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You won't find any vanilla in this sundae

Jericho Nicks, known legally as Samantha Robertson, was never meant to live the quiet life. From a young age, she was destined for something bigger, something louder. Born in a small, nondescript town, Jericho was the child of broken homes and broken dreams. Her mother was a woman of few words, caught in a spiral of low-paying jobs and absent relationships, while her father, a once-aspiring musician, disappeared when Jericho was barely five years old. Raised in the shadow of disappointment and emotional neglect, Jericho found solace in one thing: music.

By the time she hit her teens, Jericho was already the personification of angst—raw, untamed, and full of fire. A natural talent with an undeniable voice, she quickly became the center of attention in her high school’s music scene. Her band, A Legacy of Honesty, started out as a garage project, but their blend of intense, visceral nu-metal quickly gained a local following. They were loud, they were unapologetic, and Jericho was their fearless frontwoman. Her lyrics were raw, dredging up her pain, confusion, and anger—a reflection of the chaos brewing within her.

But while Jericho's music was an outlet for her pain, it became clear early on that the girl who sang about pain and loss was no stranger to living it. As the band's success grew, so did her darker tendencies. The energy and adrenaline of the stage fed her hunger for escape, but offstage, Jericho became consumed by the very things she sang about—alcohol, drugs, and the fleeting satisfaction of fleeting relationships. There were nights where she disappeared into the haze of smoke and sound, letting her insecurities take form in the arms of strangers, indulging in the chaos to numb the ache she couldn’t quite shake.

The truth was, Jericho was lost. Beneath the fiery exterior, beneath the angry lyrics and the endless tours, was a girl who had been hurt too many times to count. She was tired of feeling invisible, tired of being let down by the people she loved. She was tired of the disappointment, of the idea that she had to keep proving her worth to a world that seemed to care more about her chaos than her soul.

Despite the loud life she led, Jericho’s mind was a quiet storm. There were moments, sometimes brief and rare, where the chaos and noise faded, and she would catch glimpses of herself—without the persona, without the anger. She was a girl who just wanted someone to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. But no one could, not while she was still running from the truth.

Behind the swagger, behind the addiction to the rockstar lifestyle, was a girl who had never learned how to heal. She didn’t know how to stop. The rush of the stage, the adrenaline, the applause—these were the things that kept her going, the only things that felt like they mattered. But they never filled the hole inside her, the emptiness that had followed her since childhood.

Her bandmates, a ragtag group of equally troubled souls, could see it in her. They knew something was off, but none of them could figure out how to break through her walls. They loved her, they believed in her, but they too were lost in the whirlwind of their own struggles.

Jericho's inner conflict often led to clashes with the band. Her self-destructive tendencies weren’t just tearing her apart—they were pulling the band with her. They'd played for small crowds, they'd played for big crowds, and while the music was always powerful, it was clear that Jericho wasn’t truly living for it anymore. She was playing for a temporary escape, not for the passion that once fueled her. And the band, despite their loyalty to each other, could feel it slipping away.

It was a cold winter night, after a gig that felt more like an obligation than a performance, that Jericho found herself sitting alone on the roof of a motel. The world seemed distant, and she felt disconnected from the very thing that had once given her purpose. She stared at the stars and realized she was tired—tired of running, tired of pretending, tired of being the broken mess that everyone admired from afar but never bothered to understand.

That night, Jericho made a promise to herself. It wasn't a grand, sweeping declaration—it wasn’t a "I'm going to turn my life around" kind of moment. It was more a whisper, a quiet acknowledgment of the pain she couldn’t keep hiding. She was tired, yes, but maybe she could find a way to be something more than the girl drowning in her own vices.

Jericho knew the road to healing wouldn’t be easy, and she knew it wouldn’t come from the loud life she lived or the applause of strangers. It would take time, real effort, and maybe even stepping away from everything she’d built. But for the first time in a long time, she felt something resembling hope.

Jericho Nicks may have been a rockstar in the eyes of the world, but in her own heart, she was still a girl searching for the truth. The journey ahead would be painful, messy, and uncertain—but it was hers to make, and for the first time, she was ready to take it.

Band

Jericho - lead singer

Zeke - lead guitar

Ted - bass guitar and backing vocals

Ruby - rhythm guitar

Scarecrow - DJ/keyboard

Pandora - drummer and backing vocals

Jericho's appearance

5'1 Colombian x Egyptian

Honey almond skin 

Soft hazel eyes that shift between blue grey or green grey depending on lighting

Thick ebony hair with natural beach waves

Lithe and slender frame

Diamond face shape with soft angular features, fox shaped eyes, and heart shaped lips