Judas Anpumesses
Aug 12, 2020 2:07:23 GMT -5
Post by Judas on Aug 12, 2020 2:07:23 GMT -5
~Profile~
"Be careful making wishes in the dark,
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark.
And besides in the meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart..."
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark.
And besides in the meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart..."
Name: Judas Aidoneous Anpumesses
Quote: "I'm not rushing in there. See this face? It's too pretty to face the danger of getting damaged."
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Yes. Just yes.
Species: Demi-God
:Appearance:
There are, oddly enough, three forms that Judas embodies on any given day: His human shape, the shifted shape, and the last that he tends not to show unless absolutely needed.
Starting with the first, one would have a hard time denying that he isn't lovely - he stands close to 5' 11" tall, with a slender though athletic build that is kept in shape, as many have had the pleasure of seeing. His skin is the lightest of tans, capable of taking a golden olive hue should he allow himself to sun bathe frequently enough. Tattooed on his mid-section (just so happens to circle his belly button) is the symbol of Hades. A second tattoo sits between his shoulder-blades on his back, in the shape of a black jackal with golden eyes - he claims it is a tribute to his father. His hair is the darkest of raven blacks, always styled short and into a carefully ruffled mess that accents his sculpted face. His eyes are somewhat narrow, bearing an almost silvery blue shade that just barely clings to the azure side of things, though still somehow bringing broken glass to mind. His mouth is rarely seen not holding a gentle smirk, as if he was observing life from the outside and just happened to find it faintly amusing. Most days, he has just enough face fuzz to pull off the roguish, devil-may-care look that tends to drive most wild. His clothing leans towards the darker end of the spectrum, with his silver-colored ankh always being in almost full view.
The second form he takes is no less striking, though not quite as 'devilishly handsome' as his strictly human shape. His skin darkens ever so slightly, and even then darkens somewhat more so than that as it forms markings on his back, only seeming to make his tattoos stand out all the more. His ears take points to them and elongate to a degree, though none would mistake him for any sort of elvish being; delicate looking horns part his now black-and-navy streaked hair, while the normally bright whites of his eyes are always shrouded in the dark shade, only making the silver-and-ice blue swirled irises of his stand out noticeably. A peek under his full lips will reveal almost dainty fangs, though surely it would have to be the tail lashing behind him that stands out most - the dark navy fur on the almost feline looking tail is short enough to boast a velvet-like feel to it, while the very end of it bears a tip that could be compared to a jackal's wiry fur as a tuft, though it's oddly white as untouched snow.
Finally, we come to the last form, whom very few have seen. The first word that comes to mind is 'jackal', though he is much larger than any Terran jackal in most regards, easily reaching just under his normal humanoid height at the shoulder; his ears are a bit too large, his legs too long, and his frame more muscular. There's also the glint of intelligence that far exceeds a common animal, though whether he actually uses any of his brains is a good question. His fur is white as untouched snow, darkening subtly around his muzzle, back, and tail. Minute 'cracks' in the fur of a pale silvery-blue shade, making him look reminiscent to broken glass if one were to get close enough. Rather than the swirl of the colors one would be accustomed to seeing in his 'shifted' form, he displays a case of heterochromia, with his left eye being a burnished silver while the right bears a slightly darker ice blue hue. His ankh transforms into a fitted collar, with the ankh pendant itself dangles in the front of it.
Build: Athletic, fit
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 175lbs
There are, oddly enough, three forms that Judas embodies on any given day: His human shape, the shifted shape, and the last that he tends not to show unless absolutely needed.
Starting with the first, one would have a hard time denying that he isn't lovely - he stands close to 5' 11" tall, with a slender though athletic build that is kept in shape, as many have had the pleasure of seeing. His skin is the lightest of tans, capable of taking a golden olive hue should he allow himself to sun bathe frequently enough. Tattooed on his mid-section (just so happens to circle his belly button) is the symbol of Hades. A second tattoo sits between his shoulder-blades on his back, in the shape of a black jackal with golden eyes - he claims it is a tribute to his father. His hair is the darkest of raven blacks, always styled short and into a carefully ruffled mess that accents his sculpted face. His eyes are somewhat narrow, bearing an almost silvery blue shade that just barely clings to the azure side of things, though still somehow bringing broken glass to mind. His mouth is rarely seen not holding a gentle smirk, as if he was observing life from the outside and just happened to find it faintly amusing. Most days, he has just enough face fuzz to pull off the roguish, devil-may-care look that tends to drive most wild. His clothing leans towards the darker end of the spectrum, with his silver-colored ankh always being in almost full view.
