Jeriya Reziko Iago
Pronunciation: J-er-i-ya Rez-ee-k-o ee-AH-goh
Nicknames: Jeri
Pronouns: He, His, Him
Age:18 19
Birthday: November 18th
Gender: Male
Category: Student
Class: College Freshman
Major: Computer Forensics
Clubs: Fairfolk Associates Education
Housing: Dorms
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Human
Languages: English, Japanese
Hometown: Tokyo, Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Voice Claim: Here
Appearance Description:
For most of this youth, he had a rather emo looking appearance. His shaggy black hair, that fell just above his shoulders, made him look a lot older than other people his age. It covered his left eye greatly, going down to the bottom of his nose when not pinned back or pushed violently to the side. Later on in his lifetime, he grew his hair out a bit more and through his interactions with Yoruichi, he boy cut off his lingering hair, making him rather upset for his sudden loss. He appreciated it though, as it got him out of his comfort zone and made him more confident in how he looked. Even though Yoruichi cut his bangs, his front hairs still stayed rather long, but not enough in hinder his vision like it had before.
He dyed it a variation of colors, until he settled on a medium, hazy brown. He eventually settled for a shorter, layered hair cut. He likes this more so because it makes him look older and keeps the small strands of hair away from his eyes, ears and mouth. His eyes are like all four elements in one. Green, blue, red, yellow, pink, white; all these and more can be seen him his eyes. They resemble opals, with all colors clashing together to create something unique and breathtaking.
Jeriya has a small tan, most nobility in his face, due to his constant time outside. Even when he is not outside for long periods of time, it seems to stay on for at least one month, slowly fading afterwards. His body is slender, but very fit. His biceps, tights and foreheads are obvious showings of this, as well as his ripped stomach, exposing a six pack. His height is an over average of 6'2, being the tallest of all of his family members and former classmates, not that it was that impressive. Jeriya has never mentioned wanting to be shorter for any reason. His clothing style is rather unique. Though he usually just wears whatever he wants to, he likes to feel a certain edginess with each day. His outfits never make sense or have any reasoning, but they work somehow for him. Sometimes he just grabs whatever and makes it work. He is very confident in this aspect of himself, as he never questions it or care if people stare or make fun of him.
Personality Description:
Irrational: As he likes to describe it, he thinks with his instincts rather than morals, the outcome or the situation. Though most commonly thought of as an impulsive response due to emotional distress, this does not apply to him. No matter the situation, 90% of his choices are due to his lack of thinking. Randomly going on runs, going to the movies, having three showers in an hour; these are all possibilities. Sometimes he gets bad outcomes to his actions, but he is most of the time able to get away with it, or escape before the situation gets any worse. This habit has gotten him into rather destroying substances. Alcohol, drugs, smoking, hardcore partying, huge arguments over petty things; these were some of the quick decisions that had impacted him greatly.
Hopeless Romantic: Jeriya just really wants to fall in love. The only problem is that he is very stubborn with who he gets close with. He doesn't want others hurting him or breaking his heart, so every person that he has considered a friends has gotten that title through many tests of their friendship and loyalty. You could say that ties into his trust issues, but he does sometimes get swept away by certain people. He gets infatuated with this person, wanting to get closer to them, to know them and for him, eventually fall in love with them. This process can be grueling, as his all over the place attitude is hard to measure at the best of times.
Caring: After being shunned and hurt for most of his life, he is very keen on being nice to people that treat him nicely. Of course, it takes a long time for him to warm up to someone else, as he doesn't want someone he loves to shun him, as that would remind him of how he was treated as a child and young teen. Once he finds someone that he can depend and rely on, he will do little things in order to make them love him more. He doesn't want anyone to feel like that they have to like him, as he just tries to be himself. If someone likes him for who he is, his weird powers and personality included, then he will care for them and make sure that they feel safe around him.
Distant: It takes him a long time to realize that he isn't useless and unwanted. He doesn't think that there would be anyone in the world that would see him as important. He likes to get in people's faces and annoy them when he first meets someone, as he has a mind set that everyone hates him. Jeriya feels like he doesn't need anyone either, that he would just get in the way of someone else's life. He doesn't want to be used or taken for granted. This means when someone gets mad, he automatically thinks it is his fault, to which he either stays away or tries to comfort them.
Funny: Jeriya likes to crack jokes, whenever he feels like people need a bit of humor. Even if they are out of place and make no sense, he doesn't like awkward silence around people that he knows. Around strangers, it is fine as he usually just leaves, as he doesn't want to inconvenience people. At lot of the jokes that he makes are sexual and inappropriate. Due to this, he usually scares people away, or makes them worry about his mental state.
