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[color=9e005d][b]"[i]Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.[/i]"[/b][/color] —[color=9e005d][b][i]Richard Adams[/i][/b][/color][/center]

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[color=9e005d][sub][b]Name:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Leandra Lovelace[/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Age:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]22[/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Gender:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Sexual Orientation:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Homosexual[/indent]
[color=9e005d][b][sub]Ethnicity:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent]Caucasian[/indent]
[color=9e005d][b][sub]Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent]10 Years, Still in Service to Camp Jupiter[/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Place of Birth:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]New York, New York[/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Key Relationships:[/b][/sub][/color]
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TBD
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[hider=Friends]
-Derex Steiner: Leandra's old centurion and mentor - gave her a place in the Fourth, then eventually trained her into his successor. He helped her become the leader she is today.
-Ashton Ignatius White: While Ash left the Fourth not long after Leandra joined, he's still close with his former Fourth friends. He made Leandra her signature weapon, and remains one of the engineers she works with frequently. 
-Noah Jean Hayes: Leandra and Noah are pretty close despite their differences. They came up together in the Fourth and were close in age, so it was only natural for them to spend a lot of time together. Their friendship endured even after Leandra began taking on more and more responsibilities - when she needs a break from her centurion duties, Noah's usually the first to know.
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[hider=Foes]
TBD
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[hider=Family]
TBD
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[color=9e005d][b]"[i]Maybe my name could also be known
That I helped return good to the people
And restored greatness to Rome[/i]"[/b][/color] — [b][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bI8MT5lVU5c]Brutus[/url][/i][/b][/center]
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[color=9e005d][sub][b]Appearance[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent][list][*][color=9e005d]Height:[/color] 5'8
[*][color=9e005d]Hair:[/color] Blonde 
[*][color=9e005d]Eyes:[/color] Green
[*][color=9e005d]Body Type:[/color] Naturally curvy, though with the amount of training she does, she's taken on an athletic build.
[*][color=9e005d]Clothing Style:[/color] Leandra firmly believes that one's appearance is the first weapon deployed on any engagement. She has an outfit for every occasion, always chic, often expensive, and never thoughtless. She favors white in particular, an implicate boast of her neatness. There's a game among the fourth cohort: if anyone can point out a scuff or stain anywhere on her clothes on any given day, they're relieved from cohort housekeeping duties for the week. It's a game rarely won. Before every outfit, Leandra ponders her intent, her plans for the day, and who she'll be interacting with. 

In battle, she favors leather - being an archer, she prefers maneuverability over outright protection. Even her armor she puts a thoughtful spin on; she's dyed it a deep red with "IV" embossed on the chest, opposite her heart. 
[*][color=9e005d]Body Markings:[/color] [list][*]Following up her spine is tattooed an arrow, its point reaching the base of her neck. It's nocked to the drawn string of a bow, which perfectly frames her shoulder blades. Above it are eight lines, coiling around her neck in a half collar. Eight more years, she says gleefully on occasion, and it will wrap around her neck completely. 
[*]Leandra has a thick, black "IV" on her inner wrist, symbolizing her loyalty to the fourth cohort. It's often shared by those who've chosen to stay in the fourth cohort regardless of any opportunities given. 
[*]Leandra has fewer scars than some, thanks to her ability to evade most blows thrown her way. A couple small ones on her arms, and one more noticeable on the side of her neck, though her most recent tally tattoo has partially covered it up.
[*]Leandra keeps her piercings to a minimum, limiting herself to a pair of lobe piercings.[/list]
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[color=9e005d][sub][b]Personality:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Upon meeting Leandra, one might make the mistake of taking her for your run of the mill popular girl. Being a pretty, well-dressed, and blonde certainly helps to paint that picture, along the confidence and grace with which she acts in her day to day. For some, this is all they see. Spending any amount of time with her, though, will reveal a depth she usually does her best to hide. She's shrewd, careful, precise, almost to an obsessive degree. She's ambitious, though it's not power for power's sake that drives her. What she does, she does for her people. There isn't a moment that goes by, not a choice she makes where she doesn't have them at the forefront of her mind. 

Her people are of course the Fourth Cohort, but also any who gods or systems of power have left behind. She fancies herself the patron saint of underdogs; when odds are stacked against someone, she can be a bit of a bleeding heart. If you ask Leandra, major gods are a messy hurricane of drama, and any who are lesser have to weather the storm together. She's also intensely loyal. The moment someone becomes "her people," she would do just about anything for them as long as they don't put others in her clique in danger. 

While she's a self-proclaimed workaholic, the Red Eye of Somnus does allow her to cut loose. She's quite a party girl when she's not bogged down with her responsibilities, knowing most bartenders and club regulars in New Rome by name. Nights like these, she lets her usually regulated emotions run wild, gorging herself on them so that by morning, she can use her abilities to neatly reorganize them back into controlled little boxes. 

