Jericho

Karna (Sister)

Atsila and Teba (Brothers)

Wick (Adoptive Brother)

## Application Sheet

Jericho was a gray-brown male wolf with very pale green irises in dark eyes. He was born in the midst of the Hive Wars, in Riverfell, to Gold Feather parents Deonte and Sheranee. He had three siblings: Karna, Atsila, and Teba. He would, unfortunately, lose his life after the Hive Wars, nearly drowning and losing his life from hypothermia. He was created and RP'd by VilkasVale.

## Personality

* ***Confident.*** It should come to certainly no surprise that a child of two Gold Feathers would inherit confidence, and Jericho is no exception. Determination pounds through his blood and fuels his essence as he feels more than capable of challenges that come his way. In fact, Jericho actively chooses to seek out challenges and thrills alike. He not only loves to stay one step ahead of the other pups in his family, but rather, thrives on it as if his life depended on it.
* ***Courageous*.** Jericho takes his role of being born a Riverfellian nearly deathly serious. No obstacle too big, too rough, nor too intimidating will get in this boy's way, and he isn't afraid to say so, either. While often he will speak without thinking or thinking to make himself look good, Jericho is able to put his own pep talk aside and walk his walk just as easily. His passion is undyingly for thrills and the rush of action, and so Jericho finds himself in all sorts of situations that just may give him what he craves.
* ***Loyal*.** Jericho, though may be surprising given his flaws, is undyingly loyal to especially his family. He thinks of Deonte and Sheranee the highest wolves, or beings alike. They are his everything. Constantly idolizing the both, especially his father, Jericho only strives to become who he feels would be the best… a second image of his parents. While he has his strong opinions, thick head, and flavorful personality, Jericho is endlessly loyal to his siblings and will take no garbage from other wolves if he feels they are being threatened or harmed. Siamsa above help the fool who crosses his path and family.
* ***Competitive*.** One has to wonder how far the influence of Gold Feather training and inspiration Jericho seeks. Aiming for perfection and a place among the greats is one of Jericho's few wishes in life, but the boy is willing to work for it, and work hard. While he understands that work is exactly as it's called, he can't help but get caught up in his youth every once in a while, and finds himself making games out of even simple tasks with especially his siblings or any wolf he can grab as a willing participant.
* ***Domineering*.** A trait easily pinpointed from either parent. In a way, it's his own insecurity and fear of being shown up coming to vision. Jericho longs for his own power and to take charge of many different things, even if it's beyond his own understanding or control. While his aspiration for leadership may be admirable and noteworthy, his obsession with being seen as such can be off putting and something worth working on.
* ***Impulsive*.** Falling under the category of thrills and danger, one of Jericho's favorite types of activity. Jericho is quite thick headed and will oftentimes (and quite literally) jump into action if the situation calls for it. And even if it doesn't. So much so that sometimes, he fails to grasp the gravity and reality of things… and this may lead to his own mistakes, may they be mental or physical scars.
* ***Arrogant*.** To match his quick temper and impulsive actions, Jericho is admittedly quite full of himself and believes he and his siblings to be born of the greatest wolves around. His unmoving admiration for Sheranee and Deonte really shines through this and favoritism begins to spark when challenged of his abilities and skill level. Jericho can be unfriendly to wolves not truly of Riverfellian descent, though it is of course an immature misunderstanding and not the boy using true rational to think this way. However, if you can manage to impress him and change his mind… Jericho will give you the ultimate pleasure in knowing you're one of his new favorite wolves.
* ***Childish*.** Jericho would honestly be quite an annoying and unlikable pup, if not for the solid fact of his immaturity and childlike nature being so obvious. He is clingy to those he adores, and bossy and demanding at best to those he dislikes. In a way, he is fully aware of his parents' unconditional love for him [and his siblings] and he isn't afraid to use this to his own advantage. Still, and of course only naturally, Jericho has a lot of growing to do…a lot.
* ***Fervid*.** A trait to perfectly tie in with the rest of what makes Jericho, 'Jericho' is his fueled passion for everything he does in life. Jericho feels most things, if not everything, intensely- and if he doesn't, then he simply doesn't care. But give him an inch and he'll run for miles, and it certainly doesn't help that he has a pair of wolves for parents, who aimed for the moon… and landed amongst Riverfell's stars.

## Pre-Group History

Born to Deonte and Sheranee of Riverfell, Jericho was quite the bundle of surprise for both wolves. Including his three siblings. Still, the two were proud parents, and couldn't be happier to begin their own family.

