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Lewis Stockton

"Such is life." - The Judge

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Joseph_Bennett

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Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cMXaHkEtFdt15FSPPFPXR4b8bN31mciKjrlno6a8u-g/edit

Description

Immortality is said to be a blessing and a curse. I am the curse.


Personality
The Judge is a creation of the man known as Lewis Stockton, a way to dissociate from the actions that he commits when he puts on the armor. While Lewis Stockton, in private, is a quiet and noticeably solitary and reserved man, the Judge is quite the opposite. While still reserved, the Judge is much more lethal in behavior, analytical, and motivated to do harm to those that oppose him.
Lewis, however, is an emotionally broken person. He doesn't speak much, and reserves emotions for his journal and private thoughts. He seems to be a loner, naturally seeking out privacy and a quiet lifestyle, which can be detrimental to his mental health. He questions what he does as the Judge, unsure if he should stop.
Motivation
The Judge, the mindset Stockton forces himself into, is a personal embodiment of cold hatred. Calculating, thoughtful, and undeniably lethal, the Judge is motivated by a personal will to eradicate any criminal or unnatural presence on Terra, with a penchant for vampiric individuals or creatures especially, and a smaller, more focused hatred towards the criminal underworld.
"You lose."
Lewis Stockton, however, is motivated to keep a home life separate from the remainder of his violent persona in The Judge. He does his best to avoid undead outside of his hunting hobby, and is surprisingly good at contributing. He assists heavily in the various communities he's a part of, many of which located in populated areas local to Wing City. In order to distance himself both emotionally and physically from the things he does as the Judge, he participates in public events and many community service activities, and is a known member of several groups, such as the "Clean Up Wing City" movement, and holds a job as a construction worker, which, in his own private thoughts, don't do much to help the recollections of violence he experiences.

Description
Stockton is physically impressive, standing at just around six feet tall, and is around 28 years of age. As the Judge, he weighs in at around 220 pounds, with an additional fifty pounds of Kevlar plate armor. He's muscular, which is hard to tell underneath the armor. He can be seen wearing an armored mask, a plain, flat covering with two holes for eyes and an indenture where the forehead is that has the number 43 on it, symbolizing the number of times he's had to replace it, the mask being the most tempting target for enemies despite it's ballistic soundness.
If anyone were to see him underneath the armor, they would see a generally muscular man, Caucasian, with near-white blond hair with several gray streaks in a uniformly cut manner. His eyes are a darker shade of grey. He's covered in a wide collection of small scars, several healed burns in jagged patterns across his arms, and an inch-long vertical scar, turned white with age in the center of his forehead, which is slightly difficult to notice. He has a distinct method of speech which sounds slightly monotone when addressing people as the Judge, and more expressive when in company he's comfortable with.
He has three tattoos, two of which are on his shoulders, and one large one spanning the entirety of his back, plain black crosses that match up with the corresponding silver markings on his armor. His armor itself is very personalized, with an assortment of pockets in between the plates. The armor itself heavily resembles that of a medieval knight, but a flat olive color and made of the aforementioned Kevlar and tungsten plates and is designed to be impenetrable from bites and scratches, and has been tested against high-impact firearms rounds. The armor itself is covered in 105 scratches of uniform length, drawn onto the armor across most of the upper torso and arms. He wears combat boots with a mixed rubber sole, allowing for his heavily armored body to step lightly through areas covered with leaves and detritus. He designed the suit himself, and is very proud of his ability as a tailor in his private life.
Outside of his 'hobby,' Lewis Stockton usually can be seen wearing a jacket and light T-shirt, but there is a primary trend of deep blues or olive-green shirts. He also can be seen concealed carrying a .45 handgun, if he were to be investigated closely.

