Name: Lewis Judex Stockton
Nickname: The Judge
Gender: Male, Straight
Race: White, Terran Nationality
Age: 28 years old

Appearance
Height: 6’ 5”
Weight: 198 lbs (234 lbs armored)
Hair: dark gray hair, buzz cut.
Skin: Lighter skin tone, may be slightly tanned
Distinguishing marks: Inch-long scar in the center of the forehead, small scars across the arms and shoulders, large scars across upper torso. Faded burn marks across back. Additionally, tattoos in the shape of solid black crosses, one on each of his shoulders, and a larger one along his back.
Eyes: Olive, pale green.
Clothing: Usually wearing light-colored T-Shirts and jeans, or shorts if fair weather or running. General leaning towards casual clothing, partially for comfort and anonymity.

Personality
Temperament: This character is decidedly nonsocial, and very introverted. They have few ambitions, and keep them quiet. They are very stoic, usually not portraying emotions unless in private.
Moral/Ethical Beliefs: Believes in morality, primarily towards honesty, but also maintains secrets that he’s not afraid to lie about. Has nearly no qualms about killing or causing harm, but maintains it to a strictly almost businesslike sense, with no (perceivable) emotional attachment. Is open to reason, but doesn’t usually reason with people he views as opponents, preferring to strike first and strike hard.
Religious beliefs: Believes in a Christian god, but also feels so decidedly separate from salvation that he sees no point in acknowledging anything.
Political stance: Holds a decidedly reserved political opinion, holding that if he’s left alone he doesn’t care what’s going on.
Hobbies: “The Hobby,” the word deeply ingrained in him as the silent name for his vigilante behavior, is his primary pastime. He takes part in reading and journaling as well, and spends decent amounts of time in a workshop he calls the Forge, usually crafting implements to be used in the hobby.
Habits: Obsessive maintenance of implements he’s using, such as blades or firearms. Has a slight twitch of the hands when nervous, which he does his best to control by tensing his hands into fists.
Quirks: Gets very quiet when around groups of people he’s not comfortable with or hasn’t assessed, and often simply leaves places when he feels as though there’s too many people around. Intensely paranoid of being found out as the Judge, and will refuse to remove his armor in the presence of another person or be seen anywhere near somebody who has seen him in the armor. Rather socially awkward outside of the armor, as he usually relies on it for confidence, he occasionally stumbles over words or simply stops speaking.
Likes: Quiet, peaceful places and writing. Being at home or at the forge. Reading a variety of nonfiction or fiction books. Natural environments and forests, and takes time to visit the Wing City Gardens.
Dislikes: Consumer media. Strong hatred for undead and for criminals, emphasis on wanton murderers or predation (something he finds himself guilty of, but doesn't think about). Chaotic environments and loud or obnoxious people.
Fears: Fear of darkness, which he conceals well. General mild social anxiety relating to unfamiliar people. Crippling fear of being unprepared, leading to paranoia.
Strengths: Very physically strong and has a high level of endurance. Very tolerant to pain. Proficient in the use of bladed or blunt weapons and firearms. Handles dangerous situations well, usually with careful analysis. Very organized train of thought, excellent memory.
Weaknesses: Due to teleportation being the main system of combat interaction or travel, he can be drained of energy the faster he uses it. (OOC this is about after ~5-6 uses. He prefers to engage on-foot, but utilizes opportunities when necessary.) Very poor handling of diplomatic issues or high-class environments outside of strictly transactional goals and relationships. Physically, he pushes himself to the absolute limit through combat when necessary, but prefers to keep things quiet and quick.
Short-term goals: Primarily keeping his job, due to his extended number of ‘outings’ beginning to eat into the time he has to work. Current goals are mostly reconnaissance of criminal and supernatural havens to assault.
Long-term goals: Lewis is struggling with the idea of what he does, so doesn’t have a plan beyond concealing the outings as the Judge and continuing to do what he’s doing. He feels ultimately directionless.
Hopes/Aspirations: Quietly dreams for a reason to stop the vigilante activity, but has to force himself to continue, rationalizing it as he’s in too deep to climb out. Wishes for greater fulfillment than just silently standing by and watching his life fly by.
Occupation: His legal occupation is that of a construction worker, allowing him more time in-between jobs to work on the hobby. He puts in hours of time working, usually using it as time to silently rationalize what he’s been doing. Works specifically as a light machine operator, usually with jackhammers or simpler equipment.
Skills: Very skilled in close-range combat with bladed and blunt objects. Decent capability in firearms use. Specializes in nonlethal engagement but usually roughly improvises to kill. Very capable of movement in armor. Also a quality weaponsmith and engineer, as he designed and built his armor, a product of extended time and effort and is constantly being improved. Self-taught in silent takedowns, and documents everything about his engagements with his targets with meticulous detail, theorizing improvements and executing the most likely ones to succeed. Careful planner, exact executor.
Secrets: Has never revealed the motivation behind his vigilante action, primarily because he’s never let anybody know that he’s the Judge, yet another secret.


