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[Judas Michael Cross]

I go by Forrest, and my time zone is Eastern. I found this site by lurking. You can contact me PM & AIM.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Judas Michael Cross.

AGE:

2280 (appears 26).

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

A little bisexual, more curious. Overall; straight.

SPECIES:

Fallen Angel.

NATIONALITY:

Lebaneese & Greek

OCCUPATION:

Model & Photographer.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

He stands six foot two, so he is a little above average. He has broad shoulders and a smaller waist. Judas does work out so his weight might surprise you. He does have muscles; a six pack turning eight, defined biceps and who knows what else. So yeah, he can fight... Old habits die hard. He has piercing ocean-blue eyes and peach skin. His hair is a very dark brown; almost black looking. The cloths he wears varies.... He can go from very proper and 'cut and clean' to more of a lazy laid-back style with baggy clothes. He kind of prefers the latter however, because due to his rough exterior, he's quite the softie deep down... Or well, he can be.

CELEB CLAIM:

Bernardo Velasco

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

The man is... Well... Know the saying: Don't judge a book by it's cover? That fits Judas quite well. You see, when relaxed or just being 'normal', he looks angry... With a slight frown and stressed-looking eyes. People often don't bother talking to him due to looks alone; he can look intimidating. However, the man loved to smile. Crack a joke or be friendly with him, he can smile and can probably keep that smile for a long time. It depends on what the joke is – some things take him forever to smile with thus he holds that angered expression, however if you do get him to smile, it's easier to make him hold it and keep it.

The man is very protective, however, he knows his boundaries. Want him to back off? He will. Despite what he feels, most of the time he'll listen... Unless it's something stupid like going back to an abusive boyfriend, then he'd irreverent and say no. The man is a little stubborn, but not all too much. He knows not to get carried away and over-exert himself. Despite his slightly quite disposition, the man is a caring soul. May not look like it, may not show it half the time, but he'll help a stranger in need. With the niceness, there's always negativity; Judas is a fighter... He gets angered and that anger turns into physical. Old habits he hasn't fully grown out of. He'd break a lamp and slap you across the face perhaps... So, be on his good side, yeah?

LIKES:

Modeling. Any kind of food. Women. The hotter guys – somewhat. Horror and mystery movies. His son being happy. Photography. Movies in general. Art. Sculpting. Being a brother. Children. Other cultures. Collecting artifacts and weapons.

DISLIKES:

Disorganization. Thieves. Being overwhelmed. Being stressed. When people eat the last of his food. Over or under developed photos. When he slips or wears something the wrong size on the runway. His son sick or hurt. TV shows with the 'ha ha ha' laugh in there – it's not funny for starters and he can't hear what the actors say for the laughs are too loud. Being forgotten. Losing more family members.

SECRETS:

His species.

FEARS:

Falling in love. Losing people he cares about. The government finding out what he is and taking him in.

DREAMS:

To get a stable girl one of these days – someone true...

STRENGTHS:

Strategy. Good looks (he isn't egotistical, but he does know he does look attractive). Stamina. Strength physically. High immune system. Being an awesome dad.

WEAKNESSES:

High tolerance (to drugs and stuff, sadly). His grumpy looks. Apparently hangs out with the wrong crowd. Discounted items. His son. Memories. Art stuff.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

I was born in 262 BC to a mother and another brother, a twin. My father was absent form my life and at first I resented him and despised him. How could he leave my mother so vulnerable like this? I would never know. My mother, however, kept on talking good about him; which left a sour taste in my mouth. I didn't know whether to believe her or think she was nuts because she was still very much in over with the absent man. Either or, my mother moved around a lot... This wasn't normal and I knew it, but I didn't protest or refuse. Where she lived, in that geological area, it was forbidden for a harlot to raise children. She was protecting herself and us with this constant moving; this constant shield. It was annoying and I didn't make many friends as I grew up, but I was somewhat educated and learned a lot of lessons from my mother. My twin brother I loved and adored. We were each other's best friends as we grew up from being children, to teenagers, then to adults. All the while still moving around.

