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Erik C. Partere

"Why should I trust you...? Those loud noises, the bright lights... Everything about you pisses me off."

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a character in “Powers”, as played by PoesRaven

Description

Age: 27

Power: Cellular Mimicry (Shapeshifting)

Side effects: Touchy temperamental, over alert senses such as smell and hearing, antisocial behavior


Appearance: Erik has short brownish gold hair, with bright yellow eyes. His skin is pale, with a slight hint of peach in it. His teeth are unnaturally white and his canines are slightly sharper than the rest of his teeth.
He is usually seen in a black button down London style jacket with collared shirts. He is more often than not seen with an animal of some kind, mainly a corn snake he calls Poe, whom resides in his coat pocket or in the collar of his shirt. His clothes remain unkempt yet aren’t visibly filthy, just ragged and worn.

Skills:
-Has the ability to shape shift into any animals he has been in direct physical contact with before.
-Can ‘speak’ to animals (By means of reading their actions and listening to their vocal patterns)

Other: Erik tends to growl and hiss at others very animalistic. He winces at bright lights and loud sounds and is very skittish towards fellow humans.

Personality

Personality: Erik, who used to be so warm and kind, has now turned cold and harsh to others. He doesn’t say much, nor go out of his ways to make friends. He is a wallflower type and will generally sit and simply watch everyone. He has an air of arrogance to him and will, if given the chance, act better than everyone else.
His motives are unclear…

History

History: As a young boy, Erik had always been a friend to animals. He was kind, loving, and seem to know exactly what the animals needed to be content and happy. His mother was also kind. She was thought of as an ‘old soul’; she knew beyond her years . She would always come home from her job as a florist with small flowers and different little leaves for her only son, Erik. She was the only real family he had, since his father was an American scientist that had been moved to Japan to study the effects from Fat Man. Erik saw him only once in his life, on his ninth birthday. Despite living an okay life, Erik had some difficulties in school. He was always picked on and fights seemed to follow him everywhere.
When he graduated high school, Erik moved out of his mother’s little house in Chicago, going to Washington state to study to become an animal doctor.
Two days before graduation, his mother was brutally murdered by an unknown assailant in their home. Torn, Erik went back to Chicago the same day, never to leave again.
Until the incidents started happening.
Erik left Chicago and moved to a small town, away from people. Frightened he would harm anyone else…

So begins...

Erik C. Partere's Story

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Character Portrait: Lucia Jacques Character Portrait: Arcanando Hamlet Character Portrait: Arach Calhoun Character Portrait: Erik C. Partere Character Portrait: Rolando Kiev Johnson Character Portrait: Jeremy Rico (AKA Jericho)
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Jericho woke up as someone threw him onto the cold ground of a cell. He had a slight amount of dirt on his face, and he looked a bit pale. The cell door was closed behind him. He could see two others in his cell, both slightly different from most people he has met. Their magnetic fields, anyways. Something made them different...more like him. He sighed, managing to slide over to the wall and using it to help him up. He was still wearing handcuffs. He was also not wearing any shoes, just a black T shirt and black sweatpants. He looked at the two others, but turned when he heard footsteps. He could tell there was another cell, probably holding more people.

The man who came went to Jericho's cell first. He looked at them , and said "Well well, what do we have here...Chris, Eric, and Jeremy. Or do you prefer Jericho?". Jeremy Rico, his full name, but everyone just called him Jericho. Jericho still had his back to the wall, his hands still behind it. He then continued "Now, there are two ways to do this. Willingly, or painfully. You can do what we say and follow us, or we can drag you along. It would be better if you came willingly....".

"Bastered" Jericho swore. Clearly his vocabulary is quite expansive. He then added "Don't try to deny it..."

This seemed to tick the man off. He then threatened "Do you want me to hurt you? Your ability to fly wont help you in here, and whipping was never actually outlawed...".

"Yeah, say that while I'm in here and your out there. Proves what a wimp you are". The man seemed to get angrier. He took out his gun from his holster and asked "Do you want me to shoot you in the leg? You are already handcuffed as is".

