Judith Calapsis
Most Common Alias: “Angeles Nona”
Most Common Pseudonym: “The Queen of Diamonds”
Age:
28
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Just a glance towards the woman reveals an air of jaunty elegance and smug revelry. Judith doesn’t stand tall at 5’3”, but she stands proud. She treads lightly but each step bears great motivation. Judith appears slight, almost too thin. Her appearance is precise and exact, readily prepared down to the last detail. This is particularly evident in her angular face and perfected yet subtle makeup. It has always been hard to pin Judith down to a point of origin. Most have heard a multitude of accents come from the girl, all of which appear rather accurate. Perhaps one of the most peculiar features about Judith is how her body seems to occasionally appear covered with tattoos only to have them leave without a trace another day. Whether it is an act of immense amounts of makeup or some sort of fake inking, it fits the girl perfectly. For above all else, Judith is a walking enigma.
Her earthy eyes are steady, and seem to always maintain a certain smugness or caution. Her conscious observance is obvious. Her short brown hair always appears to be readily styled in a sort of half curled style that brings an element of unrest to her appearance, though even in the madness, there is order… Somehow. Judith has a style of dress that perfectly fits her personality. She is most commonly seen adorned in a fashionable shawl of black. The color seems signature to her, an unexpected notion coming from the flashy woman. Alongside it comes her other signature: the matching fedora.
Agency/Organization:
Civilian Benefactor of Organized Crime
Education:
Judith dropped out of college halfway through her degree to pursue her riches where her skills truly lied. She has learned through the life of different organized crime syndicates since then.
Background:
She was the least likely villain, Judith. In her earliest years, she found a home in the epitome of small town suburbia. Even Judith herself was back then a very average girl: A bit shy and awkward, but she managed. Her life wasn’t bad in the grand scheme of things. She had a stroke of bad luck in the familial department with the divorced parents and alcoholic father, but no one hid it better than Judith. In truth, it had become so normal to her, that she never seemed affected by it. Perhaps it was the seemingly transparent backstory that made her who she was, though. She skirted by through high school, desperate to escape to somewhere with more glamour. Alas, she was no one special. Judith got average grades, but her intuition allowed her to pass well enough. Well enough to get her away at least.
Next stop: San Diego, California. Judith went to one of the most lavish, expensive universities she could be accepted into. Cost was no worry to her. The girl was married entirely on the idea of fleeing to the Golden State under the impression any costs not covered could be paid later. It was when she arrived at the beautiful college that her life would finally take off. Judith was intent on changing herself— her personality, her lifestyle… California turned out to be all that she could have hoped for. She lived through the fantasies of being the perfect stereotypical student, becoming almost addicted to the lifestyle of weekly revelry, binge drinking, and partying the weekends into a blurry stupor. Yet even with the facade of a stereotypical failed student, Judith did keep up with her schooling. With her dream life came the realization that she intended to remain living in luxury for the rest of her days. Her future career was important to her— at least, until she met him.
She wasn’t a day older than 19. That didn’t stop her. It never had. With just the fake slab of plastic and a flash of that pretty smile could get her into any club in town. She was pretty enough to drink well, even without increasing her ever growing deficit, but she never fell for the spell of a charmer at the bar. Damned Judith always wished she could take back the night. To give him up? No. She so woefully hates the cliche that surrounded their meeting. He was
The Charmer; the one that caught her eye. The club cohabitated its environment with a casino, and who was Judith if not curious to indulge? He hustled cards like no other. Win. Win. Win. Win. All the chips went his way. He attracted more than just one onlooker. Further, it appeared Judith wasn’t the only onlooker that was more than a bit suspicious. Too many suits and earpieces watched like hawks, so she took interest; she looked closer, closer than all the others.
She caught his game, and it was more exhilarating than any night of drinking she’d ever had.
