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The first thing you should know about Cain is that he doesn’t speak. He hasn’t verbalized a single word to a single soul since he was around age 12, when he began communicating via a small notepad that he still keeps tucked securely into his back pocket (even though he now also has a smart phone to thumb his speech bubbles into, which he more frequently relies on).

The second thing you should know is that he’s not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Some would say naive or gullible or even childlike, to put it kindly, but really he’s just not very bright. Sorta slow on the uptake, which can either be hilarious or often just infuriating to anyone lacking the patience to handle the quirks of a dude who often comes across as stuck in chronic stoner mode. He wasn’t always like this though. About two years ago, Cain was in a vehicular accident that both got him into serious trouble with the law and damaged significant portions of his occipital lobe, amygdala and the right side region of his prefrontal cortex -- rendering him temporarily blind in both eyes and permanently disadvantaged at processing new information or memories.

(Thing #1 and thing #2 are really all you need to know about Cain. The rest is just a bunch of details.)

#3 Numerous unaccountable details surround Cain’s origin. Up until he was 10, all he’d known was a childhood in your average nuclear family out in the suburbs of Boston. He had an elder brother he looked up to, Nathan, who was always around despite already having flown the coop. He lived with a man and woman he called “mom and dad” as most small children do when addressing or referring to the pair of grownups they shared a roof with. As it turned out though, London and David Wilson aren’t Cain’s real parents. Not his biological ones anyway. And boy oh boy, did that come as a shocker.

#4 Between the ages of 10 and 15, tensions in the household’s changed internal dynamics culminated in the fateful day when Cain would commit his first burglary, breaking into the neighbor’s house and making off with just more than enough for a Greyhound ticket to LA. Naively, he’d gotten it into his head that he’d find his mother there -- in the city of angels -- though it wasn’t long before he instead found an unlikely sort of father figure in Usher, who found him on YouTube and turned him into an overnight teen idol sensation. Well, that would’ve been a cool plot twist anyway. Cain wasn’t so lucky. What went down for him in LA was more Oliver Twist meets Fagin.

#5 Age 15, face like a doll’s, sized like a nugget, nimble on his feet and with a precocious pianist’s deft fingers (plus the bonus oath of silence) Cain had all the makings of either jailbait or a gypsy pickpocket. He was just lucky enough that the latter happened first, adopted into a gang of street urchins run by a snarling but soft hearted young man, once a runaway and juvenile delinquent himself. Under his shelter and guidance, years flew by with Cain picking up all the tricks of a pickpocket’s trade, rising quickly in the crew’s ranks until he graduated into slightly more syndicated crime. Meanwhile, Cain wrote letters back home to Boston. Mostly to Nate. He missed his big brother. He often signed off with “Tell mom I’m doing alright.”

#6 Life as a total deadbeat got pretty comfy for Cain, to be honest. No school to attend or keeping up his grades to worry about. No one breathing down his neck with expectations for his next trophy son, someone who’d “make the team” in sports and other athletic pursuits. (David was a sports guy, huge sports fanatic. Nathan was his first trophy kid in that sense, Cain maybe not so much.) Instead Cain spent his days carefree, skateboarding with his buddies or busking on the streets with his guitar. Even though those were later also fronts for his dope dealing, there was one golden rule that the gang of youngsters abided by: they weren’t allowed to sample the merchandise, something Cain solemnly kept his word on...until the accident.

#7 Yea, this is the part where Cain gets into an accident -- just like his brother before him and as if his true origin wasn’t already enough of one. He was on his way to turning 22, on a routine run driving an inconspicuous electrician’s van full of coke and ice from the border town Calexico, making a few drop offs in San Diego and Pasadena before returning back to LA with the rest of the loot. Cain was sober, the stereo wasn’t blasting, he’d done the same drop a dozen times, never a hitch. There was no rhyme or reason for it at all, aside from fate maybe having a warped sense of humor, but in a screeching flash some douchebag in a Dodge Charger had run a red light, slamming into the side of the van at 80 mph. The rest was a blur. Cain woke up from his coma in a hospital, handcuffed to the bed and his eyes wrapped in bandages. He’d been out for 3 months. Skull fracture, internal bleeding and blood clot complications, severe brain trauma. Whoever his real parents were, karma was apparently no friend of theirs.