"Actually, the correct way to say that is WERE handcuffed..." Jericho replied, taking his hands out from behind him, one of whichwas holding handcuffs. The man looked surprised for a moment, but before he could do anything, he felt himself pinned to the wall behind him. Jericho looked at the cell door now, and focused. It began to shake and rattle a little, but then it was forced open. The gun floated to him, and took itself apart piece by piece. Jericho's eyes had a weird, momentary blue glow. A part of one of his side affects. It put itself back together. However, he then got a massive headache. He took the key, and unlocked the other cell. He then looked at the man. Jericho took the gun, and then whacked the man on the side of the head with it.

"And I prefer Jericho, if you don't mind....". He then looked at everyone else, randomly happy and energetic "Well that was fun. So, what's your names?"

(Epic starting post :D). (Anyone who joins later, we can work something out)

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Character Portrait: Arcanando Hamlet Character Portrait: Arach Calhoun Character Portrait: Erik C. Partere Character Portrait: Jeremy Rico (AKA Jericho) Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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The inside of Arach's cell was still and quiet. He had his bag with all his supplies, he was sitting, and he hadn't had anyone bother him for a while. Arach had taken to thinking during his imprisonment. It wouldn't have been so bad if the threat of molecular dis-assembly wasn't looming over his head. But it was time now. He had been there long enough. It was time to move on. He stood up but just as he was about to break out, there was a small scuffle outside. Most probably some super-powered punks escaping, or at least causing some sort of ruckus. The perfect cover. Stepping forward, Arach slung his bag over his shoulder and prepared himself for what he was about to do. With practiced motion he pulled up his left hand and bit his thumb, hard. He felt the hot, red splash of iron flavored life hit his tongue. Not a moment later he felt the roaring might of Dragons surge into his body.

The door they'd "secured" him behind was made of steel. It was pretty thick, but not think enough that he couldn't break out of it with his favorite Aspect. The Claws of the Dragon began to form on his hands. They'd been the first of his Aspects to manifest, and they always served him well. The claws themselves were black as night, but the scales on the backs of his hands, his palms, and up just a little past his wrists were red and orange with hints of tiger like stripes. The stripes were hardly visible, but if he'd consumed a little more blood, the claws would have been bigger, the stripes darker, and the scales thicker. "These are more than enough," he said quietly to himself. The claws were always sharp, always hard, and always ready to fight. He stepped up the the door and swiped at the steel before him. It didn't go through right away, but there was definite give. The doors were scratched and dented from the force of the blow and the sharpness of the claws. "Humph," he grunted, swinging his claws again, this time a little harder. The door gave completely, a man sized hole was rent in the steel. Putting his hands on either side of the tear and pushing hard, he felt the steel bend, then ultimately give and he pushed and tore his way out of the cell.

Stretching his arms slightly, he noticed he was actually a little tired. "I hate getting old," he grunted quietly to himself. Strangely enough, there was no full scale riot before him like he'd expected. Instead, there were two armed guards attempting to usher him back into another cell. Growing tired of their little whims, he turned around as if to play along with their game and suddenly, ducked close to the ground. As he'd expected, they hadn't pulled out their guns, and their eyes were plastered on the cell they were taking him to, so when he ducked, he vanished. Taking his stance along the way and spinning on the balls of his toes, he faced them directly, and rising quickly he turned his clawed hands into spear-like appendages, aimed directly at their throats. They died instantly. Pulling his claws from their limp bodies, He'd realized his three minutes were up, if he wanted to, he could end the surge. Hiding one's real strength is the only sure way to gain essential surprise and victory. He used his claws to scratch his arms, high on the shoulder under his shirt. Accepting the blood, the claws shrank down into his hands and the scales faded. Looking down, he felt the after effects take hold immediately. His hands felt weak, his fingers shook, and his hands just felt weak. He'd cut off the power as soon as he could to minimize the effects, but it still hurt. He felt his energy drain and he staggered for a moment. Standing up again, he knew he wouldn't be able to use his hands for a little over five minutes. Walking around, and shaking off the pain, he surveyed the jail.

