Leon Belmont

[LEON]

Leon Belmont !



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Sero
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR However Many YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE Sero and Lukien
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS Cheat and Die!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Leon Belmont
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: Eighteen years old
GENDER: Male
RACE: Gifted Human
CLASS: No Class
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I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Green
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Light Tan
BODY: Athletically Muscled
UNUSUAL: A Long Scar Running Diagonally From Above His Left Eye To Beneath His Right
OTHER FORM: No Other Form Available
APPEARANCE: Leon has three main outfits.
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His first outfit is his standard which he wears more often than not, due to usually staying in cold climates. It consists of black pants over his leather boots, with three leather straps bound around his upper right thigh. At his waist are dual belts creating an X form around him from which his twin weapons usually hang. He wears a white t-shirt topped with a black leather jacket with a white feathered collar and wrist length black leather gloves. His boots have straps around them that are only for decoration really, but are built for extra traction with a steel toe, used to living in the mountains where they received much snow. The straps on his thigh hold an assortment of pouches containing various first aid items he might need, as well as a bottle of water and miscellaneous other items he might need.

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His second outfit is more of a warmer climate outfit. His lower body remains the same, and he pretty much just swaps out jackets. In this one, he wears a light leather jacket of a dark grey, emblazoned with a lion’s head on the short sleeve. He then wears three brown leather straps around his left forearm, and then he continues to wear his black pants over his leather boots. The second reason he doesn’t like wearing this outfit is because one can see the myriad of scars crossing his arms from a lifetime of fighting, though it does help show off a good tan, which he’s found odd as he lived most his life in the mountains.

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His third outfit is for more formal occasions. He wears black cargo pants tucked into knee high black leather boots. He wears a black jacket over a white shirt, with blue and gold embroidered shoulder pieces, with silver chain running across his chest. The uniform is immaculately clean at all times, and is made of mostly silk, as a gift from the family he lived and worked with for most of the time he’s spent on his own. The wrists are a light crimson in colour, edged in gold similar to that which runs down the center of his chest at the parting of the jacket, with a wide leather belt holding it tight against him.

Regardless of his outfit, his general appearance remains the same. He stands at just over six feet tall, six foot one to be precise, with dark brown hair always in casual disarray. His eyes are a brilliant emerald green, and his whole body is well toned from long workouts and exercise to stay in shape. The only unusual marking on him is a massive scar across his face, from above his left eye to just below his right. The only jewelry he wears is a silver pendant that hangs down to the center of his chest. The end of which shows a lion’s head open in a roar of defiance, symbolizing the courage and strength he strives to achieve. His hair usually hangs down his face, slightly obscuring his eyes, which he’s found mildly annoying at times, but never enough to bother changing it.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

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1. Slaying Evil Monsters
2. Helping People
3. Isolation
4. Reading
5. Learning
6. Honing His Skills
DISLIKES:
1. Crowds
2. Loud Noises
3. Evil Monsters
4. Drugs
5. Arrogance
6. His Family
STRENGTHS:
1. Enhanced Speed
2. Cryomancy
3. Fighting
4. First Aid
WEAKNESSES:
1. Impulsive
2. Comes Off As Cold
3. A Little Naïve About Modern Times
4. Human Weaknesses
SECRETS: He Actually Hates Being Alone and is Afraid To Trust People Or Open Up
OVERALL:
Born in a small village comprised of clan members, he was raised to fight against the undead vampires that threatened Europe, and was pushed constantly from the day he could walk to do that by his father. As a result, he’s been conditioned to take great pride and satisfaction in slaying the undead, before learning tales about the vampire that had once assisted his clan, Alucard. From then, he tried to be open minded about the immortals, learning that there were more than just vampires in the world, and extending his duty to destroy all evil immortals that threatened humankind, not just the vampires. As a result, he’s grown to enjoy slaying any undead, and helping people in any way. He isn’t particularly concerned about what he does, as long as he can help people. He’s also fond of isolation, preferring to be alone, as a result of his personality. He’s led a secluded and abusive life, and has issues relating to anyone, or trusting anyone, no matter how much he’d like to. Because of this, he spends much time alone, watching other people or enjoying the quiet nature around him, often found wandering alone through a forest, though he is occasionally out in cities. He also enjoys reading and learning, as they go somewhat hand in hand. He finds it relaxing to be able to sit back and read a book, expanding his own knowledge incessantly, constantly seeking to fill the gaps growing up in a hermetic clan naturally produced. Unless it involves hunting or killing monsters, chances are he knows nothing about it. Finally, he enjoys honing his skills. He takes great pride in his ability, constantly pushing himself to be stronger, to stand without assistance from anyone, and to always be strong enough to defend himself.

