Post by Leonhart on Dec 17, 2011 23:22:01 GMT -5
Leon
"While the Emperor has risen, more will die."
Custom Title: Tortured Knight
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Family: Parents - Deceased
Maria - Sister
Firion - Adopted brother
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation: Strait
Home World: Fynn - Final Fantasy II
Alignment: Neutral
Job: Dark Knight/Knight
Items: N/A
Accessories: N/A
Appearance Standing tall at just below six feet, Leon is very toned, with wide shoulders, which taper off into trip hips and thighs. While a dark knight, Leon had on dark colored armor. With dark blue hair and midnight blue eyes to match, he is attractive, though cold in his facial features. Usually he keeps a face that shows not many emotions of what he feels like.
Personality:
Perhaps above all other qualities, Intelligence shows through. Leon thinks deeply about what happens and the past. In situations, he can quickly come up with the answer, and rarely does anything simply out of pure emotions. There are few situations he cannot find a solution for. Easily able to think on his feet, Leon, when presented with challenges, can normally get himself out of them. Perhaps he may rely on this intelligence to much at times, for at times he tries to outwit someone instead of simply charging in and getting them taken care of. Yet he tries to keep a balance between knowing when to rely on intelligence and strength. Still, its very easy for him to learn new things, and can quickly do so without a challenge.
Though his sister is a hot head, Leon is quite the opposite. He rarely lets his temper get the better of him, and usually remains calm and a bit cold looking. He's gone through to much in his short life to maintain a happy outlook. Yet now that he is free of the Emperor's grips, Leon keeps to himself, not usually telling anyone what he's thinking or feeling. Instead, he remains withdrawn and usually observes whats happening. Yet beneath the cold exterior, Leon is not as cold as he seems to be. He cares deeply about his sister and best friend. Perhaps for that reason he refuses to go back to them, thinking himself unworthy of forgiveness, and is striving for a way to be able to 'measure up' once again to his friends.
Leon continues to struggle with dark tendencies however. A reason for him continuing to be withdrawn and having a dislike for telling anyone anything. He fears that one day he will lose control once again, and hurt the people around him. Sometimes he is unable to resist the dark power, and that is what he is afraid of doing to his friends yet again. Though he isn't held int he Emperor's vise like grip anymore, he still has to combat his old mentality every day. This is the main reason he holds himself back from being with his sister and friends. The guilt is what fuels his actions, and he desires to be free from this guilt.
History: At the beginning of the game he is separated from his allies, including his sister Maria, during an attack by Palamecian Knights. He later becomes the Emperor's Dark Knight, and fights against his former allies. It is never stated why Leon join forces with the empire and the Emperor. He was once the leader of the building of Dreadnought but was later replaced by Borghen, forced to work behind the scenes to put on the finishing touches.
When Firion and his party go to Bafsk to stop the construction of the Dreadnought, he informs them that they are already late and the Dreadnought is complete. When Firion and the others dropped the Sunfire in the engine, Leon came to see what happened to the engine. This is the time that Maria recognized his voice. He later appears to capture Firion and the others in an attempt to rescue Hilda. After the Emperor is destroyed in the Whirlwind, Leon attempts to crown himself Emperor, but is forced to flee with Firion and Maria after the Emperor returns from the dead in demonic form.
Leon later joins forces with Firion, Maria, and Guy to defeat the Emperor at the Pandaemonium. At the end of the game, after the death of the Dark Emperor, Leon states that "too much has gone on between us" (referring to Firion's party). He also implies that he and Firion will meet again one day and leaves. Firion comments that when he is ready to return he will be welcomed with open arms.
Abilities:
Dark Knight: Leon can still rely on the powers he had while being a dark knight, using black magic efficiently.
Roaring Lion: Leon has different weapons on his person at different times. Though he uses mainly a sword, he will quickly change to using a different weapon, to keep the enemy on their toes, or perhaps take them off guard.
Summons: N/A
Magic:
- Fire, Fira
- Thunder
- Blizzard
Strengths:
- Physical power
- Intelligence
Weaknesses:
- Darkness
- Maria
- Firion
Weapon Sword, lance, axe
Crushes: mmmm, none~
How did you find us? Before the beginning of time...there was...the cube...er...>.>
Role Play Sample:
'You can never go back...'