The jail, while not large, was impressive; it was made to contain monsters like him, it had to be. While it was no large feat to stay hidden, with all the shadows and archways, Arach managed to sneak around and gather some intel. The doors to the cells, and exits, were thick and heavily guarded, and there were several patrolling men. The best way to get out would have to be through the windows in the cafeteria, if he could get someone to break them, he'd be home free.

Though his ears could have been playing tricks on him, he'd definitely heard shouting before he'd broken out. "Oh well," he thought to himself, "I was getting bored here anyway." Down the hallway from where his cell was, where he'd thought he heard shouting, he saw a guard lying down on the floor, and the door to a cell open. "Perhaps I'm not the only one who's getting bored of the cafeteria food," he chuckled. As he made his way, he though about what he'd say to whoever was behind the door. While making friends was the best option available to him now, and he needed to keep moving, "trusting" complete strangers was still dangerous. "No regrets, no trust. If I need to kill them, I need to kill them." He thought to himself. As he walked closer to the cell, he heard soft voices. "The prisoners planning an escape?" He asked himself. Walking in through the door, and putting on a not so gruff face, he said to the young men inside, "I take it you both are as eager to get out of here as I am? I don't know about you, but being a government experiment doesn't exactly sound like my idea of a good time." They were all so young, their lives ahead of them, he hoped he wouldn't have to end their lives as he had dozens of other young men.

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Character Portrait: Lucia Jacques Character Portrait: Arcanando Hamlet Character Portrait: Arach Calhoun Character Portrait: Erik C. Partere Character Portrait: Jeremy Rico (AKA Jericho) Character Portrait: Chris
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Chris rubbed a dark bruise on his arm as he watched the scene unfurl before him. First, he had been in here alone, with nothing but the sound of the guard’s heartbeat to keep him company. It had been nice… quiet. He had lashed out at one point and hit the brick wall in his anger, bruising his knuckles. But it wasn’t his fault. The guard refused to stop humming. It hadn’t done him any good though. All he had now was no way out and bruises. But the humming was nothing compared to this.

When the first person had come in, Erick was his name; it hadn’t been bad at all. Turns out that this man wasn’t too bad. He had a strong heart and he kinda breathed a bit loudly (anything else would have indicated a problem with his lungs), but he didn’t talk too much.

It was only when Jericho joined them that shit really hit the fan. First, he was thrown into the cell; a loud thud. Then came the talking and the sound of clothing having something drawn against them (the noise of a gun being pulled out of the holster), and a soft thump, and metal rattling, and more talking. At this point, Chris had his eyes closed and his lips pressed together tightly. The next few minutes where a stress induced blur

He was huddled in the corner of the small dirty jail cell when a girl’s voice penetrated his shields. ““Sorry to interrupt, but you guys should probably quiet down, if you don’t want anybody to come in and see you.” Chris smiled bitterly at the first few words. These were his thoughts exactly. Except his went along the lines of shut the fuck up, nothing as nice as what she had said. When the other people didn’t listen, Chris found himself standing up off of the floor. He winced as the sharp sounds of voices hit his ears like a ton of bricks.

“Excuse me,” He began in a low, measured voice, “I don’t mean to interrupt, but if you guys could just shut up, it would be really fucking nice.” He paused for a moment, listening. “If you guys want to leave, the guard a few cells to our right is asleep, it sounds like two other guards are alarmed by the noise over here, and traffic is heavy right now. Oh, and it’s warm with a chance of rain. Just get out” He rubbed his temples to get rid of an impending headache. Usually, he wouldn’t be this… helpful, but right now he just wanted them to get out and be quiet.