We finally settled down later on; mother claiming her 'husband died' to protect herself and us - who by now where old enough to be on our own. However, mother was still a main part in our lives. At a young age, I joined the military; I was a solider for a cause I didn't quite believe in, but if this war got won, people like my mother would have more mercy. Though when I came back from this war; I found my mother to be dead - stoned to death for being a harlot. I was quite mad and kept to myself for some time before I snapped. I was absent both a father and a mother now? Because what? She wasn't 'perfect'? She was to me! The people I killed... Apparently, it was justified in gods eyes. They were evil men that didn't follow his ways, and my murders were considered acts of good - which I found out after one man beheaded me from behind. Heaven was real, life after death was real, and this god was real.

I went to Heaven and stayed there, guarding gates for hundreds of years before I got promoted to fight. I trained hard and for long periods in Heaven for even more hundreds of years before being sent down to Earth with false lives – pretending to be powerful military men and soldiers to fight in wars that Heaven sought to be divine or right. I was down for the Crusades, I was down for some Napoleon Wars, I was down for the Plague and also down for the Revolution in America. Though after my battles, I was always brought back up to Heaven to heal, to recuperate, and to be praised.

However, my reign did not stay good for long. When I was sent down in the war on Iraq, I had intimate encounters with a woman from Kuwait. Heaven frowned upon me with that act and scolded me... Though when they found out she was pregnant with an angel of the lord, the color of my wings were ripped, the tanned skin I held ripped with it. I was a bleeding, broken, and almost wingless angel. The colors of my wings were gone; now all brown like the irt I belong on... My skin was more pale now as if the color was taken out of that too. Memories... Some memories were wiped clean, but enough remained to know what I have done...

I was like an infant, alone... In a world where I couldn't connect to heaven, and that Heaven couldn't connect to me unless they wanted to. No one called me. I didn't know what to do. So I did the only thing I could – find the woman I was with. It took some time but I found her and by this time she had a small belly – some months in. I explained to her what happened. She called me crazy and was about to call the cops before I showed her my wings. She praised Allah and got on her knees, bowing before me. I yelled at her to not do that, I yanked her back up on her feet and held her. It wasn't really love, just some small connection... I cared for her but I was scared. The woman said she knew someone that could help.... And went off to find them.

She came back with her second cousin, Mousa. He was a man of ink – as in illegal documents and god knows what else. He managed to get me forged documents and helped me out much. He couldn't do much without his other connections, so an American passport and such would have to wait. So I had information from Kuwait instead. After some years of working in the trade of a business man (falsified documents gave me the listed education needed), I was soon found by a modeling agency. By this time, I lived with Amall, the middle-eastern woman and was in the child's life, as a family... Finally getting connections from Mousa's end, I, myself, and my son, all got American documents. I had a background in business still, however, but I was having a job in modeling in New York.

We all moved there as a family until something bad happened. Amall died... I begged the lord, I begged Allah, I begged anything that existed to help her, but nothing happened. She died in November 12, 2012. Though it was a little difficult to move on, I did. Had to, really. With Mousa's connections, there was some in America as well and I knew who to go to to change when my time has passed. Kaseem (my son) and I moved to New Jersey since it was painful living in New York with those memories and living in Essex was much cheaper. I could still go to the island to model – it was pretty close by. My son is now nearing six years old and it was a year earlier that I got into photography with my modeling. I wanted to go into acting a bit but I think I'd be too fake for that. So I'm going to stick to modeling and photography. At least my son keeps me in check.

FAMILY LIFE:

Yasmeen - mother, dead
Shane Cross - father, alive
Liam Cross - brother, alive
Lynette Cross - sister, alive
Juliet Cross - sister (triplet), alive
Emrys Kassimir - brother (triplet), alive
Kaseem - son, 3, almost 6.
Mousa - 'illegal document connection'
Amall - ex-girlfriend, dead

OTHER:

He is a full-blooded Wiccan. This happened when he became a fallen. What he believed changed around a bit – to more nature and helping yourself, than some higher up... Call it a grudge or so.

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