Belongings
The Judge carries a wide variety of weapons and medical implements, the latter being both magical and physical. There's a common trend of weapons being coated in a flat black paint, called Cerakote, that's specially designed to be as non-reflective as possible and very hard to see in dark without some form of NVGs or dark-sight, the former being something he relies on rather heavily.
He carries a large variety of weapons, relying on hidden stashes across areas he frequents to access them, as he prefers to travel light as the Judge. He can be seen carrying a .45 handgun basically everywhere he goes while out on ventures, as well as a large variety of other handguns, including several concealed-carry versions that he keeps in various hidden pockets along his armor.
He carries a large number of knives, upwards of two dozen, and often has at least four throwing knives on his person. He carries a hatchet and a machete at either end of his belt and is deftly trained in using either, his strength lending usefulness to his ability.
He carries a variety of larger firearms as well, including a .50 BMG single-shot rifle, which is rather heavy and he doesn't care for carrying on his person for extended periods, often simply ditching it and coming back to get it later. He owns several automatic rifles, including an AK-12 equipped with a silencer and ACOG sight that he takes great care to clean and care for. He also owns a recovered Aschen Disruptor, but severely dislikes using it as the sound it makes is very distinct and the ammunition it uses is near-impossible to come across, despite the power output it has. He hand-makes most of the ammunition he uses, spending a large amount of the money he makes on silver to plate steel-cored bullets with and the materials used to machine suppressors and blades.
His most commonly used ranged weapon is a bow, the draw weight being impressive 200 pounds, capable of punching through most armored skin if given a proper projectile. He finds it awkward to carry anywhere with his hands, so if he feels he's going to get into a situation where he'll need to take on multiple targets he will simply hide it and mark its location on his GPS.
If he does have to go into loud conflict, he's equipped with a Kalashnikov KHAOS-12, a semiautomatic mag-fed shotgun in 12 gauge. It's often loaded with 00 buckshot, but he has several different shells he keeps on his person, including a box of flashbang rounds and slugs. A Micro-Uzi is his backup weapon in case of these conflicts, loaded with 9mm hollowpoint silver bullets, which he had to craft himself.

Some of his notable personal belongings include a journal, which he takes great care to remain hidden on his person as he goes out into the field. It contains a large collection of thoughts that he's had over periods of time, and is painstakingly crafted, seemingly by his own hands.
Methods
Stockton, due to time served in a security group known as RUST, is very skilled in urban combat settings and silent takedowns. He's not an exceptionally violent person, but can't seem to stop. His armor allows for greater endurance of decisive or lethal attacks on his person, and is adept at performing in it. He chooses to disable opponents and then execute them, building slowly in brutality as challenges get more difficult and he begins to lose control, deciding that decisive behavior takes key.

Backstory
The backstory of this character is rather long and best delivered in a story format, which I'm in the process of working. I don't think it will ever be posted here, on this site, but I've chosen to allow access to it through this link (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Gxq ... sp=sharing)
I think I'm doing a better job of fleshing out this character's motivations and connections with himself, hopefully establishing something that works out better. Hope to see some of you reading it.

So begins...

Lewis Stockton's Story

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Lewis checks his watch. He's an odd figure, standing in this spaceport, but then again, when were there not odd figures in a spaceport? His mission may be odd, though. He's here to hunt vampires, of all things. The cross-shaped patches sewn into his shoulders glint silver as he turns, and he looks at the digital clock on the wall to sync his watch up to.

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Lewis decides to go scout out the Cursed Wood, and come back at to the port at a later date, to try and scout out for potential recruits for his cause, as he was sure he couldn't take on an entire society of Vampires by himself.

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A man opens the door. He's a relatively odd sight, dressed in urban camouflage, further accented with a tan shirt. His shoulders have patches with crosses sewn into them, and he carries a large pistol at his side. He takes a polaroid camera from his pocket, quickly takes a photo of everyone in the bar, and then walks up to Ulrich Paternosta. He stands next to the man, then remarks, "Are you with the Vankoryth?"

He doesn't wait for a response, barging on. "Hunter 132, nice to meet you. You see, I would be polite about this, but I don't have much time."

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Lewis barges on.

"I'm here to kill you, you see. Well, you and every vampire that I can."

He leans with his back against the bar, then states,
"It's nothing personal, really. Well, I guess. I may be in the wrong here, but they say if you think you're wrong, you're probably not, right?" He leans in close to Ulrich, and remarks under his breath, "I'm giving you two days. I know the location of the keep, and I will come. Maybe you'll be prepared for me, I don't know. If I die, that's my problem. But consider me your opponent."

He pulls a knife out of a sheathe concealed on his body, twirls it around in his fingers a couple times, then sheathes it again.

"If I'm shown that your kind aren't like the others, then maybe you deserve to live. But you've got to want it. Like, with all the essence of your being. I don't know how you became a vampire, whether you wanted to or not, but I think your people have stagnated. And I remove things that stagnate. With force."

