Post by leonardo on Feb 13, 2009 15:31:16 GMT -5
Character Name:
Leonardo “Leon” Jones
Year:
4rth
Preferred House:
Slytherin
Strengths:
Leto has a very calm attitude most of the time even when under a lot of pressure, and also when he is faced with a challenge. He figures that being crazy will just make the situation worse, or make him lose, two things he really doesn’t want to happen at all.
Leon’s most outstanding trait that seems to standout the most in almost everything he does is that he has a natural ability to lead. Taking control of a situation with out hesitation is just something that he does and it makes him a person that sometimes seems officious. Still, he has a good way with logic and can work out problems and situations in his mind spontaneously and put them into action quickly. This along with an authoritative aura just makes people do what he says which is typically something he clings on to desperately
Weaknesses:
It isn’t a disregard of their respect or their stature it is simply his first response to almost any situation even if it is a little annoying. Knowing that he is a little obsessive in his commanding nature and fixing it are two different things and he has decided to feed upon this trait. It gives him confidence in his abilities when the need to lead arises and other wise he might have issues with a lack of self-esteem.
A problem with profanities has emerged from him over the course of about a year, and although he is working to correct the problem it is quite an undertaking to stop. Figuring a dignified man would never speak such words he works to cut them out of even his thought processes and go only with words that he wouldn’t be ashamed to say.
Personality:
Leon’s most outstanding trait that seems to standout the most in almost everything he does is that he has a natural ability to lead. Taking control of a situation with out hesitation is just something that he does and it makes him a person that sometimes seems officious. Still, he has a good way with logic and can work out problems and situations in his mind spontaneously and put them into action quickly. This along with an authoritative aura just makes people do what he says which is typically something he clings on to desperately.
It isn’t a disregard of their respect or their stature it is simply his first response to almost any situation even if it is a little annoying. Knowing that he is a little obsessive in his commanding nature and fixing it are two different things and he has decided to feed upon this trait. It gives him confidence in his abilities when the need to lead arises and other wise he might have issues with a lack of self-esteem.
A seemingly unavoidable calamity surrounds him throughout everything he does unless he is rather diligently provoked to do other wise. The coolness he keeps even in the face of danger helps to command the respect of those around him. Although when he does get angry it can be a very Impervious to the taunts of those around him, he can brush off an insult in an instant and keep on walking head high and in a stature that could be considered a spit in the face.
A problem with profanities has emerged from him over the course of about a year, and although he is working to correct the problem it is quite an undertaking to stop. Figuring a dignified man would never speak such words he works to cut them out of even his thought processes and go only with words that he wouldn’t be ashamed to say.
Brief History:
A young boy was born to two young parents eager to make a name of their selves in a lonely world, only to realize too late they didn’t want a child. As the pregnancy became abundantly clear they considered the choice of aborting the child and not having to worry about it once it was born. After much thought though they decided that this was not the path they wanted to lead and in time a small baby was born only weighing about five pounds.
After the first few days passed and it seemed as if the boy would live the two parents gave the child to an orphanage before running away in the night. Even though the boy never met his parents he never thought much about them, most likely because he never really had time to think of much of anything. As a child the orphanage raised him in a sweet and nurturing way, but as he grew up and no one came to buy him things soon started to change.
The orphanage started to make him work and he was forced to do all the things that the older children would do. Although he resented it he didn’t much care that he had to do it and he did everything they said without hesitation for he knew if not for them he would certainly be dead. As he got older and still no people wanted the little rat that was Leon the orphanage started to treat him more and more like a sponge that could be used until it disappeared and then simply discarded.
At the age of ten the boy had no life of his own, little friends, hardly an education, and the love of no one or no thing. He had little education, but he soon found a love of reading as he explored all the possibilities that could come inside the text. So, often he would escape to what his life could be like and sometime he even got in trouble for reading while he was supposed to be off doing something.
After that he was given his chance to be accepted into Hogwarts, which he eagerly accepted. He's been there four years now, not really much excitement. With Voldemort on the rise he’s looking to make himself more in his path, more of his servant.
