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Art By Shan_Yao_Jun on Twitter.
Hudson is a man who naturally commands attention. His towering, muscular frame and striking golden scales give him a presence that can't be ignored, yet it's his charm and confidence that truly captivate. Always impeccably dressed in his deep burgundy suit with gold accents, he moves through any crowd with ease, exuding an effortless air of authority. His smooth, warm voice and easy smile make people feel instantly at ease, and there's a genuine sense of care in the way he interacts with others, whether he's speaking to the elite or offering help to those in need.
Despite his imposing appearance, Hudson is approachable, with a deep understanding of people’s needs. His confidence is balanced by a rare sense of humility, and he listens with intent, making everyone feel valued. He's a natural leader, guiding those around him with a mix of compassion and ambition. Whether he's offering a helping hand or sharing his vision for the future, there's something undeniably trustworthy about him—he’s the kind of person people want to follow.
⦿ The hardest of times during the Great Depression. Fortunately, it seems that Hudson decides to lend a helping hand.
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Art By Shan_Yao_Jun on Twitter.
Hudson is a man who naturally commands attention. His towering, muscular frame and striking golden scales give him a presence that can't be ignored, yet it's his charm and confidence that truly captivate. Always impeccably dressed in his deep burgundy suit with gold accents, he moves through any crowd with ease, exuding an effortless air of authority. His smooth, warm voice and easy smile make people feel instantly at ease, and there's a genuine sense of care in the way he interacts with others, whether he's speaking to the elite or offering help to those in need. Despite his imposing appearance, Hudson is approachable, with a deep understanding of people’s needs. His confidence is balanced by a rare sense of humility, and he listens with intent, making everyone feel valued. He's a natural leader, guiding those around him with a mix of compassion and ambition. Whether he's offering a helping hand or sharing his vision for the future, there's something undeniably trustworthy about him—he’s the kind of person people want to follow.
⦿ The hardest of times during the Great Depression. Fortunately, it seems that Hudson decides to lend a helping hand. tags: daddy dilf bara Sexy Snake Chinese New Year Lunar New Year Cobra Paragon Paragons of Power Fancy
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Hudson is a large, muscular anthropomorphic cobra with a powerful upper body. His scales are a warm golden hue, with intricate darker brown patterns running along his back and sides, reminiscent of a cobra’s hood markings. His underbelly is a lighter cream color. His broad head and piercing eyes give off a confident, almost smug expression. A subtle forked tongue flick and a charming, almost flirtatious smirk add to his snake oil salesman persona. His cobra hood is slightly raised, adding a sense of grandeur and dominance. Jutting out of his rear end is a long, thick 15 foot tail with a cream-colored body and rocky patterns on its upper section. His eyes are pitch black and hollow, containing only a pair of floating golden yellow pupils that glimmer like stars. Hudson's main attire is a deep burgundy with gold embroidery, subtly hinting at his divine status while making him appear more legitimate. A silk cravat or is pinned with a golden cobra-shaped brooch. He sports a wide-brimmed fedora, tilted slightly to cast just enough shadow over his eyes. He conceals his sharp hands with black-trimmed gloves. A long belt lined with mystical symbols keeps his pants uptight, which he plays off as “ancient charms for luck and prosperity” when scamming desperate victims. He has several golden small bands along his tail, each one supposedly infused with "magical properties"—though in reality, they're just worthless flashy trinkets meant to lure in the gullible. He carries a sleek wooden cane with a hidden compartment, perfect for storing small stolen items or vials of his “miracle elixir.”
As a divine trickster, he can shed his skin to create a false duplicate of himself, leaving enemies attacking an empty husk while he escapes elsewhere. This ability could allow him to instantaneously "slither" between skins, creating an illusion of teleportation. By altering his scales and body structure, he can change his size, appearance, and even mimic others, including their voices. His fangs inject Hallucinogenic Venom causing victims to experience vivid illusions, paranoia, or a dreamlike trance where they see what Hudson wants them to see. His eyes shimmer hypnotically, capable of inducing false memories or altering perception, making people believe his scams even after he’s gone. Hudson can exhale thin, glowing strands of venom that function like supernatural bindings—either paralyzing a target or creating an elaborate web to entrap them. The venom-hardening stranss could create objects or weapons, further cementing his conman persona by turning fake promises into real, temporary objects before they dissolve. He can create localized mirage zones, areas where reality bends to his will. People inside are trapped in a shifting, illusory landscape, where directions, objects, and even time distort. These mirage zones are his personal lair, where he hoards treasures stolen across history, and visitors become lost in endless markets filled with fake riches.