Due to his upbringing, he has a natural hatred for immortals, and won’t hesitate to try and kill any one that he feels is evil. He’s won countless times against the younger immortals, and as of yet hasn’t tried his hand against the older, doubting he’d come away alive. He’s won through patience, stealth and cunning, but is also quite able to hold his own in an outright fight. He also tends to shy away from loud noises, spending much time alone and in silence, it bothers him and makes it hard to think. He isn’t able to focus nearly as well as he’d like to because of the loud and incessant distraction in his ears, so he avoids them as much as possible. A part of this has come to include crowds. He feels exposed, and doesn’t like the feeling. He likes to be able to survey all his surroundings, and be ready for anything, but it’s much harder to do when dozens of people are making noise and jostling him on their way. As a result, he prefers to be active at night, when there are less people around, and when it’s quieter and more peaceful. Drugs and arrogance are two more dislikes, as he sees them as a weakness. Drugs are a crutch that people use to get by when they think they can’t cope with something, and destroys even the strongest of people with ease. Arrogance bothers him greatly because he believes no one is better than anyone else, and those that try to put themselves above others need to be knocked down a peg or two in his books. Finally, he hates his family. As a clan, they sat back and let his father bring him to the brink of death, day after day without intervening because he is the last of his clan, and they wanted him strong enough to survive anything. Due to this upbringing, he naturally strives to protect others from his suffering, thinking no one should have to go through that.

His first strength is his increased speed. Gifted from birth to be more than normal, long years have been spent honing his speed and reflexes to rival the fastest of the monsters his clan has hunted for centuries. At times, when reacting on pure instinct and reflex, it seems he doesn’t even move to cross intervening space in the blink of an eye, something that has surprised many of the foul creatures he’s hunted in the night. His second strength is his Cryomancy. Born in the wintery mountains of Europe, the cold has always been a part of him. In his final battle with his father, his talent erupted forth, saving his life, and helping to end his fathers, freeing him from his torment. Ever since, he’s been practicing to increase his strength and control over it, using it in battle against the forces of darkness, much to their surprise and dismay. His third strength is fighting, spending all his life learning to fight, and living through countless battles with the yajuu that sought to do harm to humans. When he met up with the vampire Vincent, he was taught even more by someone who had been fighting for more than two millennia, further enhancing his abilities. He can use a variety of weapons and martial arts, but prefers to remain with his whip and gunblade, one a gift from Vincent, the other an heirloom from his clan. His final strength is medicine, mostly first aid. He’s become quite skilled at patching himself up when he’s had to, and can care for others if he must, though he rarely meets anyone needing his aid.