Description or Celebrity Claim:
{My Celebrity I‘m using is Robert Pattison}
The dark persona that entangles him doesn’t show when you take a first look at Leon, and he could even pass off as normal if you never had to speak with him. Some people might call Leon handsome, and although he knows this he doesn’t act on it, in a humble almost endearing way. A deep cascade of soft brown in his eyes are hidden among the cold hard features of his face, they are the only thing that has stayed the same after all these years. A slightly oval shaped face is fringed with a deep brown, almost black, hair that is about shoulder length and slightly wavy in places.
Standing at about five eleven he isn’t as tall as some people, but he is quite content with being about normal height. Being neither to tall or too small to blend into a crowd it helps him disappear when the time calls for such a thing. Slim, but very strong Leon weighs only one hundred fourt five pounds, now that he is being able to feed himself better he has become much stronger, and much more filled. The arm that he predominantly uses is slightly stronger and better built then his other arm, and with much examination one would be able to point it out.
Growing a small goatee, he intends to keep it as just that, a little scruff that adds to the rough appearance of this man. A dark sinister scowl can add to this rough appearance every once in a while making him look menacing, and very much a person to stay away from. Along with this an aura of command seems to radiate around him, in a very strict and bold manner that seems to send people running to obey him with the slightest inclination of his voice. A dark tan comes from the long days of travel under a beating sun, and has just stayed with him since that time.
Being on the run most of the time Leon just wears what he can get by stealing, or buying with the little money he occasionally gets. Since starting out on this adventure he has acquired much more elegant clothes, that could almost be considered nice. They are mostly fine wool, but they are a step above the meager clothes he had in the beginning of his travels. When he can find a stream he washes them, but when he can’t they are just left to be the way they are, and that’s perfectly fine with him. The only thing that he has that is just over the top is a fine silk cape that he stole from a passing merchant and has kept ever since. It is black and although being a little rough at the bottom from being dragged on the ground it is quite fine and he intends to keep it that way.
RP Sample:
Wind soared beneath her outstretched wings, allowing her to soar through the air at an alarming speed. The world below was little more then a speck, too far to care for details, but so close that she could air the rush of a distant river running across the smooth rocks that made up it lofty bed. Cold currents of air ran past her membrane covered wings, and her down her neck, sending a brief shiver down her back. The lack of a saddle gave her the ability to roam, and do as she wished as she flew gracefully through the air, picking her path gently and carefully.
Two high cliffs of the spin rose up to block her path, their snow covered peaks stabbing into the heavens, and clawing at the sky. A narrow passage was in between them, and Elenion used the combined power of her winds as sort of an oar, and her tail as a rudder, she spun parallel to two cliffs. Narrowly fitting through the crevice, her bottom wing brushed the side of the cliff, and drug along as she soared through the air. Breaking through to the other side she leveled out and gave her wings one quick beat to make up the speed she had lost in the maneuver.
Costal plains stretched on for miles, only distrusted by the line of craggy cliffs that made up the spine, and ocean that lapped the sandy shores it rested on. Another simple beat sent her into another burst of speed and she moved her wings, and tensed her body some, trying to gain as much speed as possible. The gusto of wind raged against her trying to pull her down, but she defied it, pushing into it, and speeding up every second.
The air rushed by in the silky coolness of it’s touch on her scales, each one cooled by it’s rush of power, and gentleness. To spend eternity flying among the clouds, and let the air forever rest under it’s wings would be pure bliss. Forever she would equate with the birds, and never would he leave the sun’s sweet embrace, seeing it in a way that no person on the ground could ever hope to comprehend.
Suspending herself in her dreams she floated upon the weight of the world it’s time only effecting her for a minute before drawing on for house without any change in her mind. Shadows danced along the ground as Elenion’s flight interrupted it’s path to the earth. Shaping to her form she twisted and spun only to have the little doppelganger follow her, the only attachment to the ground she had. The city fell behind her as she broke into the salty air of the sea, it’s enchanting beauty sparkling up to her, and sending her falling into it’s grace.
Waves of water rose in herald to her coming, sprinkling the air with droplets that rained down making the water shudder with joy. The ripple sent the light to shuddering under the water, it’s bright tendrils moving along the bottom of the sea. Gliding through the sea like she flew through the air she cut the water with her scales, making the water bulge where she flew. Lack of oxygen slowly starting to claw at her lungs she broke through the edge of the water once more, smoothly taking flight once more.
