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Judd Santos-Malone

"Patience is the greatest virtue there is."

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a character in “Tales from Fort Blackburn”, as played by Hammocker


Real Name: Judd Cezar Santos-Malone

Nickname/Codename/Alias: Formerly Dart

Allegiance: Currently independent, but maintaining connections with The Mavericks.

Gender: Male

Age: 48

Appearance: Judd is a broad and solid man, standing at about 6' 1". His face is squarish in its overall shape and well-defined. His eyes are fairly large as are his lips, and his cheeks are full, if somewhat angular. He has a tan skin tone, short chocolate brown hair, and dark brown eyes.

Personality: Judd is outgoing and amiable, often to a fault. He takes genuine interest in the lives of others, and makes an effort to make himself a comfortable presence to even complete strangers. There are only a few people Judd has ever met who he has not at least tried to like. His sense of altruism once led him to vigilantism, but now primarily manifests itself in a sense of hospitality and a honed paternal instinct. Judd is highly emotionally intelligent, and will usually act on his emotional instinct rather than his logical thought process. Though no longer with the Mavericks, he maintains a close relationship with several of the organization's newer recruits and does what he can to aid them in their goals.

Personal History: Judd was born in Pineland, a small city in Sabine County, Texas to a caucasian mother and a Brazilian father. While he struggled in school, understanding concepts at a slower pace than his peers, he easily made friends among his class. Around age eight, he picked up on his love for making food after an incident in which he made pancakes out of gelatin. From then on, much of his spare time not spent with friends was spent in the kitchen with his mother, and later by himself. Though he rarely saw his father as his work frequently called him away from home, Judd formed a close bond with his mother that remains to this day.

While he knew that he could take care of himself through natural strength alone, Judd started taking Capoeira classes around age 15. Judd found that he picked up the skill easily, to the point that he wondered if he could use it to the benefit of more people than just himself. At the time, however, he was unwilling to make use of his skill in Capoeira outside of ranked contests and self defense.

Judd left home to go off to Louisiana for his four years of college, keeping up with practicing his martial arts and staying in shape while also exponentially improving his skill in cooking. He earned a major in culinary arts and a minor in chemistry. Once he graduated, Judd returned to Pineland briefly before heading to Fort Blackburn, seeing the city as an opportunity to fulfill his hopes of owning his own restaurant.

Now living on his own with a job in the kitchen of a local restaurant, Judd finally decided to use his skill in Capoiera for the benefit of others by taking action against the crime in his city. He joined the Mavericks and proved to be a valuable asset not just for his martial arts, but also for his ability to boost morale through his kindly disposition.

Judd left the Mavericks around the time he was 30 to focus more on his career and the process of adopting a child. Showing himself to be a capable father proved to be too trying and too time-consuming to a task to keep his vigilante responsibilities. Often Judd feared that his vigilante work might discovered by the agency he was working with thus preventing him from completing the process. Fortunately, his fears were never realized, and finally, three years after beginning the process, Judd received his then two year old daughter, Dawn Shanice Malone.

Judd currently owns the Cachaça Cafe, a small restaurant in northeast Blackburn, and generally can be found managing its kitchen. The Cachaça has been through some rough spots in the past, but has taken up a good reputation in no small part because of Judd's continuous working toward a welcoming atmosphere and consistently exceptional service.

Powers, Weapons, Ect.: Judd is a practiced user of the martial art Capoeira and still occasionally meets with other capoeirists to spar. Considerable upper and lower body strength as well as excellent flexibility for someone of his age. A certified and experienced chef, Judd is more than capable managing a kitchen and has a vast knowledge of the preparation of food. Fluent in Portuguese in addition to English.

Weaknesses: Past his prime, Judd is neither as flexible nor as energetic as he once was. His stamina has dwindled over the years, and while he can still put up a fight, Judd can no longer handle prolonged combat nor taking on multiple attackers at a time. Judd will do anything to protect his daughter, a trait that is normally well-placed, but could potentially be abused by a less-than-well-meaning party if discovered.

Any additional information we should know: None that hasn't been mentioned.

So begins...

Judd Santos-Malone's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dylan Nelson Character Portrait: Zenith and Nadir le Fay Character Portrait: Jessica "Jay" Park Character Portrait: Richard "Rich" Cheswick Character Portrait: Friedrich Kravitz Character Portrait: Judd Santos-Malone Character Portrait: Alexander "Alex" Sanderson Character Portrait: Alice Meadows
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Judd Santos-Malone's restaurant was one of the more popular eateries in northeastern Fort Blackburn. Chattering crowds were a near-ubiquitous presence during opening hours, and it was not uncommon for lines to stretch straight out the front door and onto the pavement. So it felt a bit odd when, at half past seven in the morning, Alice opened the door to a Cachaça Cafe that was dimly lit, weirdly quiet, and completely devoid of patrons.
After taking a second to marvel at the contrast, she walked briskly past the empty receptionist's desk and made a sharp left into a narrow corridor. Sure enough, a faint glow spilled from the contours of the last door. This was the room in which the Mavericks usually convened—private and pleasantly spacious, with a big circular table that Alice was particularly fond of. It was all very Arthurian; Knights of the Round Table, they were, with Rich as their Arthur and Judd as their Merlin…

There was already a small gathering of people inside when Alice pushed open the door. "Good morning, friends," she said, a cheerful lilt to her tone that shouldn't have had the right to exist at seven in the morning. "Is everyone here yet?"

