Figure this might be a fun exercise while I wait for a) a post from the current guest writer in Now and Always, and b) the inevitable embrace of unconsciousness. More information with regard to the facts presented will be contained within abbreviation tags.
Without moving his head, the strange bemantled white wolf's gaze traced up the page of the book he had been reading—or, indeed, perhaps writing—and met yours. For a moment or so, his luminous, and, indeed, glowing blue eyes scanned you up and down, trying to determine some unknown facet of you, before heset his book on the table beside him and watched it seemingly turn to mist and blow away on the wind. Returning his eyes to you, he placed a hand on each knee, leaned forward a tad, then paused for a moment, as if in some strange form of thought before nodding and raising a clawed finger to his left as if trying to quell the concerns of someone unknowable to you.
With a second nod, he finally addressed you more directly. "Ah, apologies!" he began, his eyes momentarily slipping to his left before once again fixing themselves on you, "I was merely telling my familiar that all is well. My name is Judas Numidius, but many elect to call me Jude. " A short, somewhat self-aware chuckle. "Though I am a man of at least three names in as many different languages."
He tapped his foot for a moment, right index and ring fingers placed on his chin, as if processing what seemed like a strange request. "Interesting facts, hm? And you desire five?" he asked in return, lowering his fingers and letting his hands relax onto his knees once again, "I do indeed have a moment or two, so I am happy to oblige! Let us start with the grounds around us, shall we?" Returning to a more upright posture in the fountainside bench he was occupying, Jude made a grand gesture around him, as if trying to goad you into looking around. Upon doing so, you're reminded of just how beautiful his estate truly is; perched on a cliffside covered by muted purply-pink grass and ground cover, enclosed by pink-hued canopies, each leaf encased in a thin layer of crystalline Mana that gave it a brilliant sheen. This was saying nothing of the manse itself, which was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship hewn of stone, with adamantium bronze trim and window dressings, all put together in a gorgeous art deco architectural style. "Everything you see around you, from the road you took to reach this place--" A short swinging gesture to his rear. "--to the sandy beach at the bottom of the cliffs behind us, is my estate. This is where my familiar, Jason, and I live most days." he continued, pausing for a moment to laugh at the irony of his own words, "Well, when we are not travelling the stars and having trouble find us, that is!"
"You wish to know more about me personally?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the left, "I would be glad to tell you more, but, be warned: I am known for my... verbosity." Yet another chuckle, this one quite a bit deeper and more jovial. "Much to the chagrin of many a friend of mine." Striking up his thinking pose for a second time, he pndered on what to explain next. In reality, the choice was obvious. "Oh, you must be wondering if my people call ourselves anything in particular!" he shot back, his ears perking up, "Indeed, we do. In Common, myself and my kin are known as Lycans. Though, once again, this is but one of many different names, of which one can be attributed to me directly!"
He was positively beaming now. It seems you came at just the right time to listen to him wax lyrical on himself, for better or worse. "I have told you my name, but not my calling." rang Jude's voice once more, his accent and lyrical character almost too captivating, "I am the Ambassador, the latest of more than two hundred. It is my divinely-imbued duty to travel the universe in search of allies and knowledge, and act as the Houses' peaceful representative to its myriad peoples." A short, but energising stretch. "To that end, I am particularly long-lived. It would not do to have your representative die before he can meet a people far afield, would it?"
Then, taking notice of the fact you were staring rather anxiously at his fangs, he sighed. You get the sense this is the last question he would willingly answer. "Yes, those." he stated flatly, stopping mid-way through an eye roll, "And my eyes as well, I suppose." A small, barely audibly thump as he slumped forward. Though he had embraced his inner predator, it was always awkward to explain the fact he was a vampire to the uninitiated. "I am a vampire, though it has no bearing on my lifespan the way it would for others." he continued, "There are, at present, five known major strains. If literature is current, that is." Letting out another huff of air from his teal-hued nose, he decided to explain a bit further. "I am afflicted with what is designated as Type A, as are my wife and daughter. My familiar is of the emergent Type E. Each strain is different, and confers different—and terrifying—abilities to its carrier, but at a great personal cost." An awkward shuffle. "Will that be all? I have yet to make dinner for Jason and I."
Holy moly, that was the most I've written in a good bit.