Stubborn: He really likes to deny things about himself. If someone asks his sexuality, age or even gender, he gets very defensive and refuses to believe whatever they say or answer for himself. Even though he may deny these things, if someone asks him enough times, or if he is comfortable around that person, he is likely to shout it out randomly. Jeriya also isn't very fond of change. He went through a lot of changes in his youth, so he is kind of reluctant to accept any new ones.
Powers:
Dictionary
Because anyone who says words don't hurt, has never been hit with them. Pretty much Jeriya is able to use his words against people, literally. When he means what he says, such as a bold, blunt, hateful or loving comment, he is able to turn these statements, as well as the emotions behind them into his weapon. Also working when he really focuses on a certain word or sentence, when saying it out loud, their projection turns into Arial fonted words. With his words, if he says a meaningful sentence, this can be shortened to a few words, or in come cases just one. These actions tire him, as they take out his core emotions.
Having two or more of these a day can be horrible to his health. This will cause him to have anything from severe headaches, lack of emotions, dizziness, a fever, exhaustion; all of these symptoms and more seem to come up. As Jeriya doesn't even like feeling sick, he tries to not overdue his powers. At the same time, due to his rash personality, it is hard for him to think and consider what he is saying. When the words are said. They come out as little black fly looking beings, then sleepy extend in the air before floating in front of him and eventually falling to the ground. Thankfully, if the words aren't picked up, they sink into the ground without any harm to himself or the ground. These words only last as long as Jeriya deeply feels them, or when his emotions change to something else. Depending on the situation, this can last anywhere from 1 minute to 1 hour; which has been the limits that he has experienced so far.
Bold: If it is a bold statement, such as 'you look funny', but isn't necessarily meant to be hateful, it goes under this category. It takes on the predicament and meaning behind those words. Because these are bold words, when they come out bolded, as well as being around 20-40 pounds depending on how many words come out. It takes on the form of a sledgehammer, though it looks more so like a piece of wood as the form doesn't change. When hit with this, it feels like a blunt force, it can take people off of their feet if he swings it hard enough. It feels like any other blunt object; a piece of wood, a guitar, a shovel, just with a lot more force. These words, when someone is hit with them, come out as bruises, sprained or broken bones.
Sharp: If it is a sharp statement, such as something that would majorly hurt someone, his words come into a sharp form. Something along the lines of 'I hate you', which would feel like a stab to the heart, can cut people. As it comes into a sword form; extending and slanting with italics. This weapon works just like an other sword; if it makes contact it cuts. The only different is the feeling of hatred. Wanting to give up, take revenge and fight harder safe starting points from his power.
Love: Almost the opposite of the two more violent emotions, if Jeriya shows love to someone, especially if he says 'I love you', the words come out slowly and form a half circle. due to this shape, he is able to wrap that person in a blanket of love. He is able to make this person actually feel his love around them, as the word is around them. They feel warm and protected in this word blanket, which makes it hard for people to want to get out of.
Biography:
Warning: Abuse, Violence, Homophobic people, language
Jeriya didn't have the easiest of upbringings. His father was an alcoholic, who abused him as well as his mother. Though, at such a young age, all you want is to make both your parents happy. He would bring his unloving father beers, cigarettes, food, good grades, but nothing seemed to stop his ruthless behaviors. Most of the time his mother, Tima, would take the beating he was supposed to receive. At school, he would come with bruises all over his body, some being visible no matter how many layers of clothes or makeup he put on. He would miss many days of school, with his father making him stay home to care for his every need, while he sank further into despair. At the age of 8, his father came horribly ill, which really took a toll on his mother. Jeriya though, was almost celebrating, as he knew that if his father died, he would be free from the abuse that had kept him in a box for his whole life. As he got sicker, Jeriya was able to focus more on school, on the things that took his mind away from his mother blaming him for his father sickness. Saying he 'wasn't giving him enough of what he wanted', though he ignored such things.
