birthday: 22 Feb 1600
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Gender: Genderfluid
Species: Undead^2 Vampire
Eye color: Bright azure
Hair color: Straw blond
Skin color: Frostbitten
Likes: Quiet, isolation, nighttime, space, medicine, potion-making, the cold, snow, ice, sterile environments
Dislikes: Temperatures above 60 degrees, sunlight, high humidity, dirty things, germs, flies
Personality:
To the outside world: Judson is largely a very quiet person. He can appear cold and calculating, often bring percieved as brushing people off or being uppity. Oftentimes he appears to be uncaring. Due to the unintentional polite indifference carried in his voice, he may be seen as rude.
To those he knows: He is quite kind, much warmer once you break his cold outer shell. He's much easier to understand, less vague. He takes on a very fatherly persona, and becomes someone trustworthy. He can still be a bit indifferent at times, accidentally offending or brushing people off, as he's very busy.
When alone: Much the same, but he has the potential to become almost feral, especially when feeding.
As his alter ego: He's wild, a party animal by definition. Judson is much more impulsive in this state, and much more likely to get himself in trouble. He looks and acts much younger, about 23 mentally and physically. He is much more at risk of doing dumb things. He's much more like a big brother, although one that tends to be stupid.
Powers:
- Flight
- Telepathy (generally unused)
- Hypnosis (also generally unused)
- Charm/Lure (only used on victims)
- Limb detachment (Can detach limbs and use them while they're disconnected from his body.)
- General magic
- Body-switching/possession
- Astral projection
- Super-speed & teleportation
- Mild shapeshifting (can change his face, haircolor, grow new limbs, etc.)
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A frost-bitten hand exploded from underneath the snow, fingertips black with gangrenous rot. Judson wasn't going to stay dead. As he never did. The rest of his hand was covered in bright red, and the skin had a waxy sheen to it. Soon there was an arm, and then there was a shoulder. His head popped up, and he gasped for air. He began to dig more frantically at his cold, powdery prison, until his body was freed. He dragged himself out of the snow, and clawed at the ground.
Plot: Andry has come to Westworld to escape everyday life. He falls for the Sheriff, but then remembers that these Hosts, they aren't really real. At least... That's what he thinks.
Starter:Andry stepped off of the train. He wore a waistcoat with a pocket watch, slacks, and cowboy boots. It was all a light wool, so it kept him from being too warm while protecting him from the sun. His eyes immediately went to one of the androids, and he had to force himself to look anywhere else. Even then, his eyes wandered back. He swatted a fly that had landed on him, and tried his best to be casual as he ambled over to the Host. Ah. So this one was the Sheriff. "Hi," he said, touching the brim of his tophat, "how are you?"
Starter:Andry stepped off of the train. He wore a waistcoat with a pocket watch, slacks, and cowboy boots. It was all a light wool, so it kept him from being too warm while protecting him from the sun. His eyes immediately went to one of the androids, and he had to force himself to look anywhere else. Even then, his eyes wandered back. He swatted a fly that had landed on him, and tried his best to be casual as he ambled over to the Host. Ah. So this one was the Sheriff. "Hi," he said, touching the brim of his tophat, "how are you?"
Plot: Judson, my OC, kidnaps a younger man from a bad situation and keeps him restrained for a while, to placate him and make sure he doesn't go back. He may experiment on him a bit, giving him injections and such to make him last longer during sex, or effects like that. He wants to make him feel better, to heal him and make sure he's okay. Eventually he'd like to turn this character into a vampire, so that they can spend forever together.
Starter: Judson crouched down into the bushes. He winced as he heard another cry, and gave a soft sigh. He felt so awful for this poor young man. It tugged at his heartstrings. He squinted, trying to see into the window of the home. Anxiously, he fiddled with the bottle of chloroform in his hand, and rubbed at the rag. He just didn't understand. If his parents hated who he was, why didn't they disown him, instead of torturing him like this? Everyday he'd been watching. He'd bugged their house, and saw all the horrible acts they'd committed against the pitiful thing.
"Goddamn," he muttered, "that's some twisted definition of 'love' right there..." He watched as the smaller silhouette collapsed, and disappeared from view. The other person left. Once he was sure all was quiet and the parents had gone to sleep, he slipped into the house via an unlocked window, and crept up to the bedroom where the man resided. He was quite eager to get him out of there. He stood beside the bed, the rag, now soaked with chloroform, in hand. Carefully, he pressed it over the sleeping figure's mouth and nose.
Thread link: https://writerssanctum.com/threads/a-better-life.12414/
Starter: Judson crouched down into the bushes. He winced as he heard another cry, and gave a soft sigh. He felt so awful for this poor young man. It tugged at his heartstrings. He squinted, trying to see into the window of the home. Anxiously, he fiddled with the bottle of chloroform in his hand, and rubbed at the rag. He just didn't understand. If his parents hated who he was, why didn't they disown him, instead of torturing him like this? Everyday he'd been watching. He'd bugged their house, and saw all the horrible acts they'd committed against the pitiful thing.
"Goddamn," he muttered, "that's some twisted definition of 'love' right there..." He watched as the smaller silhouette collapsed, and disappeared from view. The other person left. Once he was sure all was quiet and the parents had gone to sleep, he slipped into the house via an unlocked window, and crept up to the bedroom where the man resided. He was quite eager to get him out of there. He stood beside the bed, the rag, now soaked with chloroform, in hand. Carefully, he pressed it over the sleeping figure's mouth and nose.
Thread link: https://writerssanctum.com/threads/a-better-life.12414/
Plot: Ebenezer has always wanted to get away from home. On one of his daily escapades, he bumps into a young, handsome ranch hand, who he immediately falls in love with. He has secrets, though, and isn't willing to divulge them, despite their budding friendship. But something happens, and everything is laid bare. Ebenezer must learn to trust his companion, and falls in love with him along the way.
Note: This RP is not very historically accurate. It is historical fiction/fantasy. It also may contain smut.
Starter: Ebenezer sat on the stairs, and sighed a little. He stood, and went to his horse. He gently patted her, before hopping onto her back and leaving. He rode into town, smiling at the warm breeze on his face. He laughed, and hugged his mare's neck as he rode along. Once he got into town, he hopped off of his horse and went into the general store. As he looked around, he bumped into a much taller man that he hadn't noticed. He became flustered. "I.. Um... I'm so sorry, I... I didn't see you there."
Note: This RP is not very historically accurate. It is historical fiction/fantasy. It also may contain smut.
Starter: Ebenezer sat on the stairs, and sighed a little. He stood, and went to his horse. He gently patted her, before hopping onto her back and leaving. He rode into town, smiling at the warm breeze on his face. He laughed, and hugged his mare's neck as he rode along. Once he got into town, he hopped off of his horse and went into the general store. As he looked around, he bumped into a much taller man that he hadn't noticed. He became flustered. "I.. Um... I'm so sorry, I... I didn't see you there."
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