General history: Zeanian Rider

Jehrico was born in 2804 in Thelonius, Europa.
His family has disowned him as well as his brother Xenian for dishonoring their family. Their brother Kaclain, one of the best remaining Imperial Knights, has taken a oath to kill his two dishonorable brothers. Jehrico's three sisters were seperated from the family in the Martian evacuation during the Starsiege, and presumed dead. Stuck on the dustball Mercury, he resumes the task of finding his lost brother, and just staying alive. His pirate group betrayed and destroyed, he found himself alone, fighting his way through the Cybrids, until at last he reached Fantasma Colony.

Development of abilities

Jehrico's abilities began to develop in 2834 after a mysterious illness, but memory this awakening and was surpressed by Xenogears after he attacked several of the Ghosts. Over the years, his abilities grew-- unconsciously-- and when he finally realized them he grew to hate his fellow Ghosts. Jehrico has no control over the darker side of his being and little moral qualms against using his abilities in a malicious manner, and this makes him extremely dangerous.

Traits

188cm 69kg brown/brown Europan/(American descent). Jehrico has crew cut black hair with blue eyes, he muscular, but by no means made of steel. An excellent HERC pilot, Jehrico has a hard time working with others.

Character study

He sat up in bed, blinking his eyes blearily into the bright, yellow light. A glance at the clock elicted a groan as he realized that not only had he overslept, but he had a hangover as well.
He got up, flinching away from the light, and headed for the cabinet and its stash of aspirin. He had to stop wasting his nights in the Deep End. It wasn't as if anyone in that horrid place was good company anyway, except some of his fellow Ghosts.
Maybe he'd set up a bar in his quarters. He knew Razorback had some brewing skills, and there was a nice blank wall behind the bed that could be excavated into fermentation chambers.
He chuckled. The bartender would kill him.
If the drink didn't first, he thought ruefully, chewing the aspirin. Another thing his unfinished quarters needed was a damned water dispenser!
He swallowed the sour powder, hoping it would work, and that the lights in Fantasma wouldn't be too bright today.
He needed a shower. But he had to go use Icey's or Razorback's, since that hadn't been installed yet either, damnit.