Jude Anarach, Voudon Pacted
Status: Approved
Mod Notes: Jude is being brought in from another urban fantasy, OC only game with the majority of her history intact.
Player Name: Mish
Player LJ: noblesseoblige
Player Email: mish_S_mail@yahoo.com
AIM/YIM/etc.: blueyedmatador (AIM)
Character Name: Jude Anarach
Character Type: Human Voudon Pacted
Abilities:
Age: 25
Kinsey Rating: 2
Physical Appearance: Jude stands at five feet, nine inches tall, with milk pale skin and a scattering of freckles not atypical in a redhead. Her hair is the color of deoxygenated blood and falls in thick waves to her waist. With a frame naturally erring on the side of slender, she is quite lean and muscle tone is obvious. Jude's eyes are pale green and her expression falls into a natural scowl when she is not making the very concentrated effort of looking neutral.
She has a small collection of scars, the most notable a set of claw gouges curving from her right scapula to over her ribs and just under the right breast, a healed burn about the size of a hand on her left upper arm and roughly healed bite punctures circling her upper forearm.
There is a small black tattoo on either of her hip bones, on the left hip is Baron Samedi's veve, on the right hip, Ogoun's veve.
PB: Anna Lutoskin
Personality: She's usually pissed off at something or someone. Quick to anger, slow to forgive. She tends to alienate people before they can reject her. Growing up where she did made her tough and determined. Though her manner of speech is plenty low brow, often that's intentional and she can code shift to more proper grammar when the situation calls for it. The foul language is a bit more of a problem to get away from, however.
Jude is a loner and will flatly deny the need or want to be in the presence of others, yet she will attend ceremonies at the humfo and make an effort now and then to get together with colleagues. The isolation is something that was ingrained early on, being one of very few white folks in Cabrini Green, she grew content with being on her own. Especially since her goals of education and leaving the projects did not mesh at all with those of most around her. In work type situations, she's very even keel and calm. Almost to the point of eeriness.
Mostly because she enjoys hunting down and killing things.
Once she thought she was just doing her job and got on well with it because she knew the supes were parasites on humanity. After getting to know a few personally and being more honest with herself, she's realized that she does her job because it feeds the 'fix' of the hunt and the kill, the innate and uncaring predator that attracted Baron Samedi and Ogoun to her years and years ago. The Marshal Service and Executions keeps her in well defined boundaries that Jude will not violate. She considers being an agent of the government an integral part of her identity, even when her orders seem unfair or the party to be executed seems innocent, she will carry out her orders to the letter.
Jude is a heavy chainsmoker, though she's trying hard to cut down. She's at a half pack a day habit with the assistance of a various number of nicotine patches placed incongruously on her person. She drives a battered old army green Jeep Wrangler and a two year old Gixxer.
Her main companion is a black canis panther named Dog. He is trained in hand signals and basic commands, though more often than not seems to understand and actually appreciate what is going on around him. He can track uncannily and mostly stays to Jude's yard and house unless being taken on a walk. He eats raw vegetables mixed with organic tofu and the vast majority of the food in Jude's refrigerator is his.
History/Background:
Jude's mother, Alice, had been an outcast in her own life. Wealthy and white, she'd had an affinity with the dead that both embarrassed and horrified her family to the point of multiple attempts at exorcism. When the neighborhood pets still rose from their shallow graves, they tried one last thing, a voudon mambo. The family was uneasy with Alice's association with this poor (and sometimes they said black, but only in a whispered word behind closed doors) pagan religion. The last straw was Alice actually seeing a (again, that whispered word) voodoo man outside of religious ceremonies. Alice moved in with him him to the Cabrini Green projects and gave birth to a son. Eventually, he was incarcerated and killed in prison. One night soon after, the petro loa were riding a ceremony and turning the atmosphere distinctly sexual. A stranger, a man with red hair and dark eyes under the full weight of possession approached her and they had relations. The next day, he was gone. A few months later she realized her state of pregnancy. The nightmares she had were so awful, Alice repented and returned to Catholicism. And after the baby was born (Named after the patron saint of lost causes), Alice turned to whatever drug or drink she could afford.