Judith wasn’t about to let him off without saying something, but she couldn’t say it in front of everyone. To this day, Judith still manages to trick herself into thinking she approached him thinking her reasoning behind it was entirely monetarily based. The two dueled with hushed words, going round after round together. It was all the greater he continued to win as the two drank. Things only got stranger from there, though, as Judith’s point of interest was invited into a sort of hideaway room. He was big time. Whatever he was doing was high stakes, and that was just the kind of interest Judith needed.
On the promise of an explanation of his trick, Judith spent hours subtly making herself busy around the casino, always sure to stay close to that ever so mysterious door the man had wandered into. She nearly grew too tired and too sober to continue her ‘stakeout’, but just in time that the blasting sounds of gunfire almost wholly drowned out by the casino’s raucous music would have gone unnoticed to every patron had one not been listening too closely. She stood outside the doors for a less than thirty seconds more before her specimen barreled forth from the bowels of the building sporting himself a brand new briefcase. As he bolted for the exit, seeming to time every agile maneuver perfectly. Every suited man in the place seemed to converge, yet one by one, each was eluded as if God himself had touched the man with luck beyond belief. She wouldn’t let him get away.
Lazlow Renatus, he would later call himself: the man with The Luck of the Devil on his side’. It made it all the more sweet that a simple college girl managed to meet him at the Bugatti Chiron that awaited him just outside. Without concern for safety or logic, Judith joined the man in his car before the pair were both swiss-cheesed by an impressive array of firepower for a casino. Lazlow soon explained that he was a career gambler— the best there was, and he made sure he never lost. At the time, it all seemed dreamlike to the young Judith. She imagined he was just the pinnacle of a human cheat, but as time went on, it began to seem like more than that. The two soon furthered the cliche, madly in love. Lazlow taught Judith his trade. While she was by no means on his level, she could play cards with the pros in just a few months. She, like he, was a prodigy. It wasn’t long before Judith abandoned her degree in favor of taking to Lazlow’s travelling lifestyle. The two were, in essence, homeless, but they were by no means impoverished.
As the two spent more time together, Judith realized how many enemies Lazlow had made in his mysterious past. He wasn’t just running from it either… He was on the run. Who was after him, he never revealed, but that didn't deter Judith from being at his side. It seemed every town the man went to, someone knew him, and someone wanted a bullet in his skull. It was through time that their shared love of gambling became a shared passion for whatever crime was necessary. Things went swimmingly most of the time. Lazlow seemed untouchable, and thus Judith found herself the same. Lazlow had them winning so much that Judith started to notice they tended to play more for items of value than cash at this point. It was always one strange artifact or another on the table, and time and time again, the duo won. Where Lazlow was fencing off the items, Judith never knew. She was never concerned with it.
Life travelling cross country went well. The pair was a regular modern Bonnie and Clyde duo… Save for the murder at least, though the craziest bit of it all was that Judith never saw Lazlow lose. The peculiar observation was never questioned, though. Why would it be? The spree that followed the pair led them all the way to the little Bayou town of Saint James, Louisiana. Lazlow soon revealed that this was his hometown and he owned property here. To call it a casino would have been too nice. The tiny bar had a few card tables set up, always filled up with innumerous shady folk. They only intended to spend a few days in the backwater town before taking off once more, but complications soon arose.
Drinks were had with old friends, chips were thrown without caution. It was a great time, but word of Lazlow’s return travelled fast, and it seemed he was quite well respected in old Saint James. It was only a few hours into their stay that they started seeing those men… Bald men, all bearing sunglasses and dressed perfectly in jet black suits seemed ever present— always watching. Judith didn’t want to bring it up, but Lazlow was definitely on edge. A botched attempt at a subtle retreat left the pair standing cornered, face to face with one particular suited man flanked by his cohorts. They were after some particular artifact, and not one Judith had ever heard. Lazlow, the smug bitch that he was, played them off, and surely that contributed to the fact that seconds later, firearms were drawn. Seconds after
that, guns were fired.
Three bullets in total. Three bullets marked Lazlow in the chest. Judith stood and watched the recoil snap his torso back, and as that shaky exhale escaped his lips, Lazlow looked to Judith and spoke? Calling for a retreat, Lazlow shot forward in an attempt to wrestle the weapon from his main assailant. The confused and bewildered Judith was left sliding towards the exit with innumerous questions.
