Judith
"For the West, mercy is a strange passion; one they follow at the expense of strategy, of humanity, and ultimately of reason. With me it is merely good manners. The desert has drunk more blood than you or I can ever imagine; judge for yourself which motive is the more expedient." - Aden Mansour, PhD, University of Algiers Professor of Art History and Antiquities
"American-born USAF brat educated abroad" might explain her hard-to-place accent. The daughter of an officer, she became one herself before joining the United Nations as a Peacekeeper deployed variously to Algeria, Darfur, Mali and Lebanon over several years under the UN's initiative to promote women as "active agents of peace in armed conflict." Her honorable discharge following a formal report to the UN General Assembly landed her in Paris. If she warms up to you, she'd say she has come to Los Angeles because she prefers warm desert nights to any other, loves the city and surrounds for its sheer size, its cultures, its staggering opportunities and its life-and-death vibrancy.
- Now in Town : A relatively recent arrival in Los Angeles (by way of Paris and Algiers) Judith has been in town long enough to buy herself the sweet ride she's always wanted. Proprietor of the Zavarka coffeeshop.
- Poetry : Judith frequents bookstores, flatly avoids readings and hauls around a battered limited-edition Moleskine.
- Algeria : Home away from home, if she ever had one. Many years across northern Africa have left her with both fond and haunting memories.
- Paris, and the Art World : She once arrived in Paris for a grueling UN hearing and stayed for the night life. Judith has financial and curator/collector interest in three small art galleries in Paris (La Muse Froide, L'Ancien Moderne and the White Mughal).
- Cello and Bass Guitar : She can passably grind on either one.
- Ballroom and Bull-Dancing : With remarkably generous definitions of each. With or without a blade.
- The sin of pride : Easily touched, rarely soothed.
- Sekhmet : If you know, you know. Also: Odile, at least two of the Mares of Diomedes, chercher la femme, failed poet, warrior poet in the making.
Demeanor | Mediator. |
Apparent age | Mid-thirties. |
Build | A lean 5'10" |
Affiliation | The Ivory Tower |
Occupation | Owner, Zavarka |
- Even though he's the one who did this to you
- You never thought to question why
- ...
- It's not like you killed someone
- It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
- Praise the one who left you
- Broken down and paralyzed
- He did it all for you
- Dance with the Sufis
- Celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain
- Lover, brother, bougainvillea
- My vine twists around your name
- Even the rain is sharp like today
- As you shock me sane