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Jericho Van Heigen

"Respect me and I will respect you. . . if you don't. . ."

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a character in “Assassination Game”, as played by Green~Apple

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Name:: "It is but a humble name and yet in your presence it feels like my key to your heart. . ." Jericho Van Heigen
Nickname:: "If I tell you then will you promise not to leave me?. . ." "The Shadow of the Moon" or simply Jerry but he doesn't like that one so much
Age:: "Age is of no importance, it is the soul that defines your years. . ." Twenty Four
Gender:: "You can check if you'd like, but I suggest we go upstairs. . ." Male
Sexual Orientation:: "Forever will I be aiming at you with my arrows of seduction. . ." Heterosexual
Trade:: "It's just. . . full time. . ." Part-time bouncer and full time flirter (he really does make a living out of it)
Personality:: "I am who I am, and I'm sorry but not even your lovely self can change that. . ." Jericho is a flirting man who can be a kind, soft and charismatic guy one second and the next he can be a monstrous killing machine with no sense of power limitation. Jericho is a kind man who is honest but who doesn't like to show it because his kindness betrayed him once and costed him his faith in people. If anything you can rely on Jericho for anything, you can trust him with your life and you can be sure that he will never lie to you (he might hold back the truth though). The only problem is that Jericho is a broken man who can never trust anyone but himself, he acts like a social man with jokes that flow out of him mouth and a lot of humor who loves women and is very pretentious, but he's actually very lonely and broken inside.
Likes:: "My preferences are of no importance, now let's talk about you. . ."
βœ” Flirting
βœ” Women
βœ” Cold Temperatures
βœ” Clear nights (which are rare)
βœ” Apples
βœ” Drinking
βœ” Traveling alone
Dislikes:: "I don't usually like to repeat myself so remember well. . ."
✘ Bullies
✘ Being pushed around
✘ Being underestimated
✘ People who speak badly of him and others
✘ Tea
✘ Spices
✘ When it's too hot out
Fears:: ". . ."
~ Himself
~ Being cheated again (by a friend, a girl. . .)
~ Snakes
Crush:: "I will never again fall into that abyss of lies and treachery. . ." TBA. . . or not
Advantages:: "I've got some tricks up my sleeve. . ." Jericho has monster strength, it's mostly because of his anger issues but he has been working on controlling it by taking classes. He's also a very quick thinker and can work with anything to get out of a difficult situation.
Disadvantages:: "Alright, alright! Fine. . ." If Jericho get too angry, his mind goes blank and he goes berserk, he will destroy and kill anyone in his way and when he wakes up he doesn't remember anything of what happened. He also is unable to say no to a crying child or woman mostly when they're crying on him.
A Brief History:: "There really isn't much to tell. . ." Jericho was born with no parents, he was abandoned as a baby in the streets and an old man took him in and raised him for ten years before passing away. After that, Jericho found some small jobs to do and one day when he was waiting table he saw a girl being pushed around by a group of guys and that when it first happened, he went berserk and woke up in an alley remembering nothing of what had happened, but when he had gone back to the last scene he remembered the group of guys were dead as well as the girl. No one suspected him so he walked away. He then met a travelling man who taught him the basics of control and after a few month Jericho had learned everything he needed so that man left the city.
At seventeen, Jericho met a girl and fell in love, he thought it would last forever but after they slept together the girl told him that she only used him to sleep with him. Since then, Jericho has been doing the same with the other women, seducing them complimenting them with no true feelings and then sleeping with them. His nickname "Shadow of the Moon" comes partially from that, the fact that he acts kind and caring like the soothing presence of the moon but actually has no feelings behind it just like a shadow.
Appearance:: "There is no resisting this, just like I cannot resist you. . ." Jericho has blood red hair reaching the bottom of his chin and sometimes he put a green headband in his hair to hold his messily cut hair back from his smooth face. His eye is a lovely but not exceptional green and his other is covered with an eye patch because it was lashed and wounded with a knife an opponent once took out during his fight with him. His ears are pierced with small metal hoops. His body is covered in scars, new ones old ones and some that reveal themselves better when he is angered, like the scar on his left cheek which was his first scar ever. He has been cut by swords all the way to the bone and shot in the back and limbs but has always made it through. Some bullet scars still have the bullet in them. . .
Clothing Style:: "If you like it then I will always wear it for you. . ." He wears a casual black or white T-shirt with black pants or baggy jeans and then has a black and white vest with a turtle neck or a black trench-coat. He wear big black boots and always has the same head band and black gloves with the fingers cut. Sometimes, when its colder out, he wears a tan cloth that he uses kind of like a poncho, but other than that his clothing style is pretty basic.
Height:: "When I hold you I want you to feel protected. . ." Stands at 187 cm or 6'1"
Build:: "The law says you cannot touch, but I think your a very pretty law breaker. . ." Jericho has a ripped body, he's not skinny but he doesn't have any at either. He had the perfect shapes of his muscles, six pack abs, arms, V shape back, pecks. They are good sizes and they're not puffed up like balloons.
Distinguishing Features:: "We can fight, but remember that the audience never looks at the loser. . ."
~ His blood red, messy hair
~ His right patched eye
~ The scars all over his hands and fingers
Other Information:: "I'm telling you this because you're really special. . ." The other meaning of his nickname "Shadow of the Moon" is because of his con file. He's been in and out of jail several times, almost a year and a half for having almost half killed a group of men, five month for having destroyed a house (luckily no one was in it at the time) and he went to incarceration for having punched a woman on the face (she was being very persistent about wanting to sleep with him and he didn't want to). When you pronounce his nickname, it's usually what people will tell you first about him, and they only know about those times but Jericho has done much more than that it's only that he hasn't been caught every time.

