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Jer walked into Rogue's with purpose. He was ready to start some shit, get into a fight or take out the next person who looked at him wrong. There was no such luck on getting someone to bite, despite his very antagonizing threats and insults. So if he couldn't punch someone, he could at least watch other people hit each other next door which was why he was at Rogues. Besides, there he was likely to run into his family there. The family he chose, not the blood that abandons, neglects, or abuses then shows up years later acting like nothing happened. Maybe seeing Mitch again had him reeling a little bit, or a lot. Feeling things he'd shoved down, deep inside him never to see the light of day again. Till he saw her, spoke to her. It was like a bomb had been dormant inside of him since he was a kid and it exploded overnight.
The first face he saw belonged to Rodeo, and damn if he wasn't happy to have that distraction after the week he'd had. "Aye, shithead!" He greeted from the entrance as he made his way toward his table. "Whiskey and not that cheap shit either." He barked at one of the servers before taking a seat across from the man. Blue eyes glanced up at the screen to see the progress on the current fight. He'd give anything to be a bone breaker later that night, damn if he couldn't use that release. "How have the fights been?" He asked looking away from the screen at his former sponsee. Through Rodeo's time as a street rat. They'd bonded through their mutual love of Colts, vintage cars, and whiskey. That and the fact that they were both dirtbags with a criminal mindset. Rodeo took his harsh way of teaching like a champ, the only sponsee that stuck around long enough to make a rank.
"Glad I got to see a familiar face tonight. Even if it's as ugly as yours." He teased, lighting a cigarette and throwing his card on the server's tray when she brought him his drink. "Keep 'em comin', sweetheart." He murmured. His leg was bouncing, one hand fidgeting with his glass the other scratching at his face. Jer was never great at hiding when something was on his mind, he wasn't a stoic man, he was an explosive one. "What are you up to tonight?" Small talk was also not his strong suit, but he needed something to fill the air and drown out the torturous memory replay his mind was plaguing him with.
The shift at the Phoenix was ending and Jericho was more than happy for it to be over. He moved to the back to change into his street clothes and clocked out. A check on his phone and he didn't have any messages which meant he was free for the night. At least if nothing else came up for him to do. That called for a drink or several, something he genuinely needed after all the shit going on in Red Ridge. That and the rumors that someone who looked a lot like the sister he hadn't seen in nearly two decades. He figured it was just a coincidence and if it wasn't he was better off not knowing. Red Ridge was big enough for them to avoid each other.
Jericho could have gone to one of the bars in the Phoenix but they weren't really his style. Besides, if he went to Lewis' he was already on the South side and close to home. That meant he could drink as much as he wanted and he wouldn't have to pay for a ride home then back to his car the next day. When he arrived there and walked up to the bar to take a seat he would regret not going to St. Peter's. No sooner than the whiskey hit his lips did she come into his peripheral. It had been a long time but he still recognized the brown locks and the blue eyes. His mother's eyes, same as his. He turned his head to get a better look at her and a swarm of memories crawled played in his head like a cockroach infested apartment in the dark. The urge to scream at her built in his chest but the sound never left his throat. Instead he stared for a moment, his mouth slightly agape. He'd always imagined she'd come back and take him and Liz far away from home and Red Ridge. Mitch would come home and she'd hold them tight in her arms and they could go somewhere safe, she'd always brought them somewhere safe. But she never came and now here she was a little over sixteen years later. He wasn't the scared little boy he was back then and he certainly didn't need her protection anymore.Â
"Fuckin' Michelle Novak." A bitter laugh escaped him as he said her name and he downed the remainder of his whiskey glass tapping the counter for another. Jer sighed and shook his head before turning to look at her again. "Nice to see you're fuckin' alive and breathin' after all." The words came out of his mouth like poison and left a burn on his tongue. Or maybe that was the two shots of whiskey he'd just consumed. The bartender dropped another half full glass of the liquid in front of him and he finished it off just as quick. "Yeah just leave the bottle man, put it on my card." He said, exhaling the burn in his throat and filling the glass again.
Tattoos: a lot. âF U C K U - U Pâ across his knuckles, âVâ for Valencia on the side of his neck. See pinterest at bottom for more.
Piercings: none
Clothing Style: grungy, cut off shirts, layered flannels over t-shirts, ripped jeans, old sweatpants, torn hoodies, converse, worn boots, etc.Â
Distinguishing Characteristics: tattoos on arms, hands, and neck. He also has a lot of scars from past fights and abuse all over his body including self harm burn marks on his legs. the scars are the worst on his back, which he tries to keep covered for the most part. piercing blue eyes and his face is very expressive.Â
HEALTH
Physical Ailments: he has screws in one of his legs and a small metal plate in his head.