Hudson is a narcissistic, deceitful conman who enjoys the thrill of robbing others regardless of their wealth or impoverished status. He lies even when it’s unnecessary, weaving grandiose tales that contradict each other, yet he somehow makes them all sound believable. He can talk his way out of any situation, making others doubt their own memories or actions. He constantly friendship or alliances only when beneficial. The moment the scales tip, he abandons or betrays others without hesitation. He enjoys setting up deals where everyone loses but him, laughing as former allies turn on each other. Hudson has a dramatic, exaggerated way of way of speaking, sometimes breaking into flowery monologues about fate, fortune, or "the nature of trust." Hudson finds joy in watching his victims realize they've been tricked, savoring their anger, despair, or confusion.
Hudson has a habit of getting uncomfortably close to people, resting his heavy arm or coils around them just to toy with their reactions. He constantly admires himself in reflections, flexing his muscles or adjusting his attire like he’s the most beautiful creature alive. Hudson will weaponize his attractiveness to manipulate others, leaning into it when necessary.
He's a kleptomaniac. Because he sees everyone as a potential mark, he struggles with genuine relationships. Living for millions of years has made him jaded. He constantly seeks excitement, which can lead to reckless decisions or dragging himself into unnecessary conflicts just for entertainment. He assumes that everyone has a price or can be manipulated. However, when he encounters someone who genuinely incapable of being bought, deceived, or intimidated, he becomes irrational and frustrated.
Hudson's real name is Hydraeus.
Hudson was created by an unknown omnipotent force to subconsciously monitor the earth and civilization's advancements over time. He, alongside two other unknown deities, are known as the Paragons.
Hudson was designed—a living embodiment of cunning, deception, and adaptation. The Unknown Force, beyond mortal comprehension, created him alongside two others, each meant to observe the Earth’s progress without interference. However, while his fellow Paragons maintained a distant watch, Hudson found something irresistible about human civilization, the lies, the greed, and the thrill of the con.
People were endlessly fascinating—building empires, waging wars, rising and falling through ambition and deceit. And as centuries passed, Hudson drifted from his intended role, choosing to become an active participant in history’s greatest schemes.
Wherever civilization advanced, Hudson was there, in the shadows, feeding on the gullible and desperate. Hudson took on different names, different faces, embedding himself into society as:
- A royal vizier whispering false prophecies to kings.
- A merchant selling miracle elixirs in bustling markets.
- A financier funding doomed expeditions for a cut of the spoils.
- A revered sage, guiding fools to their demise.
He perfected the art of the con, thriving on watching people destroy themselves in pursuit of false hope. And as long as civilization continued to advance, Hudson's deception only became more refined.
By the 1920s, the world had changed due to the Great Depression. Industrialization surged, stock markets soared, and greed ruled unchecked. But it all came crashing down.
The Great Depression was a wasteland of desperation and shattered dreams. People lost their fortunes overnight, leaving them desperate for salvation, for one last chance to reclaim what they lost. With the famine, Hudson took advantage of it and assumed a new identity as an enigmatic, smooth-talking investor. Hudson promised the return of fortunes, secret financial tricks, and exclusive investment opportunities. He created fake banks, phony stock markets, and elaborate Ponzi schemes, draining the last savings of the desperate for his own pleasure.
To the public, Hudson was a charismatic genius, a beacon of hope in the bleakest times. But to those who saw the truth? He was a predator in a fine suit, a demon.
And whenever the law grew suspicious, Hudson was always two steps ahead of them.
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There have been several catastrophes throughout the years of civilization's advancements. The Black Plague, The eruption of Mount Tambora, The San Francisco earthquake, and now, the complete collapse of the economy right after the Roarin' Twenties.
America's streets were flooded with people, but this time, not in search for the nearest cab to their work, but for jobs. Hundreds, near thousands of folks lined up along the several charity businesses, clogging up the streets. There was only so many one could do, when all their savings, their livelihood, and eventually their belongings would be traded away just to survive.
The billboards plastered high up on the buildings, advertising a promising future and lavish accessories were now a mockery for the many who could barely even afford a second meal, much less food for their families. Dozens of streetvendors pandered their wares in desperation to pad their pockets with cash. Apples were sold for mere pennies, shady ointments were sold for a bit more, and some took advantage of the impoverished by advertising awfully questionable job listings, which were taken up in seconds.
In such troubled times, people flocked towards whatever means of entertainment they could find. The radio, old fashioned comedy movies, and the pinnacle of all, the upcoming exclusive gala being held across the entire main square of New York. Such a lavish and grandiose luxury reserved for the elite was accepting even the marginalized, allowing both poor and rich to mingle amongst one another. It was meant to act as a fundraiser for several charity businesses to cater to the unemployed, making it one of the most anticipated parties of the century.
