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BIO

Name:
Leon Duroe

DD - Callsign:
Ragged Wolf

Age: 27

Gender:
Male

Date and Month of Birth:
19th of October

Birthplace/Nationality:
United States of America, Abita Springs, Louisiana

Diamond Dog Service Time:
New Recruit
(0 Monts of Service)

Appearance:

Image:
WIP

Description:

Standing at 5'9": Leon sports a thin, yet wiry frame, his body marked with tattoos on both forearms and an elaborate mural on the ride side of his neck. Though the markings on his forearms are merely simple tribal designs that wrap around to the elbow, the image depicted on his neck is of flesh being torn by the maw of a snarling wolf. The hair on skull is rather course and unkempt- the dark brow locks faded to near balding on the side, as the length on top of his skull is drawn back into a ponytail that dangles just below his top vertebrae. His mouth is surrounded by a goatee of the same course texture, but it's trimmed to just over an inch in length from the chin while the area around the mouth is neatly designed. If spotted, Leon will almost always bare a cocky grin, his stark green eyes seeming to take stock of whoever they fall upon as if judging them.

General Apparel:

One can normally see the man in a rather simple ensemble, a white shirt (or wife-beater) with khaki cargo-pants or jeans (mostly the former). It's very odd to see the man in anything else, though he does own a fancy suit and his old fatigues... But the occasion on which those are seen are nearly non-existent. He does wear his old dog-tags from time to time, and a silver ring engraved with Celtic knots is almost always on his right ring finger.

On-Field Apparel:

Mayflower APC: Desert Digital pattern, Kevlar Vest
Rugby shirt: Khaki-Colored
Desert Digital Shemagh
Khaki-Colored Field Uniform Pants
Black Neo-Prene Elbow and Kneepads
White Trigger Gloves
Khaki-Colored Combat boots

Equipment:


1x OKC-3s
1x M4 Carbine (Suppressor)
1x M9 Beretta (Suppressor)
2x M67 Frag Grenade
2x M84 Stun Grenade
1x M83 Green Smoke Grenade

Personality:


Cocky and impetuous, Leon tends to rather abrasive and brash- often reacting violently at any form of provocation without any forethought. Despite this, he's well-coordinated in the field and tends to be able to observe his surroundings quite diligently despite his quickened pace- able to spot out tripwires, mines, and other traps with relative ease. His off the field demeanor leaves something to be desired, as his head strong nature leads to frequent boasting and often comparing others to himself. He doesn't make friends easily, but those that can weather his rude and off putting behavior will catch a glimpse at his more humorous and supportive nature. Always the one to crack jokes in tense situations, Leon prides himself on lightening the mood when things seem dire- even at someone else's expense.

However, if one earns his ire, it will be a rather difficult relationship. Leon will go out of his way to provoke or antagonize his victim, often bumping shoulders or openly taunting the individual with his actions or pranks. The quickest way to this result is through his 'pick on your own size' mentality. If a stronger individual oppresses or abuses one weaker then himself, Leon will usually step in on the side of the underdog -even if he himself is outmatched by the assailant.

Description


Interests:
Physical Fitness, Rock/Metal/Alternative Music, Dogs, Action Movies, Norse Mythology,and Confidence

Dislikes:
Timidness, Abuse, Physical Weakness, Cowardice, Country Music, Rom-Coms/Romance movies, Spiders, and Birds

Strengths:
High capacity for CQC with knowledge of different styles, above average mid/short range combatant, agile and dexterous, excellent eyesight/hearing, and survival enthusiast

Weaknesses:
Prone to ignoring orders or acting out, susceptible to taunts and provocation, poor communication skills, almost no technical prowess, and no affinity for long range weaponry (mortars, sniper rifles, rpgs, etc.)

Ideal Role Model:
Jack 'Fighting Jack' Churchill

"Any officer who goes into action without his sword is improperly dressed", words that sound insane in the modern era of war, but that didn't stop Jack Churchill. Armed with a sword and bagpipes, Churchill endured captures and times in internment camps during World War Two, but always found a way to escape and make his way back onto the battlefield... Or at least that's how the stories went. Even still, it was enough to inspire Leon to try his hand at military service. That and his military family might have had a hand to play in it.

