I'd think a professional would be a better place to voice your problems and vent for positive reactions, rather than the status bar of an RP forum. But that's just me.
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Respect isn't given, it is earned.
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Case closed (3)
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I hear french and all I can think about is "Omelette du fromage"
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[@neurovoid] That article looks incredibly biased for one agenda. There are various articles that list differences in neural wiring and anatomy. Not to mention hormones from gender-specific organs
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Something something... will write something here later.
10 mil is impressive for east blue, but not over the top. Its kind of in between the weak villains like the bandit Higuma (8 mil) and pre-DF alvida (5 mil), but not as high as someone who was actually feared in east blue like buggy (15 mil)
Jango, Captain Kuro's underling, had 9 million. So I think putting a bounty on my character at the same level as that isn't exactly too crazy.
I did add an explanation of how my character got it as well, she's supposed to have a nose for trouble.
That said, multiple people with ~10 mil bounties forming a crew? That would definitely be a cause for alarm with the marines. But that would only make for interesting writing material I say
Alias None as of yet. One will probably come with greater notoriety.
Age 19
Species half-human, half great white shark fishman
Position First mate - Zarya is a jack-of-all-trades of all sorts and can offer a helping hand in any kind of crew activity or take a spot until someone better suited for the job comes along.. But she isn’t good enough at anything to really take up the occupation. However, she is a proficient hunter of fish, even along a moving ship. As such, she is a useful food supplier. (however, since she usually just eats her fish raw, she isn’t a particularly good cook.)
Appearance Like other half-fishmen, most of her fishman features are retractable. Her regular form, as such, betrays very little of her fishman heritage.
She is a relatively tall, pale woman at roughly six feet. She enjoys a clearly athletic and fit physique that still only speaks very little of her true physical strength, slender yet toned with long legs. Her long hair is a silvery grey that reaches about halfway down her back.
Her clothing usually consist out of a simple shirt and jacket and trousers. Her clothing comes in various colours and prints.She does not consider herself quite ladylike enough to wear dresses and such. Notable is, however, that all her clothes has a large cut in their back. She never wears gloves, and shoes of any kind only very rarely. She also carries two large scrolls around with her until she has a place to store them.
The manifestation of her fishman features truly makes her terrifying. Her eyes grow sharper and predatory. Her teeth become shark-like, and gain great biting prowess. Her hands and feet grow webbing and a large dorsal fin grows on her back. Her skin in this form is eerily white.
Background Zarya the half-shark was the result of two martial artists meeting on the grand line. One marine and one a pirate. Her mother a master of the four winds fist and her father a black belt in fishman karate. The two fought to an inevitable draw and separated as rivals. However, their fates crossed each other innumerable times afterwards and feelings started to bloom. They settled outside of the grand line in a small kingdom in the east blue, here they set up a dojo to teach others their arts to the next generation.
Zarya grew up with a passion for martial arts, inherited from both her parents. Inspired by tales of both pirates and marines (though her mother would often berate her father for telling her about piracy), she trained to be able to one day set out to sea. Being offered training in both her parents’ styles, she didn’t pick one but both. Her parents were sceptical of how she was going to learn two arts at once while keeping up with strength training, but luckily she was a quick learner.
Zarya's father was a unique thing in the small kingdom, which counted him as the only fishman inhabitant. Though he overcame everyone's initial prejudices by displaying none of his own. In fact, the fishman had a deep respect for humans that went against a lot of the tales one told about the fishmen that roamed outside of the peaceful island on the ocean's bottom. That said, he wisely hid the past of his pirating ways from them.
In a similar vein, her mother never truly revealed her past to anyone else. She had all but defected from the marines and left to marry a pirate. A treasonous act to be sure, especially for someone who had held a vice-admiral position so proudly.
Her parents often told her of the many other martial arts practiced in this world. Her father told her of a place inhabited by strange lady-men practicing a martial art heavily focussed around kicks. Her mother told her of an intelligence unit that had mastered six powerful techniques. And she dreamt of learning them all. Her parents played it off as their child’s childish dreams, and left it at that. But Zarya’s intentions were genuine. She wanted to develop her own martial art, one encompassing all fighting styles of the world. In fact, that was what she was already trying to do with her parents’ own styles.
