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[color=04DD00][b]【 NAME 】[/b][/color]
Leo Gremminger

[color=04DD00][b]【 AGE 】[/b][/color]
21

[color=04DD00][b]【 GENDER 】[/b][/color]
Male

[color=04DD00][b]【 SEXUAL ORIENTATION 】[/b][/color]
Homosexual

[color=04DD00][b]【 OCCUPATION 】[/b][/color]
Student Abroad - Finance Major

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[color=04DD00][b]【 PERSONALITY 】[/b][/color]
Friendly [color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Inattentive [color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Artistic [color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Naive [color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Confident [color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Egocentric

Leo generally maintains a sunny and affable demeanor to those around him, though extended conversation can quickly reveal traces of typical upper-class personality flaws and general obliviousness to how the world works. He's nice, though not exactly empathetic, but it's usually evident that he wants himself and his interests to be at the forefront of everyone's mind at all times. This isn't deliberate selfishness or condescension on his part, and he rarely realizes he's actually being rude. Likewise, this naiveté can make him come off as very inattentive or careless, especially when coupled with his tendency to be astoundingly unobservant of his surroundings. Unless he's actively focusing on or interested in something, it may as well not even exist to Leo; likely a consequence of him being fairly nearsighted yet rarely deigning to wear glasses. 

Leo also comes off as a bit of an eccentric in regards to his main hobby - namely painting. While Leo sees art as a leisure activity rather than a career, he aspires to master the craft nonetheless, whatever that means. He's constantly hoping for muses to catch his attention; be it scenic views, aesthetic people, or interesting concepts, and he has no problem pestering people that he's formed even the bare minimum of a relationship with to help him seek them out. 

[color=04DD00][b]【 SKILLS 】[/b][/color]
[color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Painting [color=04DD00]⚜[/color]
[color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Languages - He's fluent in three and getting there in Russian. [color=04DD00]⚜[/color]
[color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Distance Running [color=04DD00]⚜[/color]
[color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Visual Memory (When actually paying attention) [color=04DD00]⚜[/color]
[color=04DD00]⚜[/color] Managing Money - He's surprisingly thrifty given his upbringing. [color=04DD00]⚜[/color]

[color=04DD00][b]【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】[/b][/color]
Leo was wandering the town after dark aimlessly, gradually making his way back to his dorm in a roundabout fashion. He turned down a side street in the rough direction of his destination with little regard for what he was passing, emerging on another wide street after rounding a second corner. It was weirdly populated for this time of night, but Leo didn’t pay it much mind. After a short while, it became evident even to the inattentive young man that he was... backtracking in the exact way he came? No, that couldn’t be right, he surely would’ve noticed if he’d gone in a circle; the architecture here just looked similar, is all. 

Leo finally took out his phone to look up directions, only to find he wasn’t getting service. How backwoods was this place? In a rare moment of lucidity, he glanced around for a street sign or notable landmark. He knew the university was in this direction, and he had to be getting close. At that point, he finally took in the people around him. They all looked alike. Not even possibly-inbred-small-town alike, like, eerily similar. Same exact outfit. Same walking speed. Same height. Same fac- Wait. He squinted at the nearest passerby as if to confirm he wasn’t crazy. The guy had no face. None of them had faces; it was just a blank expanse of skin. And worse, now that Leo had noticed them, it felt like they had noticed [i]him[/i] too. 

At this point, his mind blanked and he acted on panic; turning on a heel and powerwalking back the way he came. He could feel their eyeless gaze boring into him as he fled, but he didn't dare look back. There were audible footsteps behind him, and they were getting closer. He saw the alleyway he had entered previously and, on a whim, picked up his pace and veered into it. Whatever was behind him sounded like it sped up too, and Leo barreled into a trashcan in his haste to round the corner, stumbling to his knees. This couldn't be how he died! Not like some preppy girl in a cliché low-budget slasher film! Leo finally glanced back at his assailant, but there was nothing pursuing him. In fact, there wasn't even a street behind him at all, the alley ended in a chain-link fence with someone's backyard beyond it. He raised a clammy hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead as he let his heartrate settle, then involuntarily let out a nervous laugh. Clearly he was hallucinating. Maybe he hit his head when he tripped on this trashcan. Yeah, that was it. Streets with faceless people don't exist, and they certainly didn't just disappear if they did. Even so, Leo made it a point to keep to the main roads during the night from then on.

[color=04DD00][b]【 BIOGRAPHY 】[/b][/color]
As the sole heir of a wealthy Swiss financier, Leo lived a fairly privileged childhood. He grew up in an upper class area in northern Switzerland, attending prestigious schools for almost the entirety of his educational career. Despite this, typical academic pursuits didn't interest him. His father owned a modest art collection, and after a vacation to Rome, young Leo found it fascinating. He wanted to be a painter like all the famous Renaissance people and artists of antiquity. It was made very clear he'd be expected to inherit the family fortune and that business schooling should be his primary concern, but beyond that, his father was about as supportive of Leo's interest in art as any typical parent was of their child's hobbies. 

He was conscripted into the Swiss army at age 20, though he was hardly gung-ho about his responsibilities, and spent most of his time slacking off in some minor clerical position. In an effort to evade further obligations to his country, Leo decided to spend a semester or two studying abroad. While his first thought would've been a fancy art school in France or Italy, an offer from a small university in rural Russia of all places caught his eye. Sure, he could go look at the greats that everyone else was looking at and try to paint like them, but the idea of receiving some grand artistic inspiration from a quaint little town shrouded in fog sounded almost romantic to Leo. At the very least, he was certain he could paint a few magnificent landscapes once the snow started falling. 
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