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Jerico

The silent samurai raised in the ways of Bushido, the ancient code of warriors that is not only used in times of war, but is used as a code of ethics for everyday life.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Jerico Do'Lantul

Description

Jerico wears modest, light-colored clothing that does not hang loose or constrict his movement. Off-white boots which go up to mid-calf, steel-toe and laced all the way up. White socks that rise just above said boots. Grey tank top of no peculiar design save for a small symbol on the back, inbetween the shoulderblades; a black circle with three white points swirling in a counter-clockwise fashion. Light brown shorts that drop just below his knees, a single pocket on the left leg that holds various spices and seasonings for when he cooks meat in the wilderness. White cloth sash that doesn't fit within the beltloops of his shorts, and serves to hold his katana to his hip. Second black belt that loops through the shorts' beltloops to hold them up. Jerico wears no jewlery save for the plain strip that holds his dreadlocks in a ponytail. This strip can be various colors.

Personality

Jerico keeps to himself whenever possible, avoiding contact wherever possible and only responding with one to two word answers when asked a direct question. He is very pleasant, once he DOES decide to speak, and treats everyone he meets with utmost respect, granted they return the favor. He will almost always offer those who decide to speak with him a cup of whiskey, which he carries on him at all times. He is also known to attack those who display disgracefull and disrespectful bahavior, to a point that borders on obsession; Jerico has no purpose in life. Nothing that ties him to any one place or to any one person, and, this being the case, he will follow each and every engagement to it's bitter conclusion, even if it means he must track his opponent to the farthest corners of the earth.

Equipment

Carries a katana that is four feet in length, total. The blade is three feet, leaving the hilt with the remaining foot. The hilt guard and pommel are a black steel, while the hilt itself is wrapped with tanned leather.

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Also carries a medium-sized gord with two small, handleless cups on his sash just behind his katana, partially hidden from view. The gorde usually contains a strong whiskey, which he drinks in moderation, and usually only in the company of others. This whiskey is an achient secret of the Do'Lantul, and is a blend of numerous herbs along with other ingredients which serve to strengthen one's immune system and to aid in natural recovery of bodily injuries. In addition, a special ingredient works with one's body, targetting the marrow in one's bones, called Red Marrow, which produces blood cells, to increase performance, and produce more blood cells, more quickly. This acts to replace any blood lost through wounds. Only two does may be consumed at once, exept in times of great need, as prolonged production of blood cells will cause an overabundance, which can lead to calluss-like formations along the skin, similar to plaque psoriasis, which can be very uncomfortable, as well as dangerous. Even if this were to happen, though, it would only be temporary.

History

The silent samurai raised in the ways of Bushido, the ancient code of warriors that is not only used in times of war, but is used as a code of ethics for everyday life. His clan was exiled long ago when a new lord claimed rule over the lands. Even though the samurai always took to new masters willingly and wholely, the new ruler declared that all samurai, along with their families, were to be exiled. His mother died when he was born, leaving him in the care of his father, who began teaching him the ways of the warrior at an early age. He imposed upon him the importance of loyalty, honor, and justice, and taught him everything he knew about being an honorable man. At the age of 20, Jerico's father died as the clan's enemies launched a final assault on their home. Left alone, and with no master to serve, Jerico wanders endlessly, searching for a purpose in life. He takes employment whereever he can find it, which includes anything and everything from chopping wood to being a bodyguard. He is, as of now, ignorant of Belias Do'Lantul's existence.

So begins...

Jerico's Story

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sits alone in the far corner of the bar. A small, empty cup rests on the table before him. An identical cup sits at the opposite end of the table. Between them, a medium-sized gord lays on it's side, a cork stopper holding back the liquid contained within. Jerico's back is to teh wall, granting him fuul view of the bar and all of it's patrons. In spite of this, he seems to be keeping much to himself, his eyes watching the gord as though he expects it to act of it's own accord. His katana rests at his side, the hilt barely visible from beneath the table, though his hands are not near to it.

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Jerico continues to sit in the corner, though his eyes shift towards the woman as his chestnut skin tingled beneath her gaze. His face is passive and devoid of emotion as he continues to watch her. He then bows his head in greeting, and as a sign of respect.

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Jerico 's eye trail down to the unconscious man lieing near the woman's feet. It seemed as though there had been and this man, whoever he was, had recieved quite the beating. How senceless. He shifted his gaze once more as Drygionas enters the room, though his gaze only remains for a few moments before returning to the gord that was placed before him. She was flamboyant. A bit too flamboyant, for his likeing.

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Jerico removes his hand from the hilt of his katana. His movement had been to swift and seamless that few would have been able to notice it, especially in this setting. Still, the man appeared to mean no harm, for now, so Jerico would continue to watch in silence.

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Jerico watches as the injured man rises to his feet. What a fool. He would only cause himself more injury. Jerico's eyes shift back and forth between the two groups of people now forming; the two at the bar and the three more towards the center of the room.

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Jerico A single report sounds as Jerico's hard-soled boots strike the floorboards of the bar.. directly behind the pair in the center of the room. His voice smooth and calm. "Excuse me.."

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Jerico Jerico just happens to be standing between the men and their weapons and the woman, who has chosen not to move. He simply stands and stares at the men, not moving nor making a sound.

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Jerico Jerico makes a slight motion with his left hand, which only Merceigh can see. He seems to be gesturing towards the bar area, which had an emergency exit in the back.

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Jerico Doesn't budge, still standing between the men and their supposed target. His hands rest at his sides, away from the hilt of his katana.

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Jerico Jerico speaks again, this time his voice seemed louder, as it echoed through the room, despite it being cramped and cluttered. The same calm undertones were present, however. "Please.. leave." His left hand rests gently on the hilt of his katana, now.

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Jerico Jerico takes an involuntary step backwards as several people burst into the room. His grip on his katana tightens slightly.

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Jerico Now grips his katana in his right hand, his dominant hand.

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Jerico Makes a move to attempt a strike at one of the men's arms as they reach for the woman with his right forearm, removing his grip from his katana. His left hand grasps teh hilt, instead, though he makes no move to draw it, yet.

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Jerico Backs away from the armed men, attempting to, more-or-less, push Merceigh along with him. Words were seeming less and less like a viable answer.

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Jerico Doesn't respond as he replaces his right hand on the hilt of his katana. His eyes travel from one person to the other, keeping close tabs on all of them.

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Jerico Turns his head to speak directly to Merceigh for the first time. "We leave.."

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Jerico becomes a blur of motion as his left hand moves in an attempt to grasp Merceigh by the waist, his movements barely traceable by human eyes. Jerico moves with uncanny speed, his body low as he uses the tables scattered about as cover, moving towards the back exit, should Merceigh cooperate with him. Several rounds of varrying caliber zip overhead.

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Jerico reaches the door just as two of the smaller caliber rounds tear into his side. His right hand draws his katana and slashes with expert precision into the crack between the door and the frame, cutting through the latch as well as any other locks that may be engaged. His right shoulder slams into the now unlocked and open door, bursting out through the other side into freedon and relative safety.

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Jerico stumbles as he releases the woman from his grasp. The tip of his katana grazes the ground as he runs into the wall, his left hand bracing himself as upright as he can manage. His side of his grey tank top is stained crimson. Jerico's breathing is normal, despite the wound. He does not respond to merceigh's appology.

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Jerico inhales deeply. "Doesn't matter.." He moves his right hand to sheathe the katana, though his grip shakes, slightly.