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Oct 9, 2020 5:54:53 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Jericho Huckleberry Archer
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Huck, Jerry
Gender: Male
Age:24
Date of Birth: September 5, 1995
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Amarillo, Texas
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: European
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown, usually kept long and straight
Skin Tone: Slightly Tan
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6’2
Build: Average
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Has a bull skull tattooed on his back
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Lots of flannel, denim and boots, capped off with big belt buckles
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: Boxers or nothing
Miscellaneous clothing: Almost always wears one of several cowboy hats
Character
Personality: Jericho is a very charming, social guy who loves company and a good time. His smooth talk and Southern charm know how to keep a conversation going, and he’s generally a pretty laid back guy who doesn’t go looking for trouble. Usually. When he does find himself in trouble, if he can’t talk his way out of it, he’ll try and buy his way out of it. Everybody has a price, after all.
Jericho is a simple cowboy from Texas, simple meaning he isn’t too bright. He doesn’t often think about long term consequences and often does whatever his fickle whimsy decides on at that given moment. He’s spoiled and used to having his way, which often results in him having spells of pouting or isolating himself when things don’t go as planned. It takes a lot to get him angry, but he can be rather impatient and hates waiting on anything. He doesn’t apply himself; he takes on different hobbies and talents, but doesn’t see them through, leaving him with a bunch of half-baked abilities.
While Jericho can seem charming and compassionate, in the end he’s all about what’s best for him. He’s selfish, and doesn’t often put others before him, so though it may seem like he’s being a nice guy, he always has ulterior motives. Very lazy, he doesn’t like to work, and would much rather things be handed to him.
Hobbies/ Interests: Flirting, Drinking, Anything Mechanical
Job or part time job and description: Odd jobs at his uncle’s bar
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: He’s afraid of Bugs, Being alone, and he doesn’t like responsibility
Special talents: He’s a decent singer, and not a bad mechanic if he could be bothered to actually get to work. Fiddles with a number of stringed acoustic instruments from guitar to banjo to violin. Other half-baked talents include weaving, sewing, underwater welding, and photography.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral Evil: He can come across as a good, albeit dense fellow but in the end, he’s only out for himself.
Mutations
Mutation description:Bovine Shifter: Jericho can shift into any member of the bovine family that he’s seen in person, including but not limited to cows, antelope, goats, and oxen. While in shift, he has the appearance and traits of his shift, but retains the ability to communicate, which he does via a very limited telepathy.
The shifting process shows his body twisting and morphing into the bovine of choice, and roughly takes a minute. He can shift clothing, but more often than not opts to at least shift without a shirt. Any minor injuries he sustains in shift do not transfer to his human shift, and vice versa, but anything requiring stitches, a cast or something similar do not simply shift away.
Strengths: Can somewhat be used to hide, though the real utility is calling on the strength of a bull or an ox, or the grace of a goat in a pinch. His shifting allows him to recover from the many minor scrapes and bruises he may get, while the limited telepathy allows him to talk to those he sees fit.
Weaknesses and Limitations: He has to have seen the animal in person, and he is limited to the bovine family. If he dies in shift, that’s it. The telepathy is limited to a range where the recipient can hear a normal speaking voice, nothing more. They would hear his voice in their head, but they will have to reply verbally.
Shifting takes roughly sixty seconds, and leaves him vulnerable during this time frame. He can stay in shift as long as he wants, but the process of shifting always leaves him hungry afterwards. Shifting more than three times(both ways) in succession leaves him sore and somewhat lethargic.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Jericho has the strength and stamina that comes with growing up on a ranch, and he’s pretty fast and athletic. His flexibility leaves much to be desired.
Fighting Style: Jericho has no formal training, but he can hold his own in a fight. His style consists of striking and attempting to ground/knock out the opponent, though he’s not above fighting dirty.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: Tries to end the fight quickly, good on his feet and can land a solid punch.
Cons: No formal training, gets more impatient the longer the fight goes on.
History Of Your Character
Jericho was born to Doug Harrison Archer III and Madison Archer. He was the middle child, with two sisters, Madison, who was two years older, and Ana who would be born two years later. Jericho was born into money; his family had owned a ranch in Texas for generations where they raised cattle, butchered cattle, housed horses, and even hosted exotic animals to hunt. As such, there was always work to do, and Jericho learned the trade from an early age. But he didn’t like it.
He and his sisters went to a big private school, but Jericho never applied himself, and was prone to acting out for attention. He got used to being practically handed everything at home, and as such grew to expect it everywhere else. All he was really expected to do was help around the ranch.
At age twelve, he was out taking care of the cows, when suddenly his body felt strange and he started to change. In roughly a minute, he was the prize bull, Brutus. Over time he would learn that he could shift into more than just cows, and his powers extended to Bovines in general. This was a power he generally kept secret, though he did start trying to pay more attention when it came to biology and animal classification. (Though he never was able to figure out how, if a manatee is called a ‘sea cow’, why can’t he turn into one?) But he was able to get a goat, sheep, antelope, oxen, and even a buffalo.
As he got older, his shifting became just something he did for fun, not really flashing it, because it was much cooler to do things like weld, play guitar, or carve things from wood; all of these things he took up, but gave up on after awhile, never becoming better than ‘average.’ After he graduated high school, he stayed around the house, not really doing much outside of the minimum amount of work and bringing ‘company’ home.
His dad finally got sick of this and sent Jericho to work for his brother Frank at his bar in New York. He hoped that this would teach his only son some responsibility, but who’s to say city life won’t corrupt the ‘cowboy’ even farther?
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Fishy
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Ty, Skye, Beau, Addy
Sample RP:
Jericho let out a sigh, adjusting his cowboy hat as his hair flowed freely in the bitter wind, too long to be protected. Hands were stuffed into the pockets of a denim jacket, a flannel shirt peeking out from underneath, and a large belt buckle sporting a cow skull was hiding underneath the flannel. His jeans looked brand new as expensive black cowboy boots strolled down the sidewalk. He hated New York already; he’d gotten some snow back home in Texas, but this was ridiculous. Between the cold, and all the people, he was done already, and it hadn’t even been a week.
Oh hey….maybe it won’t be so bad.
His eyes twinkled and he smiled as he saw a pretty redhead walking toward him. She smiled back, and he even felt her hand pat his butt as she walked by. He smiled wider, looking back to see her keep walking. Then for some reason, he patted his back pocket. “Wait just a damn minute…” he grumbled as he turned and ran down the sidewalk after the pretty little demon that had just stolen his wallet. His boot slipped on a patch of ice and he found himself lying on the ground, his cowboy hat lying a foot or so away from him.
“I hate this ****ing city already..."
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