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Jude King [done]
Out of character information:
Name: Brad
Contact: Email: thisemptyroad@yahoo.com
In Character Information:
LONER
Avatar: Joaquin Phoenix
Name: Jude King
Alias: Kougar King
Age: 32
Family:
Christian King
- Son, age 8
- lives with grandmother
June King
- Mother, age 59
James Carson King
- Father, deceased
James Carson King Jr.
- Dirty bastard of a brother, age 37
Charlotte King
- Sister, age 24
Occupation: Hack of'a boxer/Enforcer
Weapons: 9mm Glock and his mits.
De*****ion: Jude King is an athlete. Has been all his life. But lately he hasn't payed to much attention to detail. His once washboard stomach has faded into what appears to be the outline of abdomen definition. Arms that used to be cut like diamonds have lost their special touch. However two rounds with Jude would still be enough for most men. His trademark nickname 'Kougar King' comes from his old look, a half shaven, hairy guy. Now you barely see him without a clean shaven face and hair slicked neatly back. However in and outside the ring he doesn't seem to be intimidating standing only five foot ten and wieging in at a middle-class one-hundred sixty pounds. But perhaps most defining of all is the scar that lays just above the Kougar's lip from a fight that got a little too rough. Along with that reminder Jude has some tattooes of from his prison time, celtic markings running on his left arm and down his shoulder to his back. Jude laughing calls it the "Plague". Jude dresses in style. Most of the time he wears black suits and ties with black tinted aviator sunglasses. If he's not in the ring wearing his signature black trunks, trimmed with gold, he always got some type of suit on. He prefers to look professional whereever he happens to be going. Although most of his suits are Goodwill, Salvation Army specials he stills makes it look good.
Personality: Jude is a rough and tough kind of guy. He isn't shy in the least bit, in fact if you can describe him in two words it would be blunt and brash. Jude is never afraid to say what he's thinking or to act on it. He has never, even since he was a child had a sense of modesty and in fact is extremely arrogant and for lack of better words a loud mouth. He always boasts about his accomplishments and is never to shy to brag about what little he's done. It's possible Jude brags about his accomplishments because he has done so little worth mention. Jude has a nonchalant outlook on life, basically saying if he can coast through and not die young then he's done what he needs to. Jude's philosophy is pretty much "if so, cool, if not that's cool too." He's never been one to complain about his lifestyle or his choices and usually never gripes anyway. He tends to be quite decisive, often to quick to decide getting himself in a lot of trouble. Some people see this as rude, but Jude always has an answer for people who call him rude: "Fuck off bub"
Sample Role-play:
Cold. It's bloody cold.
Jude King, washed-up boxer and all around prick steps out of his beaten Caddy, looking at the half painted red sides. The snow had reached the ground, just like that useless weatherman had predicted.
He finally got something right.
Black pants, shoes, shirt, and sport coat resting almost uncomfortably against Jude's body. His ribs felt broken. His face was a little bit bloody. He hocked some blood and saliva in his mouth and spit it into a snow pile just to his left as he walked toward Dee's. Hopefully there would be some more talent on display than there was the past few nights. Jude's entrance was toward the back, he knew several of the girls that worked at the Shame.
Small things here and there. Jude made connections everywhere.
He stood at the side entrance and lit a cigarette. He took in the sweet taste of the freshly lit nicotine. He walked in, immeadiatley surveying the crowd. Looking for any Mafia thugs, making sure he wasn't having to go through another scuffle tonight. He took another puff off the blood covered tip of his cig.
It's still damn cold. Forget it. I'll warm up.
He thought to himself as he made his way toward the dancers. Cowgirl, Dominatrix and a nurse lined up. The fourth made his stomach turn instantly.
Charlotte. His baby sister.
Jude clamped his lips over his cig and walked up to her table. Charley kept trying to kick some jackass off the table as he climbed up. Jude was really getting tired what his sister was doing for a living.
He walked up and grabbed the guy by his collar and slammed his head into the table. Jude took his cigarette and put it out on the back of the guy's neck. He hollered in pain and smacked away Jude's hand as he used his skin like an ashtray. He shoved the guy into his seat, a hand still wrapped tightly in his cheap suede jacket.
"Watch the show, bub. Don't touch." Jude said in a low, strong voice.
The jackass's friend held him back as he went to smash a full glass of burboun of Jude's head, spilling it over himself.
Jude, pissed, glared at Charley. She just grabbed her clothes and moved off stage making way for the next girl. Jude passed by a waitress and ordered a drink. He sat in a far left table near the door. When his Crown Royal and ginger ale get to his table he sucked it down and ordered two more.
He did the same with the last two watching the girls as they danced and thought about heading into Old Towne to find something to do after he left Dee's. Finishing off his drink he dropped a cigarette in the glass and walked out the way he came. His stomach turned over when he got outside. Not only was the jackass and his friend waiting outside, but so were three other guys. They jumped him at his car and beat him to a bloody pulp.
Why do I myself get into this..?
Wobbling to his feet, Jude spit out more blood and rubbed his ribs that hurt possibly ten times more than they did when he got to Dee's. He always screws himself over like this. Jude has never been one to lay back and take a beating like that, but he did for two good reasons. The first was the fact that he wasn't all that much of a boxer anyways, and the second was he had that one coming. After embarassing that guy and over reacting he deserved getting his ass kicked.
But the least that bastard coulda done was fight me one on one.
Jude pulled his beaten body into the wall and laid back against it. He lit another cig and took in a deep puff. The taste was alot different with a mouth full of blood. His face, bleed from what felt like three gashes and his stomach roared in pain every time he took a deep breath. His azure eyes, looked into the deep ebony night sky.
Damn it's cold out here....
Edited by: Empty Road at: 4/2/06 7:17 pm
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