A feat that necessitated becoming a superb martial artist she was sure, and so she trained harder than any disciple in the dojo until she matched adults.
In her sixteenth year her father set out again for sea. He had received word of Neptune himself. One of his former disciples of long ago, a fishman going by the name of Killer Whale, had committed great crimes against fishman island and was loose somewhere in the world. Her father felt it his responsibility to help the fishmen hunt for him.
That was three years ago. No word was received. Neither of his victory nor his loss or demise.
Zarya was now an accomplished martial artist, and very much felt she needed to see the world. To grow stronger through experience instead of only training (though she would still need to do a lot of that). And so she set out. Hoping maybe she would also find her lost father in the process.
Zarya’s three months of travel already met with some resistance however. In a bar she crossed two wanted pirates who she promptly got into a fight with over a petty argument. Perhaps this would’ve been a heroic feat if her victory hadn’t levelled half the town and the local marine base in the process. As the pirates she took out were 5 and 7 million beri, she was attributed a bounty just a little higher than that.
Abilities
Martial artist - Zarya is a proficient practitioner of both fishman karate and the four-wind fist
Fishman karate - The fighting style commonly practiced by fishmen. The key to using fishman karate is the controlling of water in one's direct vincity, including the water in the body of people, to devastating effect. This martial art is deadly on land, but even more so in the water where the techniques take on even more dangerous forms.
Four wind fist - A human martial art originating from the grand line. This fighting style focusses on the control of the air flow around one's body. The primary use of this is to reduce the air resistance to deliver faster strikes and move at higher speeds. This art is known primarily for its fast, consecutive strikes combined with a few powerful finishing blows.
Free running - Using her strength and agility she has little problem moving through any kind of area
Water breathing - Because she is a fishman, she can breathe underwater. She can also move underwater with the ease of a fishman.
Superhuman physical abilities - Both through her fishman genes and years of training, she has monstrous strength, speed, stamina and reflexes
Blood scent - Because of her shark heritage, she can smell blood from miles away.
Weapons
Water - As part of fishman karate – See abilities
Teeth - Her teeth can go from human-like to shark-like at whim. Their biting force could easily crush bone. They can also regrow instantly when broken. These teeth can easily crush metal and even stop bullets.
Techniques Note: all techniques become stronger in the water Note2: This list is by no means definitive.
X-tile true punch - Common fishman karate technique. A very powerful punch. The amount of tiles it can break indicates the power. current limit: 1000 tiles.
Shark-style whirlpool kick - Fishman karate: A roundhouse kick capable of hitting anyone around her. Underwater this can create a vicious whirlpool.
Sharkskin palm block - Fishman karate: A simple, but powerful palm block that can be used to protect the user from physical attacks, including those from weapons.
X gusts flowing strike - Four wind fist: Her arms turn to a blur as she strikes multiple times in rapid succession. This attack can hit the same place multiple times for massive damage or spread out to hit several areas of the body. Current limit: 20
Sweeping west wind - Four wind fist: A low, sweeping kick intended to knock anyone off their feet.
South wind drop kick - A dangerous axe kick capable of shattering stone.
Passing breeze - The user moves fluidly at high speed to quickly close distances or avoid attacks
Water based techniques:
Water shot - Fishman karate: Shoots a small droplet of water with the force of a bullet. Currently has enough penetrative force to pierce through solid rock.
Arrow military shark - Fishman karate: Wets her arm, then throws multiple drops of water at the same time, which are converted into deadly arrows.
Artillery rain - Fishman karate: Throws a pack of water upwards, which then rain down as water shots.
Okay, I'm finished. Let me know if there's anything unclear or troublesome.
Name Zarya Samedra
Alias None as of yet. One will probably come with greater notoriety.
Age 19
Species half-human, half shark fishman
Position First mate - Zarya is a jack-of-all-trades of all sorts and can offer a helping hand in any kind of crew activity or take a spot until someone better suited for the job comes along.. But she isn’t good enough at anything to really take up the occupation. However, she is a proficient hunter of fish, even along a moving ship. As such, she is a useful food supplier. (however, since she usually just eats her fish raw, she isn’t a particularly good cook.)