At the age of 12, his father finally passed away from many causes, some Jeriya hadn't even heard of. When he heard the news, he smiled so brightly, which really alarmed the nurses and his mother, to which they concluded that he was just hiding his sadness. He wasn't sad at all though, he felt free and liberated, even though he wasn't sure what the future would hold with his mother unemployed and no one to care for him. After a few months had passed, when their bills needed to be paid and they were on the brink of starving, a man knocked at their door. Apparently he was some big time film producer. He wooed his mother with kind words, late night outs, filled with binge drinking, sex and money, until she was convinced she was in love. At this time, he started to notice someone that seemed to be, different. Jeriya wasn't sure if he was a spark plug, or just someone that caught his eye; someone he blushed when looking at. That was normal, right? He was a little boy and his mind was filled with abuse, hate and rage, so it was natural to want to lean on someone else, slowly not him? They said almost quiet hellos to one another, though they never really considered each other acquaintances. Yoruichi was someone that seemed a lot like him. He tried to spark a conversation a few times, but the little boy came off as cold.
He would always give Jeriya allowances for being a good little boy, ranging from 100 to 2,000 dollars depending on how drunk he was. He spent most of it for food and supplies to survive as his mom was never home anymore. After a few months of that, George asked to marry Tima, to which they said yes. Both of them moved to another city, one that was a bit smaller and more quaint that his previous one. On their wedding day, they announced to their friends and distant family that they were expecting a baby, a boy. Jeriya couldn't think, that he was going to be replaced and forgotten by this new person. He didn't talk to either of them for months, until his mother told him to come to the hospital. He only came along because the happy go lucky step father of his asked him to, bribed him with 3,000 dollars to come. Though, he still regretted coming, because his baby brother was still-born. This mother was devastated, as was his step father. Of course, they blamed Jeriya, saying that his denial and stress had caused him to be still-born. He couldn't escape, no matter how much he wanted to, he had no other family members, friends or even neighbors to lean on. For the next year, his new family shunned him, as they went off on the weekends to live in a cottage bout 4 hours away from the mansion he now lived in. When they were home on the weekdays, his mother focused cleaning and cooking, while his step father worked in his office or went out to have meetings on his next projects.
They now had to stay full time in the mansion as George's fans had found out their cottage, so it wasn't safe for them anymore. Neither of them were the same, as now his mother even hit him, asking why he didn't get perfect grades or why he was so skinny. Anything she could think of to make him feel useless. Rumors around his school surfaced about George's new movie, which would feature his new wife and child. Of course, they never realized that he should have been the one in the movie. He felt like giving up, like just curling up into a ball and slowly wasting away. The next day though, he recognized someone from a few years ago, the boy named Yuroichi. He recognized him, as the boy that had caught his eye almost two years ago. For everyone else, he was just someone else that joined their class; someone that would find a group of friends and ignore him. Though for some reason, he was drawn to this boy, this cute looking thing that didn't even seem to be the same age as him. He lingered on and watched him, following him, not taking his eyes off of this person that he felt he needed to know. Whenever the boy looked even close to his direction, he felt a tingly feeling in his stomach, something that he wasn't sure about. All Jeriya knew was that he wanted him.
He got his wish though, as apparently they were both doing bad in the opposite classes of each other; the ones that Jeriya excelled at, Yuroichi was failing and vice versa. The principal forced them together, in hopes that they could both help each other out to be better, even though it seemed neither of them were that interested. Though he assumed that the person that interested him the most would be sweet and kind, it was not the case. They started off cold, as Jeriya started to feel other emotions other than a longing to know his favorite color. It was hate. Maybe it was because every time they were together, they had to study, or work. Maybe it was because sometimes they shouted at each other when they missed too many study meetings. There was something there, something that made them dread each other's company. The boy talked about some far away island, a magical one, where he could escape Jeriya and the forced time they were spending together.
Even after what they thought would be the end of it, after their marks started to go up; they couldn't escape each other. They were pushed to be partners in projects, had all the same classes and even sometimes were close to each other at lunch time. It was weird, because everyone else assumed that they were cousins or siblings for how much time they spent together. Jeriya started to feel the same as he had before, that not-so uptight feeling around this boy. He felt like maybe, in a few months, that they could be friends, as they actually were very similar. There was something about this time around, that upset them both. They got into a big fight, which led to them both being physical. He sustained many knife marks across his body, as he had never realized how skilled the smaller boy was with them. Jeriya had gotten in a few good punches, leaving big bruises on his counterpart. It had been hard, him wanting many times to go over to his house and to tell him how he felt, truly.
They didn't talk after that, nor did Jeriya see his once mortal enemy around at school, which meant he got an earful from the principal; as if he knew where Yoruichi was. He also had to deal with the cops, as the mess and noise hey had made had alarmed many of the people that were around at the time of their fight. He didn't enjoy having to explain it all by himself, as well as having to stay a night. Around this same time, his step father started to get very destructive. He would yell at his mother even, but more specially him. He was back in the same position as he had been with his father, as George was upset due to his recent film starring his family being horribly rated. He called Jeriya names for the time that he had spent with Yoruichi, as now Tim and George were convinced that two of them were dating; which neither of them said that they would support. "If you want to live under this roof, you better stop seeing that boy" George would always say, no matter how many times Jeriya denied it. They weren't together, they were enemies but it seemed that the man's drunken state had left him unable to tell the difference.