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Jericho Van Heigen's Story

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"You working to night?" Jericho lived right above a prostitute's home whom he has used several times for a bit of pleasure and often she would ask if he was working once he left the building.

"Yes I am," Jericho winked at her and then went off in the pouring rain.
He didn't have a hood but his jacket was impervious to water and the club her worked at wasn't very far so getting a little wet wasn't going to be a problem. When he arrived at the club the bouncer he was replacing, Dylus, laughed when he noticed Jericho.

"You better be careful, womanizer," Dylus chuckled, which was really funny when he did because his face and large body was the scary type so you wouldn't expect a guy like him to ever laugh, "if you catch a cold you won't be making any money with those lusting women."

"Worry about yourself old man," Jericho pushed him aside so that he could get into the club.
He had to get changed into his black suit and he also dried his blood red hair with the towels placed on shelves in the changing room. When Jericho came back out, Dylus waved good bye then left for the night. Unlike Dylus, Jericho would speak with the customers and tell them about the new drinks or that they could ask for the DJ to play a song if they wanted, but most of all Jericho flirted with the women. He didn't care if they were already accompanied or not because even if they were half the guys they were with were too stupid to realize that he was flirting with their girl.
He passed out his number to the girls but never gave his address. He had made that mistake once before and well, she became his neighbor and a prostitute. Yup, you see who I'm talking about. And he didn't want to end up with hundreds of prostitute neighbors asking him everyday if they could have a lovely night together once again. Plus, the neighbors would most definitely get pissed off.

"Are those diamonds?" Jericho softly caressed the ears of a lovely woman wearing diamond stud earrings.
"Yes," The woman just stared into his eyes.
"You must have worn these just to make me feast on you angelic beauty," Jericho smiled at her before she left into the club.

The trick to flirting with out being caught too much is to do it once wait for a few girls to pass and say nothing then go at it again. Women are weak to exaggerated and sweet compliments but they aren't stupid. . . yet. Jericho had been doing this for years and he started to even get used to finding out a woman's job just by looking at her.