Deonte, aging particularly quicker than he'd have liked, was especially enthusiastic about the pups. It promised another, true Riverfellian line to pass on and begin with new life… and for him to take the pups on as a mentor. Riverfell had so much life and story to offer, and Siamsa above, if he wasn't over the moon to teach them everything he knew.

Sheranee was just as thrilled as he. For someone of her likes, a wolf who started out amongst the sands of the now forgotten Damasca, the promise of life meant a chance to weave in her own teachings and lessons of all the hardships she had gotten herself through. It took an especially resilient wolf, lasting through the birth, and rise, and the fall of a previous pack. But, if anyone could have done it, it was Sheranee. Proud of where she'd come from, and proud of who she could help these pups become today.

Born truly as the middle child, Jericho finds his start into the world… and as he locks eyes with his parents, finds that he's right where he needs to be without fully knowing it yet. There's so much promise in those little bright green eyes.

And Jericho is determined to prove it.

## Group History

Jericho was cared for deeply by his parents, despite their birth bringing their fall from grace as Gold Feathers for a time. He adored his father, who taught him all about Riverfell and its culture. He loved meeting new wolves, like Young Feather Orsu, Gold Feather Howl, and Sage Ruby!

Even at an early age, he joined Deonte in "Gold Feather Training", challenging his father to races and wrestling matches. This wasn't official training, but young Jericho liked to think he'd be ahead of the curve when his time came to take the task officially! He took his responsibilities as "Gold Feather" very seriously, vowing to protect his siblings, especially shy Karna, from anything. He took everything his father told him about being a Gold Feather to heart - to protect the animals and the land, to protect his packmates and family, to uphold a code of honor and ethics at all times.

Of course, he was still a young wolf. He was full of boundless energy and often was a whirlwind his packmates couldn't keep up with! Still, he did his best to be calm and respectful when packmates took him on outings, such as when Freya showed him spring flowers, or Ricci taught him about hunting. Even loners like Aiden were treated with courtesy and respect by Jericho!

Before long, training began for real. He was a young adult, and eager to prove himself. He spent hours training with his brother Atsila, sparring and practicing everything Deonte had taught them. When he wasn't training, he tried to help out his packmates, collecting herbs with Heather on one particular occasion. Devina showed him a bit about being a Guardian, too. Jericho didn't always understand why his packmates had chosen different paths than he had, when being a Gold Feather was the ultimate *dream*, but respected them nonetheless.

Most of them, at least.

He didn't trust Jedrek, though he wasn't quite certain as to why. Probably because his father expressed a dislike for the slimy male, and he clung to every word his father said. He constantly sought ways to spend time with Deonte.

One day, he followed Deonte and Atsila into the forest when they were going to speak privately. Jericho overheard, with *horror*, that Atsila did not want to be a Gold Feather, he wanted to be a *Sage*, or a *Rider.* How dare he stray from their glorious path? The conversation between father and son went well, with Deonte expressing approval for Atsila's choice, despite Jericho's silent anger. The conversation would be interrupted, however, when Fiadh rushed in and reported that the main den was being attacked by the Hive. Deonte rushed off, warning Atsila not to follow. Jericho made to follow his father, resulting in Atsila trying to stop him. The two exchanged harsh words before Atsila told him they would protect their weaker packmates, away from Deonte. Jericho deflated, but agreed to follow his older brother's guidance. The pair rushed to save Keezheekoni from one of the brutish Hive drones!

While away from their father, they had no idea of the horrible truth unfolding. Because of Jedrek's treachery, the Hive had successfully ambushed Riverfell, and taken several lives.

Deonte was among them.

To say Jericho was heartbroken at the loss of his father would be an understatement. Rife with grief and pain, he isolated himself from his packmates, trying to make sense of it all. Shiloh eventually decided that Jedrek, the *traitor*, would be allowed to live, though not before Sheranee embarrassed Jericho by making a scene and demanding the right to kill Jedrek. Exhausted by the waste of time, Jericho removed himself from the assembled wolves, feeling more distance between himself and his family than he *ever* had before.

He was particularly at odds with Atsila, who'd torn him away from Deonte. If he'd been able to pursue his father, would he still be alive?

His packmates offered comfort, like Ricci and Ruby, but it didn't take away the sting of Deonte's loss.

Unsafe in Riverfell for the time being, they moved north to Mhor, who offered refuge. Several of the Riverfellians tried to recover and relax after the horrific battle, but not Jericho. He was tense, angry, and unable to relax. One of the Mhorians reached out to try helping; Matthias invited Jericho to the seashore, where they raced and were awestruck by the sea. Perhaps...there could be some moments of joy to be found, even after his father's death. Others offered some conversation, too, like Ramona.

