Jericho "Ironheart" Malone
"Flawless" was all that Archer said. Jericho looked almost insulted. "What else did you expect?" was his response to that. Jericho was damn good at what he did, and he knew it. He exhumed pride from his very being. Jericho simply stood by as Archer began his many attempts of interrogating the man. Archer's interrogations usually went from polite conversation to threats to, well, Jericho. Even though Jericho disliked that he was the last step of the more stubborn dirt bags of the world, he did what his Captain told him to do. Not blindly, never blindly, he just never really got a kick out of torturing people, though he was rather experienced with it.
Eventually the man caved in at the drop of Archer threatening to rape him. Apparently the next clue was in Redvale, that was as good a place as any to start......again. The group made their way out of the alley and the Captain offered the elf, who was apparently a male named Iris, to either join the crew or die. Jericho personally agreed with those choices, he knew too much now, so he either had to become an asset or a liability. Iris agreed to join them right when something Jericho had honestly had never seen in his entire life came trotting up, and that's saying something. What came up and started liking Iris was what Jericho could only describe as......a zombie bulldog. It's name was apparently Rusty and was Iris's companion. Jericho simply turned and gave Archer a look that said "I got nothing." He then gave a small chuckle at the sight he was witnessing.
When Iris introduced them to Rusty as People I don't know, Jericho realized they hadn't introduced themselves. "The names Jericho Malone, most folks call me Ironheart. I'm your First Mate." He said with a friendly tone. Suddenly, an oddly dressed girl came around the corner and wanted to know if they were the Fleet Foot Pirates and if she could join them. After 10 seconds of confused silence, the girl seemed to suddenly switch moods and began crying and sat down near the alley, drawing a circle around herself. Jericho, to say the least, had no idea what had just happened. This girl must have crazy mood swings or something, and how is it that she had heard of them? He didn't realize the crew was famous. He knew he was famous, but he didn't realize everyone else was.
Jericho just slowly turned to the Captain, showing his confusion. "Right then..........well. We got what we needed and I feel I need a touch up from Eris. You can deal with.......that." Jericho said gesturing to the girl. "And I'll take our new shipmate back to the Serpent and get him situated." He then leaned in closer to Archer. "Be careful alright, she seems, off." he then pulled back and began to walk back towards the docks, gesturing for Iris to follow.
After awhile, they finally made it back to the docks. Jericho gestured towards his ship to Iris. "There she is, Satan's Serpent. I know what your thinking, why the hell would anyone call their ship that?" He then gave Iris a rather off smile. "I'll let you figure that out on your own." His face froze in that off smile for a few seconds before laughing and breaking his expression. "I'm just messing with you, Iris. It's because we're pirates." he then walked across the gangplank to the deck of the ship, gesturing for Iris to follow. "Rusty shouldn't be a problem, just watch him around Aria, she's an animal lover and a bit........accident prone." He said, remembering some of the things that she had broken since the time she had arrived.
He signaled for him to follow, and made his way into the ship, towards the most likely place everyone was, the kitchen. He entered the kitchen with the usual authority he displayed and immediately found Aria with others. "Aria, this is Iris, he is a new addition to our crew. I want you to show him his room, just pick an empty one, and give him a tour. Just a tour, not a display of the cannons or how to work anything, just a tour. Do you understand me?" he said with a firm yet caring tone. It's the tone he used with Aria when he wanted her to pay special attention to him. He loved the girl to death but she was a nightmare.
He then turned to Ryder and placed the sack down on the table in front of him. "Got a present for you Ryder." He then pulled out the mechanical arm, with bits of flesh, blood and bone still lingering on the socket. "Fresh parts......and a claw, if for some reason you needed one." He told him. Ryder's personality caused him to immediately compare cocks with any man when a woman was near by. Jericho believed this stemmed from some deep seated insecurity from his childhood or maybe about his arm, either way, Jericho simply thought it was cute the way he saw him as a threat, as if he was going to get with every single girl on this ship. In all honesty, they barely ever really saw each other. Jericho rarely ate with the crew because....well, he didn't eat. So with Ryder being the cook, they didn't spend much time together.
Jericho spun around to see Lucas, who he gave an approving nod to and passed by a blond woman he had never seen before. This caused him to stop and spin around. He eyed the woman suspiciously, then raised a finger at her. "Who the hell is this?" he then turned to her. "Who the hell are you?" demanding answers from this stranger aboard their boat.