It was a little half past seven in the morning, when the voice of an overtly cheerful young woman calling out when she entered the room made Dylan raise his head up from where he was using his arms to rest on, and glared at the woman. It was his outright opinion that no ordinary person in their right mind would be this happy to be up this early, but he then remembered that the Mavericks were not your usual run-of-the-mill group of concerned citizens. Dylan knew full well he was going to feel it in the morning when he had to wake up to get to the meeting. If it was any other time and place and as long as not being a Maverick, he would have throttled the person who set this whole thing up. “Well I’m here.” He nodded to the woman when she asked the question if every Maverick was present for the meeting that was going to take place.

“Present and accounted for.” Alex groggily managed, his head laying upon the table as he tried not to succumb to a lack of sleep. Alex was used to sleeping in until noon, so when his phone blared and demanded he rise at 6:20 in the morning, he barely managed to stumble out the door with his pants on correctly. Conversely, Jay, who was beside Alex as usual, didn’t appear to be the least bit fazed by the early waking. She nodded when Alice asked of her presence, and gently pulled Alex’s head off the table by the back of his shirt collar, despite his meek protest.

"Hi." Fritz said quickly as Alice sauntered in. He had been averting the eyes of the other Mavericks and twitching his legs and fingers incessantly since he first sat down. He should have been sleeping this early, should have been groggy and sluggish, yet every muscle in his body screamed at him get up and move. Maybe it was just his adrenal gland overreacting to the unusual interruption of his sleep schedule, or maybe he was just nervous over being asked to attend one of the Mavericks' meetings, but Fritz knew that if the meeting did not go by fast then he might just burst from the excess energy.

Groaning in unison, the twins struggled to sit up and examine their surroundings. The party they'd thrown, while a success, left them with killer hangovers. One too many glasses of wine, not enough bread and water. Nadir picked up their phone, squinting against the bright screen to check their messages. The top three were from their Maverick coworkers wondering why they weren't at Judd's place for the meeting. They swore loudly, scrambling to get dressed and leave. In the car, Zenith and Nadir took turns steering and fixing their appearances so as to look presentable for their friends. Taking a second to stop and pick up pints of ice cream as a peace offering, the pair rushed to Judd's place. The wall clock inside stated that the time was 7:48, clicking in a very disapproving manner. They debated on making a flashy entrance, but decided against it as Rich probably wouldn't be too pleased with that. Instead they opted on quietly sweeping the room, leaving each member their respective pints and a spoon to enjoy them with and retired to a corner of the room to observe.

At his seat, Richard rested his chin in his palm, eyes occasionally flitting here and there to observe his allies. The news of an electrokinetic had replaced his ordinary morning state of peace with the constant buzzing of unwanted mentation. From what he had heard, Illicit drugs struck Richard as being especially cruel, often creating vicious cycles in users that would be profitable for the dealer, but Pink in particular not only would harm the user, but could easily cause the user to harm those around them. The more people hurt, the more horrible the transgression, as far as Richard was concerned. Nipping the drug's supply in the bud would be preferable.

He regarded the twins with a glance as they hurried in, carrying cartons of some sort, but paid them little heed. Even fifteen minutes late, at least they had showed up. Richard had been ready to start the meeting without them, and he could see no possible benefit from any of their team being absent.

”Now, with everyone accounted for, let's start the meeting.” He said, casting his gaze across the table, and meeting the eyes of each Maverick in turn. “What we know-” His tone remained level as he continued. “There is a street drug that causes sudden manic episodes, bolsters a user's power, and turns its users' mouths bright pink. There have been at least five users placed under arrest because of episodes brought on by this drug. Three of these were members of The Tigers. One of these is an electrokinetic who could have caused much more damage if Alex and Jessica had not intervened. We can gather from this information that The Tigers and likely other gangs have acquired and are perhaps the suppliers of this drug. In any case, what needs to happen is that whoever is supplying needs to be tracked down and stopped before anyone else is hurt.” Richard turned his impartial gaze to Alice. “Alice, I believe you can fill us in on some more details on the substance. You have the floor.”

Alice, who'd been delightedly examining her newly acquired pint of strawberry ice cream, blinked and looked up when her name was called.

