Jericho

[Noname]

Name: Jericho
Race: Fallen Angel
Age: 16 (apparent)
Gender: Male

Rank: Journeymen

Pic:
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Personality:

The silent type… well not exactly. Jericho tends to be more of a stand off-ish person while he has no care for what is going on during the time. Then when some one comes around with something that actually concerns him or grabs his interest, he’ll speak his mind. His personality is cold, he’ll never lie, but that also means that he’ll tell the truth even if that means it will hurt others feelings. Jericho also prefers to do nothing over anything, some call him a sloth for seemingly always being tired, but he’s just lazy and it shows in his manor of speaking.

Description:

Starting with the basics, Jericho is 6’1” and weighs in at 183 lbs. His figure is tone, not to muscular and not too skin and bones, just right, seems perfect right? Well he was an angel after all. Now for the rest, Jericho has a burn scar that covers the whole left top halve of his torso, always covered in bandages to hide it. His hair is a dark blue that is almost black, with streaks of white. The hair runs down just to his neck and no farther. Jericho’s eyes are white, and look like the are starring right into nothingness, even when he looks at someone. On his face, there is a peace of silver implanted on his body, just like it was a peace of him. The last physical trait that he has, is the black angel wings that show to all that he has fallen from a once great high.

Now for his clothing. Usually, Jericho wears a black, long-sleeve shirt with no color underneath a black leather trench coat that stretches all the way down to the ground and hides his wings. Black gloved, covering his pale white hands, the black gloves have silver imbedded upon them. ON his right wrist there is a silver chain bracelet with demon teeth circling it. The black pants and shoes are very simple and could be found anywhere, and common store.

Race Traits:

Black wings.

History:

He was born just as he is today, born a teen like angel to be a warrior for a grater being, to protect the innocent and to guide the souls of the faithful. For a time, he was happy with this simple life that he was born into. His wings where white then, just like every other angel and he did as he was told with no fighting or anything, peaceful living. Day by day, Jericho would guide souls from the planet below up to the clouds, or down to there fiery end. He seemed to enjoy this job, and always had a smile. Well that was until the meteor hit the planet. It smashed so deep that it let out all those should that he had put away for. They started climbing there way out of the thing called the Void, this turned the smile right into a blank face, he hated seeing this, and what it did, but wasn’t allowed to go down and stop them. This he could not do, he broke a command and went down.

As soon as he stepped food on the ground of the polluted dead land, his whole being began to change and become twisted… or you could say that he now knew what the real life was, but regardless, he began to fight all the twisted creatures that where there trying to get out, he wasn’t the only one who disobey the command, there were other angels there fighting with him, returning anything that tried to get out. The sliced and diced, once it seemed that they had pushed all the twisted things back to the whole, all there wings began to turn from the glories white wings that shined, to something that could only be called a twisted black. Many of the angels that where cursed began to wither and die, returning to the earth themselves.

But not Jericho, no Jericho continued to live on, now hating that which created him. But he lived on, and he still does, waiting for his chance to clam power and take a life that knows no age.