Wing brushing the cool sensation of the water she spun around, heading back towards Terim, and it’s fortifications. Going back to the one who had found him so long ago, it would be good to feel the sweet feeling of their minds brushing. Beating her wings a two quick times, and tilting them slightly she felt the air take her up a bit sending her towards the heavens once more. Reaching higher and higher she tempted fate as she went higher and higher, the sky becoming her play ground once more.
Spiraling she sent the residue of the cool water flying into the air, and they fell towards the ground, trying to reach where they had come from. Leveling out with a simple shift of her wings she soared towards the city once more, deciding that her fun was over, and that she would have to face civilization once more. It has been so long since she had been able to stretch her wings, so long since she had been away from Galbatorix. They still didn’t trust her, but that was good, if they ever got too comfortable with her she would attack.
The city was like a dismal cave, calling her deeper into it’s depth only to catch her up and send her into a torrent of pain. For the past few weeks she’s hated going into any structure, and the dark has been hard to bear when Bleka wasn’t there. Everything was harder now, her joints were just now beginning to stop groaning every time she stretched them for flight. Galbatorix would pay for what he did to her. She would see to it that he screamed in pain one day.
Coming up upon the shore, her heart gave in, she didn’t want to go back, but she had to or he would be worried. When they had to go back, to him, she wouldn’t want to, she would gnash at the though, struggle against the impulse, but his power over them was stronger now. The freedom they once had was restricted it was paining her, ever second he felt as if he was looming over her. Still, the power she had over her mind was becoming greater, and she was determined to cut him from her mind forever, to never let him touch her consciousness’ ever again.
The tyrant that controlled her life was a man that got his enjoyment out of some disturbing mix of the pain and misery of others. Controlling with an iron fist he had become a monster, and the only pity she felt was for the one whom he had a bond with greater then any other. It was the only reason she ever did anything he said, Shruikan. The tormented dragon had been plunged into a world that he had not wished, and his world had been ripped away from him only to reveal something darker. Elenion thought she had a inkling of what he felt, but it pained her to think of him sometimes.
Closer now she could feel him, but she didn’t want him to feel her in a state like this, even though it seemed to be the only feeling she ever had. The few times she wasn’t in this kind of a state was the best, it made him happy, but she was so often in this state it looked like she would never be free. An infinite creature she might be, but it felt as if she would be stuck with this beast of a man forever to indulge in his requests. Forever to follow him with a lust to kill him every time she saw him, and every time she thought his name she wanted to scream in anger. It was a sad existence this life she lived.
Soon she was closer to the place where she had seen the man that she had chosen to hatch for, waiting for her on next the tall gates of Terim. Who knows how long he had waited for her, probably since he got out of the meeting with the governor of Terim, and she felt bad. Still, she couldn’t just go around there forever, she didn’t want to be looked at like a freak or some stupid animal all the time. The heavens were her sweet escape, her longing for a life that would never come, because it was the only place that she felt free.
Ripping her wings through the air she slowed herself, as she got closer to the city, and to Bleka. Slowly the world stopped spinning by, and she could take in each detail for what it was again. Feet touching brushing the ground she hit the ground running, and continued moving not as close to Bleka as she would have liked to be at the moment. The steady movements of her legs slowed as she moved along getting closer, and closer to him, and the security that came with it.
Stopping up short she looked at him with some sense of enthusiasm floating through their bond, and their minds touched. Bleka indulged himself with her experience, but neither talked knowing that silence would be best at the moment. Neither liked to talk when it was like this.
They were on the wrong part of the city to get in so Elenion crouched down, and he eagerly swung up on her back. Going bareback wasn’t as fun for him, she knew, but they wouldn’t actually be flying so it would be better. Slowly she trudged across the grass covered fields, each step one of confidence, and she was becoming less angry just having Bleka there. Streams of warmth, and gentle happiness floated mutually in the bond after a while, but still neither talked afraid to disrupt the peace.