Where was his blood? Why was he alive? Why were there no bullet wounds?In Judith’s escape, the town was crawling with similarly dressed men in black. She had a hard enough time making it out as is, but she did manage to do so unscathed. As for Lazlow, what occurred is unknown to everyone Judith can find. The duo has not been reunited since. Judith found herself never leaving the lifestyle entirely, though. She used a large sum of the money she had accrued to become the proprietor of a few successful businesses, all of them largely surrounding museum curation or the casino industry. As it stands now, ‘Judith Calapsis’ is widely known in her trade for her work with anyone who can provide her more information on what might have happened. Her businesses deal in eldritch items all the while she seeks for her past lover’s killer. Most commonly, she works in close conjunction with a variety of organized crime syndicates. Perhaps Judith is most famous for having associated with Lazlow in the first place. His sphere of influence seems present even in his disappearance.
Judith wasn’t alone forever. Of course, it wasn’t Lazlow that came back. A very interested buyer contacted her over some old possessions of the duo in their heyday. It was rather intriguing for Judith that these buyers came better equipped and more frightening than any black market group she had ever experienced working with. She was more than happy to work with them, but they seemed to know too much. A cursory mention of her real name made Judith ready to bolt at the first chance she got. Unfortunately, these guys came leagues more prepared to the deal than she expected. Swiftly apprehended, Judith was as uncooperative as was possible for a short time, though as the hours went on, she told her interrogators of her search for the fate of her disappeared cohort.
What appeared like a final stroke of bad luck for the luckiest girl on Earth, turned out just as things always do for Judith. The men revealed they didn’t intend to kill Judith. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean they were done with her. From that day forward, she was Delta Green’s agent through and through.
Personality:
Above all else, Judith Calapsis is one cocky bitch. Stubborn as hell, she is known for her particularly lavish lifestyle in which she’ll stop at nothing to get what she wants. She is by no means sheltered or spoiled in this sense, though. Judith is a go-getter, never afraid to get her hands dirty to handle her own business. She does have a tendency to get sidetracked when working, no doubt a side effect of never having a real job in which she had to stick to someone else’s schedule. Stemming from her constantly active attitude, Judith always seems to occupy herself with something no matter what the scenario.
Judith outwardly aims to project herself as someone with no fear, always ready for anything. In all actuality, her entire life is the product of old movie fantasies. She views herself almost as the star black widow in some old noir style crime film. Because of this, she’ll stop at nothing to perpetuate her story, which has certainly ran her into trouble with the law from time to time, but such a factor never bothered her. It was almost as if she romanticized the thought of being on the run. She’s given up her whole life and career studies for it after all. Judith
never loses, even when she does lose, for there is nothing more in the world that the woman hates. Even through all the crazy nonsense that is Judith, she does seem to hold some sort of charm to her. She never really had the tendency to make enemies. Those all came as products of her particular skillset, but Judith does appear generally likeable.
In the thick of things, Judith’s panic manifests in strange ways. She never really finds herself outwardly expressing fear in any obvious manner, though she can get very talkative and anxious when the expected is completely ignored. Instead, when she finds herself more and more desperate, Judith tends to take unnecessary risks to escape the worst of scenarios. This has led to a great many folks thinking of her as a horrible partner. The weird of the world has always intrigued the gambler. She finds herself drawn towards things of eldritch nature, almost enticed by them. In this sense, she is more likely to accept the strange as they perpetuate her life of thrill. After all, above all else that is what Judith is: a career thrillseeker.
Judith wasn’t alone forever. Of course, it wasn’t Lazlow that came back. A very interested buyer contacted her over some old possessions of the duo in their heyday. It was rather intriguing for Judith that these buyers came better equipped and more frightening than any black market group she had ever experienced working with. She was more than happy to work with them, but they seemed to know too much. A cursory mention of her real name made Judith ready to bolt at the first chance she got. Unfortunately, these guys came leagues more prepared to the deal than she expected. Swiftly apprehended, Judith was as uncooperative as was possible for a short time, though as the hours went on, she told her interrogators of her search for the fate of her disappeared cohort.
