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[center][h2][u]Jericho Irving[/u][/h2][/center]
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[b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 35

[b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Male

[b][u]Race:[/u][/b] Human
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[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b] Jericho heralds himself as a peerless combatant, a faithful soldier to those who have earned trust, and an aspiring path finder. Every situation is approached with a rational outlook and a fair assessment of his own capabilities when confronted with an overwhelming strength difference.
Rarely a joker himself, Jericho does enjoy mocking his opponents. Taunting them into a frontal assault where his training is most effective.

Outside the battlefield, Jericho is quiet and contemplative. 


[b][u]History:[/u][/b] [s]IN WEST PHILADELPHIA[/s]

Where Jericho calls home before coming to the Camp in this world was a monastery deep in the heart of a vast jungle, overrun with beasts and dangers that made traveling nearly impossible for the outside world.
A wandering ground of explorers, aided by Monks on a pilgramage, tamed the widlands with cunning and ferocity to match the harsh environment. Nearly 10 years of mapping out this dangerous place made the Monks claim the jungles as their home.

It was here that they trained brave outsiders in their art. Unarmed combat pitting your will against the ever changing hunters that roamed the shadowed canopy around them. As scouts, survivalists, and in rare cases even making trophy hunters.
Jericho is one such hunter. Seeking out the oldest and most dangerous creatures of the jungle for sport. Some he killed to make the jungles safer. Others were bested and let go, hoping to have them grow into worthier foes.

On one such hunt for a razortail, a hulking armadillo creature standing over 5 feet tall and coated with jagged spines, a wave of light stole him from the jungles. In a dizzying rush he regained his senses at the camp, fumbling for understanding. 
After the locals explained the situation, showing the Obelisk and its message, it was all he could do not to smile. 

With the hunting armor of his order and his cloak, gifts to aid his trophy hunting days, it was time to hunt more meaningful foes.

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[b][u]Weapons[/u][/b]
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[*][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8b/ba/37/8bba3750c914f191ff4473a130749f5c.jpg]Spiked Gauntlets[/url]. Primary source of damage, as he rarely uses a bladed weapon for anything but clearing a path through dense foliage.
[*][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b2/42/af/b242affc6be18a57d085329722ba22c6.jpg]Cloak[/url] of haste. Ordinary looking at first glance, the stylish wrappings are enchanted to make its wearer lighter and faster. 
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[b][u]Magic[/u][/b]
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[*] Empowered - Channeling the arcane to his body, Jericho gains raw physical power.
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