Background:


History:
Growing up in a very strict military household, Leon was always the black sheep of the 6 kids in his family. Often starting fights with his old man, or generally acting out for attention was his daily life, or at least that was the case until he reached the age of 16. Having enough of his antics, Leon’s father, Luther ‘Mad Dog’ Duroe, made arrangements to have his son shipped off to a military academy to hopefully teach his child some discipline.

Needless to say, this didn’t sit well with Leon- often finding ways to antagonize his fellow cadets or the officers in charge to his own delight. This wasn’t without backlash, as most of his time was spent in the shoe or some other form of disciplinary action until it eventually wore on the boy. He didn’t lose his fever or his energy, but a few good beatings convinced him to redirect it towards constructive goals, seeing him focus hard upon his studies and training enough to graduate. Driven by his lust for a good fight and excitement, Leon wasted no time enlisting in the Marines shortly after his graduation.

Service History:

Leon's time with the 'Jarheads' was not a pleasant one, but what was really expected out of the Marines? Constantly having to restrain himself from openly throwing down with his superiors and other soldiers, Leon struggled during his two years of services. Shortly after being promoted to Corporal, his squad was tasked with what was supposed to be a simple recon exercise along the borders of a known enemy installation. His CO promised that the likelihood of combat was next to none, which at the time irritated Leon as he merely bit his tongue and followed orders. So, the squad was air lifted and dropped several hundred feet from the mission area and ordered to make the rest of the way on foot. Not a hard task, but the entire time, something wasn't sitting right with Leon.

Sure enough, when they reached the mission objective- they were greeted by the sight of a beat down truck- complete with an LMG equipped to a post on the bed- and a few armed insurgents. Luckily the enemy was scouting the area and had not seemed to notice the now entrenched squad- who had hunkered down inside an ruined building on the other side of the hill from their intended target.

"What the hell?" Leon whispered, his hands never leaving his rifle as they waited in the shadows of the structure, "What are the damn odds? You figure that-"

"Shut the fuck up, Leon!" the Squad leader, Marcus Thompson spoke up, "They're there now. We need to report back." It was at this point that every glanced over towards Nero Delrio, the comms specialist who merely hung his head, "But it seems the sand and the weather are screwing up our equipment. We can't get a signal out."

"What about the city?" Another squad member chimed in, "If we can slip past them, there are a few taller structures in the city. We can try our comms there and-"

"Are you crazy?" Marcus interjected, almost jumping from his position along the wall towards the speaking member, "You actually want to try sneaking past them? In the wide open desert? You've got to be out of your-"

"Let's do it." Leon chimed in, standing from the wall as he made his way over to the younger member of the squad, Nathan Jones, offering a hand to assist the boy his feet. The bewildered look on Marcus' face beneath his helmet brought forth a sigh from Leon, "They're waiting for us either way. We either retreat with nothing to show, or sneak in complete our mission, as well as get some additional recon in. Besides, I'm tired of sitting here and just shooting the shit."

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Yeah, still having problems drafting a CS. I'm to the point of pre-war history, but that's where I hit a block.
Will update tomorrow. Just got out of the hospital after my daughter's surgery.

Edit: Delays inc. Will update ASAP.
Still accepting CS's at this point?
Interested.
Warakuma: Recreation Center
5/31/2015


Yamato could only blink in surprise as Gen bolted from the conversation towards the 'facilities', causing the light-haired youth to chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders, "When you gotta go, you gotta go I guess." Yamato would turn his attention to those remaining; listening to the suggestions intently, raising a hand to rest lightly under his chin as he nodded attentively. The young boys eyes would continue to flicker between the two before him, landing every so often upon his snoozing cousin- though only for a moment before returning to the females. However, he once again blinked in surprise at Shizuka's request, nodding his head in understanding as his face now bore his trademark smile, "Of course. Masa couldn't get rid of me if he tried... And trust me, he does. But I'll see that he unwinds a bit." With that, his attention would return to the one named Elena, bow slightly as his hand now returned to his side, "Thank you for your suggestions. I'll drag him around a bit, see if anything garners his attention. Anyways, thanks again! And I'll see you both next year!" With that, Yamato would make his way from the duo towards his cousin, dawning a mischievous smirk. 'Try to weasel your way out of this one,' he thought to himself.