Because his father never valued him highly, it’s become natural for him to rush blindly into a situation, to try and do well to please his father, to earn his praise and recognition. This has gotten him into a few issues in the past, the most visibly notable marks from it being the scar on his face from his father. He’d rushed in blindly to attack him, determined to prove to him that he wasn’t worthless, and received the scar and lesson as a reward. Because of his relation with his father, he’s grown cold and distant, afraid to trust anyone, as he was always told it was a weakness. To be strong, one must keep ones own counsel, his father told him. He fervently wishes that he had a friend of any sort, maybe even a relationship one day, but he doesn’t expect it to happen. He doesn’t know how to really express himself to anyone, and he thinks he’s only good for a fight, nothing more. And finally, as a result of being raised as a medieval hunter, he’s somewhat clueless to modern times and technology. He’s practiced with guns a bit, to better his marksmanship, but he was always told they were weapons for the weak, that had no skill required. Instead, he mastered the sword and whip, the crossbow and other tools that his clan had passed down for generations. He tries to learn more as he goes along, but is still mostly technologically illiterate. One thing above all others that he learned though was how to drive, seeing it as necessity. Other than these, he’s still pretty much a normal human and is subject to their weaknesses. He gets ill, and can be hurt just like everyone else.
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WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Rayne Valtieri-Unknown
FATHER: Vincent Valtieri-Adopted By-Unknown
SIBLINGS: Lukien Valtieri-Adopted Brother-18
OTHER PEOPLE: None
HISTORY:
Born in a small European town, Leon was the last male child of the once legendary Belmont clan, famous for hunting and slaying vampires all across Europe. His mother died in childbirth, leaving him with a father that wasn’t the kindest of men, drilling into him the need for the destruction of every vampire that Leon would ever encounter, even if it meant his own life was sacrificed in the process. His father would beat him tirelessly each day as he instilled lessons into him from the day he was able to hold a weapon in his hand. He bears the scars of these lessons on his body, and though they've somewhat faded, they've never truly gone away, and he doubts that they ever will. None of the elders came to his aid, believing that his brutal father would teach him to be strong, but they always made sure that he stopped short of killing him, as he was the last of their line.

He was raised this way for ten years, until he was thirteen, when he was finally given a whip to start using, having mastered the sword and tactics what seemed years ago to him. From here, he was taught by his father even more secludedly, as his father had been the last inheritor of the whip Vampire Killer, though it had been in the elders keeping for some time, since his mother had died at least. His father became even more brutal towards him, teaching him to master the whip, as well as to become cunning and stealthy. Shaping the battlefield to his own advantage, and if he failed once to evade and defeat his father, he was beaten until near death, where he'd have to care for himself, thus learning field medicine this way. This continued for two years, until Leon was fifteen, and decided that he'd had enough, and was leaving to begin his career.

He told his father of his plans, and his father flew into a greater rage than he had ever before, driving Leon relentlessly into a fight, both wielding swords, though his father used a whip. To this day, he regrets the actions that had taken place that night. His father fought him tirelessly, aiming to finally kill his impertinent son, and their clan be damned, unleashing the rge he felt for him having taken away his wife. However, for Leon, this was as much a fight of life and death. He had meant to finally show his father that he wasn't weak and worthless, that he'd been wrong all along. He put to use everything that he'd learned, leading his father into the forest around their village, leading him to their practice clearing for one final showdown.

The two fought long into the night, neither giving in, refusing to let the other win. His father was by far the more experienced, and it took every ounce of skill and cunning Leon had to stay even with him, and avoid his father’s whip. Towards dawn, both realized that their duel was almost over, and both went for the final blow. His father struck first, the whip tearing across Leon’s face, leaving him blinded by blood, and leaving the permanent scar, and Leon’s sword parried his fathers out wide, driving back in and for his heart before he realized what he was doing. His father died in his arms, and was left in the forest, blood and tears of pain, physical and emotional, clouding Leon's eyes. He returned to their village, where the elders greeted him, knowing what had transpired. He was given their heirloom, Vampire Killer, and told he was free to go, and no animosity was held towards him for slaying his father. They knew one day that it would come to that, though they'd always hoped differently.

Leon left that day, and remained in isolation for two years alone, practicing with the whip of his ancestors, mastering it, turning it into an extension of his own body and will, before returning to society. He made his way to America, where he currently resides, fighting the vampires that harm humans for evil or malicious reasons, trying to desensitize himself to technology, but always remaining alone and silent. To this day he hasn’t grown close to anyone, as much as he'd like to, and has told no one of the things in his past, aiding those that ask in silence. Recently though, he's met a vampire named Vincent, an old friend of his clans under a new name. When they met, Leon filled him in on the things about the clan that he'd missed, and was given a weapon by him, the gunblade (Leave it alone fanatics out there), a new weapon for him to practice and grow stronger with, though he continues to carry his whip with him at all times. He only takes the gunblade out as insurance on a hunt against vampires, and only then when his whip wouldn't be enough.