As firm as Leandra's morals are, they say nothing about playing dirty. [color=9e005d]"Honor was made by the strong to make sure the weak played by [i]their[/i] rules,"[/color] and as such, she has no problem putting it aside if need be. She believes that when it comes to her beliefs and her people, ends can justify means. Given the choice between what is good and what is good for her people, she will choose the latter.
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[color=9e005d][sub][b]History:[/b][/sub][/color]
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Lenore, Leandra's mother, was wealthy - top 1% levels of wealthy. A femme fatale CEO with an obedient little trophy husband and one of America's most powerful corporations dancing to her beat. It was into this environment that Leandra was born, with an early understanding that she was being groomed to carry out her mother's legacy. From a young age, Lenore always made an effort to instill in Leandra all the skills and ideals she believed were needed for corporate leadership, the qualities that had risen her to wealth. Her husband, Leandra's father, became a training dummy for manipulation, and Leandra was taught to listen to her self-interest first and foremost. She was trained to be merciless, the coldest woman in the room, colder than the men who would inevitably underestimate her. The world was hers for the taking, her mother would tell her, even if she had to fight for it. 

From a young age, Leandra felt herself pulled to California. She loved New York, and still does, but something about the freedom of driving alongside sprawling beaches felt like a fantasy compared to the metropolitan cage of responsibility she'd been stuffed into. To this day, she's unsure if these desires were her father leading her to Camp Jupiter, or if they and everything that would follow were simply a chaotic, fucked up accident. When she was ten, she convinced her mom to let her attend an all-girl's school in California. She'd earned it, outpacing her tutor and even showing an early talent for reading people's wants and desires (something that especially impressed her mother). She only spent a year in that school, before ending up at the Wolf House.

She'd gone there on a field trip, her and her classmates having been divvied up into groups. It was once these groups were made that her group's chaperone revealed himself to be a satyr, and the children themselves to be demigods. When their mortal classmates left, Leandra and her group stayed behind - at dusk, they were given over to Lupa. The Wolf Mother explained to them that they'd have to prove themselves or be eaten. Had she not been given such a warning, she's unsure she would've woken up two nights later in time to find the Wolf Mother looming over her, drool dripping from her maw. Deciding to make an example of who she deemed the weakest of the demigod children, the spoiled little girl who couldn't stand sleeping in the dirt. She was smart, sure, but Lupa did not deem that enough to save her.

Leandra barely got away, running from Lupa's wolves, only managing to escape thanks to a bit of improvisation and a freight train that obliterated the wolf closest to Leandra's heels. If Leandra was anyone else, [i]this[/i] is when she would've run home. But Leandra was Leandra, and the thought of the leaving a reject, of accepting that something was beyond her reach, it sounded worse than throwing herself to Lupa's wolves. So, she hatched a plan. She stayed close to the Wolf House, hiding in the town nearest. Now knowing about her heritage, she put two and two together, realizing there was something more to her talent for reading wants. She spent her time practicing with this new talent and evading those of Lupa's wolves that were still after her, until eventually, she caught the emotional scent of something coming into town: three people, each with a desire to go to some place called "Camp Jupiter." Tracking them down led her to her old classmates, which in turn lead her to Camp Jupiter.
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[hider=Rebel Girl]
Leandra struggled when she first joined Camp Jupiter; she'd never been at the bottom of a food chain, but, having come with no letter of recommendation, she found herself a probatio in the Fifth Cohort. No prospects, no contacts, nothing. She trained, and trained hard, but she found herself outpaced by those with powers more direct than her talent for sniffing out desires. Even discovering her talent for archery didn't do much. This only added more gasoline to the fire roaring in Leandra. She deserved more. That's what she'd been taught, and at that point it's what she believed. She spent a year putting her nose to the grindstone before she saw an opportunity: three powerful members of the fifth destined to go on a quest with [i]very[/i] high stakes. So...she tagged along. She figured she'd follow them until the end of their mission, hop in to help, and ride their coattails all the way up to the First. 

She shadowed them for a whole month, following close behind from town to town. She almost succeeded in following them all the way to the end of the line...until the very end. See, up until that point, the three had dealt with every supernatural threat they passed. All but the last. They couldn't feel what Leandra felt, the aching desire for sleep that pervaded that last small suburb. They only saw it a rest stop before their big victory. All the instincts Leandra had been raised with told her to continue with her plan, but something about that little town of mortals, abandoned by the gods and left to their fate for the sin of being unimportant...it strung a chord with unimportant little her. Going against everything she'd been shaped into all throughout her life, she stayed. She tracked down the cause of the insomnia plaguing the town - a monster who'd settled there whose presence alone robbed mortals of their sleep - and killed it in a fight that left her chewed up, wounded, and exhausted.