Jude only ever knew her mother as the sloppy drunk or strung out late sleeper who would occasionally sell the one small television or their food stamps to get something when the high came down. Jayce, her older half brother tried to do for Jude, working as a lookout for the local dealers, doing a few break ins and petty thefts. They were close as she grew older, but he'd dropped out of school early on, so there was one place she had to fend for herself.
Growing up in the projects was bad enough, but growing up a scrawny white girl with red hair and freckles painted a rather large target on her back. While the threat of Jayce was enough to scare folks off at home, school was a different story and Jude learned learned early on to fight. Each year, she would pick out the toughest kid in her class and preemptively attempt to pound them into the playground sidewalk. It didn't always work out. At the ripe age of ten, she confronted her latest target, a girl with at least a foot of height and sixty pounds on her. It was a losing fight and Jude could feel her anger, almost a tangible thing and gathered it up, pushing it out as a call to anyone who was listening to help her.
Baron Samedi answered that call and Jude rarely had to pick a fight after that.
Once the girl's boils went away, the local mambo of the Cabrini humfo took her into the hunsi and began teaching her. It's a rare thing, of course, the loa developing that early affinity with a person, especially a petro loa, and Jude only understood in later years it was a tell of her personality. Because of talent and affinity with the loa, Jude was eventually a candidate for mambo, but passed over by Damballah. It wasn't a large upset, she had very little in the way benevolent talent and her patron loa tended to be of a more base nature.
At age sixteen, her brother went to New York to try and seek his fortune working for the Master of New York City and hoped to eventually become a vampire. After all, you've never seen a poor vampire, have you? He got very little but a position of knee breaker and eventually agree to take the fall for some minor charges that would have had a vampire killed, but a human imprisoned for a few years. This is where Jude's loathing of supes developed.
She studied hard through high school, knowing an education was her only way to advance her future, and won a scholarship to the University of Chicago. Her mother died halfway through her sophomore year of Korsokoff's Syndrome. Near the end, Alice had cleaned up a little and even took a steady job. She received a small life insurance payout that was promptly invested for both herself and her brother (once he got out of jail).
After a major in Religious Studies and Preternatural Biology, she was recruited to join the Marshal Program. For three years she lived in New Orleans and worked on body trafficking crimes while apprenticing to Execute. After finishing, she moved back to Chicago for a year, bought a house, and spent her weekends and free time restoring it. Her hate on for supes mellowed somewhat in that year as she met some in positive circumstances and eventually became more honest with herself about her own trafficking with the supernatural as well as those dark urges that found productive outlet through her job.
After that first year, she was offered a small promotion which entailed a move to San Francisco. She accepted, sold her house at a good profit and moved.
RP Sample:
It was late evening and she couldn't see the large shadow looming on her porch from the street- a large brick fence and electric gate blocked the small sliver (the real estate agent had called it a courtyard and could only offer a tight smile at what Jude chose to call it) of front yard and the front of the narrow row house. The privacy gate was a plus until she could have the mambo of the city come lay wards into a thin layer of concrete throughout the rooms of the house, both legitimately evening the floors and setting in bone deep protection throughout the place. Pulling into the driveway, she shut the gate and killed the engine on the ten year old, army green Jeep. Slinging her workout bag over her shoulder, Jude headed from driveway to porch via the narrow sidewalk.
The shadow waited patiently for Jude to cross those scant ten feet before rising and seeming to step out from that darkness. A large pink tongue lolled from between sharp canines though the eyes were almost reproachful at her tardiness in coming home. Jude reached out with her free hand to stroke the soft black fur of the large dog's ears. He was more a four legged tank than anything, head coming to her waist, thickly muscled under that sleek fur. Her hand dropped and her fingers spread slightly, he noticed immediately and padded to the door, shouldering it open. One habit she didn't have to worry about giving up. They both stepped over the orange-red brick dust thickly applied in front of the threshold of the door and under the cold forged horseshoe hung with a silver nail.
