[hider=Leonardo Zelevan] [b]Name:[/b] Leonardo (Leo) Zelevan [b]Age:[/b] 28 [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Genetics:[/b] Coordinator [b]Appearance: [/b] -Slightly Pale Skin -Black Hair, just down past the ears and eyes -Rough stubble -Light Blue Eyes In full Combat Outfit: [img]https://i.ibb.co/WpDs4Np/dadada.png[/img] ------------------------- [b]Important items:[/b] Important items? I carry little on me unless it’s necessary. What personal effects I do I have ain’t with me. They’re somewhere safe, though I do have…this handy Multi-Tool. Got ends like a Screwdriver...Corkscrew...bottle opener...the essentials. [b]Weapons: [/b] -GR-7 Gauss Assault Rifle (Pictured) -PT-99 Silenced Pistol Side-Arm (Pictured, holstered) -Twin Survival Knives [b]-GR-7 Firing Sound:[/b] [youtube][/youtube] [b]Physical Abilities:[/b] You’re looking at an, admittedly young, yet experienced and capable veteran of the Silver Legions. Though perhaps I’m undeserving of that title given I defected. Still, to excel in the Emperors Legions and even live through the brutal shit show on Cavella you gotta be: -Resourceful and Cunning -Tough, strong and fit -And Highly proficient at the former bit of “Kill or be Killed” Reaction time? Keep those numbers low rookie, heh. I sometimes wonder how so many un-moded soldiers got outa there alive. I’m officially classified as a Coordinator yes, though in my case as far as I can tell it seems to lend me more acuity. Particularly so in the middle of a battle, unsurprisingly when shit hits the fan if it hasn’t already. I’m far more fit than many I served alongside and commanded, also I’ve been quite good at long term deployments as far as metabolism goes so there might be something there. For most of my life, I’d tell you that I got all the good bits for free. But ever since I recovered enough to strike out on my own, I feel like it may be my past that’ll do me in far sooner than any adversary I’ll have too face. Still trying to work out the pattern, but I’ll have to concentrate on my mind more so when things get stressful. The docs had a lotta trouble with me before I left, but I guess I'll have to take care of myself from now on. [b]Psionic Powers:[/b] None to speak of... Ah! But if I could read your mind...would I tell? Heheh, nah I'm good. ------------------------- [b]Personality: [/b] I’m a tough motherfucker! Though of course I’d say that aye? Erm, in all honesty I would describe myself as perhaps a bit of a reserved person, able to have a dig anyone and almost anything. That includes myself. You gotta be able to give yourself shit sometimes I think, loosen up and maybe see some humor in a bad situation, have a laugh too even? Prevents an ego too I suppose. Got a few odd or shocked looks from people who hear the shit I say about myself sometimes but it’s all in jest. I don't take kindly to bullshit. Especially after what I've been through and what I've swallowed in my life. I'm talking about propaganda and lies...haha! Sniffing it out can be difficult, discerning fact from fiction and finding reality buried under layers of lies. But I'm learning, and if I find out I've been deceived...there is no second chance. I’m someone who likes a close friend or few though I’ve had little chance to develop many close friendships my whole life. Yeah I have hobbies or passions sure but, those haven’t been important for a long time. I reckon I’ll ride this out for awhile and find somewhere I belong. Maybe get away again, this time for good. [b]Background:[/b] An only child and born to a moderately successful mother and father, Leonardo (or Leo), like countless other youths was swept up and indoctrinated by the Arsodian Empires formidable propaganda machine at a young age and bought wholesale its ideals, supposed greatness and superiority. He dreamed of joining the Silver Legions and spent a significant portion of his youth preparing to join the military, usually at the expense of leisure and social activity. Turning 20, Leo joined up and served loyally for 6 years with a high degree of patriotism and fanaticism that would rapidly draw the attention of his superiors. He enjoyed a number of promotions and medals, yet it was here that the first cracks began to form in his spirit and beliefs, though he suppressed them well. To him at least, military service wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and as he moved up through military command he began to gradually peek through the proud and shinning façade the Empire had sold him, revealing hints of corruption and cruelty. It wasn’t long after receiving his 4th field promotion that the Silvestia-Anavia War broke out and they transferred him to the 7th Silver Legion, to serve under the command of General Vincent Roa. In the opening months the initial deployments and flurry of interstellar warfare settled down and began to slowly morph into the grinding and brutal slogfest that few could have predicted. However, he continued to serve loyally and effectively believing in the cause. The Arsodian Empire would make a breakthrough he knew, and the war would be won. Like countless others he was inspired by Roa’s cunning and tactical mind, by his decisiveness and at times, brutality. Over time that unwavering loyalty had secretly faltered and through his experiences in the 14 long months of large-scale intergalactic warfare suppressed feelings and doubts festered. Now 26, he then took part in what would become known as the Cavellan massacre in a strategic Terran Rim system. Leo left that blasted and god-forsaken rock with the remnants of the 7th,8th and 13th Silver Legions a shattered and ruined man. He was removed from active duty while he recovered, though the day he returned to active duty would never come. Near the end of his recovery General Roa and his legion along with any others loyal to his cause defected from the Arsodian Empire, fleeing to a then unknown corner of space as he released his damning manifesto. Though Leo’s body and mind would recover well enough to serve, but it was his faith and personal relationship with the Arsodian Empire that could never be restored. For Leo, the veil had been lifted from his eyes and he saw his life, the Arsodian Empire, the Terrans and their great war for all that it was. As soon as he was able Leonardo too, disappeared. Feeling broken and betrayed by his empire and with little sense of identity nor a feeling of place within Arsodian society Leo soon turned to a life of solo freelance crime, quickly finding his niche in either the protection or elimination of targets both of Arsodian and Terran descent across the stars. [b]Roleplay Sample:[/b] Leo took his first sip of whiskey for the evening without averting his gaze from the dull blue glow of a burner tablet, sifting through unending information streams like a fisherman trawling in an endless and lifeless ocean. “Work?” The barman inquired, briefly relieving Leo from his trance like state. “Light,” Leo replied slowly. He finished his whiskey and shunted the glass back across the bar. [u][b]==ARSODIAN AUTHORITIES PLACE BOUNTY ON ROGUE GENERAL RO-==[/b][/u] Looking up mid-sentence to begin ordering another round, Leo paused. “Another?” Asked the barman. [i]Wait a second…[/i] Leo focused on the tablet again, soaking in every detail of the proceeding text. With eyes wide and jaw agape, he stuffed the tablet back into one of his pockets and shot up. He returned a polite nod, “No thanks. Actually Ray, I’ve got work to do.” After overpaying he spun on his heels, catching a half-grin from Ray and then vanished in the evening night air. [b]Theme Song: [/b] [youtube][/youtube] [/hider]