What appeared like a final stroke of bad luck for the luckiest girl on Earth, turned out just as things always do for Judith. The men revealed they didn’t intend to kill Judith. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean they were done with her. From that day forward, she was Delta Green’s agent through and through.
Likes:
Money
Winning
Gambling ("It's not a problem if you keep winning.")
Expensive Alcohol
Expensive Cars
Inexpensive Alcohol
Action
Dislikes:
Losing
Boring People
Meetings and Debriefings
Planning Ahead
People Who Think They Are Better Than Her
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Fears:
Judith has always had a mantra of fearing nothing. Deep down, though— as with everyone— this is certainly not the case. The 'Live Free and Die in a Fiery Explosion' sort of girl has her share of fears just like everyone else. Her life have been so inconsistent that consistency would leave Judith offput. The idea of stagnation or being forgotten in this empty world that she so desperately tries to control. The inevitability that is the meaninglessness of her existence. It is that, that she fears. Perhaps it is that existential worry that drives Judith's incessant bouts of revelry.
Skills:
Gifted(+5): Disguise, Awareness
Adept(+3): Persuade, Stealth, Marksmanship [Handguns]
Average(+2): Interrogation, Hand-to-Hand, Archaeology
Novice(+1): Demolitions/EOD, Crafting, Tactical Driving, Anthropology
Languages:
French, Italian, Russian
Weaknesses:
Brains over Brawn: Judith's physical capabilities aren't very difficult to discern. She is by no means a brute, thus, she will easily be physically outmatched by most. While she does have experience with her fair share of fast paced escape scenarios, there is no raw power hidden within her small form.
Career Gambler: Judith has spent the latter half of her life playing the odds for a living. A saying circulated about the regular 'Bonnie' in her circles what said 'Judith would play a hand with the devil if she could'. She has lived as possibly one of the most impulsive people alive. Lazlow had always said to fear nothing, and those were some damn good words to live by. It is that playing the odds that keeps her feeling alive. This is as much a curse as one might expect. Judith is just about the least thrifty person around. Money is something that comes and goes faster than her mind can keep up. It is as much an addiction to gamble as they make it out to be.
Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing:Judith's common style has her sporting a black dress or a simple top and skirt of a similar color. Falling over top, Judith sports a jacket acting as a hybrid for utility and fashion. Atop her head a fedora lies precariously ready to fall off at the heed of any action scenario. High black socks and shoes are always present in Judith's style, though the brands and specifications tend to vary. She tends to carry a few accessories around as well, such as a shawl or sunglasses.
Weapons:Judith holds a Glock 26 in her satchel or pocket depending on the scenario, and she has a tendency to carry her main sidearm for business, a Glock 19 equipped with a silencer even when not on the job. No matter the situation, Judith is always armed with a stiletto blade.
Tools/Equipment: Contained in a satchel with a false lining, Judith carries a snap gun, a flask of liquid courage, three cell phones (one of which is seemingly always accidentally unmuted), a pack of cigarettes, as well as a few thousand dollars in currencies both physical and digital.
Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing:Judith’s operational clothing is most often no different from her standard attire, but she might more commonly where a coat with pockets for utility and gloves.
Weapons:Judith’s signature weapon of choice when getting down to business is the silenced Glock 19. Due to the nature of her business, she is most comfortable with just a sidearm only for purposes of subtlety. When in serious cases, Judith carries two of her Glocks, both armed with silencers and laser sights. Her stiletto knife also maintains presence when Judith carries her operational equipment.
Tools/Equipment:Judith’s satchel acts as a main storage for all of her operational equipment. Concealed within is her a glass cutter, a multitool, and a rather impressive and extensive makeup kit held presumably to forge disguises. Alongside these unique tools, Judith carries everything she would carry outside of her operational outfitting.