#8 The good news? (There needs to be some good news here.) Cain’s vision miraculously recovered. Karma either took pity on the kid or also saw some balance of justice in his bloodline. The criminal charges for driving a van full of contraband didn’t slide off his back so easy though, but still Cain didn’t see one single day in a prison cell. Not because he had bandages over his eyes, but because all the while he was in his coma, big bro Nate had stepped in to save the day...sort of. (See: Upcoming narrative for how Nate was contacted during this time and he hired a way better lawyer than the mediocre public defender who’d been given Cain’s case.)

#9 Nate’s intervention came with a few conditions though. Tough love was a big thing in their household, and Cain had to straighten out his act. No more involvement with his old crew, primarily, and no more mixing around with the wrong company, or getting by on a two bit thief’s lifestyle. Also, Cain had to promise to return and stay put in Boston where his surrogate family could keep an eye on him. This all sounded pretty fair to the kid at the time, or at least it sounded better than a 6 year prison sentence. (We’re not talking juvie here, guys; Nate was cutting him a break and he knew it.) So as soon as he was discharged with a relatively clean bill of health and just a small black mark left on his criminal record, Cain followed his new path back “home”. The good, prodigal son he would be. Well, he’d try...

#10 Getting used to a regular, responsible lifestyle didn’t come easy for Cain. Things on the job front were particularly frustrating. Here you’ve got this 23-year-old who doesn’t even have a high school diploma, doesn’t talk, doesn’t follow instructions so good, sometimes doesn’t remember how he even ended up wherever he is, and this is a kid looking for decent employment?? To be honest Cain would’ve jet straight back to LA the first chance he had if it weren’t for the amazing support system that waited for him back in Boston. For starters, David had softened after the 8 years Cain was gone missing, London was the perfect nurturing mother as she had always been, and they took him back into his childhood home with open arms. Which was a pretty nice start.

⤑ name cain grant wilson ⤑ comicverse jericho (joseph wilson) ⤑ date of birth + age march 18th 1994 + 23 ⤑ birthplace los angeles, california ⤑ current residence boston, massachusetts ⤑ occupation unemployed ⤑ relationship status to be determined ⤑ sexuality work in progress

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Second son of Adeline Kane Wilson and the infamous Slade Wilson, Joey Wilson was a kind, gentle soul who flourished in the arts, both a talented artist and musician. When he was a child, he was kidnapped and held hostage by a terrorist known as the Jackal who intended to use the boy as leverage against Slade, forcing Slade to admit to Adeline that he was secretly the mercenary known as Deathstroke, the Terminator. During the resulting confrontation, Slade refused to give the Jackal the information he wanted because it would violate his professional code of ethics. Slade gambled he could react fast enough to save his son, managing to save Joseph's life, but not before one of Jackal's men had begun to slit his throat. As a result, Joey was rendered mute.

His metahuman power first manifested unexpectedly when Joey was a young boy and his friend was in danger. To save the boy's life, Joseph possessed his body when they locked eyes. Unknown to his parents, Joseph's DNA had been altered due to the biological experimentation that was done to his father years before. Initially traumatized by the experience, Joseph's powers would lay dormant until his late teens, appearing again while trying to save his mother from an assasin.

Joseph has the power to take possession of any humanoid being he can make eye contact with, able to control his target's voluntary motor functions and attaining full physical control if the body is unconscious, which is also when he can speak through the host's body (though only with that person's accent and vocabulary). Jericho's body changes into an astral form seconds before possession, leaving no physical trace of himself.

The identity of Jericho was subsequently adopted when, after working with the Titans against Deathstroke, he was offered membership and remained a loyal Titan for many years.

(Adapted from DC Database and ComicVine. Point of canon: Prime Earth.)

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