Jude shut the door behind them and did lock it for now, dropping her bag on one of the many unpacked boxes in the foyer as she passed through the hall towards the center of the house. Dog followed, nails clicking on the scarred Pergo flooring, but stopped when Jude came to the basement door, sitting to play sentry. The door locked from the inside, but she didn't bother with that, reaching for the lighter in her pocket, flicking it, and setting flame to the wick of a thick candle resting in the alcove by the door. Though the light was dim, it illuminated the dark stairs and newly lain wooden floor. White and red chalk highlighted freshly carved veve in that wood that centered around a long thick pole in the center of the basement room running from floor to ceiling, very old and carved with veve from more than one hand. There was a weight to this room, a thick presence that didn't exist when the real estate had shown Jude the house but made her more comfortable here for it now.
She kept walking, past the pole, over the veve to a medium sized altar made of crude drift wood and hand forged nails. The lighter flared again and she lit the wicks of two more candles, first red, then black, thin tapers balanced on a yellowed human skull carved with the Baron's veve. A small black box sat to the back of the altar and from it, she removed a hand rolled cigar, placing it on a tarnished brass plate before the skull. "Carrefour tinindingue, mi haute, mi base. One more night, refuse to dig my grave." It was like a breath released in the room, the candles flared, then snuffed, paper white smoke curling up towards the ceiling, but dissipating before reaching it. The end of the cigar flared to life.
The skeletal hand brushed lightly over her own, urging her fingers to close on the end of the cigar, to bring it to her lips and inhale the strong tobacco smoke. Whether the hand was corporeal or not, real or not, made no difference. They were real and always there, the Baron and Ogoun. Mostly silent, but sometimes whispering as though next to her ear. Jude didn't mind. The company was useful, if not always pleasant. She exhaled over her shoulder and the smoke curled out, but disappeared entirely only inches from her mouth.
Mwe refize a fouye ou grav. The black inked skin on her left hip tingled as that nasal voice whispered in tobacco scented breath against her ear.
She inclined her head with a half smile and replied, "Mwe respecte Baron Samedi." And that still, but tenuously manifested presence receded back. Jude replaced the cigar on the brass plate, where it continued to smoulder, cherry flaring now and then.
Mod Notes: Jude is being brought in from another urban fantasy, OC only game with the majority of her history intact.
Player Name: Mish
Player LJ: noblesseoblige
Player Email: mish_S_mail@yahoo.com
AIM/YIM/etc.: blueyedmatador (AIM)
Character Name: Jude Anarach
Character Type: Human Voudon Pacted
Abilities:
Voudon Powers: Curse by Proximity, Curse by Demand, Conjure of Sacrifice, Curse Breaking by Reversal, Imbue Object, Familiar, Pact with Baron Samedi, Pact with Ogoun.
Mundane Abilities: Firearms, Krav Maga, Close combat knife (not thrown), Marshal Service trained, speaks Haitian Creole fluently and passable French. Age: 25
Kinsey Rating: 2
Physical Appearance: Jude stands at five feet, nine inches tall, with milk pale skin and a scattering of freckles not atypical in a redhead. Her hair is the color of deoxygenated blood and falls in thick waves to her waist. With a frame naturally erring on the side of slender, she is quite lean and muscle tone is obvious. Jude's eyes are pale green and her expression falls into a natural scowl when she is not making the very concentrated effort of looking neutral.
She has a small collection of scars, the most notable a set of claw gouges curving from her right scapula to over her ribs and just under the right breast, a healed burn about the size of a hand on her left upper arm and roughly healed bite punctures circling her upper forearm.
There is a small black tattoo on either of her hip bones, on the left hip is Baron Samedi's veve, on the right hip, Ogoun's veve.
PB: Anna Lutoskin
Personality: She's usually pissed off at something or someone. Quick to anger, slow to forgive. She tends to alienate people before they can reject her. Growing up where she did made her tough and determined. Though her manner of speech is plenty low brow, often that's intentional and she can code shift to more proper grammar when the situation calls for it. The foul language is a bit more of a problem to get away from, however.
Jude is a loner and will flatly deny the need or want to be in the presence of others, yet she will attend ceremonies at the humfo and make an effort now and then to get together with colleagues. The isolation is something that was ingrained early on, being one of very few white folks in Cabrini Green, she grew content with being on her own. Especially since her goals of education and leaving the projects did not mesh at all with those of most around her. In work type situations, she's very even keel and calm. Almost to the point of eeriness.