Your Name:
Logan, but I’d rather be called ’Leon’ thanks! =)
Leonardo “Leon” Jones
Year:
4rth
Preferred House:
Slytherin
Strengths:
Leto has a very calm attitude most of the time even when under a lot of pressure, and also when he is faced with a challenge. He figures that being crazy will just make the situation worse, or make him lose, two things he really doesn’t want to happen at all.
Leon’s most outstanding trait that seems to standout the most in almost everything he does is that he has a natural ability to lead. Taking control of a situation with out hesitation is just something that he does and it makes him a person that sometimes seems officious. Still, he has a good way with logic and can work out problems and situations in his mind spontaneously and put them into action quickly. This along with an authoritative aura just makes people do what he says which is typically something he clings on to desperately
Weaknesses:
It isn’t a disregard of their respect or their stature it is simply his first response to almost any situation even if it is a little annoying. Knowing that he is a little obsessive in his commanding nature and fixing it are two different things and he has decided to feed upon this trait. It gives him confidence in his abilities when the need to lead arises and other wise he might have issues with a lack of self-esteem.
A problem with profanities has emerged from him over the course of about a year, and although he is working to correct the problem it is quite an undertaking to stop. Figuring a dignified man would never speak such words he works to cut them out of even his thought processes and go only with words that he wouldn’t be ashamed to say.
Personality:
Leon’s most outstanding trait that seems to standout the most in almost everything he does is that he has a natural ability to lead. Taking control of a situation with out hesitation is just something that he does and it makes him a person that sometimes seems officious. Still, he has a good way with logic and can work out problems and situations in his mind spontaneously and put them into action quickly. This along with an authoritative aura just makes people do what he says which is typically something he clings on to desperately.
It isn’t a disregard of their respect or their stature it is simply his first response to almost any situation even if it is a little annoying. Knowing that he is a little obsessive in his commanding nature and fixing it are two different things and he has decided to feed upon this trait. It gives him confidence in his abilities when the need to lead arises and other wise he might have issues with a lack of self-esteem.
A seemingly unavoidable calamity surrounds him throughout everything he does unless he is rather diligently provoked to do other wise. The coolness he keeps even in the face of danger helps to command the respect of those around him. Although when he does get angry it can be a very Impervious to the taunts of those around him, he can brush off an insult in an instant and keep on walking head high and in a stature that could be considered a spit in the face.
A problem with profanities has emerged from him over the course of about a year, and although he is working to correct the problem it is quite an undertaking to stop. Figuring a dignified man would never speak such words he works to cut them out of even his thought processes and go only with words that he wouldn’t be ashamed to say.
Brief History:
A young boy was born to two young parents eager to make a name of their selves in a lonely world, only to realize too late they didn’t want a child. As the pregnancy became abundantly clear they considered the choice of aborting the child and not having to worry about it once it was born. After much thought though they decided that this was not the path they wanted to lead and in time a small baby was born only weighing about five pounds.
After the first few days passed and it seemed as if the boy would live the two parents gave the child to an orphanage before running away in the night. Even though the boy never met his parents he never thought much about them, most likely because he never really had time to think of much of anything. As a child the orphanage raised him in a sweet and nurturing way, but as he grew up and no one came to buy him things soon started to change.
The orphanage started to make him work and he was forced to do all the things that the older children would do. Although he resented it he didn’t much care that he had to do it and he did everything they said without hesitation for he knew if not for them he would certainly be dead. As he got older and still no people wanted the little rat that was Leon the orphanage started to treat him more and more like a sponge that could be used until it disappeared and then simply discarded.
At the age of ten the boy had no life of his own, little friends, hardly an education, and the love of no one or no thing. He had little education, but he soon found a love of reading as he explored all the possibilities that could come inside the text. So, often he would escape to what his life could be like and sometime he even got in trouble for reading while he was supposed to be off doing something.
After that he was given his chance to be accepted into Hogwarts, which he eagerly accepted. He's been there four years now, not really much excitement. With Voldemort on the rise he’s looking to make himself more in his path, more of his servant.