Masa had lost track of time in his snooze, not knowing if he had been asleep for hours or mere minutes before waking to the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pocket. Despite the threats of his cousin, Masahide had merely silenced his phone and tucked it away, but now that he was alone, he subtly slipped it from his pocket as he checked the screen. Sure enough, it was the local shrine. Despite not reading the actual contents of the message, Masa was sure it was a request for his assistance once more. In his mind, the boy began to wonder how he would separate himself from Yamato, and put an end to this charade. With a heavy sigh, he tucked away his phone as he faced forward and began to rise- greeted promptly by his cousin's form that bore a stupid grin.

"Enjoy the nap?" Yamato quizzed, eyeing over the older male who rose from the wooden bench with a slight groan. At this point, the smirk gave way to concern as Yamato's voice softened, "Does this happen often?"

"No." Masahide said flatly, once again dusting off his clothes (though they bore no sign of dust), "Just haven't slept well in the last couple of days."

"Yeah... Sure." Yamato's tone hinted at his skepticism, but he merely shrugged it off as his smile returned, "So, apparently there are a couple of hotspots around here. Your choice, but we're going to one."

Masa remained as straight faced as he could, amused by the irony of the situation. With a nod, he would start moving towards the doors, "I'll show you the shrine. I've spent a lot of time there."

"Well, aren't we eager all of the sudden? Lead the way," and with that the duo set off.



Warakuma: High School: Kendo Club
6/3/2015


It had been a couple of days since Yamato's visit, but the soreness of his parting punch to Masa's jaw was still present and subtly distracting. When they arrived at the shrine and Masa had announced his plan to spend the day working, Yamato struck him without warning and merely walked away. The sudden shock and anger that welled within Masa was hardly suppressed, but enough for him to continue to the shrine and fulfill his self-appointed obligation. He figured he'd handle Yamato when he got home. After all, it was their annual visit, and normally they'd stay in the guest rooms. But Masahide returned home a few hours later, it was just his mother... And there was obviously something upsetting her. Sure enough, Yamato requested to return to Okinawa early, and his mother obliged- though hesitantly and not before apologizing profusely.

"But in truth, I should've been the one apologizing..." Masa's mother spoke out, turning her gaze away from her son with a sullen expression as she began to walk deeper into the home, but not before pausing long enough to utter her parting words, "It's once a year, Masa. Do you truly think so little of us that you can't even give us that time?"

Those words continued to echo in Masa's mind as he idly stared off into the gym, still wearing his gear from the practice merely minutes before. As hard as the young man tried to remain focused, he could not. Instead he just sat there, rummaging through his own thoughts as the others continued their drills and routines. After a while, he stood and made his way to the locker room without a word- stripping himself of his gear and hopping into the shower. Once he was finished, dressed in his uniform once more, and had returned his gear; he made his way to the head of the club and apologized for his actions before leaving. He began making his way to the front gate, his vision focused forward as he made it a point to avoid any and all that might address him. That wasn’t hard, since the student that had gone missing seemed to garner most of the attention, which was a blessing, but Masa would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious himself… But that could wait. Besides, despite being her classmate, Masa really didn’t know much about her beyond her perfect score that surpassed him.