"What a beautiful ring you have," he lifted the hand of a small and frail woman and observed her large golden finger ring.
"Thank you," she answered shyly.
"And your hands," he kissed her hand then smiled at her, "they're so soft. You must do massages as your job."
"I do," she seemed surprised that Jericho figured it out.
"I wouldn't mind having one someday."

And just like that, Jericho got her number before she entered the club. It was getting almost too easy for Jericho and little by little he was losing his taste in love or even in feeling. He no longer wanted to image that he could meet a special girl because to him they were all the same. All they wanted were some sweet words, a tight hug and a good night and then they would just call him again for another magical time with him. None of the women he had even been with had gotten to know him, the only thing they liked about Jericho was his body, his charm and his face. They didn't care about who he was and so he wasn't going to care about who they were.

"Jericho! There's a fight at the end of the line!" Called a man who came to the club often.

Jericho cracked his knuckles and headed to the end of the line after telling everyone to stay where they were. It was two large and bulky men throwing punches at each other and they had even hit a woman who had nothing to with it all. Jericho grabbed both of them by their shirts and threw them out of the line. Jericho's boss had come out and took care of letting people in while Jericho took care of the two punks. They started attacking Jericho now but he didn't even need to hit them to hurt them. They were blinded by rage so all he had to do was use that brute force of theirs against them and soon they were both sitting on the wet floor exhausted and beat up.

"If you want to fight, you go to a fight club not a night club," Jericho glared at them and then called to his boss, "Call the ambulance!"

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Red sighs a long heave before exiting her room wearing a dress something like this. She brushes the skirt off wearing her hair down. Her red locks touch her chest as she begins her walk through the city. Men stare as she walks by and she smirks slightly. She wants nothing to do with them, of course. She never does. However, she decides to talk a gander at the resident brothel. It was something to do on her day off.

She brushes her red hair from her face, ignoring the many whistles she received from the men she passes. This was normal, unfortunately. They all wanted one thing. She always hoped that someday, they would be targets. Then she could rid the world of those dogs. In any case, she approaches the brothel and hears a commotion. Red carefully steps inside, leaning against a wall. She sees the two men lying on the floor and rolls her eyes. Idiots. Can't keep their hands off women as much as they can't keep them off their own gender.
"Call an ambulance! she hears a handsome man yell as he kneels by their sides.

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While his boss left to call for some help Jericho noticed that the woman who had been hit by one of the men was sitting on the ground still in shock and cuffing her cheek in her hand. The men where way too banged up to be able to move so Jericho went to assist the woman.
"Are you alright? Let me see your cheek," she removed her hand from the red bruising area of her face and Jericho gently caressed around it, "Don't worry, I'll bring you into the club and you can have free refreshments."
She nodded when he said that and he helped her up on her feet but held her around the waist in case she would fall. When he brought her inside he called to the barman to give her whatever she needed then he asked a group of other women to watch over her and he explained what had happened while dramatizing a little bit more so they would feel sorry for the damsel in distress.

Once Jericho was back outside, the ambulance had arrived and the bulky men were being taken away both on a medical rolling bed and with hand cuffs. Jericho couldn't help but smirk at the sight of it and hen he heard a familiar coughing laugh next to him. His short a plump boss smoking a cigar was also laughing and he pointed towards the men with his cigar.
"Once again you have fixed a problem without even breaking a sweat," he complimented, "Remind me to give you a higher pay."

"Thanks boss," Jericho smiled.
It wasn't long until the ambulance left and the sirens were no longer audible and then his boss went back inside. There was no one left in line to enter the club but Jericho had to stay outside in case some drunk a** holes decided to fight or whatever. Usually he got bored waiting outside and would go inside to flirt but at the corner of the street he noticed something. . .
Red hair? He thought to himself, And I thought I was the only one with red hair.

"Do you want to go in?" Jericho called out to the mysterious person at the corner of the street.

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"Do you want to go in?" the handsome, red-haired man asks her. She pushes her hair from her face and looks at him with her emerald green eyes.
"Is that an invitation?" she asks with a flirtatious tone. He was well-built and extremely attractive. This one she didn't mind if he gawked at her. She fixes her dress before looking up at him again.