He gets up off the bar, turns around, and leans up against it again, arms crossed.

"It may take only one of you to kill me, but I wouldn't count on it. Maybe ten or so. But I doubt I'll be stopped. You gotta prove yourself. You gotta show me you don't want to be erased, because I have the power to do it. It may just be me, but you get one shot. One opportunity. Can you seize it? Or are you going to let it slip?"

"And you may think about killing me before the two days are up. Go ahead, try. I don't know what fuels you. But it better be something strong."

He gets up, puts his hand momentarily on Ulrich's shoulder, and says, "Remember, Paternosta. Two days. I'll see you then."

He walks out of the bar, humming a tune to himself.

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Daemala Tauvyr entered her establishment and twisted the ring on her finger. Her shadowling manifested behind the bar, to the slight disdain of the tender at work.

"Have any guests arrived to the Soiree?" Daemala asked the bartender, who bowed in an affirmative. Good. She flickered like a shadow to the Room of York, renewing a touch of her glamour before she disappeared inside.

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Ulrich cursed under his breath and stalked out the door after Lewis. Two days his undead ass.

Fucking Feastus. Damned occultists.

What did a vampire gotta do to keep good standing with the living these days?

The setting changes from Tauvyr Tavern to Verinotte Square

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Unbeknownst to Ulrich Paternosta (at least, to Lewis's knowledge) Stockton had stood against the wall, following the vampire behind by about 8 yards. He's unsure if the vampire can detect him, due to the heavily magical nature of his obscurement from direct observation, making any aspect of him not invisible, but more like it fades into a severely limited recognition, embedded in the unconscious.
For a moment, he's tempted to drive a knife into the vampire's spine, but instead decides to increase his pace and appear directly next to his supernatural elder, saying nothing as he walks perfectly in step with the man.
He's a strange sight, especially in Verinotte Hollow, and it was to be wondered how he entered. His heavily armored body was a strange sight, the layered protective plates giving off next to nothing as far as noise.
He looks around him, mildly impressed with his surroundings, before staring back through his masked eyes at the vampire.

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"Yeh got nerve, kid," Ulrich turned his face to Stockton, his head at an unnatural angle from his body. His wide smile showed teeth that were sharper than they should have been. Ulrich flicked a glance up and down the armor of the self proclaimed (and hella judgmental) hunter.

Ulrich was old. He was beginning to think he was too old for this shit, but thus far nobody had stepped up to the plate with the right qualifications to manage shit. He wasn't sure there was anyone that could manage being under Daemala Tauvyr, especially now that she was apparently a Queen. Ulrich couldn't make that make sense.

Anyway, he had bigger problems than worrying about the ego trip of a self contained narcissist. Namely some guy that somehow circumvented all of Verinotte Hollow security to come here and lay down threats as if they were the law. Also there was that matter of Feastus- Ulrich suspected all of this was somehow connected. Shit always was.

"Yeh got nerve 'n spunk 'n all th'shit tha makes livin' worth livin'," Ulrich continued, dropping the smile, "Wha' yeh seem't'b'lackin' is focus."

Ulrich pointed at the fountain and started making steps towards it.

"I ain't gon' kill yeh, n' don't recommend yeh try any'o'dat fancy shit on my ass eith'r. Ionno whaet brung yer ass here, but if yeh gotcha bone to pick witta Vankoryth Detente, well. We ain't the kind t'b'leavin' bones about fer the pickin'," Ulrich continued, then paused and looked hard at Stockton.

"Yeh ain't from Wing Cirty, are yeh?"

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The expressionless mask stares back at Ulrich, a monotone, expressionless voice emitting from the armored figure. "It's rather simple. I make promises, I keep them. I administer tests. I am the Judge."

He reaches into a fold of his suit and pulls out a timer, choosing to ignore the question.
"Do you understand the principle of Darwin? For the continuation of your kind," he spits out the words with mild derision before continuing, "I've decided to play the part of nature. You have no predators, and the weak are allowed to persist, still too powerful to be called down on by mortals. I understand what my actions mean. I understand what actions they necessitate. You, well, that remains to be seen. Call on that 'ancient wisdom,' or whatever."

"You seem prepared, I'll cut down your time. You have six hours. Be ready."