Description or Celebrity Claim:
{My Celebrity I‘m using is Robert Pattison}
The dark persona that entangles him doesn’t show when you take a first look at Leon, and he could even pass off as normal if you never had to speak with him. Some people might call Leon handsome, and although he knows this he doesn’t act on it, in a humble almost endearing way. A deep cascade of soft brown in his eyes are hidden among the cold hard features of his face, they are the only thing that has stayed the same after all these years. A slightly oval shaped face is fringed with a deep brown, almost black, hair that is about shoulder length and slightly wavy in places.
Standing at about five eleven he isn’t as tall as some people, but he is quite content with being about normal height. Being neither to tall or too small to blend into a crowd it helps him disappear when the time calls for such a thing. Slim, but very strong Leon weighs only one hundred fourt five pounds, now that he is being able to feed himself better he has become much stronger, and much more filled. The arm that he predominantly uses is slightly stronger and better built then his other arm, and with much examination one would be able to point it out.
Growing a small goatee, he intends to keep it as just that, a little scruff that adds to the rough appearance of this man. A dark sinister scowl can add to this rough appearance every once in a while making him look menacing, and very much a person to stay away from. Along with this an aura of command seems to radiate around him, in a very strict and bold manner that seems to send people running to obey him with the slightest inclination of his voice. A dark tan comes from the long days of travel under a beating sun, and has just stayed with him since that time.
Being on the run most of the time Leon just wears what he can get by stealing, or buying with the little money he occasionally gets. Since starting out on this adventure he has acquired much more elegant clothes, that could almost be considered nice. They are mostly fine wool, but they are a step above the meager clothes he had in the beginning of his travels. When he can find a stream he washes them, but when he can’t they are just left to be the way they are, and that’s perfectly fine with him. The only thing that he has that is just over the top is a fine silk cape that he stole from a passing merchant and has kept ever since. It is black and although being a little rough at the bottom from being dragged on the ground it is quite fine and he intends to keep it that way.
RP Sample:
Wind soared beneath her outstretched wings, allowing her to soar through the air at an alarming speed. The world below was little more then a speck, too far to care for details, but so close that she could air the rush of a distant river running across the smooth rocks that made up it lofty bed. Cold currents of air ran past her membrane covered wings, and her down her neck, sending a brief shiver down her back. The lack of a saddle gave her the ability to roam, and do as she wished as she flew gracefully through the air, picking her path gently and carefully.
Two high cliffs of the spin rose up to block her path, their snow covered peaks stabbing into the heavens, and clawing at the sky. A narrow passage was in between them, and Elenion used the combined power of her winds as sort of an oar, and her tail as a rudder, she spun parallel to two cliffs. Narrowly fitting through the crevice, her bottom wing brushed the side of the cliff, and drug along as she soared through the air. Breaking through to the other side she leveled out and gave her wings one quick beat to make up the speed she had lost in the maneuver.
Costal plains stretched on for miles, only distrusted by the line of craggy cliffs that made up the spine, and ocean that lapped the sandy shores it rested on. Another simple beat sent her into another burst of speed and she moved her wings, and tensed her body some, trying to gain as much speed as possible. The gusto of wind raged against her trying to pull her down, but she defied it, pushing into it, and speeding up every second.
The air rushed by in the silky coolness of it’s touch on her scales, each one cooled by it’s rush of power, and gentleness. To spend eternity flying among the clouds, and let the air forever rest under it’s wings would be pure bliss. Forever she would equate with the birds, and never would he leave the sun’s sweet embrace, seeing it in a way that no person on the ground could ever hope to comprehend.
Suspending herself in her dreams she floated upon the weight of the world it’s time only effecting her for a minute before drawing on for house without any change in her mind. Shadows danced along the ground as Elenion’s flight interrupted it’s path to the earth. Shaping to her form she twisted and spun only to have the little doppelganger follow her, the only attachment to the ground she had. The city fell behind her as she broke into the salty air of the sea, it’s enchanting beauty sparkling up to her, and sending her falling into it’s grace.
Waves of water rose in herald to her coming, sprinkling the air with droplets that rained down making the water shudder with joy. The ripple sent the light to shuddering under the water, it’s bright tendrils moving along the bottom of the sea. Gliding through the sea like she flew through the air she cut the water with her scales, making the water bulge where she flew. Lack of oxygen slowly starting to claw at her lungs she broke through the edge of the water once more, smoothly taking flight once more.