Appearance Like other half-fishmen, most of her fishman features are retractable. She is a relatively tall, pale woman at roughly six feet. She enjoys a clearly athletic and fit physique that still only speaks very little of her true physical strength. Her long hair is a silvery grey that reaches about halfway down her back.
Her clothing usually consist out of a simple shirt and jacket and trousers. Notable is, however, that all her clothes has a large cut in their back. She never wears gloves, and shoes only very rarely. She carries two large scrolls with her until she has a place to store them.
The manifestation of her fishman features truly makes her terrifying. Her eyes grow sharper and predatory. Her teeth become shark-like, and gain great biting prowess. Her hands and feet grow webbing and a large dorsal fin grows on her back.
Background Zarya the half-shark was the result of two martial artists meeting on the grand line. One marine and one a pirate. Her mother a master of the four winds fist and her father a black belt in fishman karate. The two fought to an inevitable draw and separated as rivals. However, their fates crossed each other innumerable times afterwards and feelings started to bloom. They settled outside of the grand line in a small kingdom (which sea depends on our starting area), here they set up a dojo to teach others their arts to the next generation.
Zarya grew up with a passion for martial arts, inherited from both her parents. Inspired by tales of both pirates and marines (though her mother would often berate her father for telling her about piracy), she trained to be able to one day set out to sea. Being offered training in both her parents’ styles, she didn’t pick one but both. Her parents were sceptical of how she was going to learn two arts at once while keeping up with strength training, but luckily she was a quick learner.
Her parents often told her of the many other martial arts practiced in this world. Her father told her of a place inhabited by strange lady-men practicing a martial art heavily focussed around kicks. Her mother told her of an intelligence unit that had mastered six powerful techniques. And she dreamt of learning them all. Her parents played it off as their child’s childish dreams, and left it at that. But Zarya’s intentions were genuine. She wanted to develop her own martial art, one encompassing all fighting styles of the world. In fact, that was what she was already trying to do with her parents’ own styles.
A feat that necessitated becoming a superb martial artist she was sure, and so she trained harder than any disciple in the dojo until she matched adults.
In her sixteenth year her father set out again for sea. He had received word of Neptune himself. One of his former disciples of long ago, a fishman going by the name of Killer Whale, had committed great crimes against fishman island and was loose somewhere in the world. Her father felt it his responsibility to help the fishmen hunt for him.
That was three years ago. No word was received. Neither of his victory nor his loss or demise.
Zarya was now an accomplished martial artist, and very much felt she needed to see the world. To grow stronger through experience instead of only training (though she would still need to do a lot of that). And so she set out. Hoping maybe she would also find her lost father in the process.
Zarya’s three months of travel already met with some resistance however. In a bar she crossed two wanted pirates who she promptly got into a fight with over a petty argument. Perhaps this would’ve been a heroic feat if her victory hadn’t levelled half the town and the local marine base. As the pirates she took out were 5 and 7 million beri, she was attributed a bounty just a little higher than that.
Abilities
Martial artist - Zarya is a proficient practitioner of both fishman karate and the four-wind fist
Free running - Using her strength and agility she has little problem moving through any kind of area
Water breathing - Because she is a fishman, she can breathe underwater. She can also move underwater with the ease of a fishman.
Superhuman physical abilities - Both through her fishman genes and years of training, she has monstrous strength, speed, stamina and reflexes
Blood scent - Because of her shark heritage, she can smell blood from miles away.
Weapons
Water - As part of fishman karate – See abilities
Teeth - Her teeth can go from human-like to shark-like at whim. Their biting force could easily crush bone. They can also regrow instantly when broken. These teeth can easily crush metal and even stop bullets.
Techniques Note: all techniques become stronger in the water Note2: This list is by no means definitive.
X-tile true punch - Common fishman karate technique. A very powerful punch. The amount of tiles it can break indicates the power. current limit: 1000 tiles.
Shark-style whirlpool kick - Fishman karate: A roundhouse kick capable of hitting anyone around her. Underwater this can create a vicious whirlpool.
Sharkskin palm block - Fishman karate: A simple, but powerful palm block that can be used to protect the user from physical attacks, including those from weapons.
X gusts flowing strike - Four wind fist: Her arms turn to a blur as she strikes multiple times in rapid succession. This attack can hit the same place multiple times for massive damage or spread out to hit several areas of the body. Current limit: 20
Sweeping west wind - Four wind fist: A low, sweeping kick intended to knock anyone off their feet.