He steps back a few strides before reaching into his vest, pulling out a small scroll, which he breaks the seal of. He looks down at it for a moment before glancing back up at Ulrich. "And I'm very focused."

He rips the scroll in half, and then suddenly disappears with a thud, the only thing left being boot prints and the scraps of
paper.

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Ulrich threw up his arms in exasperation and growled, storming back off towards Tauvyr Tavern. It had been a while since someone with this type of gall had made their way into his life and onto his nerves. As of late, that was Daemala's job. Well, she was about to be informed of her demotion.

There was a soiree starting that he was expected to be present at and fully planned on interrupting. The Vankoryth Detente seemed to have a bit of a problem on their hands. It was only right their leader should know of it.

The setting changes from Verinotte Square to Cursed Wood

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Lewis steps out of nothingness, leaving the non-space with the sound of a dull thump.

He immediately reaches into his vest for a GPS device. He's careful, he's had the sound muted and the obscuration spells covered his traces from most means that weren't magical, so he was pretty much covered when it came to the werewolves and vampires out on patrol. He was a near-expert in non-detection as well, able to step lightly and agilely into places that only the best of trackers were able to find, something he's pretty sure is a sense only humans or lesser-powered creatures would have to rely on, as vampires and other 'kin' relied heavily on their higher senses, rather than on basic skills, another thing to be glad for.
If anybody were to notice him, which while unlikely wasn't impossible, they would see what looked to be a shadow that slowly faded into something like a person, then into the armored figure that he would be seen as close-up.

He turns on the GPS, then slowly navigates through the woods, pausing at every snap and noise to analyze his surroundings. He stops around a rotted tree to remove a shovel, a black, folding affair, and quietly navigates to a tree, where he cuts a line wrapped around the trunk.
A large, black bag falls to the ground, which the armored man moves deftly to catch. He lowers it to the ground, opening the straps to reveal an assortment of knives, as well as one hatchet and a short machete. He removes both of the larger bladed implements, attaching them to sheathes at either side of his belt, and then tucks four throwing knives into a strap across his chest. He throws the bag back on after closing it, and then sets off to the next point.

He continues on, gathering a compound bow and quiver at the next stop, and then moves on to his final point, when he comes to a clearing. Well. There were two individuals standing over his next point, about seven yards from where he buried. He supposes he could throw a knife into an eye or fire an arrow from a distance, but he doubts that would prevent him from being noticed. Werewolves, as one of them seemed, were notoriously hard to kill, and he couldn't take it out from a distance with the weapons he had. He might be able to take it in melee, but that would require a grapple, and he didn't have time to spend fighting some dog-blooded freak.

He decides to remain with his anonymity, and just stands where he is, bow in his hands, an arrow nocked, staring directly at the two from some shadows.

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"Ha, suppose not," she said, noticing he was uncomfortable answering her previous questions. He seemed a nice sort, though, she had pretty well fully let down her guard at this point. As far as she knew, it was just them. She had no idea how to treat lycanthropy, other than enforce self-control. He seemed pretty easy to talk to, and just seemed like more a poor lost soul than anything. Whoever inducted him must have abandoned him, either voluntarily or involuntarily.

He did, however, answer her last question with a question, and with a short chuckle. "Oh, that tickle yer fancy, luv? That is some 80's style synthpop that has been havin' a resurgence of late, an' it resonates, y'know? I can play more if ya want."

As she smiled to him, there was suddenly a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, but she figured it was just the weird magical nature of this place. The shadows always seemed to be moving, but then again, so were hers.

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Character Portrait: I am chen I am chen says,
 “ hello ”

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I am chen hello

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Kethyr halted and perked his ears in the direction of Lewis. He wasn't too close to human yet, his senses on fire when they needed to be - and he assumed they needed to be if they were kicking in. A disturbance. With a great sniff Kethyr smelled the danger seeping off of he who hid in the trees.

Annoying, as they were talking music. He'd argue that Eurydice and himself were having a grand old time.

Another disturbance not far off, in the opposite direction. Kethyr growled. There were two things, they were being surrounded. He flicked his gaze back to Eurydice. Was this a plan of hers?

A faint Hello called through the trees. Kethyr remain frozen, listening to two different directions to the best of his ability. He wasn't bad at it, as it turned out. It seemed someone out there was lost, and it sounded like they bumbled through the trees and along their way.

