Born and raised in Rabanastre, Jude comes from a long line of cheesemakers. Peynirci. Such aspirations for their loving son halted with Garlmald's occupation of Dalmasca. The day that Rabanastre fell to the Garlean bombardment is the day he lost it all- his family, his home, and for a long time, his conviction. You could still say he hasn't found it. Nowadays, he'd say he's turned over a new leaf, moved to Eorzea in search of adventure, and in so doing tries to leave his past where it belongs. In the past.
With musculature befitting a man who knows intense physical labor and numerous scars, Jude looks like your average run-of-the-mill mercenary. Battle hardened, rugged, and not afraid to handle some dirty work. Red spectacles usually sit perched on his face as his signature look. Speaks with a mild Dalmascan accent, though in the presence of other Dalmascans with thick accents it will start to become heavier.
On a surface level, a man who rarely takes himself seriously. An Underdog. And happy to keep it that way. He's found that there are few things someone could want for in life, and usually for him, it boils down to base needs like money, food, and a place to sleep. Maybe a bit of pleasure to mix things up. After all, who doesn't like a bit of revelry? Just another man, another body to fill a space- a purpose; The only thing he can attest to is that he's damn hard to kill. He'll bet his life on it.
`A Healthy Dose of Cynicism.` There is always someone bigger and badder than you. Someone with more money. More power. Definitely some ulterior motive. Why go through the trouble of ousting them and bringing them to justice when you can play the game, gain from it. Surely, they're thinking the same thing. Jude has found that the world is filled with those motivated only by coin and self-interest, what's the harm in being another? If you asked him though, he would say he's a man of `Honor`, even if his sense of honor is definitely skewed.
`Antagonistic. A Cutting Tongue.` Jude has a way with words, one that has often garnered a slap or a punch to the face by their respective parties. Prone to abrasive acts and jesting jabs, the man has seen his fair share of victories in drunken brawls to being kicked out onto the street for his insolence. And yet, he isn't one for senseless violence and those who take to needless cruelty will often be held in little regard. If he's gotten a hold of one of his vices (cigars or alcohol) recently, then he'll generally be in a good mood. `More Boisterous and Prone to Merriment and Goodwill.` Or maybe that's his usual temperament and it's the withdrawals that make him testier. Either way if the situation calls for it, Jude isn't above lying- though if he had to pick he'll opt to lie by omission. Cover stories are easier to be kept that way, let them fill in the blanks.
For all his `Showboating Tendencies`, a few can say that it's a front for the softer parts hidden underneath. The part of himself that would choose to go hungry rather than someone else. In one breath disparaging a whelp still wet behind the ears, but unable to stop himself from keeping an eye out and coming to their rescue the next. A fondness for poetry, something proven to help distract his mind from ruminating thoughts. Though if you asked him, he'd rather read it than write it.
`Scents:` Tobacco/cigars, oil, solder (heated metal), leather, spice.