Gear
(Vigilante Activity):
Always has:
“The Judge” armor, combat knives (3), throwing knives (6, three of which are “warp knives”), .45 ACP handgun (M1911, quantity of 1), several concealed handguns (~3-4), hatchet (1), machete (1), backpack (1) containing rough dozen melee weapons (usually knives or hatchets, occasional blunt weapon), threaded suppressors (2), field notebook (1), pens (3), canteen (2, contains 2 liters water), several protein bars (~6-8), up to eight scrolls of teleportation. Usually has concealing emblems etched into his armor at the back of the neck plate, preventing basic detection.

Sometimes has: Large variety of long guns, mostly infantry or battle rifles with a variety across civilizations in the MV. (Total number is upwards of 50, usually seized from criminal possession after conflict. Hidden in stashes across areas of interest or stored in The Forge.) Several SMGs or machine pistols, rough number ~20, hidden in similar locations. 9 shotguns, including the favored Gen-12 magazine-fed, which has been modified to allow for automatic fire and suppressed. Three anti-armor weapons (one anti-material rifle, one 3D-printed light rocket launcher, disruptor rifle). Large amassment of bladed and hard-blunt force weapons, primarily hand-forged or purchased weapons as well as a large variety of “seized” implements.

Gear (Plainclothes Activity)
Always has: Small sheath knife. Wears a black analog-faced watch. If in public places, will often concealed-carry a .357 snub nosed revolver, depending on setting. Leather-bound journal.

Sometimes has: A backpack with an urban version of the field notebook and several food items, as well as a water bottle. May carry binoculars if surveying from a distance, or wear a light protective vest underneath his clothing. May carry a “reverse” teleport scroll, one that he uses to bring an item to him, such as the aforementioned revolver.


Events and History

Recent notable events:
Had a brief excursion out to the Cursed Wood to test an individual named Ulrich Paternosta, resulting in several interactions with denizens of the area and a Deep 17 operative. After engaging in non-facilitated conflict and pushing himself to his mental and physical limits through repeat abuse of teleportation, he retreated home using a scroll and left behind a large stash of weapons, learning that he can overtax himself with magic.


Backstory:
Lewis shared a quality life with his family, consisting of his parents and younger brother, until he joined up with a security group centered around preserving areas and businesses during one of Wing City’s many disasters. After slowly climbing the ranks in the security group, known as RUST, he eventually made it into a full-time job. By the age of 23, he was fully independent, working with the security group 24/7. When his parents died the same year, traveling across the continent, he was left with his brother, who he slowly brought into RUST.
The work he had with RUST held him in place, and when his brother died during a riot while serving in a separate area from Lewis, he quit his job and began to live off of the money he had saved, spending almost all of his time at home for around 2 years. During that period, he developed an obsession with discovering those accountable for the death of his family, and worked for minor mercenary contractors to perform mostly surveillance or “security” jobs, all the while earning money to slowly build his retribution.
He never was able to find who was accountable for any of the things that caused him his suffering, but he began to take it out on those as he saw equal to the murderers and thieves he witnessed destroy his family.
Realizing what killed his parents through a slow gathering of information, he slowly began to take out his anger on the undead who lived on Terra. Anything from breaking into houses and menacing people to outright killing undead was possible, and he did it.

So far, it’s been three non-stop years of vengeful action dispersed among time spent living the plainest life he can palate, leading to perhaps the most stress he’s ever gone through, especially moving into the events of IC.