South wind drop kick - A dangerous axe kick capable of shattering stone.
Water based techniques:
Water shot - Fishman karate: Shoots a small droplet of water with the force of a bullet. Currently has enough penetrative force to pierce through solid rock.
Arrow military shark - Fishman karate: Wets her arm, then throws multiple drops of water at the same time, which are converted into deadly arrows.
Artillery rain - Fishman karate: Throws a pack of water upwards, which then rain down as water shots.
@Noodles wait, we had to make newly formed pirates right? Because honestly w over a ton in weight dragon-man running over 40mph with steel-melting flames, steel skin, flight, making weapons and unnatural strength sounds more like new world level than one of the four blues. Especially compared to something like what hasayo submitted.
I don't wanna contest gm decisions but I'm really not sure what power level we're going for now.
The morning was still young when Cyrus roused himself from a rather restless sleep. So much so that he wasn’t actually awake before the morning announcement. This was something very unlike the politician. Perhaps all the chaos was finally getting to him? Of course had been affected, but he had been able to stave it off physically, until now. Still, he was pretty fine all things considered. He knew he was probably one of the people better off at the moment. Just one bad night. He was the lucky one.
For today Cyrus had a list. A list of people. People he wanted to pay a visit before the day was over. One person in particular on that list he’d rather get it over with as soon as possible. He was pretty much obliged to try, wasn’t he? Yes, indeed. There was no way around it. With a deep breath he skidded through the hallway and knocked on the door of one particular individual.
“Hello Zach!” Jezebel called out before the door swung open. But once she saw the politician, her cheerful expression changed to one of indifference. “The noid.” She folded her arms and leaned up against the frame of the door. “So like, what’s your damage?”
Jezebel’s expression somewhat mirrored his own, inner feelings. However, he tried very much to at least appear friendly. Not overly so, he just basically approached Jezebel like you’d approach a random stranger on the streets. Friendly, but not in a way that makes it seem like you expect them to buy your shit. “Good morning.” He said, pausing for exactly one-and-a-half seconds. “I know I’m not the face you’d like to see first thing in the morning. However, I was hoping we could talk for a bit...” Well, here goes nothing.
Jezebel wordlessly pointed into her room with both hands, and the politician entered. There was the matter of all the strange circus flair, but there were too many other oddities in this killing game for Cyrus to even acknowledge it. Jezebel closed the door behind herself, leaning against the door frame just as before. “So I say again, what’s your damage?”
“Damage?” Cyrus repeated. “Well, I guess that isn’t completely inaccurate. I’d rather call it our damage. It is, after all, no secret that we aren’t exactly on good terms.” He said, sighing. “Look, I’m just going to be forward here. You don’t seem like the type to appreciate bullshit. What you said during the trial fucking terrified me. That you broke into the pharmacy because you wanted to see the look on my face, amongst other things.” He paused for half a second, this time. “I’m not here to berate you for it. If this is something that happened partially because of our antagonism, I think myself partially responsible.” He gritted his teeth, but his gaze unwavered, keeping eye contact. “I am here to mend relations, simple as that.”
“Oh, like, I was wondering why you didn't say anything at the trial. You totally wanted to look cool in front of everyone.” She giggled. “Diplomacy's tre confusing isn't it? I so wanted everyone to come out of this alive, but you were totally standing on the moral high ground. It got a few people killed, but Krista's okay.” Her smile vanished. “Good thing her brother's okay though. Maybe they'll kidnap the niod for the next Night of Carnage?” Her smile returned. “Sorry! Like, we sorta got off topic there! Unless you can mend the dead, or mend Zachary's sight, I totally don't think there's anything you could do. Or you could like, not treat everyone like your pawns, I might be able to respect you more. ”
Cyrus scowled, but he tried to stay polite. “The reason I didn’t say anything was because it did not matter. Whether that was your primary motive or not, it wouldn’t have changed anything about the trial. What would we have gained fighting over it?” he paused for a second. “I will, however, admit it took me effort not to. The angry kind of effort.” He sighed, admitting that. “I simply did what I thought was best. Some people agreed with me and helped, others didn’t. I told everyone from the beginning this was voluntary.” He shook his head. “You’re right though, morally I had the high ground. And I’m not even going to start about the ‘what ifs’, what has happened, happened.” He stated, simply. “I will, however, staunchly disagree with you on one thing. I care about the people in this killing game, and I do not treat any of them like pawns. I would’ve done this for anyone. Be it Krista, you or anyone else.” He grinned, averting his eyes for a bit. “I just hope I don’t have to prove that to you, for all of our sakes.”