He needed to fix some old scars of his. Forever he had let the male in his house control him. No more was he going to let someone that didn't deserve him, put him under his thumb. As he got into his house, his step-father throwing bottles at him, which he dodged as he always had. "Stop it!" He yelled at the man that was ruining his life and who he was. Of course, this was one of the first times that he had never talked back to the man. George got up, but before he was able to even touch Jeriya, he shouted again, really meaning it. "I hate you!" The words came out, almost smashing him in the face because of how close George was to him. He widened his eyes, as this was the first time he had ever seen his powers. His step father looked at him, chuckling. "Fucking faggot freak." He said, to which Jeriya grabbed his word 'hate', feeling how heavy it was. He had the instinct to swing it, so he did. Hitting him in the face, he went tumbling back, landing on the floor as the words had severely hurt him, as his words were pure and true. His mother got in the way before he could swing again, so he pushed her away before hitting him again, harder this time across the face, making him split blood. His mother screamed at him, begging him to stop. He did after two more hits, which by this time, George was knocked out, bloody and bruised. He dropped the words, as they sunk into the ground. "I'm done." He glared at his weak mother, then exited without another word. It was obvious that his mother would go on George's side and call the cops on him.
He searched his room, for some sign of the boy he had spent so much time with, so many memories, good and bad. How could he have just so selfishly left him? All alone with no one else to bicker, laugh and enjoy being around. He hated him. Every fiber of his being hated the boy that he knew inside and out, the one that he had taken away, so that they could both have a friend. Jeriya had always hated him, the little cute, sensitive, sometimes innocent person. He stepped around, ripping pages and wrinkling sheets in his messy bedroom. He stopped, looking down at a pale envelope that he remembered from a while back. Jeriya picked it up, seeing Yoruichi's name on it, doing a half smile. Even then, as he stared at the page, he couldn't believe what he had wrote on it.
He scoffed at such a thing, feeling a horrid explosion in his stomach. He didn't really love him, did he? It was more so some fantasy, because boys couldn't love boys like that, right? Jeriya wanted to deny the words with every breath he took. He wanted to forget all about those feelings, those facts that were so obvious that he knew he couldn't ignore them. Heritage threw the letter on the ground, stomping his foot on it in anger. There were plenty of girls at his school, ones that liked him and giggled, turning crimson whenever he walked by; so why was he so stuck on the little weasel he had grown up with? After a few minutes of sitting on his bed, trying not to do anything with no thinking, he picked up the paper and straightened it pit as best he could, though the once perfect confession was ripped a bit at the top, permanently crumbled. He didn't mean it at all. He meant the opposite of those words. He hated Yuroichi. He sighed deeply as he placed it back in the envelope and placed it in his suitcase. He hadn't even remembered writing such a thing; which meant it was most likely when he had been alone and desperate for someone to care about him. It was stupid though, as he was never going to admit to what that note said, even if it was a joke. It was in the past anyways. He didn't want to dwell, but he knew he needed to know the truth of where Yoruichi had went. He had to tell him how stupid he was and how much he hated him. The only person that he wanted in his life had left him, over such a petty fight; that pissed him off. He wanted Yoruichi in his life so that he could annoy him day and night. He put his favorite outfits in his suitcase, a wad of 20,000 dollars he had stolen from his step father earlier. He wasn't going to give up on the person that had made him so angry for so long, as it was all he had left. He knew he couldn't stay here, nor did he want to. He had no way of knowing where Yoruichi was. Even after a month of searching, he had come up with nothing more than an empty trail to follow. The only thing he remembered was the island that he had mentioned so many times to him.
He left the house without another word, making sure he didn't forget anything in the process. He stayed in a hotel for a few nights, trying to track whatever island he could think of. Even now, with this new found power, he knew that he couldn't live among his classmates and in the judging society that he had grown up in. After the 4th day of him staying locked in his hotel room, two people knocked on his door, offering him passage to an island, Manta Carlos. He was hesitant at first, as it sounded a bit scary, to leave everything for what sounded like a small island. He thought back to Yoru though, who had mentioned such a place, to which he accepted and a few hours later he was on a boat to his new life, and hopefully Yoruichi. Of course, he only wanted to see him because he wanted to say 'I hate you too'.
