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Jericho Maddox

"For glory! Not yours, though...Mine. Back off."

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a character in “The Seas of Docruth”, originally authored by Jorxio, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Age: 27


Backstory:

-Jericho Maddox was born in the far west of Docruth on a rather secluded tribal island. They were rather far from being advanced, with the closest thing to interaction with the rest of the world being merchent ships that seemed to come and depart randomly. It was a simple exstance. The only thing that Jericho had to worry about was local wildlife, including the rumored Sea Sprite. (A creature Jericho still argues to have seen with his own eyes, no matter how many have called him crazy.)

Jericho's life, however, didn't remain all sunshine and roasted-pigs. His life took a sudden, eye-opening turn the night he had returned late from hunting. Against the setting sun, he watched as pirates burned his home to the ground, and took captives...including himself. The lot of them were stuck down in the cargo hold of the ship, with a few hand-picked for working up on deck. This is where Jericho got the dangerous job that he still dies today: being a rigger. It was his daily task This is where Jericho learned the skills of a rigger. It was his daily job to work the running rigging, and unfurl the sails. As time went by, he had gotten rather proficient at it. Not to mention, any fear of heights were thrown out of the metaphorical window.

Soon, his family and friends were sold off, if not killed by sickness or sword. The only reason he was still left, was because of his skills on the mast. Of course, it wasn't exactly an appreciated notice of skills. Jericho was determined to see this boat full of homewreckers burned down by his hand. Sadly, he didn't get the chance. One bad port raid later, the captain was soon for the gallows, and Jericho made a break for freedom.

As years went by, Jericho Maddox made name as a hired-soul. If people needed a job done, Jericho was the man. If they had the pay, Maddox could do it. His best category harped on his honed agility. Theiving, simple rigging, and on one occasion, prison breaks. With a mix of quick-wit, reckless abandon, and sheer luck, Jericho Maddox was one of a kind: a pirate for hire. Illiterate...but skilled.


Motives:

Respect: Jericho sails to gain money, and have perilous adventures, but not just for those things in themselves. Jericho does it for respect. For the stories he'll tell. Somewhere in history, he wants to go down with glory...just like Cap'n Redcap.

Appearance:

-The feature that stands out the most, is definetly Jericho's hair. The dark black has been shaved in the front with designs that reflect his tribal upbringing. The rest hangs rather unkept from the back. Wild and untamed, his futile efforts to give it any style only seem to make more of a tangled mess.

Jericho's body is the usual built tone that this way of life will give you, plus a couple darker spots from the deep bruises being a rigger will give you. (Falling is in the job description.) Other than that, it is noted that Jericho is a few inches shorter than the average crew member.

As for outfit, he tends to go shirtless very often; another tribal habit most assume. When clothes are necessary, they don't alter from the usual buccaneer's get up; a leather vest with a long-sleeved cotton shirt under.

Role on ship: Rigger


Skills:
-Rigging (Includes climbing large heights.)
-Stealth
-Combat with Daggers
-Surviving
-Dumb Luck


Equipment:

-Two Daggers
-Boarding Hook
-Homemade Grenadoes (Smoke Bombs)


Tale of the seas:

-Rats. Those little diseases never seemed to learn to piss off. First snatching up his bread, and now, gnawing at his feet while he slept. Jericho lashed out, punting the furry creature as soon as it decided to sink it's yellow teeth into him. It let out an admittedly adorable
squeak as it skidded and scampered off.

Jericho Maddox yawned, taking in his surroundings. Still the same same dark, dank, and damp as before. The usual set up of a prison cell. The only thing different, was that he was left to fester in this one...or, that was the plan. Have him rot away, perhaps plead for freedom. Perhaps sit and starve until he prayed for the gallow's sweet release. Instead, he sported a broad smile.

Today was the day. It was only a matter of time before things started to get interesting, and he knew it. It was the reason his focus remained fixated on 'window' of his cell....watching. Waiting. Grinning, as he spotted the ship. It let fly its flag, nothing but blank red, and prepared in broadside position.

"Ladies and Gentlemen...Jericho is leaving the building..."

Other: Fight like you'll never die, fight to stay alive.

So begins...

Jericho Maddox's Story

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Character Portrait: Alannah Driscoll Character Portrait: Gianna "Gia" La Riviera Character Portrait: Richard Sincaid Character Portrait: Jesper Character Portrait: Ryland Redcap Character Portrait: Dominique Lenoir Character Portrait: Jericho Maddox
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Whilst the winds were strong, and the waves were heavy, the true threat had yet to reveal itself. The storm had pushed the ship off course, and into more unforgiving waters. Beneath the surface of the volatile waters, shapes began to dance and twirl and whirl in the chaos. The wind continued to howl, but brought with it hints of the demonic laughter coming from the deep. A single, pale, elegant hand reached slowly out of the water, and slammed its fierce, red claws into the side of the ship, pulling itself out from the waves. Behind it trailed a smooth and humanlike figure, followed by a mess of thick black scales that crafted themselves into some resulting tail shape. Its face was young and innocent, but its eyes glowed a wicked green in the inky darkness of the night, and its teeth filled grin excreted some horrific and terrifying implication of laughter. A second, a third and too many to count plunged out of the blue, and clung desperately to the side of the vessel. One by one they pulled themselves out of the water, and climbed upwards towards the deck at the promise of bloodshed and flesh....

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While Richard had been expecting some amount of trouble inherent to piracy, the normal things; fighting the navy, fighting other pirates, just fighting in general. Slimy fish people caught him by surprise.