Mostly because she enjoys hunting down and killing things.
Once she thought she was just doing her job and got on well with it because she knew the supes were parasites on humanity. After getting to know a few personally and being more honest with herself, she's realized that she does her job because it feeds the 'fix' of the hunt and the kill, the innate and uncaring predator that attracted Baron Samedi and Ogoun to her years and years ago. The Marshal Service and Executions keeps her in well defined boundaries that Jude will not violate. She considers being an agent of the government an integral part of her identity, even when her orders seem unfair or the party to be executed seems innocent, she will carry out her orders to the letter.
Jude is a heavy chainsmoker, though she's trying hard to cut down. She's at a half pack a day habit with the assistance of a various number of nicotine patches placed incongruously on her person. She drives a battered old army green Jeep Wrangler and a two year old Gixxer.
Her main companion is a black canis panther named Dog. He is trained in hand signals and basic commands, though more often than not seems to understand and actually appreciate what is going on around him. He can track uncannily and mostly stays to Jude's yard and house unless being taken on a walk. He eats raw vegetables mixed with organic tofu and the vast majority of the food in Jude's refrigerator is his.
History/Background:
Jude's mother, Alice, had been an outcast in her own life. Wealthy and white, she'd had an affinity with the dead that both embarrassed and horrified her family to the point of multiple attempts at exorcism. When the neighborhood pets still rose from their shallow graves, they tried one last thing, a voudon mambo. The family was uneasy with Alice's association with this poor (and sometimes they said black, but only in a whispered word behind closed doors) pagan religion. The last straw was Alice actually seeing a (again, that whispered word) voodoo man outside of religious ceremonies. Alice moved in with him him to the Cabrini Green projects and gave birth to a son. Eventually, he was incarcerated and killed in prison. One night soon after, the petro loa were riding a ceremony and turning the atmosphere distinctly sexual. A stranger, a man with red hair and dark eyes under the full weight of possession approached her and they had relations. The next day, he was gone. A few months later she realized her state of pregnancy. The nightmares she had were so awful, Alice repented and returned to Catholicism. And after the baby was born (Named after the patron saint of lost causes), Alice turned to whatever drug or drink she could afford.
Jude only ever knew her mother as the sloppy drunk or strung out late sleeper who would occasionally sell the one small television or their food stamps to get something when the high came down. Jayce, her older half brother tried to do for Jude, working as a lookout for the local dealers, doing a few break ins and petty thefts. They were close as she grew older, but he'd dropped out of school early on, so there was one place she had to fend for herself.
Growing up in the projects was bad enough, but growing up a scrawny white girl with red hair and freckles painted a rather large target on her back. While the threat of Jayce was enough to scare folks off at home, school was a different story and Jude learned learned early on to fight. Each year, she would pick out the toughest kid in her class and preemptively attempt to pound them into the playground sidewalk. It didn't always work out. At the ripe age of ten, she confronted her latest target, a girl with at least a foot of height and sixty pounds on her. It was a losing fight and Jude could feel her anger, almost a tangible thing and gathered it up, pushing it out as a call to anyone who was listening to help her.
Baron Samedi answered that call and Jude rarely had to pick a fight after that.
Once the girl's boils went away, the local mambo of the Cabrini humfo took her into the hunsi and began teaching her. It's a rare thing, of course, the loa developing that early affinity with a person, especially a petro loa, and Jude only understood in later years it was a tell of her personality. Because of talent and affinity with the loa, Jude was eventually a candidate for mambo, but passed over by Damballah. It wasn't a large upset, she had very little in the way benevolent talent and her patron loa tended to be of a more base nature.
At age sixteen, her brother went to New York to try and seek his fortune working for the Master of New York City and hoped to eventually become a vampire. After all, you've never seen a poor vampire, have you? He got very little but a position of knee breaker and eventually agree to take the fall for some minor charges that would have had a vampire killed, but a human imprisoned for a few years. This is where Jude's loathing of supes developed.
She studied hard through high school, knowing an education was her only way to advance her future, and won a scholarship to the University of Chicago. Her mother died halfway through her sophomore year of Korsokoff's Syndrome. Near the end, Alice had cleaned up a little and even took a steady job. She received a small life insurance payout that was promptly invested for both herself and her brother (once he got out of jail).