"Quite the crowd you've got here." she says, "is there always this much rough-housing around here?" Red pauses before she speaks again,
"I mean, I know you guys like it rough, but this isn't what I expected." she laughs slightly at her joke.

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"Is that an invitation?"

It was a woman she had the almost the same blood red hair as Jericho but her eyes were a much more clear and pure green than his. Her voice was soft and confident and he could tell that she was flirting with him. A woman playing the flirting game almost as well as Jericho himself, he had never met a woman who ever played that game with him and he was instantly interested.
This is going to be interesting, he thought to himself with a smirk.

"Quite the crowd you've got here. Is there always this much rough-housing around here? I mean, I know you guys like it rough, but this isn't what I expected."

"Not always but often and that's why I'm here," Jericho answered and got closer hoping he would get a better look at her but he didn't come in too close or else his would see too interested and then it would look like he wanted her too much, "It's true, most men prefer being rough to show that they're the strongest but I'm not like that. Gentle and attentive with a successful finale is how I work."
Jericho wasn't only talking about his fighting but also of his way with women and he knew that she would understand.

When Jericho came closer again he noticed the woman's slender body, her soft face and sharp eyes with full lips. She was also wearing a short and ruffle white dress with a corset and some leather straps a little everywhere and one shoulder strap. She had a very nice steam punk style unlike many people but he had never met a woman with a steam punk style, the usual women he flirted with had a chic style.
Another thing this woman had that the other woman didn't have was confidence in her eyes and she even looked cocky.
This is really going to be fun, Jericho laughed internally.

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"It's true, most men prefer being rough to show that they're the strongest but I'm not like that. Gentle and attentive with a successful finale is how I work." Red smirks and walks into the brothel. The room is beautiful and she sees many scantily clad women walking around. Several of them are eyeing her as she steps in. She makes sure to work her hips as she walks in front of Jericho.

Red brushes her hair out of her face once again and turns her head slightly toward Jericho.
"So, what's there to do around here besides the obvious?" she asks with a slight smirk.

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He followed her inside and as she walked a bit further in he went to the counter and asked the bartender to give two White Russian drinks for himself and the fabulous woman with a very nice behind. Jericho was liking the look of things and even though there were so many other women he had been flirting with watching him, he didn't care about his number one rule. At that moment, he didn't nee to have several women, he only needed that red headed one in particular.

"So, what's there to do around here besides the obvious?" She asked.

"We drink," Jericho grabbed the two shots of White Russian and walked over to a table with two seats, "We talk and we start by what's your name?"

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Red knew Jericho had his eyes on her. She noticed he had stopped for a drink, so she waited for him to return.
"We drink." he says as he brings the shots back. He motions to a table with two chairs. Red walks toward it and sits in a chair, crossing her legs. She looks up at him again as he speaks.
"We talk and we start by what's your name?"
"Don't have one. People call me Red."

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When she sat down he slid the White Russian into her hand and lifted his own glass as if making a toast, "How could such an eye candy like yourself not have a name? Personally, Red isn't a very searched name for someone such as yourself."

Jericho laughed a little the drank down the whole shot of vodka mixed with cream and Kahlua which melted a taste of coffee over his tongue. It wasn't his favorite drink but he enjoyed it after having a fight, or more like repairing a fight.

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Red smirks and raises her glass when he does.
"How could such an eye candy like yourself not have a name? Personally, Red isn't a very searched name for someone such as yourself." Red takes a sip of her drink as he speaks.
"I suppose. Red is more like a nickname." she shrugs, "Isn't a very searched name for someone such as myself, huh?"

It was true, she was an orphan. Never was given a name but her nickname. She had been taken into the assassins guild at a young age and only knew herself by her nickname. It was better then nothing. And her nickname matched her hair. Which she liked.