"The Cursed Wood isn't safe," Kethyr said to Eurydice, pointing with his tail in the general direction of Lewis before sweeping it wide and thumping it on the leaves. There was a loud crack as his joints began to reform.

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Lewis observes carefully as Kethyr's ears twitch, the subconscious movements of the creature signifying that it sensed something. He freezes as he himself hears a "Hello," but the voice lumbers off in the opposite direction, something of no concern to him, at least for now.
As for now, it seemed that he had been discovered, judging by the sudden transformation of the werewolf as it decides to turn back. Surely, he wasn't doing that for nothing, and he sure wasn't going to bet on the fact that the two out there were now fighting.
He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck as he sets the bow on the ground, withdrawing the entrenchment tool that he was going to use to hopefully recover his next selection of weaponry.
He steps out into the clearing, shovel held in one hand, the blade pointed down at the ground. He pauses for a moment before he dispels his obscuration magic, the shadows quickly receding from his figure, revealing a six-foot-three figure dressed in full body armor. On closer inspection, one could see perhaps hundreds of small, white lines about an inch long running along the upper body of the suit. It was a menacing sight, for sure.
The moment is probably lost when the figure raises a fist to his obscured mouth, coughs lightly, and then says monotonely, "Forgive me for the interruption. I believe you two are standing over something of mine, I would like to recover it."
He stares intently at either figure, getting a closer look at each detail of the two. The dark didn't seem to have any effect on his vision, although it was hard to tell from behind a blank mask.

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Eurydice was distracted from their conversation, noting the signals Kethyr was giving her. And, from the all-so-familiar shadows a figure emerged, so obscured by a full wear of armor that she couldn't even assume this man was human or not. Unlike Kethyr, this figure gave her discomfort, despite his humanoid appearance there was something that just felt off about him. More a gut feeling than anything supernatural. That, and he was in full armor and seemed to be carrying a number of armaments on his person.

"Sure, luv," she said with a soft chuckle, and motioning with a tilt of her head for Kethyr to move away from that spot she positioned herself so as to be the first in line should anything turn foul. She may have loved action, she didn't love needless violence. She tilted her head and noted the bow on the ground as she moved away and tried to make an attempt at small talk, "Ah, a compound bow, mate? Faaancy, don't see that often. A bit cumbersome though up close, got any favorite-"

She makes the familiarly comical hand motions of guns making the iconic "bang, bang" as she continued to move out of his way.

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Keeping his eyes trained on Lewis, Kethyr backed up to clear the spot. He suppressed the growl forming in his throat. This guy was arming himself to the teeth & reeked of magic. Not a vampire, that much was certain.

A hunter nonetheless. What was he hunting? Kethyr glanced at Eurydice for a moment before continuing to watch Lewis's every move.

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Lewis, or rather, the Judge, a mindset he quickly forces himself into, doesn't respond for a moment, standing still as the two back away. These aren't people, just filth. Still. Best play nice. He steps forward, putting both of his hands on his shovel. "Don't speak to me." He eyes the werewolf for a moment before beginning to dig, then stops, standing back up to face Kethyr. He pauses for a moment, then unbuckles his weapons belt and drops it on the ground, throwing down the throwing knives, machete and axe, then looks back up at the werewolf. "Happy? Back off. I don't want to fuck with you right now."
He leans forward again and begins to dig again, quickly uncovering a large metal box, which he grabs by the handle and pulls fully out of the earth. It was heavily similar to a rifle case, but much wider. He considers opening it for a moment, then kneels down and grabs his belt off the ground.
"Thanks. Bye."
And with that, only pausing to grab his bow off the ground, he walks away, into the shadows once more, obscuring himself as he does so.

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"Reaaaaal bundle of sunshine, that bloke," Eurydice said as the man walked away, in an effort to cut the tension. Even through the body armor, it didn't take an expert to sense the level of disdain the guy let out, but since he didn't engage, there was no reason she should either. That was a lot of weapons though. She wondered if she should report on this or not. She casually slipped out her phone and began tapping at it silently, and was ready to take a picture when the guy once again vanished in the shadows. But of course he'd do that. She then dropped her demeanor, as a thought rushed through her mind. "You're right. The Cursed Wood isn't safe. He's arming up for something."