After a major in Religious Studies and Preternatural Biology, she was recruited to join the Marshal Program. For three years she lived in New Orleans and worked on body trafficking crimes while apprenticing to Execute. After finishing, she moved back to Chicago for a year, bought a house, and spent her weekends and free time restoring it. Her hate on for supes mellowed somewhat in that year as she met some in positive circumstances and eventually became more honest with herself about her own trafficking with the supernatural as well as those dark urges that found productive outlet through her job.
After that first year, she was offered a small promotion which entailed a move to San Francisco. She accepted, sold her house at a good profit and moved.
RP Sample:
It was late evening and she couldn't see the large shadow looming on her porch from the street- a large brick fence and electric gate blocked the small sliver (the real estate agent had called it a courtyard and could only offer a tight smile at what Jude chose to call it) of front yard and the front of the narrow row house. The privacy gate was a plus until she could have the mambo of the city come lay wards into a thin layer of concrete throughout the rooms of the house, both legitimately evening the floors and setting in bone deep protection throughout the place. Pulling into the driveway, she shut the gate and killed the engine on the ten year old, army green Jeep. Slinging her workout bag over her shoulder, Jude headed from driveway to porch via the narrow sidewalk.
The shadow waited patiently for Jude to cross those scant ten feet before rising and seeming to step out from that darkness. A large pink tongue lolled from between sharp canines though the eyes were almost reproachful at her tardiness in coming home. Jude reached out with her free hand to stroke the soft black fur of the large dog's ears. He was more a four legged tank than anything, head coming to her waist, thickly muscled under that sleek fur. Her hand dropped and her fingers spread slightly, he noticed immediately and padded to the door, shouldering it open. One habit she didn't have to worry about giving up. They both stepped over the orange-red brick dust thickly applied in front of the threshold of the door and under the cold forged horseshoe hung with a silver nail.
Jude shut the door behind them and did lock it for now, dropping her bag on one of the many unpacked boxes in the foyer as she passed through the hall towards the center of the house. Dog followed, nails clicking on the scarred Pergo flooring, but stopped when Jude came to the basement door, sitting to play sentry. The door locked from the inside, but she didn't bother with that, reaching for the lighter in her pocket, flicking it, and setting flame to the wick of a thick candle resting in the alcove by the door. Though the light was dim, it illuminated the dark stairs and newly lain wooden floor. White and red chalk highlighted freshly carved veve in that wood that centered around a long thick pole in the center of the basement room running from floor to ceiling, very old and carved with veve from more than one hand. There was a weight to this room, a thick presence that didn't exist when the real estate had shown Jude the house but made her more comfortable here for it now.
She kept walking, past the pole, over the veve to a medium sized altar made of crude drift wood and hand forged nails. The lighter flared again and she lit the wicks of two more candles, first red, then black, thin tapers balanced on a yellowed human skull carved with the Baron's veve. A small black box sat to the back of the altar and from it, she removed a hand rolled cigar, placing it on a tarnished brass plate before the skull. "Carrefour tinindingue, mi haute, mi base. One more night, refuse to dig my grave." It was like a breath released in the room, the candles flared, then snuffed, paper white smoke curling up towards the ceiling, but dissipating before reaching it. The end of the cigar flared to life.
The skeletal hand brushed lightly over her own, urging her fingers to close on the end of the cigar, to bring it to her lips and inhale the strong tobacco smoke. Whether the hand was corporeal or not, real or not, made no difference. They were real and always there, the Baron and Ogoun. Mostly silent, but sometimes whispering as though next to her ear. Jude didn't mind. The company was useful, if not always pleasant. She exhaled over her shoulder and the smoke curled out, but disappeared entirely only inches from her mouth.
Mwe refize a fouye ou grav. The black inked skin on her left hip tingled as that nasal voice whispered in tobacco scented breath against her ear.
She inclined her head with a half smile and replied, "Mwe respecte Baron Samedi." And that still, but tenuously manifested presence receded back. Jude replaced the cigar on the brass plate, where it continued to smoulder, cherry flaring now and then.