Justice Drago Verdetti

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Seeming Elemental Snowskin
Court No Court
Freehold Ring of Roses
Player Rob Fowler

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Overview

Alias(es): Coming soon
Real Name: Justice Drago Verdetti
Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Age: mid thirties
Seeming: Elemental
Kith: Snowskin
Court: Courtless
Concept: Judge, referee, and arbiter
Physical description:
Relevant Mechanics:
Character Livejournal: using filters, ask me

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Known Information

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Known History

Basic Timeline:
Current Activities:
Merit Details:
Background:
“What would you have done? How would you handle it if someone came up to, right before game-time and thrust a video camera into your hands and showed you what had been recorded? If I hadn’t called the match the way they told me to, they would have killed her… Better for me to be take the hit to my reputation than for my five year old to be murdered over a fucking football game. So yeah, I fixed the match... I did what any father would do – I protected my family.”

Or at least I kept telling myself that. I never even found out if they let her go or not. After the match, I ran back to the locker rooms… dodging beer bottles, trash and whatever else they could find to through at me… ran to be alone… ran to prepare myself for the outrage to follow. I knew it was coming. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it… and I knew I deserved it all. What I did not deserve is what was waiting for me in the locker room. There she stood… beautiful, even in her outrage.

“You’re not supposed to be in here…” was all I could weakly say. Even as the words came out, I knew they were going to be irrelevant.

She just stared at me for a long, long time. It felt as if she were looking in my eyes, taking time to read the entirety of my soul before she said anything. Finally she spoke, her voice as cold as a glacier, the shards of each word freezing my blood and stinging my skin as shards of ice. “You have no idea what you’ve done tonight. To you, this was just a match… to others it meant far, far more than you can fathom… but you /will/ come to understand. You will, because that is my will.”

She nodded, but not at me. Two very large, very ugly creatures were suddenly at each side of me, lifting my up off the ground by my shoulders and dragging me towards the furthest row of lockers. I thought I was about take a beating for fixing the game. After all the stories coming out of South America, I thought I might die in that locker room…. But at least my angel would be safe. Sad to say, sometimes I wish they /had/ beaten me to death that night. It would have been a far better fate than the one they had in store.

They forced me into a locker… well, more /through/ the locker instead of into it. Things get a little blurry from there.

I remember being scratched and nearly torn apart. I remember an ice ravine with formations of jagged ice that reached out and scratched and cut me like thorns with a malicious intent.

I remember contest after contest… being forced to “referee” and “judge” these events – the winners long since pre-determined and set. I was forced to call them all as she wanted. Whenever I did not call them as she wanted, she would come to me and grant me a kiss.

And I forever remember that kiss. The greatest pleasures and the greatest pains of existence, all bound into one single instant.

Soft, subtle, romantic and loving… terrifying, painful, agonizing… and cold…. So very, very cold.

It was as if my blood were turned to ice each time her lips touched mine… All but my heart. My heart would be warmed by her kiss – by some belief down deep somewhere that to be kissed by her were the greatest reward that could ever be given. Sometimes I would disobey her wishes, just so that she would come to me. Most of the time, though, I feared her kiss… as the deep, cold despair would last for a long time. Whenever the memory of that cold would fade, however, the desire for her returned… and I couldn’t keep myself from wanting her. No matter how I tried.

I don’t really remember my escape very well. I do know it had something that had to do with one of her contests and it not going according to her wishes. I think there was a small revolt from the crowd that sparked it all… and I don’t think I left alone. I’m not sure who or what all followed me back out through the ravines, forests and thorns… but I’m pretty sure something did. Friend or foe? I don’t know…


When I came back through, I looked for my family. I had no idea how long I’d been held captive, but I knew I had to return home… to remember what love really was like… to remember what real warmth was… to remember my angel.

What I found was her grave. They’d killed her anyway… I think that’s when I really lost it. The rest was just icing on the cake.

I found my beloved wife… found her with another man – well, another me, I guess. That me had been kicked out of his profession and raked through the mud for years after the match. They’d moved… several times… to keep from dealing with his humiliation. They finally moved to the south eastern United States. To an area that wasn’t so “up” on football – well, soccer here. To a city that was big enough to get lost in, Atlanta.

For everything else that had happened… she was happy. She loves the other me and he, for all appearances, loves her. I’ve thought about what to do for a long time… and I still don’t know. Something tells me I’ll never know her warmth again, no matter what I do, so I’ll likely just let her live the lie and be happy.

For me? No more making deals so that one side or the other comes up on top. I can’t do that again. I won’t see anyone else hurt, killed, or worse because of any bias of mine. That’s why I never joined a Court, I guess… to do so would be to show a bias. And I can’t afford that.

I do what I do because I’m good at it… and so that no one else has to take that heat. It’s not fair… I judge based on the rules. I judge based on what will keep things balanced. For if either side, if any Court, if any Motley or group comes to the point that they believe they are beyond judgment, I have not done my job. To maintain justice is to maintain balance in all things. My calls may not always be the popular ones… but they’re always the right ones in the grander scheme of things.


I referee I watch I advise I suggest I maintain the balance


But above all…

I judge




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Associations & Associates

Those he has judged:

  • The Clan MacRoche
  • Laurel Thorn... often and repeatedly - though not all the verdicts have been the same
  • Jimmy Quick - You'd think they learned if they kept getting caught
  • Blackguards - Sometimes they win, sometimes they lose. All depends on the facts and what's fair.


Those he has refereed for:


Those he has simply ran across and other connections:

  • Edria Meredith - during a Fae mixer, post-gladiator bout where the Fae mingled and simply forgot/ignored their "pets"
  • Judged the infamous trial of the "Mt. Airy Freehold", the verdict of said trial carried out by David "Gilded" Manning
  • Judged another's sanity, resulting in Tommy Blue taking care of the poor soul.
  • Someone one has to chase the clues that lead to the trials.... that's Gryphon
  • She needed a name and I needed her to hear me out - Shula
  • Francis Hudson - Another among many who has Drago's card. At least this one thinks ahead.
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Character Inspirations

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Soundtrack

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Quotes

  • Oh. You. I haven't killed him yet. I'd like to, but I haven't. Fucked his brother last week. Add it to my tab. - Laurel Thorn
  • "I got nothing against the man personally, but he reminds me of a bad time and a worse place. Can't blame a man for failing to make friends in Hell." - Horace "Race" Ardent
  • "A man of simple desires with no requests for troublesome connections to any of our own. Now, if I could just get him to stop spouting sense ... " ~ Holly Poppet
  • "Judge is good at what he does. At the end of the day, even judges have executioners." - Renn
  • "I like him because he can create fire...but he kills it with ice. That makes me sad." - Ashe
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Rumors

Though he will never accept a bribe - goes absolutely against his very nature - it's said the Judge will never turn down tips for an appreciated verdict.

What does Ref Drago and green-eyed little boys have in common? Love for fresh baked pie, that's what..

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