Jezebel stared at Cyrus in silence. “Hmmm.” The jester tipped her head. “You're talking to a total bullshit artist, ya know?” She placed a hand on her hip. “If you want to make things good with me, you'll start acting like you care about more than the girls in your little clique. ” Jezebel took a step away from the door. She was pretty short beside Cyrus. Even with her cap, she wasn't as tall as the politician was. “I think you're here because you totally don't want that to happen again. Which is so a concern I share as well.” Jezebel pointed at the door with her thumb. “Like, you also might want to try a tumbler lock instead of a key lock. They're so much harder to get into, especially if you tre don't want people detecting your entry.” She winked at the politician.
“Just because I talk more to the people I’m closer to doesn’t mean I don’t care about the rest. However, you do have a point. Perhaps I haven’t shown it enough.” He nodded. “I believe your heart is in the right place, as is mine. Something like that during the trial shouldn’t have to happen.” He smiled, extending his hand before leaving. “Also, if you see him. Tell Zach I’m sorry for the things during the trial. I’ll tell him in person when I see him as well...” He added. “I don’t remember the details, but I know it was bad.” He looked genuinely embarrassed at that.
The Jester wordlessly shook his hand and watched him leave.
Today was the day, an important day. Not his day, no, he was simply a very important bystander. It was his good friend Darien who took center stage today. Leo had to admit his friend looked absolutely dashing in that tuxedo, a groom no girl would be able to refuse. Daphne, the bride, had taken most of the spotlight, however. How long had it been since he had seen her, anyway? He could not remember. That wasn’t important right now. What was important was that that everything was falling apart. The earth shook with violence, gouts with flame erupted from the earth and surrounded them all, swallowing the venue with the a gluttonous speed no fire should ever reach. There was panic and screams and destruction. Groomsmen and bridesmaids alike were swallowed by the ravaging chaos made flame. Leo ran to the exit of what could only be described as the wedding venue of hell. The heat scorched his back, burned away his shirt to a crisp, and just before his hand reached the door the flames caught his leg – quite literally, in fact, with a hand seemingly made of pure fire. He fell to the ground and the burning inferno loomed over him, forming a face. It was the face of – Finally his alarm clock decided to relieve him of this nightmare.
Just a dream, of course it was. After all, the grand event was still a few days away. The flight ticket lay next to his phone, which was still beeping in the most annoying fashion. He took the item from his desk, turned off the alarm and checked the time. Time to get ready, he had to get to Vegas today. Leo wondered if Christopher was already flying. He was going there with Grace, wasn’t he? How long had it been since he had seen Grace anyway?
Luckily Leo had a much shorter flight coming to him. The young entrepreneur had a comfortable stay in Austin for the last few days. Luckily he had been able to plan his business trip to his newest acquisition – another medical tech startup - just before his trip to Vegas itself.
A shower, dress-up and breakfast later Leo checked out and drove his rental car to the airport. From there it was just the same standard procedure. Handing in the keys, checking in, having your privates invaded by security and finally topping it off by waiting an hour for that goddamn plane. At least he was flying business class, what else? And he had to admit, these flights actually had fairly decent lunches, and halfway decent champagne.
Breathing Nevada air after a predictably uneventful flight, he got into an uber and was on his way to the resort. From what he had seen on their website, at least that looked to suit his tastes. He turned his phone on (something he had forgotten after he left the plane), intent on checking the site again, but instead he saw a dozen of missed calls. Leo Sighed.
