Description
Jude is about 6'0 tall, avergae weight for a male at the age of 21, some what of an athletic body.
His eyes shine a hazel, golden like brown. His hair is cut short, just below his ears, his hair is a little rough.
He wears a some what dark red velvet over coat that reaches down just below his hips, with a white dress shirt on underneath, the cuffs of the dress shirt rolled out up over the cuff of his coat sleeve. His pants are a dark blue, denim like material.
Personality
Jude is a well rounded, nice guy. He's friendly towards people, generally doesn't like to hurt anyone. He's a polite person, down to earth type of guy. With all that being said, Jude does have a temper, rarely shown, but its there. When you first meet Jude you may notice he's a bit quiet, a little shy, but that goes away once he gets to know you.
Equipment
The only piece of equipment/weaponary that Jude carries is a sword that he keeps placed at his side. The sword was his fathers, and before that his fathers fathers and so forth.
History
Jude is from Liverpool England, he was born in London but at the early age of 2 he and his family migrated from London to take a spot in Liverpool with their family. While living in Liverpool Jude found it hard in the first few years of school in his new setting.... He wasn't well liked due to the fact that he was from London, and normally the citizens of London would look down on anyone else in the country, especially those from Liverpool and thats why Jude was disliked. He would then meet with his first friend, the first person to ever, outside his family, to give a second look, his name was Max.
Jude would later leave Liverpool for Russia where he lived for a 7 years, ever since, he's just been travelling all around, rarely staying anywhere for more than a year and half....
So begins...
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Well, this was interesting. One moment he was taking a bath in the kitchen sink, of course it was more him trying to wash the dishes in the sink and ended upo taking a bath anyway. And then kapoof, he was in a flower meadow. But he still had his scrub brush and his collar so he wasnt naked. that in and of itself was a good thing. For the moment
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Elanna Torres opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity. She didn't remember how she got here, and she didn't seem to know where she was at, drifting in an infinite void. She ran her hands on her body, the polished leather of her sam browne, and the sleek casing of her disruptor. She reached into a leather pouch, and clicked on a small LED flashlight, shining it into the void.
Heralding Rymesis examined the Void Dust carefully. He's run across it before...but her looked around at the vast emptiness. He knew not where he was, but remembered where he should have been. After many a millennia, there would not be a soul that could transport him without his will. So he was a bit expected, despite his old bones and indifference towards certain adventurous proclivities.
"Well, I suppose Gambit's is no more." For that is the last thing he remembers.
He knew it was time to have a little fun. The divine nature of him being where he was certainly screamed 'higher power'. So, He was sure that meant there were new places to explore and to people to help. Or at the very least, new worlds to explore and pupils to be had. Explorers always came a knocking whenever he stayed anywhere too long.
"Oh Ho! Time to move it!" Heralding exclaimed.
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."