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Character Portrait: Lucia Jacques Character Portrait: Arcanando Hamlet Character Portrait: Arach Calhoun Character Portrait: Erik C. Partere Character Portrait: Jeremy Rico (AKA Jericho) Character Portrait: Chris
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They were all just staring at him, just as he was studying them. There was a tall blonde man sitting, wincing as people spoke, he appeared to be very sensitive to sound. There was another blond man, skinny and just shorter than him who spoke to him, "I've been here for months. All there is to see is the same uniformed people walking by and the concreate walls. I think we ALL want to get out and see the world again. And I think working together might be a great way to get out of here." There were two...children... in the cell. What was the world coming to where kids were being thrown into jails like this one? Finally, there was a short blonde woman who whistled on her way into the cell swirling some keys around her finger, stolen off a guard Arach presumed. The sitting blonde man told them all to shut up, that there were guards on their way, and that the guard to the right was sleeping. They all just sort of stood there in silence for a moment. No one was willing to take charge. So, Arach decided he could be the one to lead, he appeared to be the oldest, he was definitely not the smartest, but he'd been in this kind of situation before, and he'd already formed a shadow of a plan. Time to go. "Well," he whispered, "if our sitting blonde friend is right, then we take the right to the cafeteria and bust through the windows. They're the safest bet. If all else fails, I can cause a big diversion for about 15 minutes and we can all get away... hopefully..." If the sitting man was right, the path to the right would be a nearly unmolested path to the cafeteria where he could break through the window and they could all get out. Still whispering, he said, "I'm sure by now, you've all noticed the dead guards. I can kill more if I need to, but I would prefer not to. If anyone else has any combat based powers, lead the way with me and we can take out problems as they arise. If no one's got any other questions or concerns, we should hurry up and leave. This kind of chance won't present itself to us again. We could get out of here without any more casualties. So let's all move out." He walked to the entrance of the cell, scanning for more guards and when he saw none, he looked back towards the group in the cell and waited for their reaction.

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Character Portrait: Lucia Jacques Character Portrait: Arcanando Hamlet Character Portrait: Arach Calhoun Character Portrait: Erik C. Partere Character Portrait: Jeremy Rico (AKA Jericho) Character Portrait: Chris
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Jericho looked at the man on the wall, all the people, and he was getting a headache. Which made it very uncomfortable. All of a sudden, he was floating in the air, randomly, for no apparent reason. Well, actually, his reason was to get them all quiet. Which hopefully worked.

Thats when he said "Names Jericho. Now, my plan is simple. I am going to walk out of here, buy some ice cream, and get out of the country. Maybe il get a summer home in Australia.....or Switzerland. Never any wars there....or real conflict...." He then noticed the papers the gu pinned to the wall had on them. he took them, and opened up the folded paper, noticing it is in Egyptian. The man said "What, can't read Egyptian?" "No, just a bit rusty. 'Prepare all captives for transport, all of them. I am aware you will have about 8-9 by the time you get this, so I have sent 4 big vehicles of some kind for you. And make sure they are all sedated for transport. Especially that one bird kid,,,,' Really? Bird? You couldn't have used a better word? Does it look like I have wings to you?" The man was still shocked he could read Egyptian.

"So, lets get out of here before those reinforcements come then...." he noted, beginning to walk one way, before turning around and noting "I spent two summers in Egypt. I kept running out of books, so I taught myself Egyptian. There was plenty of writing on the walls...and a few fun traps....I found this nice amulet in one of them...." He then took out a nice Golden Amulet with a Ruby in the dead center. Notably, the amulet itself was in the Egyptian Symbol for Power.

"And no. It does not raise the undead....." he added, in a softer, slightly annoyed voice

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Character Portrait: Lucia Jacques Character Portrait: Arcanando Hamlet Character Portrait: Erik C. Partere Character Portrait: Jeremy Rico (AKA Jericho) Character Portrait: Reason McClain Character Portrait: Chris
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Jericho couldn't help but stop and flinch when the girl said "little boy". Lesson One: Don't call Jericho Little. He turned around and glared at her, screaming with rage "I AM NOT LITTLE!". Though, it was an obvious fact he was. He then turned around, and noted "Lets get out of here....". Well, now Reason ticked Jericho off. That's always a good idea (insert Sarcasm here). He then noted "Now, I was not joking about the walking out the front door part. That's our way out. Its just like a friend of mine once taught me. 'Es gibt immer einen Ausweg'. Translates to 'There is always a way out'. Good friend. Great Drinker. So, anyways, all we have to do is make them think we are going out the back way. We then walk right out through the front door. I can open the gate, all we need to do is get outside basically.