”I had told you I was flying today.” Was the first thing he barked out when Adam, a business associate of his, picked up. ”Yes, Austin time, you idiot. Don’t tell me counting back two hours is too difficult for you.” He said with an irritated sigh. He didn’t have the patience for idiots today. ”Yes, of course I secured the deal. Their patent is ours now. So tell R&D to roll out the prototype. No delays, this time. They’ve had enough time while we dealt with the patents. No, he gets his vacation after we’re done with this. I discussed this with him already. Tell him the next time he tries this, he’s out on the streets. ” The uber driver did look somewhat uncomfortable hearing this conversation. ”No, Adam, we cannot cut him some slack. Every day without the product we’re losing opportunity costs. Millions, Adam. Tell the guy he gets a week extra after he’s done… if it works.” And with that he simply ended the call. There was indeed only one way about this, and it involved an iron fist.
At arrival the Uber driver looked overjoyed to quickly unload his suitcase and get the hell out of there. Leo wondered why. Regardless, he focussed his attention to the Seara resort. Yes, he could see this place definitely had class. He wondered if Darien’s wife-to-be had finally gained even a sliver of that.
Leo was going to do Darien a favour, and keep that opinion to himself.
Noel was somewhat surprised by the lack of the reaction to this display of sheer inhumanity. Then again, perhaps these infinites had been subjected to the despair for too long they had already forgotten what humanity looked like. ”You’re just as crazy as that dead bitch.” She murmured audibly enough towards Alice for everyone to hear. It was very much like the recon to jump on whatever the bear threw at her as a lifeline, even if it was full of inaccuracies. Then again, if she wasn’t going to follow up on her earlier threats, then her word was pretty much null and void. She shot Ice a murderous glance, one befitting a white knight trying to protect his crazy girlfriend, what else did she expect from a common street thug anyway? Afterwards, she snappily gave Braden a look of gratitude. Sometimes you got support from an angle you least expected.
They forgot one thing though. She was the writer of this game’s history. And Mercy had now already been relegated to the status of a demon. A lunatic. She would slander Alice’s friend’s name with an unholy vengeance. Mercy deserved it, anyway. And even if it was going to be her own death, she was going to make sure her story was going to reach the outside world. Even if it was after the entire killing game was over.
With that, she left for the rollercoaster, fuming. Even though she caught that there were new infinites arriving, she wasn’t in a state where she could greet them properly. She simply retreated to her room for the night.
Man, this was a clusterfuck. After the trial everything simply devolved into chaos. He tried to give Davis the least of his attention. The only conquest he wanted to savour was beating his skull in. He looked worriedly at Krista. He wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad for the girl. She had heard her brother was safe, but she did not look fine at all. He hadn't the time to devote to her at that point, as he was adressed otherwise. However, he hissed angrily at the robot. “We might share our namesake, but if you as much as touch me, I’ll be sure to turn you into scrap metal.” A crack appeared in his glasses. ”Got that, you wretched, miserable heap of rust. Perhaps you can threaten me once you don’t need Davis to tell you to wipe your own ass before you do it. ”
He dropped his glasses on the floor, immediately changing them out for new ones. “…Thank you for cleaning my room, however, I do appreciate it. Excuse me.” Honestly, the robot hadn’t done anything wrong. He just had contained that flicker of anger far too long, and the robot said just the wrong thing to get the brunt of it. At least he was calm now. At least this nurse was good at anger therapy.
After having left the trial grounds, he was much like Daimyon intrigued by the sounds he heard. Familiar sounds, the sounds of new allies… or enemies? It was hard to tell these days. No, he had to stay optimistic! And surely, as they crossed the corner they stood face to face with two new faces. “Good evening. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Cyrus Brandon, the infinite politician.” He looked at them expectantly, friendly, awaiting their own introductions.
Full-time radiologist (St Francis Hospital, resident), part-time entrepreneur,
Relation to the Groom or Bride
The question to answer here is: why were you chosen to be a groomsman or bridesmaid? Use this as a chance to build relations! <3
Appearance
Quite tall (184cm) and well-built, Leonard isn’t the ugliest duckling. Indeed, he can be quite attractive with his styled blond hair, slight beard and dark eyes. This is only further accentuated with a striking (read: stupidly expensive) fashion sense, which may or may not include glasses at his own fancy.
Personality
Leonard is that guy who always seems to have the good lady of fortune smiling over his shoulder. He’s the guy you take to the casino to bet all your life’s savings. The man you team up with in your board games. The friend whose intuition you follow for that one crucial decision. But beyond the good dose of luck is a good bit of calculated risk taking. Oh yes, he is a risk taker, an entrepreneur, an experimenter and achiever… overachiever. He enjoys living on the edge. But are they truly risks when they pay off in the vast majority of times? That must be some serious calculation!