He spun around in a panic, some of the crew were already trying to fight them off. Not being much of a brawler, he thought it best to get somewhere less terrifying. Quickly, he tried to get below deck only to be cut off by one of the beasts. He swung back, avoiding it's claws. His arm twisted and snapped back, dropping a small pouch into his hand from it's spot inside his sleeve. A flick of his finger caused his rings to spark and ignite the pouch in a bright flash, temporarily blinding the thing.

With what he thought was a fairly solid kick, he tried to knock the creature aside, but only barely managed to not get caught in its claws. He bounced back, and looked around again.

If he couldn't go down, then he'd have to go up. He danced through the fray, swinging up on to the ratlines and from there to the mast, where he plopped himself next to Jericho.

“Heya,” he panted. “Awful night, ay?”

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-Tossed a grin Richard's way as the man pulled himself up to higher ground. Great minds think alike, it seemed. At this point, Jericho held a dagger in his hand, which proved difficult as his hands were slowly numbing from the unforgiving cold that the storm brought.


"You could say such...Having too many close shaves today..."

-Just as Jericho said such, his eyes snapped downward as one of the razor-toothed creatures was scaling the mast, its claws tearing into the sturdy wood. It still had that demonic smile spread across its face...one which Jericho was aiming to wipe of. As the beast came into reach, Jericho lifted his legs, coaxing it up just a foot further, before thrusting his legs downward, both of his boots stomping into the creatures face before it hurtled to the dolid deck below. It planted with its head smacking first, and didn't stir too much more afterwards.


"So...Sinclair. What're the odds you have a plan for tossin' the bastards overboard?"

"...Or, are we just waitin' for death or miracles?"

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Ryland had expected trouble, but nothing quite like this. He stared deep into the demons unblinking eyes as they shone through the eerie darkness, and listened to the terrible grating of claw against wood, flesh and bone...
"Watch yourselves men!" he shouted, before clutching his cutlass in preparation of an attack. It took mere moments for one such devil to oblige, gripping hold of the side of the ship and launching itself towards the captain…

A turn and a duck, and the creature sailed right overhead. He smiled, but the victory was short lived, as the beast had already turned and was already scrambling back towards him. He jumped backwards, and swung his blade, opening the demons mouth just a little wider in the process. But through bloodied teeth it continued to grin, seemingly undeterred by the grisly wound that now sat upon its cheek. For a brief moment the two of them stood their, eyes staring straight into one another, before the fiend decided once more to make its assault. Ryland ducked, lifted his weapon and grimaced at the sick sound of flesh against steel.

He was just about to wipe his blade, when one of the creatures fell screaming on the deck beside him. He stared up, and through the rain he spotted two silhouettes aboard the mast.

“I hope ye ain’t planning to stay up there all bleedin night! Get your asses down ere, or once I’m done throwing these devils back into the sea, you’lst be joinin em!”

With that he grinned, and began chuckling away to himself. This is what he’d been missing. And Ryland Redcap wasn’t gonna end his voyage here!

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"Aww, Cap'n! The show was just gettin' good!"

Jericho called down as the rest of the crew was forming on deck, even Madman John. The numbers were shaping up a bit nicer from the vantage point Jericho had on the mast, not to mention it was a hell of a spectacle to behold. Still, Jericho sighed with a breath of acceptance as he turned a look over to Sincaid.


"Damn with freezing my bits off up here. If the bastards mean to brawl, we've got the muscle."

...

"And I'm not letting Redcap ration off my drink."


Taking hold of a few tying lines, Jericho began his descent down from the mast, and towards the horde below. It wasn't the smartest choice of the night. In fact, the monsters were pretty intent to meet him halfway. Once again, a beast was ripping into the wood and clawing its way up. Just as it extended its razours hands, Jericho dropped. Releasing the rope, the rigger fell towards the monster from halfmast and knocked it loose.

Both bodies began hurtling down, the end result being Jericho smashing the creature under his heels against the solid deck with a sickening stomp. Jericho's legs buckled from under him as he hit the ground, but the monster suffered a worse fate; its head caving in under heel with a sickening noise and a comical squirt of...whatever these things are made of. Mostly blood, it looked. Stained from the knees down from the splatter, Jericho pulled himself back to his feet, glancing about with a grin.

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“Have fun, handsome,” Richard cheerfully called after Jericho.

Alone, his expression soured. “Lords below, who makes their navigator fight?” He whinged, as he ran through his coat's many pockets. Half his stock was soaked through from the rain, and a good chunk of what was left was useless in the rain. He mixed the contents of three waterproofed pouches; copper dust, powdered pine resin, and dragon's breath. Splitting the mixture equally back into the bags, he stuck a slow fuse in two before tyeing them and kept the third in easy reach.

Marginally satisfied, he made his way back down the way he came, the rain causing him to nearly lose his grip several times before catching himself. One of the beasties climbed up the ratlines towards him, so he swung over the side brought his feet around and kicked it through a gap in the lines, causing it to tumble back into the sea. He let go of the ropes and dropped delicately to the deck only to slip on the wet boards, landing on his arse.

Another of the creatures was already hauling tail towards him. Richard rolled back onto his feet, at the same time, plucking a punk from his cuff and lighting it with his flint rings. He readied a handful of powder from his pocket. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he waited for the mer-thing to get closer.

When it was an arms reach away, Richard sprung forward, dipping between its outreached arms and blew the powder over the lit punk. A green flame erupted in the beast's face. Unfortunately, Richard had not taken momentum into consideration and the beast, now blind and gasping for air, rammed into him, pulling both of them to the deck in a tangle of limbs.

Pinning him to the floor, the thing tore at him with claws, it was all he could do to keep it from gouging him. He tried to headbutt it, but only managed to gash his forehead on its teeth.

“A little help, please?” he cried out.