Sleeping Habits: rarely, he gets extreme nightmares so he rarely gets a good amount of sleep. Thereâs only been one person that heâs been able to sleep decently with and itâs complicated.Â
Eating Habits: he loves food, he knows what itâs like to go hungry so he eats whenever he feels like it so he doesnât have to feel that way again
Exercise Habits: nothing regular, he is always on the move though and does a lot of push-ups and pull-upsÂ
Sociability: heâs a volatile person, but heâll talk to anyone and hates being alone
Body Temperature: warm
Addictions: nicotine, caffeine, alcohol
Drug Use: weed, occasional cocaine, has tried other things but nothing stuck
Born to a lower middle class family. His mother had two children from a previous relationship. He was right in the middle, but as a young child he never felt left out. He looked up to his older siblings and protected his younger one.
He was around seven years old when Tommy, his older half-brother, went missing. He didnât really understand what was going on or the suspicions behind the situation. All he knew was his brother was gone and no one knew where he was.Â
About a year later Tommy's body was found. There had already been a shift in the house, his mother was consumed with the media constantly bouncing from television show to public speaking appearances in search of her son. After they found his body and the police did little to nothing, she started her campaign to warn other parents and get real results. His father turned meaner and meaner as time went on. Once Tommy passed he seemed to take that anger and pain out on his remaining children.Â
At first, Mitch was there to protect Jericho and Liz. While she couldn't always hide them away she was able to divert his attention away from him and his younger sister for the time she was there. He saw her as his safety and spent many nights asleep on her floor to avoid his father's drunken wrath. An anger he'd never fully understand. But then, all at once, Mitch was gone and Jericho was the main target of his father's rage and mother's neglect.
For years, he endured his household. For a long time, he waited to hear from Mitch. Hoping she would come back and take him and Liz somewhere or at the very least tell him where she went. In the meantime, he focused on protecting Liz and keeping her out of the line of fire. After a few years with not so much of a word and the constant beatings his father delivered to him on a regular basis, he lost hope.Â
Around the age of sixteen, he couldnât stand it anymore. He grabbed what he could and threw it in a backpack. Jer told Liz to do the same and they took off. It was hard, finding food and money and ways to clean themselves and their clothes. They managed, but barely. After a few months of sleeping outside, he ended up bringing Liz to the Redridge womenâs center and asked them to help her find a safe place. He explained their home life and left her with a refillable cell phone to contact him if she needed anything at all. It was daunting for him to have to do. The man didnât have a lot of feelings on the regular, but he hated having to leave her with strangers. She needed the option to go to school, have a bed to sleep in, know when she would get her next meal, and have clean clothes on her back. Some sort of normalcy that he couldnât offer her surviving out on the streets. At the very least, though, he got her away from the house and to people who could help. He hoped they could and she knew how to get a hold of him if they didnât.Â
After awhile back on the streets, before he had the chance to turn seventeen, he was caught by a member of Valencia when he was trying to get shelter from a storm in one of their warehouses. Instead of tossing him out or killing him on sight, they decided to take him in. From there he became a street rat and eventually a soldier for the organization. Finally he'd found the family and solace he'd always needed. A place to channel all the anger he'd been harboring for years.Â
The only thing that changed over the years was his relationships. An on again off again boyfriend he'd known since he was a teenager that knows everything about him. Though he struggles to come out to his fellow soldiers in fear he'd be rejected by them and back on the street. A source of turmoil between him and the other.Â
He kept in contact with Liz, though tried to keep her away from Valencia in hopes she'd have a somewhat normal life. Recently, he's heard rumors of a journalist in town with a strong resemblance to Mitch but he'd yet to cross paths with her. He didn't know what he would say if he did or if he'd just turn and walk away like she did to him and Liz.Â
WANTED CONNECTIONS
The Savior: this person was affiliated with Valencia and took Jer in when he was just a teenager out on the streets. He sees them as an older sibling or parent like figure. Out of everyone in Valencia they are the person he's most loyal to.
The Complicated Soulmate: See wanted connection for more info
Close/Best Friend: someone who has been with him since his street rat days. They just understood each other and are often seen together creating chaos in town.
Enemy: absolutely hates Jericho and wants to see him dead. The feeling is mutual but somehow, something is preventing them from going through with the job.
Frenemy: their banter is something to go down in the history books, both witty and while they don't hate each other they don't exactly love each other either. They talk a lot of shit to each other but at the end of the day they're there for each other if the other person needs help.
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