Age:
70
Height: 5’4”
Born:
1932
Weight: 175
lbs
Embraced: 1951 Eyes: pale green (an oddity of the embrace; they were originally dark brown), with oblong pupils
Generation: 11th Hair: Dark brown, long, thick, and mangy.
Sire:
"Cochise"
Resides: Nomadic; generally the American Southwest, currently Enferada, Colorado
Sect: Nominally Camarilla; at least, he respects the Camarilla more than the Sabbat, when forced to choose.
The
Embrace:
(Texas), victim to
exhaustion and exposure, a ten-year-old Jericho was taken
to a very small
orphanage. He left five years later, moving West. A year
later, after walking,
hitching trains, and a brief stint as a hand on a
cattle drive, he
reached El Paso, wandered into a saloon, and slapped a few
dollars down on the
bar for food and a drink. He was told to get lost,
precipitating a fight
that would change his life. Another man at the bar told
him that “his
kind” was not served there, and Jericho took offense. Two men
died in that fight,
one gutted after Jericho turned his own knife back on
him, the other shot at
random in the surrounding brawl. Both deaths were
blamed on Jericho, and
he became a fugitive, running first to New Mexico,
where he remained at
large for several years, and finally to Nevada, a
location which
precipitated the fight that ended his life.
Moving along a disused
railroad track one night, Jericho stumbled upon a
fight between several
bandits and a single traveler. He joined the fight,
less to protect the
traveler than as a preventative measure- he didn’t want
to be next, and two
against five was better odds than one at a time. What he
didn’t know was that
his dubious ally needed no help at all- known as
Cochise, he was
Gangrel.
Jericho lost that
fight, victim to a lucky stab from one of the bandits.
Cochise survived,
eventually Embracing a barely conscious Jericho. After
saying, “don’t
thank me,” Cochise disappeared for two months.
Jericho adapted well
to the Embrace, feeding for the first two weeks on the
two bandits that
survived. After that, he discovered that desert mice and
lizards would sustain
him nearly as well as humans, if he didn’t exert
himself too much. When
Cochise returned, he was a strong neonate, well able
to defend himself when
dragged to his first Allthing.
Current
Activities:
After that first Allthing, Jericho left Cochise and simply picked up his wanderings where he left off. He kept few of the nominal friends he had in mortal life, content to let most of them fall to the past. Those he did keep, he did so because they may one day be useful, should he be forced to play the political game so many Kindred seem to love. He recently presented himself to the Prince of Enferada, a small town in Colorado. What he will do there is anyone's guess, but he hopes to remain relatively obscure.
Character
Traits:
Jericho
is rather a stereotypical Gangrel, nomadic, standoffish,
and in many respects
uncivilized; however, he has a certain aspect of
regality to him, a
pride born of his difficult lifestyle. He respects power,
and is willing to
respect those who hold it, so long as they show a
willingness to respect
him. He does not consider himself a part of the
Camarilla (the closest
he has ever come to political involvement was once
asking a minor Prince
to extend considerations to the unemployed Hispanic
kine in a small town),
but considers the Sabbat to be brutal and misguided.
He respects the
masquerade, and generally follows the Traditions when in a
Camarilla City.
Jericho
disdains conventional fashion, usually wearing a faded black denim shirt
(unbuttoned, of course) above ragged Levis- your
stereotypical drifter.
He carries a bowie knife slung across his back, under the shirt; the braided
leather strap falls across his bare chest. He walks
barefoot, although a
pair of tattered Teva sandals is strung through a single belt loop on the off
chance he needs to enter a "no shirt/shoes"
establishment. The
thumb and first two fingers of his left hand end in short, sharp claws,
mottled black and white in color. His
eyes flit from focus to focus as he moves, seeing much but
lingering on nothing. When he moves, it is with an easy, confident gait that
covers distance quickly.
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