Jericho

Jericho Kozlov's life is a simple one or at least it was. Having been born to citizens of the rather insular Canid State, Jericho's childhood could have been a rough one, trying his best to eek out an existence on the capital world of Minerva, but his family had other plans, sending him to live with distant relatives on the distant Federation world of Arcturus, giving him the chance to experience a better way of life than he ever could with them. 

Luckily, the young Jericho thrived in the fertile environment of Valdell City, taking to the coastal shorelines like he owned them. This continued into schooling, where he was often gifted but unmotivated in academics, he excelled in athletics, particularly swimming, where he held his own against even Selakii and Otter Mustelans more naturally suited to the water than he was. Graduation came and went and, to no one's surprise, the fresh-faced Vulpid applied immediately to become a lifeguard, one of many along the University District's lengthy stretch of beach-side coastline. Thus, with his dream job, steady pay, a roof over his head, and a few small bonsai trees, Jericho was perfectly content with life... at least until a particularly persistent tiger man added a strange, but not entirely unwelcome, dimension to his simple existence.

When not keeping careful watch over the University District's eastern coast, Jericho can usually be found either in Ruca's Corner Lounge enjoying a whiskey sour or two (or nine, depending on how much of Dmytri's shenanigans he'd been forced to deal with that day) or at home, likely tending to his bonsai trees, though increasingly he finds his usual quiet and quaint life upended in new and interesting ways...