Indeed, Leonard isn’t just about pure luck. Behind the pretty face hides a seriously competent and clever young man. Unfortunately, Leo isn’t just about modest enough to keep it under wraps. He is a show-off, confident to the point of occasional arrogance and very much used to achieving whatever he set his eyes on (to the point of entitlement). Don’t misunderstand, he’s quite a nice guy, you just have to be able to deal with that (sometimes insufferable) attitude of his. He’s plenty talkative, inclusive and captivating. Despite his own attitude, he doesn’t really look down on others (He knows you’re capable. He’s just a little more… and you know it). He is always willing to help you, but you ought to know that nothing in this world is for free. And Leonard never forgets you owe him a favour.
An dictionary definition of opportunism, he never misses a chance to get one-up. However, he isn’t always very considerate of who else that might help or hurt in process. Do you find yourself a hitchhiker on his road to success? Good for you! However, be wary you might be left on the roadside on the first most fleeting, cold whim. It is a sober, businesslike approach to life that leaves him with as much enemies as friends. Usually the people that stay at Leo’s side are those who just stay friends, and away from his entrepreneuring fancies.
Upbringing Synopsis
Most people don’t expect it, but his origins are exceedingly humble. His single mother used to barely get by despite working multiple jobs. She was a sweetheart, she truly was. And so young Leo did as much as he could to not get in her way. Luckily the boy had a good head on his shoulders. According to his mother he got that from his father. Unfortunately, his had a tumour in it. He didn’t even live to see his young boy turn three.
The other woman in Leonard’s life was his older sister. A pretty thing, four years older, with hair even blonder than his and laden with speckles. Perhaps she was even more of a mother figure to him than his actual mother, given she was the one taking care of him every day until he stopped shitting his pants. Every day straight out of elementary to get him from day care. Sometimes Leo still wonders if she had actually been allowed to enjoy her early childhood beyond anything than a glorified babysitter. He doesn’t think she truly regret s it, though. The two love eachother as much as siblings can.
Regardless, the young boy was forced into a position of independence from a young age; especially once his sister entered a much more rebellious teenage phase. Luckily Leo took after her when it came to having a healthy dose of wit. The boy did just fine on his own, guided by his own smarts and common sense (and an elder sister that still kept an eye on him, even if she said she didn’t).
Just fine he did, indeed. Hard work was in his blood, and he passed through his school with flying colours; earning him that scholarship into that medical school his mother could’ve impossibly afforded. Perhaps it was a sense of what happened to his father, and to his entire family as a result, what guided his position to pursue a medical career. Honestly, he never really considered it . But suffice to say he ended up landing himself a fine job just after.
But there was more yet. You see, there was something else young Leo was pretty good at: Money. Making money, to be exact. No, not by slaving away at some part-time job (though he did start out this way. After all, you need money to make money). But come up with smart ideas for a business! Leo was fifteen when he started up his first company. A small webshop that sold these high-quality trinkets that the manufacturer just didn’t ship to the Americas. And for some reason it turned into a smashing success! Then came the second idea a year later in the shape of a small tool of his own invention. One patent later and it was booming business as it filled a niche gap in the market.
And these fancies of entrepreneurship did not end there. No, in medical school he found a few like-minded people. He wasn’t much of a partygoer, so his efforts quickly turned elsewhere. With a newly-founded company, they worked on developing medical ideas for the sole purpose of selling them to the highest bidder (read: pharma). In the meantime Leo took to other avenues as well and successfully invested in the stock market. By his twentieth, it was safe to say his entire family was living a lot more comfortably. But Leonard is still not done. Nay, even though his bank account now hits a couple more digits than the average student, he still dreamt of an even bigger idea. Something revolutionary. To think up something that’d make the next Microsoft, the next google.
That is still but a dream.
But hey, he can’t really complain. That medical degree is pretty darn nice as well, and he’ll certainly try to get that MD while he’s at it. And though he has been plenty successful, Leo has no intention to stop. Success can only go one way – forward, as long as you’re willing to take the steps. That is his motto, which has yet to be proven wrong.