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Nicknames: Jeri
Pronouns: He, His, Him
Age:
Birthday: November 18th
Gender: Male
Category: Student
Class: College Freshman
Major: Computer Forensics
Clubs: Fairfolk Associates Education
Housing: Dorms
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Human
Languages: English, Japanese
Hometown: Tokyo, Japan
Nationality: Japanese
Voice Claim: Here
Appearance Description:
For most of this youth, he had a rather emo looking appearance. His shaggy black hair, that fell just above his shoulders, made him look a lot older than other people his age. It covered his left eye greatly, going down to the bottom of his nose when not pinned back or pushed violently to the side. Later on in his lifetime, he grew his hair out a bit more and through his interactions with Yoruichi, he boy cut off his lingering hair, making him rather upset for his sudden loss. He appreciated it though, as it got him out of his comfort zone and made him more confident in how he looked. Even though Yoruichi cut his bangs, his front hairs still stayed rather long, but not enough in hinder his vision like it had before.
He dyed it a variation of colors, until he settled on a medium, hazy brown. He eventually settled for a shorter, layered hair cut. He likes this more so because it makes him look older and keeps the small strands of hair away from his eyes, ears and mouth. His eyes are like all four elements in one. Green, blue, red, yellow, pink, white; all these and more can be seen him his eyes. They resemble opals, with all colors clashing together to create something unique and breathtaking.
Jeriya has a small tan, most nobility in his face, due to his constant time outside. Even when he is not outside for long periods of time, it seems to stay on for at least one month, slowly fading afterwards. His body is slender, but very fit. His biceps, tights and foreheads are obvious showings of this, as well as his ripped stomach, exposing a six pack. His height is an over average of 6'2, being the tallest of all of his family members and former classmates, not that it was that impressive. Jeriya has never mentioned wanting to be shorter for any reason. His clothing style is rather unique. Though he usually just wears whatever he wants to, he likes to feel a certain edginess with each day. His outfits never make sense or have any reasoning, but they work somehow for him. Sometimes he just grabs whatever and makes it work. He is very confident in this aspect of himself, as he never questions it or care if people stare or make fun of him.
Personality Description:
Irrational: As he likes to describe it, he thinks with his instincts rather than morals, the outcome or the situation. Though most commonly thought of as an impulsive response due to emotional distress, this does not apply to him. No matter the situation, 90% of his choices are due to his lack of thinking. Randomly going on runs, going to the movies, having three showers in an hour; these are all possibilities. Sometimes he gets bad outcomes to his actions, but he is most of the time able to get away with it, or escape before the situation gets any worse. This habit has gotten him into rather destroying substances. Alcohol, drugs, smoking, hardcore partying, huge arguments over petty things; these were some of the quick decisions that had impacted him greatly.
Hopeless Romantic: Jeriya just really wants to fall in love. The only problem is that he is very stubborn with who he gets close with. He doesn't want others hurting him or breaking his heart, so every person that he has considered a friends has gotten that title through many tests of their friendship and loyalty. You could say that ties into his trust issues, but he does sometimes get swept away by certain people. He gets infatuated with this person, wanting to get closer to them, to know them and for him, eventually fall in love with them. This process can be grueling, as his all over the place attitude is hard to measure at the best of times.
Caring: After being shunned and hurt for most of his life, he is very keen on being nice to people that treat him nicely. Of course, it takes a long time for him to warm up to someone else, as he doesn't want someone he loves to shun him, as that would remind him of how he was treated as a child and young teen. Once he finds someone that he can depend and rely on, he will do little things in order to make them love him more. He doesn't want anyone to feel like that they have to like him, as he just tries to be himself. If someone likes him for who he is, his weird powers and personality included, then he will care for them and make sure that they feel safe around him.
Distant: It takes him a long time to realize that he isn't useless and unwanted. He doesn't think that there would be anyone in the world that would see him as important. He likes to get in people's faces and annoy them when he first meets someone, as he has a mind set that everyone hates him. Jeriya feels like he doesn't need anyone either, that he would just get in the way of someone else's life. He doesn't want to be used or taken for granted. This means when someone gets mad, he automatically thinks it is his fault, to which he either stays away or tries to comfort them.
Funny: Jeriya likes to crack jokes, whenever he feels like people need a bit of humor. Even if they are out of place and make no sense, he doesn't like awkward silence around people that he knows. Around strangers, it is fine as he usually just leaves, as he doesn't want to inconvenience people. At lot of the jokes that he makes are sexual and inappropriate. Due to this, he usually scares people away, or makes them worry about his mental state.