She came back to little fanfare - well, little fanfare for her. Those who'd just gotten back from their [i]actual[/i] quest got their just rewards. Leandra, instead, submitted herself to the medics for her injuries. Her efforts didn't go unrewarded, however; mysteriously arriving back to camp injured with a cup of coffee caught the attention of the Fourth Centurion, who came to visit her not long after her arrival. She recounted the story, earning a few delighted laughs and a place in the Fourth.

Leandra grew in the years that followed. She never did manage to ditch her arrogance or ambition, but her desire to stand with her fellow underdogs rather than alongside the elites of camp hardened into a creed. She found some semblance of personal power upon entrenching herself in the camp's bureaucracy, and upon seeing her cold, sharp rage, her centurion took her under his wing. She learned a lot from him, how to lead and inspire, how to foster loyalty. She knew how to manipulate, but leading was something else entirely. And it was a skill she was going to need - because she [i]was[/i] going to be praetor. 

The year that she became centurion was the same year her hopes of praetorship dimmed. She'd just been handed the reigns by her mentor and was prepared to serve the traditional five years as centurion before submitting herself for praetorship. And then [i]she[/i] showed up. Eschewing tradition, making a mockery of anyone who'd been working years for what she strolled in and took. Divinely ordained [i]her[/i]. When it was made official that after only two years of service, Camilla Asper would be praetor, Leandra let out a scream of rage that rendered her mute for days after. Not only did the girl represent everything she hated about Camp Jupiter, but her mere presence meant that Leandra could be waiting a very long time for even the chance to become Praetor. And that was before Camilla took it upon herself to try and groom a successor herself. 