Of course, this was followed by two more voices he could barely here in the distance. Both speaking German. "Their not prison guards, they are talking about a huge money check. Probably hired to try and keep us from escaping....". He looked back t Hamlet, then sighed again. "Last year, my dad was busy with a lot of business trips, so he hired a German sniper to teach me how to shoot and how to speak German. Its complicated." He then added "Interesting spring break though....". That resulted in a smile. His first real smile this entire time. He then loaded the gun. "Note. There are 3 people in a German Squad Team, not two....this is a trap".

"And if we get through this, I might just tell you the rest of my life...and how I know these things".

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Character Portrait: Lucia Jacques Character Portrait: Arcanando Hamlet Character Portrait: Erik C. Partere Character Portrait: Rolando Kiev Johnson Character Portrait: Jeremy Rico (AKA Jericho) Character Portrait: Reason McClain
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While the little ones were debating the best course of action, Arach was recharging. He listened intently to their plan. It was by far better than his, but then again, Arach knew only destruction. He looked around, while there was no clock, he'd felt that by now his six minutes were up. Looking at his hands, the skin had returned to it's slightly tanned color. Arach could use his powers again. Looking up from his momentary meditation, Arach saw that they were beginning to move. They planned to make a gun float and turn everyone invisible to conserve stealth. While it was a worthwhile strategy, Arach had a better idea, though, by nature, Dragons are much more prone to battle. Arach spoke up, "Save your energy little one, I'll deal with the guards. I'll also cause I diversion. Head over to the guard's lounge in exactly one minute. I'll meet you there. Be sure to save me a large jug of water if you can find it. I'll give the guards something to worry about besides us." Arach new that this particular aspect would cause him a large headache, but it would cause the best distraction and allow the others to sneak by unassailed. He could meet them later and they could get out. If he couldn't meet up with them, he could still bust his way out on his own. "It's about time you learned a little about me, and the reason this Old Dragon was captured. My powers are very dangerous. Even to me, but they are incredibly useful and if harnessed, they could grant unlimited power to the one who seeks it." Arach said. He pulled a small knife from his bag, this would require a lot of blood and a whole lot of water. "To your good health little ones," Arach grinned as he slit his palm with a long shallow gash. Making a fist, and holding it above his open mouth, Arach drank his blood until the shallow wound closed. "Blegh, it always tastes terrible, guess you are what you eat, eh?" He chuckled. He felt power roar to life inside him. Focusing on the most recognizable Aspect of a Dragon, Arach called forth the Flaming Breath. Thick, flat scales formed over Arach's throat and mouth. They were deep red, and black stripes crawled up his neck. Bending down and pulling on the bullet proof vest of the indisposed guard beneath him, Arach turned back to the group. "This place is about to have a little fire hazard," Arach growled, letting relentless heat rampage from his mouth as he spoke. It wasn't so hot as to melt anything, or burn anyone standing to close, but it was very hot, it could easily be felt by all in the room. "Wait one minute then head to the guard's lounge. I'll meet you there in 8 minutes."

Not waiting for their response, Arach bolted from the room. Turning immediately to the left, Arach bolted headlong into the heart of the Jail. He was met by a few measly guards, but he didn't care. They'd vaporized when he blew on them, and unleashed the raging inferno from his Jaws. Incinerating guards he met along the way, Arach headed toward the control center of the Jail, away from the cell with the little ones. As soon as he reached the main hub, he roared in fury, finally pulling the real stopper from the veritable river of lava waiting to be set free from his gullet. The placed went up instantly. He took a few shots to the chest in the process, but his new vest was very handy in deflecting them. Loosing his flames a few more times for good measure, making sure the bulk of them were aimed towards the video surveillance system, he hedged his bets and ran. By now, the little one's had made it to the lounge. There they would be waiting for him for five minutes before leaving. Hopefully. Not wanting anymore time to be wasted, Arach turned off his flame breath. The flames from before didn't settle easily, they now ravaged his throat, and as he stumbled from the drain, he felt himself become immensely thirsty. Fighting hard to stand, Arach began walking to the lounge where the group was planning to meet. He was thirsty, and tired, but the jail had more pressing matters to deal with than a weakened old man and a small group of supers attempting an escape. The main control hub was in a blazing inferno, and the video surveillance control was at least severely hampered. if they could find him under all that mess, while putting out the fires, they deserved to catch Arach. Arach had used his flame breath for roughly 5 minutes. He'd have to take it slowly for 10 minutes before he could be of any use again. It would take him another 5 minutes to get to the lounge. He'd work hard to make it there sooner, but he was just so tired. Hopefully there was water for him, and hopefully, they'd saved it, his little ones. They weren't actually his kids, but he couldn't help but feel... Protective of them, they deserved a better life than this. The poor children. Still struggling along, Arach continued to make his was to the guard's lounge, where water, and a jailbreak was waiting for him.

