You guys are going to kill me waaaa

Basic Information:bullet black:
Name: Judas Cooper
Age: 18 (of death)
Height: 6’0
Species: Rakasha

Informations: A demon or unrighteous spirit that feeds on human flesh. They are shapechangers and magicians, and often appear in the forms of humans, dogs, and large birds. They can make themselves invisible. According to the Ramayana, an ancient Sanskrit epic, they were created from the Foot of Brahma, the Hindu God of Creation. Many Rakshasa were particularly wicked humans in previous incarnations and are known to disturb sacrifices, desecrate graves and possess human beings.

Academic Information
Level: Beginner
Current Classes: SHD 101 - Introduction to Shadowmancy
SHD 103 - Shadow Melting

Passed Classes: SHD 102 - Shadow Tendrils
Experience: 0


Personal Information
Likes: Throwing people into misery, hurt others, take advantages of situations, cause troubles, lieing, playing guitar, singing, trolling on the internet.
Dislikes: everyone, dogs, vegetables, schools
Fears: Losing his sense of self, his individuality
Goals: Be the strongest, revenge and ressurection

Personality:
Ever heard of the kind and rightous hero? Yes? Well Judas isn’t one of thoses. Envious, rotten to the core, he view others as objects and not living being with a conscience. Allergic to supportive relationships, Judas is far more interested in wrecking other people’s down and giving the ending blow to someone already down than offering the helpful hand. Get angry at him? Yell? Claim you want to kill him? He will –enjoy- it. Your misery is his happiness.

But will all that aggressivity, that mean Judas is one of thoses hot headed loudmouth that get into fights all the time, right? No. While he is a spiteful sarcastic jerk, he is calm and composed, only answering and provoking with dry sarcasm at any occasions and sometime actions. Losing control of himself would mean losing control of the situation and the outcome. No good, especially for someone like Judas that likes to dominate others.

History:
Ahh highschool, the place where teenagers gather to talk about the trendy things among various things, like bullying. Like in any bullying, you need a bully and a victim. One of thoses victims was a calm, serious and collected boy named Judas. He didn’t stand out of the crowd, except he was overly studious. Pushed by strict parents? Probably. No friend? That is certain! Easy target spotted, a group of popular douchebags started to make his life a living hell from the moment he stepped in the building. Burned bag, broken desk, broken leg, empty wallet, spam call and many more. Even the bathroom wasn’t a safe hiding place for him.

What Judas did? He fought back. He would punch back, snark back at the insults and kept going with his studies as if it was the easiest thing in the world. That only made it worse and violence kept cumulating. Of course, the pression was heavy on Judas and he coped with self-harming and massive internet addiction at home.

One day he was asked, somewhat forcibly, to stay at school, by a good friend of his. The whole class was there. Mocking him, pushing him. Fighting back against a whole class was clearly impossible, Judas tried.

Let’s put a rope on him they said.
It will be funny they said.

Standing on the teacher desk with a rope around his neck, he was being photographied for blackmail until one of the student decided to flip over the desk. Judas’s feet dangled in the air as his hands were reaching for the rope. Everyone watched in awe and fear. No one moved except Judas. Until no one moved at all. Even Judas.

Dead.

They freaking killed him.

Thoses assholes.

He hated them. He hated them so much. It had always filled him up, this anger, this hate and now he died because of humanity being stupid. Something broke in Judas soul or was releashed after so long. Why take the pression upon yourself on self harm when THEY are the cause? THEY should be the ones suffering his wrath! He was restless. He wanted revenge. It was such an obsession that it turned a soul meant for the afterlife into a Rakasha. Judas was back, undead and ready to share his love with everyone.

Oh and the classmates?

They all met some unfortunate problems. How unlucky.

Misc. Information:

One should keep their distance from him. He has an immense amount of cutter box in his sweaters and he is just dieing to find an excuse to use them on you.
He is actually quite the tech nerd and like to spend endless amount of time on the internet trolling.
His blood is black and drip out from his eyes and mouth. Sometimes he might even puke it. It is obviously highly poisonous only if ingested. Getting touched by it is icky like oil, but ordorless.
His body is icy cold like a corpse.
How come he became a rakasha if he never did anything bad? Isn’t that for wicked humans? He did quite a few things on the side....


Roleplay Information
Chatroom Availability: Whenever I can, mostly in the evening.
IM Availability: I have skype and msn!
How did you find ?: KOSSMOE.

Script Sample:

Judas: *is playing with a cutter box, slamming the pointy edge between his fingers quickly, as a game to see if it will hit his fingers eventually, making a light toc noise each time the cutterbox hit the table* You see *toc* I’m merely *toc* passing time *toc* here. *toc* But I’d rather *toc* getting this cutterbox *toc* stuck in my finger *toc* than talking with you *stopping his game and look straight at the newcomer with a large smile* You get it or I have to summarize it for the mentally challenged person?

Paragraph Sample:

So a school. Again. How peachy fine. Really, maybe Judas was masochist deep down to return to a brand new hell hole. Because last time it was sooooo well. This time thought, -HE- will be the bully and HE will deserve all of the hate. Looking straight at the menacing building, not intimidated one bit, Judas smiled. “Let’s make this place lively now, shall I?” He softly whispered to himself before walking toward the entrance.