• Judith is very skilled in close-quarters combat, very proficient with a spear. She favours aerial combat, amazingly, and many of her "artes" — attack spells — are based around something that could be called "flying", because why not. She can jump a high distance to attack her opponents from overhead. With a substantial amount of arm and length strength, she either attacks with her spear or her shoes. (Here is a video of Judith's combat abilities, lifted straight from Tales of Vesperia.)


• Overlimit: In times of high adrenaline or emotion, Judith can go into overlimit. Essentially, it's a brief burst of arte-powered energy that renders her unstoppable for a brief period of time. When in overlimit, she does not grow fatigued like she would in regular, unassisted combat.


• Burst artes and mystic artes: When in overlimit, Judith can also access her mystic arte, Radiant Moonlight. It's a strong burst of electric energy pushed down in an overhead swing on her opponent, and deals a significantly punishing amount of damage. Burst artes are the precursor to mystic artes: stronger than regular artes, but not as powerful as mystic artes.


• Judith is also a skilled cook, able to concoct meals from basic ingredients and a rustic environment, and a renowned poker player with a world famous poker face.

When the weight of the city’s terror starts to sit poorly in her, Judith takes to the highest point she can. A tree, a rooftop, even a balcony. It helps to be closer to the sky, even as it feels more like a ceiing.

This place – Haven – holds her too tightly. Every day, a new potential threat, new loss, new damage, new opportunities. Do this, and everything stays the way it is. Do this, and all those privileges could be taken away. It’s a fine line and there are days when Judith hates it.

There are days when she thinks she might not mind it, either.

Her eyes skim green, and she knows it for fake green. Even paved sidewalks can start to look like grass when she stares long enough.

It could be terrible, and she knows it. It could be boxed in grey walls and the whims of a jailer. It could be starvation until death. It could be blatant, unrepentant cruelty.

Cruelty in disguise is only that much kinder – but it’s a margin she’ll take. It’s a prickly, bittersweet sort of hope.

Regardless, there are still days when she needs to be up as high as she can. She twists through tree branches, gentle with her efforts. She doesn’t especially want to hurt the tree, when it’s a much more accepting prisoner.