Description

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.



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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#2011-09-02 20:56:57, as written by Jerico Do'Lantul

Jerico was slowly regaining confidence in his strides, drawing ever closer to Belias, his sword in hand. So close was his moment of Retribution. At long last, Justice would be his, and Belias would be made to pay for his deeds. In his haste, and lost in his own thoughts, he would stumble, only barely able to right himself.

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#2011-09-11 04:04:09, as written by Jerico Do'Lantul

Belias only half-glances towards Averna as she crawls past, his qualms with her long forgotten in these new developments. Jerico seems lost in his thoughts, the katana shifting ever so slightly over Belias. "How.. was it not enough that you chose to abandon us? You stole the only thing left of our legacy, as well?!" He had searched the ruble of every building after that battle.. and had believed the Elder Scrolls to be lost forever. That weight had bared heavily upon him for all this time; the weight of knowing that the Do'Lantul name would eventually be forgotten. Chargraine, meanwhile, had only just noticed Averna's attempted flight, and immediately rose from the ground to rush to her side, speaking quickly, and in hushed tones. "Averna, no! You're too badly injured.. you need to rest, a moment." he turnshis gaze back towards Belias and Jerico, who seemed comepltely oblivious to them. He could just.. Chargraine turns back to Averna, still speaking softly. "They're distracted.. I can get your out of here. Somewhere safe."

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