judas frost; SACRIFICE - Bastion

[Judas Frost]

Name: Judas Crispin Frost.
Age: Eighteen.
DoB: September fourteenth.
Gender: Male.
Grade: 12.
Position: Sacrifice.

Hair: Pink.
Ears: None.
Eye Color: Bright blue-green with pink pupils.
Skin Tone: Pale.
Height: 5'10.
Weight: 147lbs.

Description: Judas is a rather feminine youth, to put things lightly. While he could look the part of a boy, he engages in crossdressing on a constant basis. His hair is a bright pink shade, falling to his hips, full and wavy, and often times with a headband in it, and he has unusual bright blue-green eyes with long lashes. His favorite outfit is a yellow turtleneck sweater dress with black tights underneath. He has a rather pleasant look about him, perhaps a bit awkward at times. Usually, he has a small smile on his face but a distant, sort of spaced out look.

Likes:

• Sweaters
  
• Winter weather
  
• Hair curlers
  
• Candy apples
  
• Spicy food
  
• Mathematics
  
• Scarves
  

Dislikes:

• Glasses
  
• Himself
  
• Arrogance
  
• Pain
  
• Rainy weather
  
• Bland food
  
• Soup
  

Personality: Judas is a rather interesting individual, given the fact he often cross dresses. On the surface, he appears social and friendly, with an easy going and mild mannered attitude. He's not loud and he doesn't seek to draw too much attention to himself. He's an honest man, and doesn't seek to dress as he does just to fool people, but rather due to personal issues. He can be charming and often times comes off as sophisticated, but he also is introverted and puts a noticeable distance between himself and others. As much of a day dreamer as he is an intelluctual, Judas is often found staring off into space or randomly blanking out.

Underneath the exterior he presents, Judas is often depressed and filled with self contempt. He despises the person he is but lacks the strength and courage to kill himself and instead wallows in his own frustrations. In an attempt to distance himself from who he is, he finds comfort in cross dressing. He dislikes getting close to others in fear they might hate him as well or, perhaps worst yet, find something in him that he might like. He can be terribly clingy to those who do strike a heart chord, though.

History: There isn't a lot of interesting things in Judas' history; he began to dress as a girl when he was twelve, a habit that has since been nothing short of impossible to shake. While it's not difficult to pinpoint why he began to cross dress, it's more so when the reasoning began. As mentioned, Judas has a deep set loathing for himself that began when he was younger, perhaps at eight or so. His parents frequently fought and while they were never abusive to him, they were often distant and Judas grew up with a sense of loneliness and wondering why he couldn't make them stop. He was never a particularly social child in school, and found it difficult to make friends; the few friends he did make were often taken away by others, leading to him believing himself 'defected'. At twelve, in a moment of curiosity, he tried on his mother's clothes, something many a boy has done. Unlike many a boy, Judas found the attire comforting and found himself able to distant himself from who he was. He became less awkward and more easily able to socialize with others and felt that people almost liked him better for the quirks. In spite of this, he could never shake the loathing.

At fourteen, Judas discovered his true name and his partner and began to attend The Academy.

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OOC Name: Hydra.
Years of RPing Experience: 6 - 8.
Other Characters: None.

Roleplaying Example: i hate you just sayin'.

Green eyes flicked about from person to person, focusing for a few seconds on someone only to look at someone new. God, even when he wasn't life guarding, he was still watching people. Cirillo rubbed his nose and glanced at his watch, brows twitching when he read the time. Was it stupid to be getting ill over their appointed date? Why couldn't the boob be on time? No, instead, he was probably asleep, just now getting up, or something. He let out a loud audible "argh" just as the aforementioned boob decided to headbutt him in the head. His so called "argh" turned into a sort of strangled, high pitched cat scream and Cirillo spun around, staring wide eyed at Don and then at the back of Don's throat as the butt yawned.

"Don't do that! You're going to give me a heart attack!" the bluenette yelped, clutching at his heart and wheezing. He rubbed his forehead and took a moment or two to calm down, looking Don over, from head to toe. "You're so late. Fifteen minutes past the clock, Don! Fifteen whole minutes!" He pointed at the watch, at the little minute hand, and waved his arm about as if it might make Don feel bad or something about being fifteen whole minutes late.

"Just think! We could be sitting in there, right now, tacos and flan before us, and a bottle of ice cold cola to the side! But no, you're late," Cirillo raged, flinging his hands about to invisible foods and drinks before finally just bringing his palm to smack into his forehead. He sighed.

"You look nice. I'm ordering more food just to make you pay for lost time."

[Avery Newfeld]

ACCEPTED!

Welcome to The Academy.
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