After spending a couple years with the Valtieri family, learning more from Vincent than he could on his own, before his adopted brother was sent off to the Akashibai Academy for further education. Vincent decided something similar would be good for the young man who’d begun to expand his own horizons and views on the Yajuu, and spoke to the head master on his behalf, and they had agreed that he could attend the Academy. So, a little reluctantly and with a great deal of trepidation, he enrolled at Akashibai Academy and moved to the school grounds, where his first year is just starting, and it’s looking to be one hell of a year.
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WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] Wasn't sure what class to put. S for Cryomancy, or Gifted Human
RP SAMPLE:
Lightning flashed and thunder roared overhead as the skies opened, sending forth a torrent of rain to blanket the forest. Little Leon Belmont, a small child huddled alone in the darkness and mud as the water soaked into him, freezing him to his bones. Through strength of will he kept his teeth from chattering, gripping to his small sword tightly as he huddled between the roots of an ancient tree, trying vainly to dry out, knowing that he had to focus. His father, his tormentor for these many long years lurked in the darkness, waiting to finally slay the child that had taken his wife, to put an end to the constant reminder of his pain. Equally determined, Leon wanted to put an end to this beast that inhabited his father’s body, the creature that had tormented him for years, constantly bringing him to the brink of death, before letting him crawl off to cover his wounds in mud, and bind his bones with sticks and strips of his torn and ragged clothing.

He forced himself to breathe deep and regularly, ignoring the cold and letting his ears take in the sounds. The steady drumming of rain muffled most everything, but he caught the faint sounds of squelching, as though footsteps in mud, and knew his father was close. Nervously his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his sword, hardening his heart against what was coming. With a final breath, he dashed out with a primal scream, equal parts terror and rage to swing with every ounce of strength he had…at the empty air. His blade whistled as it tore through the empty space and sank deep into the muddy ground, and immediately he realized his error. His father knew better. Before the thought had finished, before he could release his blade and dive away, his back erupted in pain, and he cried out. His father had brought his whip hard across his back, tearing through his ragged shirt and flesh, sending young Leon reeling.

He dove forward and tucked his shoulder, rolling, to gather momentum to sprint ahead in the muddy ground, dropping into a sliding spin to face his father, not the least bit surprised as the whip tore across his face, opening another bloody gash. Half blinded by the blood and pain, he reacted instinctively to what he knew was coming. He swung his empty fist in the parry motions, and was surprised when he was rewarded with life, his one clear eye noting a blade of ice in his hands. Before he could do more, his father’s boot lashed out, cracking his ribs and hurtling his body backwards to roll through the mud. He rose quickly to his feet though, his gaze icy as he stared at his father, feeling power course through him. ”Never again.” he spat, clearing blood from his face. Still so young, he felt ancient beyond his years as he rose to stand proudly, the icy blade cold in his hand, frost drifting off it as he glared at his father, the tormentor of his life.

He roars in hatred as he raises his blade, charging forward as fast as he could, his unnatural speed closing the distance between them quickly. He’d always been too afraid to fight all out, but now…now he was furious. A cold rage gripped his heart, and it felt like ice in his veins and ice answered his roar. Impaling shards lanced forth from the rain, driving through his father’s legs as he screamed in pain and hatred, eyes burning with an unholy fire as he stared at his son. Leon kept his charge up as the blade in his hands sharpened, thinning out to be the perfect weapon for this task as he roared. He raised his blade as high as he could, driving all his strength and weight into it, burying it deep in his father’s chest, it’s icy grasp seizing his heart, freezing the water inside him and lancing out, a quick and painless death. Far more than he deserved after all the years of torment Leon had endured. The small child collapsed to the ground, sobbing in relief as he realized his father was dead, happy it was all over. Happy that he was finally free.
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