Wing brushing the cool sensation of the water she spun around, heading back towards Terim, and it’s fortifications. Going back to the one who had found him so long ago, it would be good to feel the sweet feeling of their minds brushing. Beating her wings a two quick times, and tilting them slightly she felt the air take her up a bit sending her towards the heavens once more. Reaching higher and higher she tempted fate as she went higher and higher, the sky becoming her play ground once more.
Spiraling she sent the residue of the cool water flying into the air, and they fell towards the ground, trying to reach where they had come from. Leveling out with a simple shift of her wings she soared towards the city once more, deciding that her fun was over, and that she would have to face civilization once more. It has been so long since she had been able to stretch her wings, so long since she had been away from Galbatorix. They still didn’t trust her, but that was good, if they ever got too comfortable with her she would attack.
The city was like a dismal cave, calling her deeper into it’s depth only to catch her up and send her into a torrent of pain. For the past few weeks she’s hated going into any structure, and the dark has been hard to bear when Bleka wasn’t there. Everything was harder now, her joints were just now beginning to stop groaning every time she stretched them for flight. Galbatorix would pay for what he did to her. She would see to it that he screamed in pain one day.
Coming up upon the shore, her heart gave in, she didn’t want to go back, but she had to or he would be worried. When they had to go back, to him, she wouldn’t want to, she would gnash at the though, struggle against the impulse, but his power over them was stronger now. The freedom they once had was restricted it was paining her, ever second he felt as if he was looming over her. Still, the power she had over her mind was becoming greater, and she was determined to cut him from her mind forever, to never let him touch her consciousness’ ever again.
The tyrant that controlled her life was a man that got his enjoyment out of some disturbing mix of the pain and misery of others. Controlling with an iron fist he had become a monster, and the only pity she felt was for the one whom he had a bond with greater then any other. It was the only reason she ever did anything he said, Shruikan. The tormented dragon had been plunged into a world that he had not wished, and his world had been ripped away from him only to reveal something darker. Elenion thought she had a inkling of what he felt, but it pained her to think of him sometimes.
Closer now she could feel him, but she didn’t want him to feel her in a state like this, even though it seemed to be the only feeling she ever had. The few times she wasn’t in this kind of a state was the best, it made him happy, but she was so often in this state it looked like she would never be free. An infinite creature she might be, but it felt as if she would be stuck with this beast of a man forever to indulge in his requests. Forever to follow him with a lust to kill him every time she saw him, and every time she thought his name she wanted to scream in anger. It was a sad existence this life she lived.
Soon she was closer to the place where she had seen the man that she had chosen to hatch for, waiting for her on next the tall gates of Terim. Who knows how long he had waited for her, probably since he got out of the meeting with the governor of Terim, and she felt bad. Still, she couldn’t just go around there forever, she didn’t want to be looked at like a freak or some stupid animal all the time. The heavens were her sweet escape, her longing for a life that would never come, because it was the only place that she felt free.
Ripping her wings through the air she slowed herself, as she got closer to the city, and to Bleka. Slowly the world stopped spinning by, and she could take in each detail for what it was again. Feet touching brushing the ground she hit the ground running, and continued moving not as close to Bleka as she would have liked to be at the moment. The steady movements of her legs slowed as she moved along getting closer, and closer to him, and the security that came with it.
Stopping up short she looked at him with some sense of enthusiasm floating through their bond, and their minds touched. Bleka indulged himself with her experience, but neither talked knowing that silence would be best at the moment. Neither liked to talk when it was like this.
They were on the wrong part of the city to get in so Elenion crouched down, and he eagerly swung up on her back. Going bareback wasn’t as fun for him, she knew, but they wouldn’t actually be flying so it would be better. Slowly she trudged across the grass covered fields, each step one of confidence, and she was becoming less angry just having Bleka there. Streams of warmth, and gentle happiness floated mutually in the bond after a while, but still neither talked afraid to disrupt the peace.
Your Name:
Logan, but I’d rather be called ’Leon’ thanks! =)