Stubborn: He really likes to deny things about himself. If someone asks his sexuality, age or even gender, he gets very defensive and refuses to believe whatever they say or answer for himself. Even though he may deny these things, if someone asks him enough times, or if he is comfortable around that person, he is likely to shout it out randomly. Jeriya also isn't very fond of change. He went through a lot of changes in his youth, so he is kind of reluctant to accept any new ones.
Powers:
Dictionary
Because anyone who says words don't hurt, has never been hit with them. Pretty much Jeriya is able to use his words against people, literally. When he means what he says, such as a bold, blunt, hateful or loving comment, he is able to turn these statements, as well as the emotions behind them into his weapon. Also working when he really focuses on a certain word or sentence, when saying it out loud, their projection turns into Arial fonted words. With his words, if he says a meaningful sentence, this can be shortened to a few words, or in come cases just one. These actions tire him, as they take out his core emotions.
Having two or more of these a day can be horrible to his health. This will cause him to have anything from severe headaches, lack of emotions, dizziness, a fever, exhaustion; all of these symptoms and more seem to come up. As Jeriya doesn't even like feeling sick, he tries to not overdue his powers. At the same time, due to his rash personality, it is hard for him to think and consider what he is saying. When the words are said. They come out as little black fly looking beings, then sleepy extend in the air before floating in front of him and eventually falling to the ground. Thankfully, if the words aren't picked up, they sink into the ground without any harm to himself or the ground. These words only last as long as Jeriya deeply feels them, or when his emotions change to something else. Depending on the situation, this can last anywhere from 1 minute to 1 hour; which has been the limits that he has experienced so far.
Bold: If it is a bold statement, such as 'you look funny', but isn't necessarily meant to be hateful, it goes under this category. It takes on the predicament and meaning behind those words. Because these are bold words, when they come out bolded, as well as being around 20-40 pounds depending on how many words come out. It takes on the form of a sledgehammer, though it looks more so like a piece of wood as the form doesn't change. When hit with this, it feels like a blunt force, it can take people off of their feet if he swings it hard enough. It feels like any other blunt object; a piece of wood, a guitar, a shovel, just with a lot more force. These words, when someone is hit with them, come out as bruises, sprained or broken bones.
Sharp: If it is a sharp statement, such as something that would majorly hurt someone, his words come into a sharp form. Something along the lines of 'I hate you', which would feel like a stab to the heart, can cut people. As it comes into a sword form; extending and slanting with italics. This weapon works just like an other sword; if it makes contact it cuts. The only different is the feeling of hatred. Wanting to give up, take revenge and fight harder safe starting points from his power.
Love: Almost the opposite of the two more violent emotions, if Jeriya shows love to someone, especially if he says 'I love you', the words come out slowly and form a half circle. due to this shape, he is able to wrap that person in a blanket of love. He is able to make this person actually feel his love around them, as the word is around them. They feel warm and protected in this word blanket, which makes it hard for people to want to get out of.
Biography:
Warning: Abuse, Violence, Homophobic people, language
Jeriya didn't have the easiest of upbringings. His father was an alcoholic, who abused him as well as his mother. Though, at such a young age, all you want is to make both your parents happy. He would bring his unloving father beers, cigarettes, food, good grades, but nothing seemed to stop his ruthless behaviors. Most of the time his mother, Tima, would take the beating he was supposed to receive. At school, he would come with bruises all over his body, some being visible no matter how many layers of clothes or makeup he put on. He would miss many days of school, with his father making him stay home to care for his every need, while he sank further into despair. At the age of 8, his father came horribly ill, which really took a toll on his mother. Jeriya though, was almost celebrating, as he knew that if his father died, he would be free from the abuse that had kept him in a box for his whole life. As he got sicker, Jeriya was able to focus more on school, on the things that took his mind away from his mother blaming him for his father sickness. Saying he 'wasn't giving him enough of what he wanted', though he ignored such things.
At the age of 12, his father finally passed away from many causes, some Jeriya hadn't even heard of. When he heard the news, he smiled so brightly, which really alarmed the nurses and his mother, to which they concluded that he was just hiding his sadness. He wasn't sad at all though, he felt free and liberated, even though he wasn't sure what the future would hold with his mother unemployed and no one to care for him. After a few months had passed, when their bills needed to be paid and they were on the brink of starving, a man knocked at their door. Apparently he was some big time film producer. He wooed his mother with kind words, late night outs, filled with binge drinking, sex and money, until she was convinced she was in love. At this time, he started to notice someone that seemed to be, different. Jeriya wasn't sure if he was a spark plug, or just someone that caught his eye; someone he blushed when looking at. That was normal, right? He was a little boy and his mind was filled with abuse, hate and rage, so it was natural to want to lean on someone else, slowly not him? They said almost quiet hellos to one another, though they never really considered each other acquaintances. Yoruichi was someone that seemed a lot like him. He tried to spark a conversation a few times, but the little boy came off as cold.