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Richard," she said, putting down the carton and shrugging off her knapsack. "Thanks to the wonderful Jay"—she tossed a grin at the ex-Ranger, who was currently trying to pry Alex's dozing head off the table—"I was able to run a few tests. What we're dealing with is a very powerful, very fast-acting steroid and stimulant combined in one. Near immediate effects, lasting from around…hmm. An hour or so, I'd say. Two at most." After a bit of rummaging, she pulled out a battered notebook from her bag and flipped through a few pages. "Notably, the drug grants about a 10 to 20 percent boost. Non-discriminatory, meaning that both normal people and meta-humans will experience the same effects." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "It's similar to LSD, in some ways. Hallucinations, heightened sensory experience, severe fluctuations in emotion, altered sense of time. On the other hand, it's both highly unstable and highly addictive.

"But onto more practical matters," she continued, once again reaching into her bag. "How to track the drug? Well, with the help of a very special insect—"

The moth on her shoulder fluttered its wings proudly. Alice rolled her eyes, but couldn't quite suppress a smile. Bloody egoist.

"Not you, you twit," she said, and then held up a small object. Disc-shaped and ringed with air holes, the device also sported a transparent cover that revealed the movements of five parasitic wasps. "Meet Paris, who'll be helping us with our problem from now on. They've memorized the scent of Pink, and I've trained them to swarm in its presence. Like so..."

She placed the disc on the table for everyone to see. Sure enough, the five wasps had congregated to the center of the device. Alice waited for everyone to have caught a glimpse before removing yet another object from her knapsack: a plastic bag that held a small, pink cube.

"As you can see, they're very sensitive. We can take them along on patrols and such; I've made enough for everyone, as well as some that can be distributed to the police as well."

“So wait,” Alex interjected, now alert enough to attack the pint of ice cream that had been presented to him, “we each get our own batch of tracker hornets?” The prospect of playing God - or more accurately, Ladybird - with a horde of wasps sounded like an interesting idea on paper, but not everyone had a telekinetic mind linked with insects. “How do we know when they find Pink? And more importantly, how do we know they ain’t gonna sting us?”

“The man’s got a point.” Dylan agreed, as the notion of possibly being stung by one of Ladybird’s wasps wouldn‘t make him a happy camper. He looked down at the pint of ice cream that the Le Fay twins left for him; it was mint chocolate chip, which was his favorite flavor of the dessert. How the two had known what type of ice cream Dylan enjoyed, he would never know. “And another question. What happens if we manage to lose the wasp or they get killed?” Dylan wanted to know because if a wasp would sting him, he wouldn’t be opposed to vaporizing it.

Alice tilted her head quizzically. "Well, they'll mostly be staying inside the cases, so I don't believe they would be terribly bothersome to keep track of…oh, and you needn't worry about stinging. My Paris wasps aren't like yellow-jackets or paper wasps, you see; they're stinger-less.

"As for knowing when they find Pink," she continued, nodding at Alex, "they'll cluster at the center when they smell it. I know you can't tell at the moment, but if nothing's the matter then they'll just move about randomly."

"Ah okay, we won’t be lettin’ ‘em out of the containers then, gotcha.” Alex noted, polishing off more ice cream. He appreciated Alice’s assistance, but he wasn’t exactly intending to let her winged pals buzz around half the city.

From the back of the room, Zenith and Nadir cleared their throats, though only the elder brother spoke, as his counterpart was busy with a spoon in his mouth. "Excusez-nous, but what do we do once we 'ave found Pink? We 'ave not established a plan for this." Nadir "mmmed" in agreement, passing the pint of ice cream and spoon to his brother, though he deigned not to add anything.

“We’re tracking the drug as a means to an end.” Jessica answered the twins, having barely touched her pint of butter pecan. Her mind was too focused on the task at hand to bother. “Our first order of business is to locate suppliers. Once we interrogate dealers about their supply lines, we can begin to take apart this drug ring.”

“Oh, can I do the interrogating?” Alex chimed in, giving Jessica an almost expectant glance. Jessica sighed. He really did enjoy his Scarecrow act, didn’t he?

“Yes, Alex, you can do most of the interrogations.” She permitted. Alex gave a slight grin. “You’re the best.”

"Find the loose cable, follow it to the source." Dylan stated, more to himself than anything. He turned and spoke to Jay. "Where are we meeting for tonight?"

"Same as last night." She replied, barely facing the newbie. "Abandoned apartment complex on the end of Wright Street."

Richard took a moment to look around the table at each of the Mavericks, offering a chance for any final thoughts. When met with silence, he spoke again at last, "Then that's that. We find where this drug is coming from, and once we know, we shut it down. If you find anything, you let the rest of us know as soon as possible. I think we all know what's expected of us, so let's call our meeting to a close. If you have any questions still, though, feel free to ask me or Jessica." He turned to face the broad man who had remained nearby the table, silently observing, for the entirety of the meeting. "Thank you again, Judd, for allowing us to use your private room."

As his name was spoken, Judd's face lit up. The small formality Richard had made a tradition of never failed to brighten his mood. "It's my pleasure." He cast a warm gaze across the group gathered around the table. "It's good seeing you all again." His eyes fell on Dylan briefly and he added more quietly. "Nice to know that there's still new blood coming in."