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Jericholooked at everyone. He was overwhelmed by all the people. However, he snapped back into his stubborn setting. "Okay, I just think we need to clear up what at least most of us are thinking. We all have powers. We are all here because of our powers. Therefore, I think we need to stick together. Now, first step is getting out. I'm ready when you are. We also need to find some sort of transportation. Anyone have any ideas?". He also began levitating the gun, ready.

That's when an alarm went off. It was from the complete other side of the prison, and all the guards began to run that way.

Jericho went forward. "Let's go!". He ran towards the door, but the power then went out. Backup lights quickly kicked in. "Did we do that?" Jericho asked, considering the whole group as one now. He could hear gunfire. He quickly went towards a window. He could see a group of people in the courtyard. They had similar electromagnetic waves to their own. But they were not any of them. They were other escapees. One launched a fireball, while the other was shooting some sort of bone spike.

But they seemed different then them. Ruthless, angry, and merciless.

"What's going on down there?". Jericho found himself slightly terrified of them. He saw them kill a group of guards who tossed down their weapons and surrendered. Then he resettled himself, and noted "We should go now. We can't wait. More people might be comming, and I don't want to get into a huge fight. We need to hurry!". He ran towards the exit, hoping everyone can keep up. Which they probably can.

(Sorry, I couldn't tell if everyone was close to each other or not. However, I HIGHLY recommend avoiding the people in the courtyard. Sorry if I messed up anyone)

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Jericho looked at Hamlet and Arach. "All right, so, plan time. First off, we have our powers, this gun, and there is the other prisoners, who if I had to guess, they were keeping in someplace even more secure and more well guarded then us. There are also the guards. The prisoners down there slaughting everyone will probably go for the front door, so we need a new way out....wait, I got it! The garage! Where they keep all the prison vehicles! We can take one or two trucks, and leave through that way. If needed, I can force the door open, and we drive out! Granted, we will probably need to find new vehicles soon enough, but we can deal with that later....".

That's when footsteps could be heard. Four guards burst in, pointing guns at all of then. Jericho focused. They screamed to get down on the ground and to relinquish their weapons. Jericho pointed the gun at them. They shot at him, but the bullets stopped mid air in front of them, with a slight bit of electricity around the bullets. "Electro-Magnetic Field. So, my turn. Give us your weapons, ammo, and Radios. And your body armor..."

He looked at Arach. "You know, I think body armor will suit you..."

Jericho then looked at Hamlet. "We are not leaving anyone behind. Eat, drink, and rest for 5-10 minuets. Then, if you could, make it look like.....Canadian Troops are attacking. That should be confusing enough to let us all escape unseen. Unless you have a better idea?"

Jericho wasn't 100% sure it would work, and this was the first time he was giving orders in a real life or death situation. He was scared, to be honest, but trying not to show it. He wanted to be more then just a scared little kid though. He was tired of being underestimated for his age. He has a high IQ, knows how to shoot, speaks several languages, and has seen several different parts of the world. People have gone after him before for his parents money. After the first time he was kidnapped, and after he escaped (Which is when he learned about his power, he never wanted to be helpless again.

Jericho looked at everyone, and with some reform, he said "Let's go steal back some freedom".