The second form he takes is no less striking, though not quite as 'devilishly handsome' as his strictly human shape. His skin darkens ever so slightly, and even then darkens somewhat more so than that as it forms markings on his back, only seeming to make his tattoos stand out all the more. His ears take points to them and elongate to a degree, though none would mistake him for any sort of elvish being; delicate looking horns part his now black-and-navy streaked hair, while the normally bright whites of his eyes are always shrouded in the dark shade, only making the silver-and-ice blue swirled irises of his stand out noticeably. A peek under his full lips will reveal almost dainty fangs, though surely it would have to be the tail lashing behind him that stands out most - the dark navy fur on the almost feline looking tail is short enough to boast a velvet-like feel to it, while the very end of it bears a tip that could be compared to a jackal's wiry fur as a tuft, though it's oddly white as untouched snow.
Finally, we come to the last form, whom very few have seen. The first word that comes to mind is 'jackal', though he is much larger than any Terran jackal in most regards, easily reaching just under his normal humanoid height at the shoulder; his ears are a bit too large, his legs too long, and his frame more muscular. There's also the glint of intelligence that far exceeds a common animal, though whether he actually uses any of his brains is a good question. His fur is white as untouched snow, darkening subtly around his muzzle, back, and tail. Minute 'cracks' in the fur of a pale silvery-blue shade, making him look reminiscent to broken glass if one were to get close enough. Rather than the swirl of the colors one would be accustomed to seeing in his 'shifted' form, he displays a case of heterochromia, with his left eye being a burnished silver while the right bears a slightly darker ice blue hue. His ankh transforms into a fitted collar, with the ankh pendant itself dangles in the front of it.
Build: Athletic, fit
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 175lbs
:Personality:
If nothing else, this man has arrogance in abundance, with no easily noticeable moral code. He walks as if he's all that and a bag of skittles, isn't afraid to use you how he wants, and if you're especially lucky, he may stick around to chuckle about it. It's no secret that he can be bold and brash, coming off as a grade-A asshole, but he's completely honest about it, surprisingly. Oh yes, he will straight up tell you he's no good and the lowest of lows, but will murmur that amongst words so lovely you may just want him anyway. He's dangerous, but the worst part of it is that he knows it, flaunting his devil-may-care attitude without a care in the world.
None will argue that he can be an absolute dick, but despite this he still manages to be a charming one. He's remorseless of his treatment of others, putting himself first for just about everything, unless a situation moves him enough for him to take action. What's life without spicing it up just a bit? He knows things get much too tame when everyone goes about loving and hugging each other, though there's a secret ache deep inside that he will hide until his dying day that none have showed him such a kindness before. One can't help but love him, though, or at the very least brush him off with a Judas-will-be-Judas long-suffering sigh. Because really, he should be hated by nigh about anyone who meets him, but there's a certain charm to him that tends to make him more like the badboy one would rather impress. In all actuality, he's the bad influence you should run screaming from, but I digress.
Maybe it's the velvety voice, the silky words he uses, or the prickly sensation of danger he gives off, much like a coiled viper ready to strike, but there's just... Something that makes him endearing enough to stand in the face of logic that points in every direction but his. Despite how big of a jerk he can be with his snarky comments, he can be funny and honest, and perhaps just a tad bit gentle for those who truly need it from him. Those that receive this kinder than usual treatment are few and far between, as he typically is loathe to show any sort of slack in his attitude towards many, but this is actually born out of a deep, unknown to him, need. He has a need to be needed, to be wanted and cared about, that he doesn't quite recognize. This causes him to search far and wide, inspecting and sharply studying the reaction to those he comes across to see if any can handle his ego and sometimes monstrous mistreatment of them to see past it.
When they are unable to respond in a way he sees hope in, he will likely toss them aside and move on to the next person. Let it be known, however, that while he 'works' on them, they are his. He will never abandon what he considers his, almost leading to a possessive streak a mile wide, but that's just theinsecurities ego speaking. Trying to take what he considers his, however, will result in... Things. What sort of things, you ask?
Do you really want to find out?
Likes: tbd
Dislikes: tbd
Fears: tbd
If nothing else, this man has arrogance in abundance, with no easily noticeable moral code. He walks as if he's all that and a bag of skittles, isn't afraid to use you how he wants, and if you're especially lucky, he may stick around to chuckle about it. It's no secret that he can be bold and brash, coming off as a grade-A asshole, but he's completely honest about it, surprisingly. Oh yes, he will straight up tell you he's no good and the lowest of lows, but will murmur that amongst words so lovely you may just want him anyway. He's dangerous, but the worst part of it is that he knows it, flaunting his devil-may-care attitude without a care in the world.
