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NAME: Lena
LJ USERNAME: dulcin
AIM/MSN: cindulena (AIM)
EMAIL: cindevillain@gmail.com
CHARACTER NAME: Jude Ambers
SERIES: Original
AGE: 17
BIRTHDATE: April 30
PB NAME: Judas Iscariot (I’m not even joking) from the manga Innocent Birds
FACTION: Project Yurei [recruited when he was seven, put to ‘work’ when he was ten]
ABILITIES: Thanks to that explosion thirteen years ago, Jude can cause molecular disturbances in an object’s probability field, resulting in spontaneous combustions. In a nutshell, he can make things go BOOM.
But other than that? He’s nothing special-never really did the whole formal school thing so he’s no genius. But he’s clever, and thinks well enough on his feet to have made it this far in his life. He’s a really fast learner too, that if he actually had the opportunity to focus on a certain skill, he’d probably be brilliant at it.
He can also read people well enough to know what strings to pull and what buttons to press that would make them react the way he wants them to. After spending most of his life on the streets, watching people, you pick up a thing or two on how humans work, and it’s only helped him out so far.
PERSONALITY: Jude’s your typical case of a child that had to grow up too soon, too fast. Except he never really succeeded, which might explain his bouts of immaturity, and that unfailing reflex to run, and run fast.
But he’s had a lot of time to watch people, and he’s kind of figured out the mannerisms that get you what you want. So he can be charming, disarming, goofy, naïve, you name it. If it’s going to put some food in his mouth, he’ll manipulate it and milk it for all it’s worth. Morality kind of lost its appeal to him the moment some scientists stuck needles in his arms.
But underneath that all he’s just a kid that likes to pretend he understands why the world’s as fucked up as it is, when in truth he has no clue. And he honestly doesn’t think he wants to know.
HISTORY: Wrong place at the wrong time-that’s the story of his life. His parents originally hail from London but for some reason decided they’d rather not have a family under a monarchy. Cue the move to Japan, seven years before Jude’s actual appearance into the world. ‘It seemed like a good idea at the time’ was what Jude would have had engraved on his parents’ tombstones if he actually had the money to do it. Along with, ‘Thanks mom and dad. I owe you big.’ But then Jude didn’t think people would have gotten the sarcasm anyway.
He was four when the explosion hit. He remembers being outside, playing with his Tonka Trucks (or that time’s equivalent of), wondering why his Mommy and Daddy decided to head out into town that morning and leave him with that icky old lady from down the street. He never really liked her, but he still let her hold him when his parents never came back home.
He was two days away from being five when he accidentally killed her. He didn’t really understand it then, but he was smart enough to figure out that, somehow, that big boom made him able to create little booms, just like those characters in his comic books.
(Before he blew those up too.)
Two years he was on the streets, give or take a month or five. It didn’t take him long to realize that if you make a big enough boom, people tend to scatter, which means a lot of left over food in restaurants for him to pick out of.
One day he decided to work the market scene. It was one of those spur of the moment type of deicions-he normally refrained from working such areas, because there were always too many people with eyes keen for pickpockets. But that day he thought ‘why the hell not’.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Except, oh, what do you know, one of the shoppers that day just so happened to work for Project Yurei and, oh, he probably should’ve started running when they looked right at him.
Cue his being ‘recruited’.
Remember in high school? How there was always that one kid that just didn’t seem to fit in? That’s Jude. It didn’t seem to matter how charming he was, or how friendly he made himself to be-Yurei was the Magic School, and what Jude could do was not magic. Maybe, if Sphere had gotten to him first instead…
They would have realized he wasn’t ready. They would have picked up on the fact that he was still only just ten years old and he’d never even heard about war before, and they wouldn’t have made him do the things he did.
Or maybe they would have done worse.
But there’s no point in dwelling on what-could-have-beens, not when he’s got more important things to think about now.
Because even if it had been horrible, the war put a roof over his head and food in his stomach. But now it’s gone, and he’s back on the streets, only this time around he’s a little more accurate when making things go boom.
WRITING SAMPLE: Tick. Tick.
Boom.
He liked to watch them scatter. Like cockroaches, scampering away from the feast when that large foot slams down. ‘Run, run, save yourself!’ he could practically hear them say, somewhere there amidst the screams and panic.
Then came him, the vulture, swooping down to pick off of what was left behind. Rice, a half-eaten bowl of corn soup, and an egg roll.
Some days were better than others.
He opted to scope out the tables closer to the door, in case this restaurant happened to be one of the kinds that had the owner living right over it. He didn’t bother to stick around long enough to find out, because those meetings never turned out very enjoyable, and he had better things to do than get a beating.
One down, about five more to go, and that was only counting the shops on this block.
