-Jericho Maddox was born in the far west of Docruth on a rather secluded tribal island. They were rather far from being advanced, with the closest thing to interaction with the rest of the world being merchent ships that seemed to come and depart randomly. It was a simple exstance. The only thing that Jericho had to worry about was local wildlife, including the rumored Sea Sprite. (A creature Jericho still argues to have seen with his own eyes, no matter how many have called him crazy.)

Jericho's life, however, didn't remain all sunshine and roasted-pigs. His life took a sudden, eye-opening turn the night he had returned late from hunting. Against the setting sun, he watched as pirates burned his home to the ground, and took captives...including himself. The lot of them were stuck down in the cargo hold of the ship, with a few hand-picked for working up on deck. This is where Jericho got the dangerous job that he still dies today: being a rigger. It was his daily task This is where Jericho learned the skills of a rigger. It was his daily job to work the running rigging, and unfurl the sails. As time went by, he had gotten rather proficient at it. Not to mention, any fear of heights were thrown out of the metaphorical window.

Soon, his family and friends were sold off, if not killed by sickness or sword. The only reason he was still left, was because of his skills on the mast. Of course, it wasn't exactly an appreciated notice of skills. Jericho was determined to see this boat full of homewreckers burned down by his hand. Sadly, he didn't get the chance. One bad port raid later, the captain was soon for the gallows, and Jericho made a break for freedom.

As years went by, Jericho Maddox made name as a hired-soul. If people needed a job done, Jericho was the man. If they had the pay, Maddox could do it. His best category harped on his honed agility. Theiving, simple rigging, and on one occasion, prison breaks. With a mix of quick-wit, reckless abandon, and sheer luck, Jericho Maddox was one of a kind: a pirate for hire. Illiterate...but skilled.



Respect: Jericho sails to gain money, and have perilous adventures, but not just for those things in themselves. Jericho does it for respect. For the stories he'll tell. Somewhere in history, he wants to go down with glory...just like Cap'n Redcap.


-The feature that stands out the most, is definetly Jericho's hair. The dark black has been shaved in the front with designs that reflect his tribal upbringing. The rest hangs rather unkept from the back. Wild and untamed, his futile efforts to give it any style only seem to make more of a tangled mess.

Jericho's body is the usual built tone that this way of life will give you, plus a couple darker spots from the deep bruises being a rigger will give you. (Falling is in the job description.) Other than that, it is noted that Jericho is a few inches shorter than the average crew member.

As for outfit, he tends to go shirtless very often; another tribal habit most assume. When clothes are necessary, they don't alter from the usual buccaneer's get up; a leather vest with a long-sleeved cotton shirt under.








-Rats. Those little diseases never seemed to learn to piss off. First snatching up his bread, and now, gnawing at his feet while he slept. Jericho lashed out, punting the furry creature as soon as it decided to sink it's yellow teeth into him. It let out an admittedly adorable
squeak as it skidded and scampered off.

Jericho Maddox yawned, taking in his surroundings. Still the same same dark, dank, and damp as before. The usual set up of a prison cell. The only thing different, was that he was left to fester in this one...or, that was the plan. Have him rot away, perhaps plead for freedom. Perhaps sit and starve until he prayed for the gallow's sweet release. Instead, he sported a broad smile.

Today was the day. It was only a matter of time before things started to get interesting, and he knew it. It was the reason his focus remained fixated on 'window' of his cell....watching. Waiting. Grinning, as he spotted the ship. It let fly its flag, nothing but blank red, and prepared in broadside position.

"Ladies and Gentlemen...Jericho is leaving the building..."

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