Still, for now, he was merely attempting to get away and sort out his thoughts, but not before taking out his phone and thumbing through his contacts to Yamato's number. For a brief moment, he considered reaching out to him- apologizing for abandoning him like he did. But what was the point? No, Yamato would get over it soon enough, and if not- Masa would be alone as he always had been. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he'd continue his stroll in silence.
Araguay Woods


@Eklispe@Lugia@Evanist

With a heavy sigh, Holliander raised his hands over his head while facing in the direction of the Nu Mou and Moogle, "You're right, you're right... I shouldn't really be out here. A soldier gave us news that the Veira were leaving camp, and I came to see if I could persuade them otherwise. The shamaness-" Holliander motioned to the Veira that seemed to have spoken to the wyvern just a few moments ago, "and I have been friends for some time now. I was the one who first offered her sisters shelter in Dorter-"

"We did not have much of a choice, Holliander," The woman spoke once more, "If it were not for the creatures encroaching on our warren, we would have stayed. This one sought shelter for her kin, and now the shelter has fallen. We must find a place to weather this storm, before we are dragged down in it's chaos. I'm sorry, Holliander... This one thanks you for your aide to this point, but our sisters are not safe here."

Holliander merely shook his head, breathing yet another heavy sigh as he spoke, "Your kin are needed as much as they are wanted, Riva. They are some of our better healers and scouts, and without them we will suffer a heavy loss. While I understand you have to look after your own first, we have women and children that are relying on you and your sisters." An awkward silence seemed to linger over the group. It was in the moment that Riva stepped forward, carrying herself with an air of grace that could not be ignored, only to place herself before Holliander and cradle his hands.

"This one is truly sorry, Holliander. I hope to find you well once more should the darkness fade," She spoke before turning back to her sisters and the wood. It wasn't long after that, a couple of heavily armed guards strode up behind Holliander. They made no act of aggression, and upon them halting mere steps behind them, Holliander hung his head as he turned to face them. Without word, they bowed their heads, as the smaller female with dragon wings steppe forther, placing manacles about his wrist.

"I'm sorry Holliander, Summoner's orders. He doesn't want you escaping from the tent before the deligations are over."

"Nor do I fault him. I knew my actions were suspicious, but I did what I thought I must." Holliander replied, starting to make his way back to the command tent without resistance.
Update Inc Tomorrow.
Araguay Woods


@Lugia@Evanist

The stable hand paused, jumping and turning with a start as the others behind him spoke. As his eyes flickered between the duo, his gaze would eventually settle upon Erion as his frightened expression softened to a slight discomfort, "A-ah. Greetings, I wasn't expecting company so quickly. Good to see you well after that fiasco. I hope you and your friend here are well."

He nodded his head and seemed to settle down as the questions began to flow, "The girl was lonely, that's for sure. All it took was some care and massive amount of meats and she settled down. When that Esper attacked, I rushed to her, and here we are now." For a moment, the man paused, glancing back to Wyvern before stepping forward slightly. His vision returned to Erion shortly after, "Your birds missing? Sorry to hear. There are several birds missing their-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Robert inquired about riding the Wyvern. For some reason, this question made the stablehand pale. Pausing for a moment he merely nodded his head as he stepped to the side, "J-just be careful. She seems ok for now, but no telling when her temperament will change." If the duo approached, they would notice the wyvern lowering itself to the ground without hesitation, moving it's wings to allow the two to climb up onto her back via her hind leg... This was odd behavior for a proud and aggressive beast, but as Erion took the reigns, he'd attempt to turn the beast in the direction of the woods. To his surprise, the beast turned without resistance, and began to sprint towards the woods. Since the gathering wasn't so far, the need for taking flight never arose, but even the heavy lumbering movements of the beast proved to be a challenge to the riders.

@Eklispe

As Arus strode forward, he'd notice the figure from before coming to a stop right before the group of Veira, seeming to start up a discussion with one of the more well armored ones. As he drew closer, he'd begin to recognize the figure in question- Holliander. The man looked different outside of his armor, his wiry frame barely visible through the loose-fitting linen clothes that now adorned his body. It wasn't clear if the man was preparing for sleep or if he was stripped of his armor, either way, he was striking up a conversation with what seemed to carry herself as the leader of the sisters behind her. Though their words were not audible from this distance, he would notice that the conversation seemed calm, with neither showing any signs of aggression... Well until a Wyvern began barreling it's way towards the group. At once, most of the Veira drew their arms.

