Hunter, Jericho Cross

[Jericho Cross Hunter]

IN CHARACTER


NAME: Jericho Cross Hunter
NICKNAMES: Jer or Jerry
AGE: 30
SEXUALITY: Straight and taken- sorry ladies
FACE CLAIM / CELEBRITY: Jai Courtney
OCCUPATION: Job! Guardian to Libby Star St. Rose
ALLEGIANCE: Light, Dark, Neutral, or to Self. Light
CITIZENSHIP: Newcomer or Native to Westborough? Newcomber
SPECIES: Human, Witch, Ghost, Vampire, Werewolf, Demon. I'm  wolfy, baby!
ABILITIES: Describe the extent of your character's abilities here with their strengths and their limitations.  Like his brother, Jer has the great strength, stealth, and speed.  Even his transformation into wolf form is less painful then his brother (he's cracks at Jacob it's his age...old man).  Unbeknown to his brother or the St. Rose family, Jer also as the ability to flashes of a memory from things he tastes (a trait he believes he received from his mother's side of the wolf clan).  Because of this Jer is sometimes deep in sleep from the pull of all the quick flashes of memory he required interfering with his dreams.  Also being the younger brother of a very Alpha wolf, Jer tends to do things on impulse often getting himself hurt.

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME / ALIAS: Bella
HOW DID YOU FIND US? RPG-Directory


ROLE PLAY EXAMPLE

That son of a... thought Jer after realizing that his brother's kick took him out of his deep sleep, and away from his mother's faded memory that he was replaying in his head.  It was one of the nicer ones he had of her. And he quickly feel back asleep to resume it, a skill he had acquired by practice.   She was outside, sun was breaking through the trees and leaves silhouetting her body and casting her form as shadow on the ground.  Since it was her memory he looked out of her eyes, but he could tell it was when she was younger.  Her hair was longer and she was wearing a spring dress.  She was at their home on the farm, the barn looked fresh and crisp, it was before the storm and it was before she died.  She was walking through an open area, looking behind trees, jumping out in front of them and behind them.  He remembered this day.  She was playing  and looking for her two toddler sons who were attempting to hide and seek.  In about three more moves she would find his five year old self covering his mouth to keep quiet.  Jericho would jump down from the tree to scare her, and she would pretend to be scared.  But this is where these memories get faded to the interpretations of his mind.  Instead of seeing him as he should be a walked upon a body of a dead girl.  Looking at her face she was young, with long brown hair, and a sleeping expression.  Scanning his eyes over her he saw no signs of life and, oddly enough, no signs of what killed her.  He rested his eyes on her toes and saw she was barefoot with dirty feet.  She had been running.  He took a look back at her face and it had change to a very adult face, starring back at him.  It was his mother and he fell to his knees.  The falling felt like forever until his wolf head fell off the seat when the passenger seat door was opened.  As he opened his eyes he felt Libby trail her finger down from his head to his snout, a trait they shared when she had to wake him.  It was a calming feeling, a feeling that spontaneously calmed him and reassured him there was no threat he didn't sense while sleeping.  He got up and out of the car to stretch.  He purposefully bumped into her and she followed him past the car into the tree line. His brother's black wolf form disappearing in the tree line.  His ear flinched with the feeling of sprinkling rain.  He speed up to do his business.  There was nothing like being wet that he hated the most.

[Gabriel Edwards]

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