Leon
08-02-07, 08:55 PM
Name: Leon Kanderli
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Brown. Shoulder length
Eye Color: Right one a clear blue, left one a deep purple
Age: 27
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 13 stone
Occupation: Mercenary
Physical Description: Leon has the build of a strong runner, his shoulder length brown hair is normally tied back with a leather thong. His muscles are well toned and he is strikingly handsome.
Personality: Leon is a womanizer, and has a great knack of knowing what a woman wants in a man and becomes him. No one really knows the true Leon as he is usually playing a part of some sort or another. His attitude to women is a simple one. Give them what they want, take what you want, then run for the hills. Normally this last part is often done by being chased by the woman’s father/boyfriend/husband/brother.
Family: Leon is an only child, his parents still live in Underwood, Corone. Leon left before the civil war started, but his parents remain to help as much as they can.
Combat Experience: Leon’s combat experience is varied by his job, he has been in a few battles but nothing really noteworthy.
History:
Leon walked into the bar of an Inn, it was small and smelled of stale beer, sweat and smoke. He made for the bar and took one of the many empty stools. The Barman came over and asked him what he wanted to drink so Leon asked for a beer. As he sat there, he heard the door open and a woman walked in. She had a black cloak on, but that did nothing to hide her long legs or her long dark red hair, which was wet and framed her pretty face. If Leon had not just been chased he would have probably tried to get her attention, but he did not have the energy, instead he turned back to the bar, took a long gulp of beer while the woman talked to the barman, and disappeared up the stairs. By the time the barman returned, Leon had finished the pint and asked for another.
“So wha’s eatin’ ya?” The barman asked putting the pint on the bar.
“Women, what else?” Leon said downing half the pint.
“Wan’ ta talk abo’ it?”
“I have no problems getting women. It’s just that normally their fathers, brothers, boyfriends, or husbands that really object. That red-head just now would have been easy.”
“So I don’ really see the problem.”
“In many ways it’s a blessing, I can basically have any girl I want if I find out enough about her. But I’m cursed, and I have been for nearly a year now.”
“Why don’ ya star’ from the beginnin’?”
Leon downed the rest of the pint. “Just keep the beer flowing.” Leon said and made himself more comfortable.
“Up until a year ago, I had a natural talent with women, I could literally charm the pants off of them. Servant girls, parlour maids, Ladies in Waiting, even some Ladies.”
“Don’ soun’ sa bad.” Te barman added pouring another pint.
“It wasn’t, yet I still wanted more. I went from town to town after leaving Underwood, bedding one girl after the other, normally being run out of town with an angry man running behind me waving a sword, pitchfork or gun. I was chased out of Anebrilith by the guards of a local Lord whose daughter I had, you know, befriended.”
The barman bellowed with laughter.
“Anyway, after a while I heard about this cult. They had an amulet that is said to grant amazing powers to anyone worthy enough to hold it. All I had to do was go through a couple of trials. I located them and asked about the amulet. The High Priest of the cult granted me permission to perform the trials. I performed brilliantly in them all, and even got really ‘friendly’ with a Priestess. Oh she was a beautiful creature, blond hair, hazel eyes, and gorgeous body under those robes.”
“Don’ tell me, one o’ the trials wa’ chastity?” The barman said and boomed with laughter again.
Leon chuckled. “You guessed it. It was the one trial I wasn’t told about. I was given the amulet to hold to see if I was worthy, and the High Priest seemed to become possessed or something. He told me that I had broken the most sacred trial by desecrating a sacred priestess. As punishment, he cursed me.”
“I have the power to make mine any woman, as long as I can meet certain conditions. Problem is, my eyesight becomes worse and worse with time. He told me that if I change my ways for good, my vision would be returned to me and I’d be free of the curse.” Leon looked at his pint glumly, not wanting to tell the bartender of the Priest’s final words. He warned him that he had three chances only to redeem himself, and that every time he failed, the curse would worsen. With a sigh, he downed the pint in one and the barman refilled it.
“Well, ya don’ loo’ too bad for i’. Soun’ like sommat I wou’na min’ havin’.”
Leon smiled vaguely as his vision blurred, and it wasn’t from the amount of beer he had consumed. He was slowly loosing his vision and he guessed that if he continued, he would more than likely be blind within a couple of months. “Yeah, it has its up side as well as it’s down side.”