He would always give Jeriya allowances for being a good little boy, ranging from 100 to 2,000 dollars depending on how drunk he was. He spent most of it for food and supplies to survive as his mom was never home anymore. After a few months of that, George asked to marry Tima, to which they said yes. Both of them moved to another city, one that was a bit smaller and more quaint that his previous one. On their wedding day, they announced to their friends and distant family that they were expecting a baby, a boy. Jeriya couldn't think, that he was going to be replaced and forgotten by this new person. He didn't talk to either of them for months, until his mother told him to come to the hospital. He only came along because the happy go lucky step father of his asked him to, bribed him with 3,000 dollars to come. Though, he still regretted coming, because his baby brother was still-born. This mother was devastated, as was his step father. Of course, they blamed Jeriya, saying that his denial and stress had caused him to be still-born. He couldn't escape, no matter how much he wanted to, he had no other family members, friends or even neighbors to lean on. For the next year, his new family shunned him, as they went off on the weekends to live in a cottage bout 4 hours away from the mansion he now lived in. When they were home on the weekdays, his mother focused cleaning and cooking, while his step father worked in his office or went out to have meetings on his next projects.
They now had to stay full time in the mansion as George's fans had found out their cottage, so it wasn't safe for them anymore. Neither of them were the same, as now his mother even hit him, asking why he didn't get perfect grades or why he was so skinny. Anything she could think of to make him feel useless. Rumors around his school surfaced about George's new movie, which would feature his new wife and child. Of course, they never realized that he should have been the one in the movie. He felt like giving up, like just curling up into a ball and slowly wasting away. The next day though, he recognized someone from a few years ago, the boy named Yuroichi. He recognized him, as the boy that had caught his eye almost two years ago. For everyone else, he was just someone else that joined their class; someone that would find a group of friends and ignore him. Though for some reason, he was drawn to this boy, this cute looking thing that didn't even seem to be the same age as him. He lingered on and watched him, following him, not taking his eyes off of this person that he felt he needed to know. Whenever the boy looked even close to his direction, he felt a tingly feeling in his stomach, something that he wasn't sure about. All Jeriya knew was that he wanted him.
He got his wish though, as apparently they were both doing bad in the opposite classes of each other; the ones that Jeriya excelled at, Yuroichi was failing and vice versa. The principal forced them together, in hopes that they could both help each other out to be better, even though it seemed neither of them were that interested. Though he assumed that the person that interested him the most would be sweet and kind, it was not the case. They started off cold, as Jeriya started to feel other emotions other than a longing to know his favorite color. It was hate. Maybe it was because every time they were together, they had to study, or work. Maybe it was because sometimes they shouted at each other when they missed too many study meetings. There was something there, something that made them dread each other's company. The boy talked about some far away island, a magical one, where he could escape Jeriya and the forced time they were spending together.
Even after what they thought would be the end of it, after their marks started to go up; they couldn't escape each other. They were pushed to be partners in projects, had all the same classes and even sometimes were close to each other at lunch time. It was weird, because everyone else assumed that they were cousins or siblings for how much time they spent together. Jeriya started to feel the same as he had before, that not-so uptight feeling around this boy. He felt like maybe, in a few months, that they could be friends, as they actually were very similar. There was something about this time around, that upset them both. They got into a big fight, which led to them both being physical. He sustained many knife marks across his body, as he had never realized how skilled the smaller boy was with them. Jeriya had gotten in a few good punches, leaving big bruises on his counterpart. It had been hard, him wanting many times to go over to his house and to tell him how he felt, truly.
They didn't talk after that, nor did Jeriya see his once mortal enemy around at school, which meant he got an earful from the principal; as if he knew where Yoruichi was. He also had to deal with the cops, as the mess and noise hey had made had alarmed many of the people that were around at the time of their fight. He didn't enjoy having to explain it all by himself, as well as having to stay a night. Around this same time, his step father started to get very destructive. He would yell at his mother even, but more specially him. He was back in the same position as he had been with his father, as George was upset due to his recent film starring his family being horribly rated. He called Jeriya names for the time that he had spent with Yoruichi, as now Tim and George were convinced that two of them were dating; which neither of them said that they would support. "If you want to live under this roof, you better stop seeing that boy" George would always say, no matter how many times Jeriya denied it. They weren't together, they were enemies but it seemed that the man's drunken state had left him unable to tell the difference.
