Gericho

Basic Information

• Identification

  • Registered Name: Gericho J. Ascher
  • Occupation: Primary trade in slaves, secondary trade in luxury fabrics, furs. Ship-owner of the galleon, Pale Fate.
  • Breed: Gray Wolf
  • Age: 33
  • Height: 7'4"
  • Weight: ~270 lbs

• Details

  Figure: From the shale sea-cliffs and black forests of the north, Gericho's ancestry gifted him a coat of magnificence so thick that snow would not melt upon it. However, it is evident he has been shorn from head to toe in some recent history. With about a year's worth of growth, new ridges of black-tipped fur mark his spine, tail and the ridges of his body and face, slowly fading to a tempered fog-grey. The gauntness of his skull is now more evident, as well as his musculature -- which has waned slightly in disuse. His figure is still widely boned, but his frame has been made lean with lesser padding, more sinewy and raw than was noticeable before.
  
  Distinguishing Features: His eyes are like ice floes; cold and unwavering, staring out from a dark and stormy backdrop. Now, however, a wicked scar snakes across the white sclera of the right with the murky brown discoloration of pooled blood leaking partially into the iris. No other apparent scars mark his face, curiously enough.
  
  Demeanor: He hunches slightly in motion, his gait an ambling skulk as if in compense for his size. He makes less eye contact with passers-by but still holds a dominant, alpha-male posture, with a disdainful sneer to any pertained lesser. Known in some regard to fellow patrons of his adopted shorehome, The Golden Tether, he has become markedly more agitated in his gesture, as well as more familiar with the daily house slaves, to their thinly veiled chagrin. His tail lashes feverishly with an indecisive bent whilst his ears will swivel to fixate on any conversation or sound, an aspect of low latent inhibition writ upon his body language. However, his voice remains a jarringly smooth tenor, laced finely with a rich northeastern accent. It seems out of accordance with his sullen manner.
  
  Appearance: His clothes are of fine make and fit, but have obviously seen some extended period of use. Oiled leather breeches have long been broken in, wear prevalent at the knees and seams. His exquisite silken shirt, a fine and faded cerulean blue. The luster of the garment has dulled with time, but finished hems and perfectly tailored cut give it mark of high value. Recently, he has also begun wearing an ornate black cloak with gold-embroidered edges and extensive yardage, most often in the cooler hours and to fend off the advances of the rainy seasons of the late spring and summer. He also wears a dark leather belt and short vest, holstering a cruel-looking skinning knife and bullwhip. One large coinpurse sits readily at his hip, but you could easily expect there is more hidden on him. Perhaps it is the weight of his gold that makes him hunch so. He seems a fine target for a bold-enough thief trained to spot the quietly moneyed. If observed over time, one would also notice a small leatherbound notebook tucked away in an inner pocket, its gilded pages often leafed through and marked in religiously.

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