While Leandra's desire for praetorship hasn't faded (not by a longshot) she's content with her place at the head of the Fourth Cohort. Under her, it's become a resource-gathering powerhouse. Her tendency for taking in strays (especially those who are the children of minor gods) means she has a lot of worker bees to help with the upkeep of her network. Leandra and the Fourth Cohort will often freely provide aid to the Fifth and the Third, as Leandra's sense of class consciousness and comradery has become common among those loyal to the Fourth. They'll do the same for the First and Second, of course, though there may be more strings attached. 
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[color=9e005d][sub][b]Godly Parent:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Cupid[/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Relationship to Godly Parent:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Cupid and Leandra's relationships struggles from their shared sense of pride. Cupid refuses to show remorse for some of the cruelties he's inflicted in his life, and Leandra is unwilling to accept that what's done is done. There's a standoffish rift between them, but it's not all bad; Cupid respects Leandra's drive and how her constant need to be the best reflects well on him, and Leandra takes a stubborn satisfaction in being the daughter of a minor god, especially when it means opposing the children of greater gods.[/indent]
[color=9e005d][b][sub]Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:[/sub][/b][/color]
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[*][color=9e005d][i]Passion Manipulation:[/i][/color] Leandra is capable of manipulating the love, anger, and desires of others. This is usually a temporary ability, though with effort and time with the subject, she can make the changes longer lasting. She primarily uses this ability on herself, manipulating her desires to work towards her goals rather than against them as well as making sure her anger is always at the level where it's motivating, but not distracting.
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    [*][color=9e005d][i]Heart's Desire:[/i][/color] An extension of her passion manipulation, Leandra is skilled at sensing the desires of a person. Such desires can range from surface level wants to deep-seated yearning. This was in part what gained her the reputation she has in camp today: the woman who can get you what you need.
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[*][color=9e005d][i]Archery[/i][/color] Leandra, being a daughter of cupid, is supernaturally skilled at archery. This is her main combative ability, and the role she plays in battle. While she can be outdone by those children of Apollo who have been gifted with his aim, she has an extra little Cupid original that gives her an edge:[list]
	[*][color=9e005d][i]Cupidian Fletching:[/i][/color] With wood, feathers, and non-celestial gold or lead, she can make two types of arrows. From gold, she can create arrows that cause those shot with it to filled with uncontrollable desire for something of Leandra's choosing. This is the less used of the two, as it's essentially a less subtle version of her passion manipulation. Creatures struck with her lead arrows, though, gain a sudden, overwhelming aversion to something of Leandra's choosing. This can prove [i]very[/i] useful in battle, Leandra's found.
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[color=9e005d][sub][b]Legacy:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Leandra has no supernatural legacy, just some mommy issues and a chip on her shoulder that would make Atlas flinch. With a hell of a lot of hard work, though, they've developed into a set of skills that might just put her demigod abilities to shame.[/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Skills:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent][list][*][color=9e005d][i]A Woman Well Connected:[/i][/color] Leandra has a sprawling web of connections both in and out of Camp Jupiter. If you want something, object or intel, you can come to her - though don't be surprised if she tries to wring out something in return. Procuring things from the mortal world is easiest -she was taught young how to make money from money (ah, capitalism, you strange, paradoxical thing), and now uses that skill to benefit the Camp itself. She has her supernatural sources as well, of course. She's been known to make deals all sorts - from nymphs, spirits, and satyrs, to those that Romans usually wouldn't associate with - deserters, monsters, even Greeks (though these she usually keeps under wraps). She refers to this on occasion as "the Fourth Network."
[*][color=9e005d][i]Too Clever By Half:[/i][/color] Leandra's smart - very smart. It may not be a supernatural ability, but it's not something to be underestimated. She was privileged enough to be raised with a [i]very expensive[/i] education, but since joining Camp Jupiter, she's only doubled down on keeping herself sharp. No matter how busy she is, she's always enrolled in at least one course at New Rome's university and makes a habit of challenging Camp Jupiter's best thinkers to games of wit in her off time. Her intelligence best comes in the form of strategy and outside the box thinking, a scrappiness that serves her well with her otherwise limited combat ability.
[*][color=9e005d][i]Spycraft:[/i][/color] Leandra's agility and stealth have been trained to the highest standards a demigod can reach without additional god-granted abilities. Additionally, she's trained herself in a plethora of other skills that help her get into places she oughtn't be and pilfer information she oughtn't have. Lockpicking, climbing, making and breaking codes - all things she has experience with. 
[*][color=9e005d][i]Not Just a Pretty Face:[/i][/color] But that too. Leandra oozes charisma, which has been instrumental in her quest to climb Camp Jupiter's social and political ladder. She especially appeals to those she considers "her people": demigods of minor deities, members of lower cohorts, and underdogs in general. Some would go so far as to call her manipulative, and they wouldn't be wrong. Manipulation was one of her earliest skills, taught to her by her mother. She's long since concluded she'll never shake the habit, s she's set it to use for the good of her cohort, and even the camp at large.[/list][/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Cohort:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Cohort 4[/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Position in the Legion:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent]Centurion[/indent]
[color=9e005d][sub][b]Fatal Flaw:[/b][/sub][/color]
[indent][color=9e005d][i]Close to the Sun[/i][/color]
Leandra has lofty goals - she wants to change Camp Jupiter into something she believes is more just. She wants to do away with the nepotistic letters of recommendation, assure equal treatment for minor demigods. Some might consider these goals unachievable, but not Leandra. That is her weakness - equal parts ego and ambition that lead her to believe without doubt that she can achieve anything she puts her mind to. It's done her well so far, but someday it may just send her plummeting from her highest peak. Even if she accomplishes her current goal, she'd probably only end up setting her sights even higher. Someone like her can never truly be satisfied.[/indent]
[color=9e005d][b][sub]Weapons:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent][color=9e005d][i]The Red Eye of Somnus:[/i][/color] Only a weapon in that it's allowed Leandra to put so much time into her skills. A bottomless paper coffee cup with "Somnus" written in sharpie on the side - a gift from Somnus himself. It appeared on a Starbucks counter after Leandra chose to save a small suburb from an insomnia-inducing monster rather than the following through with her original intent: poaching a much more glorious quest from a demigod she'd been following for a few weeks. This was back when she was 12, still a probatio in the 5th cohort, and still intent on regaining the privilege she'd grown up with and lost upon joining the Legion. It was a turning point for her; the first time she ever chose to help the little guy over helping herself. A few sips from the cup gives the same benefits as a full night's rest.

[color=9e005d][i]Glamourous Eyeliner:[/i][/color] A concoction made by one of Leandra's contacts - a talented mist manipulator. When applied, it offers Leandra an edge to her stealth. It doesn't make her invisible, just [i]much[/i] less noticeable. Eyes slide right off her, sounds are less noticeable, and even her scent is made more subtle. So long as she doesn't make a spectacle of herself, it generally allows her to slip under the radar. She can only use it three times before needing to resupply during downtime. 

[color=9e005d][i]Heartbreaker:[/i][/color] Crafted by Ashton White, this longbow was given to her as a gift the day she became centurion of the Fourth Cohort. It, along with its quiver, can compact into a tube of lipstick. In addition to this, Heartbreaker shares the love and anger of its user, shots becoming more powerful when genuine love or anger is felt. Leandra has found that this affect is lessened if the love or anger stems from her passion manipulation. 

[color=9e005d][i]Pugio:[/i][/color] A traditional pugio crafted from celestial gold. Leandra's sidearm - if she's using it, something's gone horribly wrong. Luckily, while she's not as good with it as she is with her bow, she's still a force to be reckoned with. Agile, careful, and with the ferocity of a cornered animal, Leandra can do a lot of damage with the little blade, especially if underestimated. [/indent]

[color=9e005d][b][sub]Misc Information:[/sub][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*] Violet by Hole
[*]The Mother, the Maiden, and the Crone, of course!
[*]I'm more of a runes girlie, if I'm being honest.[/list][/indent]
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