Clothing: Black leather jacket, black trousers, white vest top.
Weapons: A plain steel Rapier, two steel daggers (hidden)
Items: A long wooden cane, and a bag containing: Spare clothes, a waterskin, gold, a brush and wash stuff.
Spells:
Belocchio – Because of his minor mishap at the cult temple, Leon’s left eye had been cursed with a strange spell. It became darker, taking on a purplish tint, and along the inner rim of his iris could be seen, from up close, minuscule scrawls, like intelligible scriptures, while a lighter shade had taken his pupil host. This eye now grants him an unnatural charm, and all who look into it will see Leon more handsome than he already is. However, in counterpoint, this ability slowly strips him away of his sight.
However, the true gift, as well as the true curse behind the Belocchio lies in its ability to manipulate the heart of women. A specific set of conditions must be met before Leon can make use of it, however. First, he must know the name of the woman in question, as well as her maiden name (if she has none, then this step can be skipped). Second, he must have a basic understanding of her background, as well as her personality. Lastly, the woman must give him a sign of deep affection, be it affectionate words or a kiss. If all is fulfilled, then the writings of his iris will gleam a light indigo and swirl clockwise, lighting the shade within his pupil, a hollow circle with five spikes sinking into its border at even distances, encasing another smaller, full circle at its centre. This symbol will spin counter-clockwise, and with a faint flash, it will be imprinted in the woman’s right eye before fading into nothing. With this, she will be under Leon’s control, submitting to his every whim. However, the longer he controls her, the worse his vision becomes. After two hours, he becomes temporarily blind, and relinquishes control over the girl. An hour after that, his sight will have recovered, but will be noticeably dimmer than it had been before the spell. So far this only works on women with low willpower.
Skills:
Sword Fighting - Leon is slightly above average in this skill, but will not stop until either he or his opponent is dead.
Unarmed Combat - Leon is able to hold his own in unarmed combat against most foes. He has average proficiency in this skill.
Running – Leon is a fast runner, thanks to all the practice he has had from running away from fathers, boyfriends, husbands and brothers.
Lock Picking - Leon has learnt how to pick simple locks.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Brown. Shoulder length
Eye Color: Right one a clear blue, left one a deep purple
Age: 27
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 13 stone
Occupation: Mercenary
Physical Description: Leon has the build of a strong runner, his shoulder length brown hair is normally tied back with a leather thong. His muscles are well toned and he is strikingly handsome.
Personality: Leon is a womanizer, and has a great knack of knowing what a woman wants in a man and becomes him. No one really knows the true Leon as he is usually playing a part of some sort or another. His attitude to women is a simple one. Give them what they want, take what you want, then run for the hills. Normally this last part is often done by being chased by the woman’s father/boyfriend/husband/brother.
Family: Leon is an only child, his parents still live in Underwood, Corone. Leon left before the civil war started, but his parents remain to help as much as they can.
Combat Experience: Leon’s combat experience is varied by his job, he has been in a few battles but nothing really noteworthy.
History:
Leon walked into the bar of an Inn, it was small and smelled of stale beer, sweat and smoke. He made for the bar and took one of the many empty stools. The Barman came over and asked him what he wanted to drink so Leon asked for a beer. As he sat there, he heard the door open and a woman walked in. She had a black cloak on, but that did nothing to hide her long legs or her long dark red hair, which was wet and framed her pretty face. If Leon had not just been chased he would have probably tried to get her attention, but he did not have the energy, instead he turned back to the bar, took a long gulp of beer while the woman talked to the barman, and disappeared up the stairs. By the time the barman returned, Leon had finished the pint and asked for another.
“So wha’s eatin’ ya?” The barman asked putting the pint on the bar.
“Women, what else?” Leon said downing half the pint.
“Wan’ ta talk abo’ it?”
“I have no problems getting women. It’s just that normally their fathers, brothers, boyfriends, or husbands that really object. That red-head just now would have been easy.”
“So I don’ really see the problem.”
“In many ways it’s a blessing, I can basically have any girl I want if I find out enough about her. But I’m cursed, and I have been for nearly a year now.”
“Why don’ ya star’ from the beginnin’?”
Leon downed the rest of the pint. “Just keep the beer flowing.” Leon said and made himself more comfortable.