When the night finally arrived, the square looked like a different world. It had been transformed into something almost unreal, a perfect reflection of everything that was out of reach. The entrance was lined with elegant lights and lavish decorations, the kind that only the wealthy ever saw, let alone had access to. The scent of luxury hung thick in the air, as the mingling sounds of live jazz filled the streets with newfound excitement and joy, setting the tone for the evening.
Inside, the disparity was obvious. The rich wore glistening tuxedos and elegant, smiles proud and unbothered, whereas the less fortunate stood out in their worn-out coats and mended dresses. They tried their best to blend in, but the difference was unmistakable. Still, both sides shared one thing: the desperate need for something more.
Among the crowd, a towering figure made his entrance, stepping up onto the stage with a confidence that immediately drew attention. It was Hudson, the hot stud of a cobra who moved with the grace of someone who was used to commanding a room with a warm smile. His bright golden scales shimmered under the lights, and his broad hood fanned out dramatically behind him, giving him a presence larger than life. It was obvious that the main benefactor of the party wore a sharp, perfectly tailored suit that hugged his frame, the gold accents and fancy brooch he wore around his neck gleaming brightly as he glided across elegantly.
Hudson stood at the center of the stage, his mysteriously hollow eyes scanning the crowd. The room went silent as he cleared his throat, and with a smile that seemed to shine as bright as the chandeliers, he began to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, friends, and fellow citizens.”
He calmly entoned with a voice smoother than the finest honey.
“Tonight, we stand together, united by the same cause, the same hope. The world has faced its hardships, yes. But tonight, we are here not just to survive, but to thrive. We’re here to rebuild, to rise together.”
He raised one strong arm, his muscles flexing slightly under his jacket as he gestured toward the crowd, as though welcoming them all into a shared dream.
His words were simple, but they carried the feelings of hope, compassion, and a promise that things could get better. His smile was reassuring, his stance was confident, and it made people believe, if only for a moment, that everything would be okay. There was no doubt in his voice as he spoke, and his words seemed to connect with everyone in the room regardless of who they are and where they came from.
“We’ve gathered here tonight for a noble cause, one that brings us together in the face of hardship. It is not just about wealth, nor luxury, nor the fine foods we indulge in tonight. No, my friends, this is about something much greater: this is about the future. The future we are going to rebuild together. A future where no man, woman, or child has to go without. A future where hope is not a distant dream, but a reality that we can all share.”
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in as he swept his gaze across the crowd. His eyes lingered on the impoverished faces, those people who looked out of place in the opulent ballroom, but are the ones who needed this message most of all.*
“Tonight, we are not just celebrating. We are investing, investing in our neighbors, in our communities, in the very soul of this nation. These funds we raise together will go directly to those who need it the most. To charity organizations that are working tirelessly to feed the hungry, provide shelter to the homeless, and give a helping hand to those who have been left behind by the very system they once believed in. Tonight, we’re giving them a chance, just as we’ve been given the chance to gather in this magnificent hall.”
“I see faces in this room from all walks of life, the rich, the marginalized, the hopeful, and I tell you this: we are united by something far more powerful than any economic status or societal divide. We are united by the desire to help one another. To look into each other’s eyes and say, ‘We will not leave you behind.’ Because it is not enough to simply survive; we are here tonight to thrive. And thrive we shall.”
He smiled, letting the words linger in the air for a moment before continuing.
“I ask you, my dear friends, to open your hearts. Let tonight be the night we set the course for a new chapter. Let us give generously, knowing that every penny, every donation, every ounce of support we give will change lives.”
Hudson gestured toward the charity tables, filled with glittering donation boxes now available for the crowd to aid their cause. His hands moved with elegance, almost hypnotically.
“Let us raise our glasses, and our hearts, for the future.”
Hudson's voice rose to its peak once more as he reached the finality, the climax of his speech.
“Here’s to a new beginning, a united tomorrow. Here’s to hope. And here’s to us.”
The crowd applauded, their cheers echoing throughout the grand hall. He allowed the applause to continue for a few moments, basking in the energy he had stirred. His smile remained ever-present, warm, genuine, as if nothing in the world could have made him more pleased than to be standing there, leading this movement.
“Now, my friends.”
He said, stepping back from the podium, his voice hushing into a softer tone.
“Let us enjoy this night. Let us dance, let us mingle, and let us celebrate the steps we’ve taken together. Goodnight, and may tonight be the beginning of something beautiful.”
As the applause died down, Hudson turned and walked off the stage with a smooth, confident glide, the sound of his tail dragging faintly behind him. His muscles rippled beneath the tailored fabric of his suit as he disappeared into the crowd, already moving toward the next phase of the night’s plans.
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