He needed to fix some old scars of his. Forever he had let the male in his house control him. No more was he going to let someone that didn't deserve him, put him under his thumb. As he got into his house, his step-father throwing bottles at him, which he dodged as he always had. "Stop it!" He yelled at the man that was ruining his life and who he was. Of course, this was one of the first times that he had never talked back to the man. George got up, but before he was able to even touch Jeriya, he shouted again, really meaning it. "I hate you!" The words came out, almost smashing him in the face because of how close George was to him. He widened his eyes, as this was the first time he had ever seen his powers. His step father looked at him, chuckling. "Fucking faggot freak." He said, to which Jeriya grabbed his word 'hate', feeling how heavy it was. He had the instinct to swing it, so he did. Hitting him in the face, he went tumbling back, landing on the floor as the words had severely hurt him, as his words were pure and true. His mother got in the way before he could swing again, so he pushed her away before hitting him again, harder this time across the face, making him split blood. His mother screamed at him, begging him to stop. He did after two more hits, which by this time, George was knocked out, bloody and bruised. He dropped the words, as they sunk into the ground. "I'm done." He glared at his weak mother, then exited without another word. It was obvious that his mother would go on George's side and call the cops on him.
He searched his room, for some sign of the boy he had spent so much time with, so many memories, good and bad. How could he have just so selfishly left him? All alone with no one else to bicker, laugh and enjoy being around. He hated him. Every fiber of his being hated the boy that he knew inside and out, the one that he had taken away, so that they could both have a friend. Jeriya had always hated him, the little cute, sensitive, sometimes innocent person. He stepped around, ripping pages and wrinkling sheets in his messy bedroom. He stopped, looking down at a pale envelope that he remembered from a while back. Jeriya picked it up, seeing Yoruichi's name on it, doing a half smile. Even then, as he stared at the page, he couldn't believe what he had wrote on it.
He scoffed at such a thing, feeling a horrid explosion in his stomach. He didn't really love him, did he? It was more so some fantasy, because boys couldn't love boys like that, right? Jeriya wanted to deny the words with every breath he took. He wanted to forget all about those feelings, those facts that were so obvious that he knew he couldn't ignore them. Heritage threw the letter on the ground, stomping his foot on it in anger. There were plenty of girls at his school, ones that liked him and giggled, turning crimson whenever he walked by; so why was he so stuck on the little weasel he had grown up with? After a few minutes of sitting on his bed, trying not to do anything with no thinking, he picked up the paper and straightened it pit as best he could, though the once perfect confession was ripped a bit at the top, permanently crumbled. He didn't mean it at all. He meant the opposite of those words. He hated Yuroichi. He sighed deeply as he placed it back in the envelope and placed it in his suitcase. He hadn't even remembered writing such a thing; which meant it was most likely when he had been alone and desperate for someone to care about him. It was stupid though, as he was never going to admit to what that note said, even if it was a joke. It was in the past anyways. He didn't want to dwell, but he knew he needed to know the truth of where Yoruichi had went. He had to tell him how stupid he was and how much he hated him. The only person that he wanted in his life had left him, over such a petty fight; that pissed him off. He wanted Yoruichi in his life so that he could annoy him day and night. He put his favorite outfits in his suitcase, a wad of 20,000 dollars he had stolen from his step father earlier. He wasn't going to give up on the person that had made him so angry for so long, as it was all he had left. He knew he couldn't stay here, nor did he want to. He had no way of knowing where Yoruichi was. Even after a month of searching, he had come up with nothing more than an empty trail to follow. The only thing he remembered was the island that he had mentioned so many times to him.
He left the house without another word, making sure he didn't forget anything in the process. He stayed in a hotel for a few nights, trying to track whatever island he could think of. Even now, with this new found power, he knew that he couldn't live among his classmates and in the judging society that he had grown up in. After the 4th day of him staying locked in his hotel room, two people knocked on his door, offering him passage to an island, Manta Carlos. He was hesitant at first, as it sounded a bit scary, to leave everything for what sounded like a small island. He thought back to Yoru though, who had mentioned such a place, to which he accepted and a few hours later he was on a boat to his new life, and hopefully Yoruichi. Of course, he only wanted to see him because he wanted to say 'I hate you too'.
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