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Birth
Name: Noah
Hamilton
Stage
& Legal
Name: Judas
Cross
Avatar: http://soiuser.hyperchat.com/judascross/J1.jpg
Age:
30
Shifter
Age:
30
Date
of Birth:
November 9th
Place
of Birth:
Boston, Mass
Height: 6'
Weight:
185lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Race: Cynanthrope - Rottweiler
Ethnicity:
Ex WASP
Identifying
Marks:
Fuck Yes and damn proud of all of them
Occupation:
Singer & Lead Guitar for the metal band Primal Evil
Family:
Sylvia Hamilton (Mother) and Jacob
Andrews (Father)
Significant
Other: Cheyenne
Edwards (Consensual Chew Toy)
Celeb
Claim:
Dave Navarro
Status:
Alpha
Abilities:
The General Abilites and As Follows
Fast
Shift to Animal: Kind of self explanatory. Shifting does
not take as long to shift from human to animal form
Tracking/Hunting: Judas is
exceptionally good at tracking and hunting. Better and beyond the
normal enhanced abilities of lycanthropes and other shifters.
Control
Self Shift: During times of stress, Judas can maintain
control, willing himself not to shift during these times. This does not
mean he can prevent an alpha from forcing him to shift.
Alpha
Abilities as Follows:
No
Shift Coma: Normally the stress from shifting from dog to
human is such an undertaking, the shifter passes out for hours. Judas
can shift from dog to human without the long snooze fest, although he
is one tired fucker.....awake but tired.
Fast Shift to Human: Kind
of self explanatory. Shifting does not take as long to shift from
animal to human form. Judas can shift either direction faster than
other shifters without the abilities.
Control Change in
Others: Although
he does not use it
often, (usually when he is pissed off at his band) but when needed
Judas can cause other shifters to go all furry or keep them from going
all furry. Usually it is the former and not the latter.
History:
You can kind of guess the story. Boy meets girl, boy gets girl drunk,
boy has a one night stand with girl, boy leaves girl in the morning.
Sweet, yea? That is pretty much the end of the story for my father, who
just happened to be a dog, a prick and a jerk all rolled up in one. At
first I was my mother's gift from God, even if I came from a bastard of
a father. That was before I hit my adolescence and changed into what my
mother considers a beast. So much for motherly love.
After the
change times got rocky. My mother, who had gone all devout since
dear old dad's
bump, grind and run, came to the conclusion in her holier than thou
head that I had gone from her God send son to the spawn of Satan
himself and I must be cast to the
fires of hell..... I lasted under her roof for a few years before she
came to that conclusion, but at 16 I finally had enough and I
bugged out, set out on my own before she could
set her 'casting' plans in motion.
My mother made a lasting impression in my life, for I had no use for
religion whatsoever. I fact I turned a full 180 and got together with
some local boys and formed a band. At first we were called Satan's
Minions, but that name never really took off. I came up with Primal
Evil and pretty soon we were playing small time gigs around the
Boroughs.
Ten years later
and Primal Evil was still
going strong, the band has been a success in the Big Apple. We weren't
Metallica, but we held our own especially locally. We even start making
videos, even though music videos are kind of outdated. It was here that
I
met Cheyenne, a dancer for the music videos the band was doing. She had
bright eyes, dark hair and a rack that.....well you get the picture. All of that was great don't get me wrong, but it wasn't until
I got up close and personal with Chey that I realized we had some very
common traits. Fur, long canines and a tail from the same species all
being prime factors. Is it no wonder we hit it off.....as often as we
could whenever we could? My days of being a dog were over.
Dog meaning non-committing fuck and forget kind of dog.
That was five years ago and even though
we've had our ups and downs she's still my bitch.
Don't look at me, she's the one that has claimed that title, and she
wears it with pride. Who am I
to argue? I wear her initials in ink dead center on my chest. It is
my way of claiming my territory so to speak. Besides she really doesn't
appreciate it when I claim it the way most dogs claim it.
In the last
five years Chey has quit
dancing and has taken up choreography; I'll admit she's damn good at
it. As for me, the New York scene may have been profitable
but it was also wearing thin. It was time for a change of scenery and a
change of pace. We decided Miami might be a good place to land, take
it easy for a time. Whether the band will join us down south remains to
be seen.
Either way?
We'll see what Miami
has to offer.
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