While the pack resided in Mhor, Jericho met another wolf named Yulian. She claimed to be a former Riverfellian, and he wanted to learn everything he could about her. She told him how dear a friend Deonte had been for her, and hoped one day to be considered a friend to Jericho as well.

Eventually, Riverfell left Mhor. They traveled to the east, hoping to find Xassa. They met the pack outside of its own territory, for they reported they were going to free Fellfang from Aerendel island. The two packs joined together to travel north and save their ally. Along the way, Sheranee found Wick - a wolf she'd raised as a son when they were both part of Damasca. She introduced him to her other pups. Jericho was upset, unimpressed, and sneered at the very *idea* Deonte would have "loved to meet" Wick. He stormed off, further straining his relationship with his family.

He met other Xassan as they traveled, like Samiel. The two sang traveling songs, collected herbs for their packmates, and enjoyed one another's company immensely. He also met a lovely Xassan she-wolf named Nebula, who he was a bit smitten with, and gifted a blue jay feather to match his own.

As they traveled, Jericho couldn't help doubt himself. He hadn't been able to kill a wolf while in Riverfell - would he really be able to kill here, in a foreign land? He struggled with the idea of killing another wolf. That wasn't the Gold Feather way...was it?

Fortunately, he was offered a way out of battle for a time. Yulian asked him to keep guard of her familiar, an owl named Hiawassee. He agreed enthusiastically, honored to be trusted with such a duty! Yulian knew he'd appreciate the duty, as he loved caring for other animals. Animals...he had a great affinity for them. Though he ate prey, because he was a carnivore, he found himself wanting to protect more than harm any animal - including prey. He spotted a young hare and found himself talking to it (though it didn't respond) and wondering why it was so hard for him to be a mature wolf. He still felt like a pup at heart.

Killing was *wrong*, he believed. Even killing the mindless, murderous Hive wolves.

He was able to avoid seeing battle alongside Xassa and Fellfang. Post-battle, he spoke to the weary Fellfangir, like Tadita, and found himself wondering if he should have stepped in to help. He wanted to protect these wolves, but he didn't want to fight and *kill.*

Still, when all of the packs marched south to fight the Hive Queen and end their tyranny over the Domain, Jericho knew he would have to fight. He didn't want to, and found himself rather moody - like Atsila normally was. The two managed to smooth things over ever so slightly on their way south to fight the Queen, though it wasn't perfectly fine between the two brothers.

Jericho would fight, but not kill. The drones took advantage of this fact. Jericho sustained *serious* injuries in the final battle, even though he'd briefly fought alongside his old friend Matthias. They got separated, and Jericho nearly lost his life, passing out from his injuries after being saved by his brother Atsila. Atsila and Andi of Chandor helped take him to safety.

When he regained consciousness, he spotted his mother, bloodied but holding her head high, with a gleam in her eyes. She was a *hero*, a *warrior*, a true Gold Feather. He found himself thinking he never could be. But those were thoughts for another time.

For now, the battle was won, and the Hive scattered. The packs gathered to say their goodbyes, with Jericho seeking out Matthias and thanking him for everything, before saying a fond goodbye. Then, he joined Riverfell in finally returning home. Along the way, Sasha complimented his cool new scars.

At home, he found himself reflecting on his Gold Feather training. He couldn't live up to his mother, to his father, to what he'd expected to become his *whole life.* Yulian tried to assure him he just needed time, and training, and she was happy to help. Determined to prove to himself that he *could*, he decided to put himself to the ultimate test: icebreaking. He would survive a near-drowning and hypothermia, the ultimate test of being a Gold Feather (or so he believed).

He went out, alone, and set to work. He cracked the ice and found himself plunging into the dark, freezing depths. He panicked, realizing he absolutely couldn't do this, and was desperate to survive. He fought hard for survival, but ultimately, as he dragged himself from the water, slowly succumbed to hypothermia, collapsing and losing his life only a few steps from his father's final resting place.

His pack and family would be devastated at the discovery of his body shortly thereafter, but at least, at *least*, he was reunited with his beloved father.

## Trivia

* Also apparently has a strong disliking for certain small and spiny fish… wonder what that's about.
* He was the youngest of Deonte and Sheranee's pups, with Atsila being the oldest, Teba second-oldest, and Karna third.
* He had a bit of a crush on Matthias.

## Quotes

* "You already made your decision. *You're* no Gold Feather. *Move*." (threatening Atsila, *Contrition*)

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