None will argue that he can be an absolute dick, but despite this he still manages to be a charming one. He's remorseless of his treatment of others, putting himself first for just about everything, unless a situation moves him enough for him to take action. What's life without spicing it up just a bit? He knows things get much too tame when everyone goes about loving and hugging each other, though there's a secret ache deep inside that he will hide until his dying day that none have showed him such a kindness before. One can't help but love him, though, or at the very least brush him off with a Judas-will-be-Judas long-suffering sigh. Because really, he should be hated by nigh about anyone who meets him, but there's a certain charm to him that tends to make him more like the badboy one would rather impress. In all actuality, he's the bad influence you should run screaming from, but I digress.
Maybe it's the velvety voice, the silky words he uses, or the prickly sensation of danger he gives off, much like a coiled viper ready to strike, but there's just... Something that makes him endearing enough to stand in the face of logic that points in every direction but his. Despite how big of a jerk he can be with his snarky comments, he can be funny and honest, and perhaps just a tad bit gentle for those who truly need it from him. Those that receive this kinder than usual treatment are few and far between, as he typically is loathe to show any sort of slack in his attitude towards many, but this is actually born out of a deep, unknown to him, need. He has a need to be needed, to be wanted and cared about, that he doesn't quite recognize. This causes him to search far and wide, inspecting and sharply studying the reaction to those he comes across to see if any can handle his ego and sometimes monstrous mistreatment of them to see past it.
When they are unable to respond in a way he sees hope in, he will likely toss them aside and move on to the next person. Let it be known, however, that while he 'works' on them, they are his. He will never abandon what he considers his, almost leading to a possessive streak a mile wide, but that's just the
Do you really want to find out?
Likes: tbd
Dislikes: tbd
Fears: tbd
:History:
With the upbringing he had, it really is a wonder that Judas didn't turn out worse than he did; it all started back when Anubis graced the Earth with his presence, claiming a human form to walk among the Egyptians so as not to cause any alarm. In boredom, he passed by the street vendors, only to pause near a stall selling 'magic love potions'. It wasn't the wares that snared him, but rather the dark hair woman behind the stall itself. She had been lovely, and nigh irresistible, and he would eventually claim her as his own, even if for a short while. However, it would be a surprise to them both to learn that neither one was human, as they had thought; Samira was a Qarinah, otherwise known as a succubus, and had actually conceived a child from the God.
Rather than raising the child in the demon realm that she had originally come from, Samira chose instead to rear him in a home where several of her sisters also resided, teaching him the ways of his Incubus blood. Judas would never know of his father, not until several years later, though something changed in his short life that would warp the boy for the rest of his life. We will spare you the details, just know the poor demi-god suffered a sort of abuse that still haunts his dreams even after all these years. Despite being so careful as to bring Judas up to only trust in her and be loyal without fail, the boy would come to see that everything she'd ever told him about himself and his father had been a lie, and would ultimately kill his mother and her sisters, leaving their home to travel across Egypt in search of a better life.
Sadly, this all happened before he was even an older teen, so the then fourteen year old spent a couple years on the streets before being taken in by a stunningly handsome man with a curious shadow; the boy could almost swear that the man's shadow had a jackal head on it. 'Anu' would teach the young Judas all about the ancient gods and the importance of truth, eventually teaching him of his own father before revealing himself as the very being that sired him. Taking the boy under his wing so to speak, he would raise him to be a young adult, though he couldn't quite erase all that his mother had done to him. It was around this time that the demi-god decided it was time to strike out on his own once again, leaving the country to travel across Europe and finally ending up in the Americas for a short time.
That would be only his most recent reincarnation, however; being the son of a god has its perks at times, and with the help of his father, he was able to peer into his past lives, learning he'd once been a completely different species. There were distinct flashes of a girl with purple eyes, and many other odd creatures that spoke. He remembered being young, breaking through a shell and the chaos that ensued where he met said girl... His father informed him that he'd once been a dragon on another world, it seemed. So it was only fate that he would end up back on that strange world, spirited away in the middle of the night as he slept, and now for him to wander back to somewhere that seemed more like home than the Earth he'd just left behind...
Theme Song(s):
Break Your Heart by Taio Cruz
Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood
Judas by Lady Gaga