@Eklispe@Lugia@Evanist

There was an akward pause as the Moogle and Nu Mou came into view of Holliander and the group of Veira. All at once there was a sigh of relief from the older human, chuckling to himself as he stepped forward towards the massive beast, "It's alright, these two are friends to the 'Children of Ivalice'. They mean no-"

Before Holliander could finish his sentence, an agitated growling came from the beast. All at once, the oddly calm demeanor shifted to a rather furious sway, followed shortly by a heavy bucking as the Wyvern began to beat it's wings. The ground began to shake as the wingbeats kicked up all manner of debris and dust, blinding many of the Veira and causing Holliander to raise his hands over his eyes. At once, the beast began to roar loudly, echoing through the woods and the camp as many excited gasps and screams erupted from the civilian section of camp. It was clear the beast was in a rage as many of the Veira drew their weapons once more, moving into position around the beast- soldiers in front; mages and archers in the back. However, the one that was speaking to Holliander stepped forward, speaking an odd language as she casually strode forward. Though unrecognizable, no-one could deny the effects it was having on the beast as it slowly began to settle, it's panicked flapping and stomping of it's feet now become uncomfortable shuffling and growls. With one final buck, it attempted to throw the riders from her back-

Erion: Pass

Robert: Fail

Seeing the dog like mage fall harshly to the floor (-2hp) though his moogle companion clung to the reigns. The beast attempted to buck once more, but Erion would remain set in place. The bucking would soon stop as the beast merely stood there, it's gaze focused on the odd speaking Veira before it turned, and began heading back towards the stables.

"What the hell?" Holliander spoke, his gaze flickering between the now departing Wyvern and the Veira that seemed to calm it.

Her gaze never breaking from the beast, the woman would speak, "The beast was confused, and scared. Seems the last thing she recalls was being back in Dorter. This one does not know, but she thinks that the beast was tricked to come here..."

Araguay Woods


@Lugia@Evanist

As the duo began to scout the established stables, they couldn't help but notice the dwindling number of beasts that were located there. Though the numbers weren't exactly astronomical in camp, they could see that merely a few chocobo and a couple of horses strown about the area protected by a shoddily hastily fashioned fence. Yet, off in the distance, a familiar sound rung in Erion's ear. As his gaze was directed over towards the east, his eyes would land upon the wyvern that had escaped Dorter, along with the human stablehand. The human was clearly favoring the beast, tossing it scraps of meat while patting it's flank. The wyvern seemed much more content then before, but why were they suddenly here?

Regard, Boco was no where in sight, and the chocobo that remained still had their saddles strapped onto their back. Though their riders were nowhere to be seen, and some had spatters of blood upon their feathers. Though none seemed to be in too poor of health, there were still some who held minor wounds and limped around their pin.

@Eklispe

As Arus began to write, he'd hear a audible thud of a heavy individual sitting beside him. If he looked up, he would see the porcine being from before in Dorter, his gaze focused nowhere as he stared off into the distance. An akward silence lingers over before the being snorts and begins to speak, "Va'Gaji is dead. He died during the ambush," the creature gave a mixture of a snort and a sigh as he hung his head, "He was wrong about you all it seems... Now he'll never get the chance to appologize. The pig-headed fool," the creature couldn't help but chuckle at his own remark. For a moment, his gaze would linger upon the fire before turning his attention fully to Arus, "I want to appologize for him. We owe you and your people alot more than we can say."

With that, the pigman didn't wait for a reply, merely standing with another grunt before lumbering back into the camp. For the first time since his arrival, Arus did not feel the eyes of the natives upon him. Instead, it seemed like this experience had mended whatever bad blood had been harbored. Still, the night was uneasy as the sobs of the people could still be heard lamenting over the dead and dying. At this moment, a figure would emerge from the command tent, making it's way over to the Veira that had just began their trek into the woods. They can't have gotten far... But who was that who emerged from the tent? And why were they heading off into the woods?
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