“Up until a year ago, I had a natural talent with women, I could literally charm the pants off of them. Servant girls, parlour maids, Ladies in Waiting, even some Ladies.”
“Don’ soun’ sa bad.” Te barman added pouring another pint.
“It wasn’t, yet I still wanted more. I went from town to town after leaving Underwood, bedding one girl after the other, normally being run out of town with an angry man running behind me waving a sword, pitchfork or gun. I was chased out of Anebrilith by the guards of a local Lord whose daughter I had, you know, befriended.”
The barman bellowed with laughter.
“Anyway, after a while I heard about this cult. They had an amulet that is said to grant amazing powers to anyone worthy enough to hold it. All I had to do was go through a couple of trials. I located them and asked about the amulet. The High Priest of the cult granted me permission to perform the trials. I performed brilliantly in them all, and even got really ‘friendly’ with a Priestess. Oh she was a beautiful creature, blond hair, hazel eyes, and gorgeous body under those robes.”
“Don’ tell me, one o’ the trials wa’ chastity?” The barman said and boomed with laughter again.
Leon chuckled. “You guessed it. It was the one trial I wasn’t told about. I was given the amulet to hold to see if I was worthy, and the High Priest seemed to become possessed or something. He told me that I had broken the most sacred trial by desecrating a sacred priestess. As punishment, he cursed me.”
“I have the power to make mine any woman, as long as I can meet certain conditions. Problem is, my eyesight becomes worse and worse with time. He told me that if I change my ways for good, my vision would be returned to me and I’d be free of the curse.” Leon looked at his pint glumly, not wanting to tell the bartender of the Priest’s final words. He warned him that he had three chances only to redeem himself, and that every time he failed, the curse would worsen. With a sigh, he downed the pint in one and the barman refilled it.
“Well, ya don’ loo’ too bad for i’. Soun’ like sommat I wou’na min’ havin’.”
Leon smiled vaguely as his vision blurred, and it wasn’t from the amount of beer he had consumed. He was slowly loosing his vision and he guessed that if he continued, he would more than likely be blind within a couple of months. “Yeah, it has its up side as well as it’s down side.”
Clothing: Black leather jacket, black trousers, white vest top.
Weapons: A plain steel Rapier, two steel daggers (hidden)
Items: A long wooden cane, and a bag containing: Spare clothes, a waterskin, gold, a brush and wash stuff.
Spells:
Belocchio – Because of his minor mishap at the cult temple, Leon’s left eye had been cursed with a strange spell. It became darker, taking on a purplish tint, and along the inner rim of his iris could be seen, from up close, minuscule scrawls, like intelligible scriptures, while a lighter shade had taken his pupil host. This eye now grants him an unnatural charm, and all who look into it will see Leon more handsome than he already is. However, in counterpoint, this ability slowly strips him away of his sight.
However, the true gift, as well as the true curse behind the Belocchio lies in its ability to manipulate the heart of women. A specific set of conditions must be met before Leon can make use of it, however. First, he must know the name of the woman in question, as well as her maiden name (if she has none, then this step can be skipped). Second, he must have a basic understanding of her background, as well as her personality. Lastly, the woman must give him a sign of deep affection, be it affectionate words or a kiss. If all is fulfilled, then the writings of his iris will gleam a light indigo and swirl clockwise, lighting the shade within his pupil, a hollow circle with five spikes sinking into its border at even distances, encasing another smaller, full circle at its centre. This symbol will spin counter-clockwise, and with a faint flash, it will be imprinted in the woman’s right eye before fading into nothing. With this, she will be under Leon’s control, submitting to his every whim. However, the longer he controls her, the worse his vision becomes. After two hours, he becomes temporarily blind, and relinquishes control over the girl. An hour after that, his sight will have recovered, but will be noticeably dimmer than it had been before the spell. So far this only works on women with low willpower.
Skills:
Sword Fighting - Leon is slightly above average in this skill, but will not stop until either he or his opponent is dead.
Unarmed Combat - Leon is able to hold his own in unarmed combat against most foes. He has average proficiency in this skill.
Running – Leon is a fast runner, thanks to all the practice he has had from running away from fathers, boyfriends, husbands and brothers.
Lock Picking - Leon has learnt how to pick simple locks.