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"I think I guessed that it was nickname," Jericho laughed, "How about I call you Nasrin, it's Iranian for 'rose'?"

Jericho smiled at her thinking about how she really did look like a rose. Her hair was red but inside she was filled with thorns that Jericho was prepared to avoid being cut by just to find out who she was. She was such an interesting woman and that was more than enough to catch his attention.

"Jerry! Another round?" Called the bartender.

"Don't call me Jerry!" Jericho barked back at him, "And yes, how about you bring us five shots of tequila each."

He grinned at Red and wondered how many shots she could take.

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Red smirks.
"I think I've grown fond of my nickname." she responds as the bartender brings another round. She downs one shot, then another as soon as they are placed in front of her.
"I warn you, I am a good drinker." she says taking another shot, "so what about you? Never got a name from you."

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"I think I've grown fond of my nickname."

She surprised him but suddenly chugging down two shots in less than a few seconds, but he smiled and took one himself, "Suit yourself, Nasrin."

"I warn you, I am a good drinker," she said as she took another shot, "so what about you? Never got a name from you."

Jericho was very impressed by how she drank but instead of trying to compete he just smiled as her then took in another shot, "I work here so drinking is like walking for me. My name is Jericho, but I'll keep my last name to myself."

It was precaution because the last time he gave his last name to a girl. . . he had to move far far far away so that she couldn't follow him because of traveling expenses. . . That very girl probably still knew exactly where he was right now which sent shivers down his spine so he took in two more shots of tequila.

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Red smiles at his answer to her drinking. She listened as he said his name.
"My name is Jericho, but I'll keep my last name to myself."

A switch clicks in her brain. Jericho. That name sounded very familiar. Under the table, she pulls out a paper, keeping it so he couldn't see. She inconspicuously scans the list of names and in the center she sees a name. Jericho. And here she thought she was going to have a day off. Well, looks like her trademark killing style wasn't going to kick in today. She loved her gambling, but she didn't always get to use that to get her kill. It was a shame, she kinda liked this guy.

"Fair enough." Red finishes off the shots on her side.

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He finished his shots then sat back in his chair feeling perfectly fine but also sensing a lot of stares on him and he realized it was all of those women he had flirted with at the entrance. This was going to be a problem, he didn't care about them anymore but he didn't want to have any problems so he smiled at Red.

"Want to get out of here? I know it's raining, but I know this nice place," he wasn't lying, there was this very nice place at the top of an abandoned building with a view over the fogged city and it was covered so the rain wouldn't get to them.

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Red knew she was being slowly lit on fire by the stares of the other women. She didn't care though. She could slash their throats in seconds so it was of no bother to her. This Jericho seemed to be popular with the women here. It was to be expected with his demeanor. He was kind and flirtatious, so any women who claimed a flirt as their own would want to kill any other women she saw 'her man' with.

"Want to get out of here? I know it's raining, but I know this nice place." Jericho speaks after finishing his drinks. She sees him smiling at her and she returns it. He was leading her to a secluded place where she could do her job. This was easier than she thought. It was a shame, she had to kill him. He seemed like a nice enough man. Attractive as well. Perhaps she wouldn't enjoy doing her job as much as she usually did. However, she nods to him as she stands.
"Of course. I'm anxious to see what it's like to not have my skin being burned away by stares of utter hatred." Red says with a laugh.

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"Of course. I'm anxious to see what it's like to not have my skin being burned away by stares of utter hatred." Red said with a laugh.

Jericho chuckled then grabbed his coat back in the dressing room before meeting up with her at the entrance. He asked her to follow him and he started to walk through the pouring rain toward the abandoned building. Inside it was all torn apart and it had such a desolate appearance but when he reached the top the were so many lights illuminating the sheet of fog draping the top of the city. The lights made the fog glow which gave a sort of cloudy sea image. Ever time he saw it it took him far away to all of the places he had been to and all of the things he had experienced.

"It's my secret spot so don't tell anyone," he winked at Red with a slight smile and a gentle gaze.