Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Human
Tier: D-tier
Class: Beast Tamer
Age + Birthdate: 24, June 6th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Personality: A rather easy going type person at first glance. Jericho chooses often to approach things with a more easy going style of things. A careful calm we can work this out style of attitude that had gotten him out of quite a few jams in the past. Usually forgiving and kind when in more public or casual circumstances.
However with a more callus or cold demeanor when it cam to business or his work. Learning long ago to see both his little hunters and the people he went after as either tools or merchandise to simply be reclaimed. Those meant to die were usually easily dispatched regardless of age or condition. Those that were required to be returned brought back no matter their begging or pleading words. Jericho himself knowing when to be cold as well as when to show heart. Watching for the best time and opportunity for each possibility.
As far as his loyalty goes however. To an employer of current duties or allies of any current agreement. He almost always stays strong and steadfast to complete his job and requests of his allies. Just as for his reputation his word is his bond. If he says he's gonna do something or is paid to do it he'll try to ensure he carries it no matter what. However if lied to or tricked he isn't shy about returning with a bit of payback. But being a man of his word and somewhat loose morals. He finds it suits him perfectly for gaining the trust of people who need things done who aren't always on the up and up as they say.
Also he has a small book and set of records data on targets slaves or otherwise. Records the missions after them as well as how it came to conclusion. As well as small comical sketches on how they were handed over or how they met their ends.
Likes:
-Loves money and receiving proper if not ample reward for a job or his services.
-Likes to be in charge with a silent authority. Prefers to give the orders rather then take them.
-Enjoys getting his way and having power over others in most situations.
-Loves women of all kinds, races, and nationality.
Dislikes:
-Being defeated, made a fool of, or robbed in anyway.
-Hates being forced under anyone else's command.
-Hates bad service or those that disrespect him.
Aspirations: To be rich simply put. To be allowed to gain great funds to never have to work again like he's always had to. From the dingiest places to places of great refine. To be able to one day gather enough gold to create a new name and life for himself to enjoy life as he see's fit. With women, A large house and staff to fill it, An all the food and wine he can force into his gullet until his final days. A great many people want rather complex dreams and hard to reach goals. But he always preferred the more simple realistic dreams... At least to a extent.
Phobias/fears: Losing it all or dying before he reaches his goals. Or having his reputation lost to him. For people like Jericho falling out of reputation with those that supplied you with merchandise or jobs to make money could mean the end of ones life. Without money or faith you could complete a task you aren't really worth anything to those that have the work one requires. There is often precious little time to track down a runaway slave or someone that knows there's a price on their head. Reputation and the funds for expenses are the life blood sometimes when it comes to this kind of life.
Face-Claim: Gilgamesh, Fate(Series)
Hair Color: Aqua
Eye Color: Aqua
Height: 180cm - 5'11
Weight: 81kg {179 lbs}
Appearance: A rather young looking yet strong looking individual. Jericho tends to carry himself with a calm and well postured standing. His clothes when moving around more casually usually cleaned in a attempt to look more refined then he actually is. Trying to blend in with those around him or above his station. Finding if people saw a cleaned and well dressed man they often believed such was the case. After all people tended to believe what they wanted believe after all.
Beyond his hunting gear or decent within town clothes. Jericho is a rather tonged and agile framed bodied indvididual. Carrying a few scars from a few close calls. But most of them often covered and only rarely seen to those few he may ever travel with. Or to those slaves, or people he pays for services a bit more intimate then just a drink or dance.
Rukh Alignment: White Rukh
Special Features: He has several scars along his ribs and chest that he keeps well hidden. He prefers to not allow people to ever see his old wounds. His back as well carries several lash marks from when he was a boy.
History: A little unsure where exactly he was born. Jericho's memories are a mixture of several lands and moving along with everything from merchant caravans to slaver groups. Making himself useful from a young age and finding work as a running boy. Carrying messages and doing menial tasks for minor coin and food and lodgings.
It really wasn't until his late teens until he'd in a sense move up the latter in position. During a rather small slave revolt that occurred in the travels of one of his current employers. He'd have come face to face with one of the young slaves trying to escape while several others tried to do battle with quickly tired but assembling guards in the night hours.
There was a small scrap between he and the boy when he tried to call out and alert the others. By some luck he managed to gain the upper hand ad subdue the boy and with a quick wit and moving off adrenaline caved his head in with a near by stone. Earning him mild recognition after the uprising was quelled and some allowance to train alongside the other guards and would be hunters.
It was within said training he was taught the ways as well to lead animals and other assorted beasts to aid in the hunt and taking down of runaways or escaped merchandise. Discovering later some of his training as well to help him gain the skills to help work off what he 'owed' for the boy he'd slain. A sum paid off in the days after.
But the skills he'd learn would stick with him and aid him in what he saw as a rather lucrative career path. It wasn't really hard to believe that each slaver he'd come across would have some issues with runaways. Or each town he'd pass might have one or two that escaped from a local noble or even minor mans house. There would be good money in keeping up such a career. So such was what he did. Taking a rather simple mindset to it as his rather simple story continued in the pursuit of trying to better his coin purse and his status by dragging in others kicking and screaming back to their own less then favorable fate.
Role-Play Sample:
Taking a long drag of his hand rolled cigarette Jericho couldn't help but chuckle lightly counting out the small amount of coins on the nearby table. A few blood stains still left upon his shirt as well as set in stain or two of dust. "That's the second time this week you've had me track those two down. You gotta get a better handle on those kids. Otherwise they'll just keep running... But on the other hand that just means you'll keep making me rich." He'd say letting a lightly smooth grin slither across his lips almost like a snake through the grass.
"A few lashes and a few days without food will teach them. You know as well as I do sometimes the younger ones just take longer to learn their place." The old gruff man sitting on the other side of the simple table would say. Scratching at his chin and letting out a long sigh. Almost as if he had more to say on the subject he'd shift lightly in his seat but seem to keep it to himself.
Jericho just smirking and letting out a light chuckle. Kids were always good money usually. Most masters didn't have the gull to mark them up too bad. An it was just those ones that still had a decent sized heart he loved. It meant he'd get repeated work for their leniency. Without the added fear the more that ran away meant the more he could track down. "Well it is what it is. Sorry for the marks on the other one... Sometimes the critters get a little crazy when they fight. I'm sure it'll heal in time. Although the scars on her face might effect her value..." He'd say flicking a couple coins back to the old man. "For your losses or on the kid. But anyway if you get any more work... You know where to find me." He'd say with a grin.
Rising up and dusting himself up and trying to dust off some of the dirt that stuck to the blood stains that wasn't his own. Tucking the coin pouch at his belt and smiling as he thought of just where to go to treat his parched thirst as well as a few other desires he felt often after a good hunt.
[ooc: Hope it doesn't look too bad. I'm not overly well versed in this fandom and world. Hopefully the char doesn't look to bad or at least fits in fairly well.]