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The glasses he wears are often just for show. He actually owns a variety of both regular and sunglasses, just to fit his outfits.
A big fan of traveling – He has a particular fancy for tropical islands
Tries sports of all kinds, though he usually doesn’t stick to any one sport for too long. He does work out regularly
He has a particularly strong and sensitive sense of smell, and can get sick very easily in response to strong odours. As a result, he has a strong distaste for strong perfumes
He hasn’t had his hands at practicing music yet. He’d like to learn an instrument or singing
Cyrus had been right, Bliss's alibi had indeed shed a lot more light on the case. His defense had been a desperate shotgun of statements, but one point definitely made it through. The power of agreement came through! Hearing Bliss’s alibi, there seemed to be only one logical conclusion. “So, as Krista and Denis pointed out, it seems indeed very unlikely that Bliss is the killer.” He grinned. “This means that her words now hold truth, which brings to light a very troubling thing indeed.”
Cyrus started to explain calmly. “We have concluded that only the umbrella was used as the murder weapon. A combination of the two is not possible, the wounds are not enough alike. ” Cyrus triumphantly referred back to his other earlier question, as if he had planned it all. This had been more luck than anything, but it was a valuable confirmation nonetheless. ”And Bliss has stated that it was Mercy that gave her this umbrella, we have very little reason to doubt her since we just deduced her unlikeliness to be the killer, henceforth I believe this.” He then put his hand to his chin, pondering. ”And she said this happened several days ago, and she even suggested to dance with it. So she likely knew of the party. How she learned of the surprise party before it happened in the first place is a mystery, maybe Felix told her? Regardless, it also explains how Mercy could’ve planned a murder during a surprise event. Furthermore, she could’ve had a similar umbrella in her room, giving her ample time during her ‘meeting’ to fabricate a wound on her hand and bandage it.” Cyrus was far from done with his explanation, now it was time for the true evidence. ”But it’s the timeframe that is truly concerning. I should not have to point out to anyone what the symptoms are of the horseman virus.” He smirked. ”In a span of several days, the infected should be reduced to a zombie-like state. Even if Thomas said Mercy seemed to shamble slightly, I don’t she looked anything close to an actual zombie. Therefore we must conclude that she did this out of her own free will.”
The case finally began to unravel. ”The book, the poison, having Felix crash against the umbrella, those could all be attributed to the suggestive abilities of the horseman virus. However, this can simply not be true for an event that took place so long ago. I therefore conclude that Mercy prepared the murder of Felix out of her own free will. And she most definitely was the one that threw him against the table.” His face writhed with disgust, as he glanced towards Felix, then to Max. How would the man react learning he would be unable to enact vengeance on his brother’s killer?
But had Mercy truly killed herself? He couldn’t say exactly how, but she had. ”The announcement sounded for both Felix and Mercy, they had the same killer. If we conclude that Mercy killed Felix, Mercy undoubtedly killed herself. This is simple fact.” Was there any other possibility? There was definitely still room for questioning, as not all questions had been answered. But right now the evidence seemed to line up into one unanimous direction.
”The blackened is, without a doubt, Mercy Evergreen, the infinite plague doctor!”
”Hold up, hold up!” The plague doctor had done herself in? It made sense, but there were still so many things unclear! ”But when would she have poisoned the umbrella, she only acquired it today! And how did… when did she poison herself?” If she did it to herself on purpose, she could’ve easily ingested it. But she was in company around both 4PM and 7PM, right? Someone must’ve seen her do something. Also, who was infected, then?
She then vehemently turned her attention to one person in particular. ”And you, how dare you mock a person who just lost their brother. Are you out of your mind!?” Her voice carried a venom that was most unfamiliar to the other infinites. Regardless, the recon’s behavior to Max had been simply unacceptable. ”So tell me, going to panic again? I hope you won’t mind me laughing at you this time.” Was this starting a fight? Yes, perhaps.
She continued to glare at Alice. ”Now, maybe be a useful little girl and tell us why your lunatic friend might actually do this. Tell me, why would she kill not just herself, but also her dear friend and Max’s little brother? Start talking, or I’ll be the one kicking your ass so hard you’ll be happy you’re stuck in a hospital.” She hissed.
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