Leon sat on the seat at the bar, staring into the liquid in his mug. The noises went on around him, never seeming to stop. Probably what had attributed to the pounding in his skull. The alcohol as well, that was another factor as to why his head hurt. But perhaps the main reason for the discomfort, was the thinking. He'd been thinking for what seemed like so long now. Many nights now, he had come to this bar, sat for hours and drank, thinking. The music was loud, the fights and swearing louder, and the obnoxious laughing of the dancing girls louder still. It all wore at him, yet he kept coming back. To what? Why did he keep coming to this place? Leon lifted his eyes then, looking at those around him. They laughed, swore, spoke, drank, and wobbled around, leading their lives for what seemed like nothing more then that. Did they have nothing else to live for? No wife? No children? Parents? Land? Work? Dreams? Had they nothing other then coming in to this miserable place, getting as drunk as possible, and flitting their money away on women and gambling? It disgusted him. Yet here he was...
Though he came to drink, Leon did it slowly. He would sit in the corner, as far away from the noise as possible and drink from a mug. Perhaps just to help him think, perhaps it was to take away the memories. Whatever it was, it had been many nights now that he had come in. Yet he never caused any problems, never became intoxicated, never raised his voice, and never went out of his way to converse with anyone. As the mysterious one, he told nothing to anyone, kept to himself, and thought about many things. People wondered, yet none asked anymore. They had quickly learned they would get no answers. He didn't care about them, any of them. It wasn't that he was heartless, but after spending many nights here, Leon had gotten his opinion of them firmly set in his brain.
They were all idiots.
They had the ability to have a life, yet they wasted it here. Doing what? They spent half their lives so drunk they could hardly stand. Had they no one to go to? He despised them, yet he came back. How could they have nowhere to be? No one to be with? They had...no one to cherish? They were pathetic.
'Hypocrite.'
Leaning back in his chair, Leon fingered his drink, staring up once more. He didn't wince at the one word that had run through his mind. He didn't like it, didn't like being a hypocrite, but he was one. Here he sat, thinking ill of those around him for not being with their family or friends, when he was doing the same. He came to try and forget, but he, if he had the humility, could go back. Firion had told him he would be welcomed with open arms. The princess Hilda had offered him the ability to join the ranks. He could have been a knight for her. Not a dark knight either. He had the swordsmanship to be able to fight, and perhaps soar in the ranks. But he had to much pride. To much pride to let those around him give him slack. He claimed to much had gone on between them for him to have returned. But what was it really? Was it really that to much had happened? Or was it his own foolish pride getting in the way?
Raising his mug, Leon touched it to his lips and drank, before returning the glass to its place on the table. Setting back, Leon closed his eyes for a moment. As soon as he did, a vision of his sister came into his mind. After his parents had died, she had become everything to him. Leon had sworn to himself that he would protect her...but he hadn't. Instead he had tried to kill not only her, but his best friend as well. No. Leon didn't deserve to be welcomed back. And so here he sat. They would meet again yes, he had given Firion that promise when he had left. But when would that be? Now? Later? He told himself that when he had a reason to be forgiven, that he would go back. How long would he search though? What was holding him back from leaving and going right now? He ached to see his sister, make sure she was alright. 'She's probably still wearing those indecent outfits that show off everything...I'll have to change that...' Firion...he would have protected her for him. He was, forever, no matter what had happened between them, his brother and best friend.
"Well hello handsome! You want a taste of somethin' more then that beer?"
Opening his dark, midnight blue eyes, Leon lifted his face and peered into the woman leaning across the table, her chest exposed toward him. With dark blue hair to match his eyes, and a toned body, he was a striking man. He never thought of himself as handsome though. He was a fighter, he didn't have time to worry over his appearances. With no expression on his face, Leon looked at her face and only that as she leaned toward him. "I'm not interested in anything besides my beverage." In a calm, deep voice, he spoke that, his eyes dropping back and looking at the liquid through dark eyes. He didn't find her attractive in the least. Her makeup was to heavy, her outfit just spoke of cheap, and the pout she had on her lips was to practiced. He wanted no woman who would go to any man for what she was offering. "You gonna refuse a lady?" The voice spoke from close to him. Leon turned his gaze up, looking at the man who had spoken, Leon noticed him weaving on his feet while simply standing. Standing up, he nodded his head slowly at the man, a hand resting lightly on his sword, which remained where it was in its sheath.
"I would refuse no lady...when you see one, be sure to point her out to me."
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