Life was good.
LJ USERNAME: dulcin
AIM/MSN: cindulena (AIM)
EMAIL: cindevillain@gmail.com
CHARACTER NAME: Jude Ambers
SERIES: Original
AGE: 17
BIRTHDATE: April 30
PB NAME: Judas Iscariot (I’m not even joking) from the manga Innocent Birds
FACTION: Project Yurei [recruited when he was seven, put to ‘work’ when he was ten]
ABILITIES: Thanks to that explosion thirteen years ago, Jude can cause molecular disturbances in an object’s probability field, resulting in spontaneous combustions. In a nutshell, he can make things go BOOM.
But other than that? He’s nothing special-never really did the whole formal school thing so he’s no genius. But he’s clever, and thinks well enough on his feet to have made it this far in his life. He’s a really fast learner too, that if he actually had the opportunity to focus on a certain skill, he’d probably be brilliant at it.
He can also read people well enough to know what strings to pull and what buttons to press that would make them react the way he wants them to. After spending most of his life on the streets, watching people, you pick up a thing or two on how humans work, and it’s only helped him out so far.
PERSONALITY: Jude’s your typical case of a child that had to grow up too soon, too fast. Except he never really succeeded, which might explain his bouts of immaturity, and that unfailing reflex to run, and run fast.
But he’s had a lot of time to watch people, and he’s kind of figured out the mannerisms that get you what you want. So he can be charming, disarming, goofy, naïve, you name it. If it’s going to put some food in his mouth, he’ll manipulate it and milk it for all it’s worth. Morality kind of lost its appeal to him the moment some scientists stuck needles in his arms.
But underneath that all he’s just a kid that likes to pretend he understands why the world’s as fucked up as it is, when in truth he has no clue. And he honestly doesn’t think he wants to know.
HISTORY: Wrong place at the wrong time-that’s the story of his life. His parents originally hail from London but for some reason decided they’d rather not have a family under a monarchy. Cue the move to Japan, seven years before Jude’s actual appearance into the world. ‘It seemed like a good idea at the time’ was what Jude would have had engraved on his parents’ tombstones if he actually had the money to do it. Along with, ‘Thanks mom and dad. I owe you big.’ But then Jude didn’t think people would have gotten the sarcasm anyway.
He was four when the explosion hit. He remembers being outside, playing with his Tonka Trucks (or that time’s equivalent of), wondering why his Mommy and Daddy decided to head out into town that morning and leave him with that icky old lady from down the street. He never really liked her, but he still let her hold him when his parents never came back home.
He was two days away from being five when he accidentally killed her. He didn’t really understand it then, but he was smart enough to figure out that, somehow, that big boom made him able to create little booms, just like those characters in his comic books.
(Before he blew those up too.)
Two years he was on the streets, give or take a month or five. It didn’t take him long to realize that if you make a big enough boom, people tend to scatter, which means a lot of left over food in restaurants for him to pick out of.
One day he decided to work the market scene. It was one of those spur of the moment type of deicions-he normally refrained from working such areas, because there were always too many people with eyes keen for pickpockets. But that day he thought ‘why the hell not’.
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Except, oh, what do you know, one of the shoppers that day just so happened to work for Project Yurei and, oh, he probably should’ve started running when they looked right at him.
Cue his being ‘recruited’.
Remember in high school? How there was always that one kid that just didn’t seem to fit in? That’s Jude. It didn’t seem to matter how charming he was, or how friendly he made himself to be-Yurei was the Magic School, and what Jude could do was not magic. Maybe, if Sphere had gotten to him first instead…
They would have realized he wasn’t ready. They would have picked up on the fact that he was still only just ten years old and he’d never even heard about war before, and they wouldn’t have made him do the things he did.
Or maybe they would have done worse.
But there’s no point in dwelling on what-could-have-beens, not when he’s got more important things to think about now.
Because even if it had been horrible, the war put a roof over his head and food in his stomach. But now it’s gone, and he’s back on the streets, only this time around he’s a little more accurate when making things go boom.
WRITING SAMPLE: Tick. Tick.
Boom.
He liked to watch them scatter. Like cockroaches, scampering away from the feast when that large foot slams down. ‘Run, run, save yourself!’ he could practically hear them say, somewhere there amidst the screams and panic.
Then came him, the vulture, swooping down to pick off of what was left behind. Rice, a half-eaten bowl of corn soup, and an egg roll.
Some days were better than others.
He opted to scope out the tables closer to the door, in case this restaurant happened to be one of the kinds that had the owner living right over it. He didn’t bother to stick around long enough to find out, because those meetings never turned out very enjoyable, and he had better things to do than get a beating.
One down, about five more to go, and that was only counting the shops on this block.
Life was good.