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Leander Michaels

A quicksilver mind and a razor tongue, drowned in the bottom of a bottle.

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a character in “Life Anew In Eronnis: Chapter 2”, originally authored by Kurokiku, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Leander Michaels

Age: 24

Race: Human (originally from Earth)

Appearance: Leander, despite being named for a very male mythological figure, is in fact a girl, as the delicate arrangement of her facial structure would suggest. A pale countenance is dusted with freckles, especially over the bridge of her pointed nose and prominent cheekbones. Thin (though largely untended) eyebrows arch over grey-green eyes with an uncanny sharpness to them. This is most often countermanded by the neutral set of her mouth, and she frequently appears extremely bored. Her head is crowned by a dark brown mane of impressive thickness, which falls in careless waves to the small of her back or so. These days, it’s mostly pulled into a high tail for convenience.

Her posture is best described as atrocious, and she slouches more than sits anywhere. It's marginally better when walking, but only marginally. In fact, her tread has the slight feeling of a saunter to it, as though the rest of the world were somehow irrelevant or at the very least uninteresting. Easily 5'9", she looks more like 5'6" because of this. What was once a very slender figure has swiftly regained the muscle it had at the peak of her fitness a few years ago, and she has the trim, solid build of an athlete.

She came to Eronnnis in a black leather bomber jacket over a t-shirt with some obscure band's name on it, a pair of form-hugging dark wash jeans with tears she put there herself, and secondhand combat boots, bought, no doubt, from a consignment store. Her trademark piece, a bright red scarf, is the only thing of this ensemble that has remained in the month since. These days, she blends almost seamlessly with those native to the place she simply stumbled upon. Once known to have a cigarette dangling from her mouth, though rarely a lit one, strangely enough, these are now either hand-rolled affairs or replaced with a pipe filled with something vaguely resembling tobacco. It's clear to anyone that bothers to study her that she's a very pretty girl, but makes no effort to take advantage of that. No makeup, no hair products, no fancy threads.

She has a tattoo of a dragon on her left shoulder, stretching around to encompass the majority of her back, though rarely wears little enough for it to be seen.

Personality: Leander is a study in wasted potential, if one believes in such things. Much like her appearance would suggest, she has a rather devil-may-care attitude, and her predominant character trait is extreme laziness. She's never been seen to make much of an effort at anything, and that's quite honestly because she doesn't want to. She wasn't always this way, and many people have asked her what caused her to change from a driven, bright teenager with the whole world in front of her to the bored, apathetic waste she has become. Her reply is usually in the form of a smart comment, or, if that doesn't work, a fist to the stomach (assuming she wants to muster the effort, anyway).

She's a hard-drinking, foul-mouthed bird, and if that's all anyone sees of her, she's perfectly content. Beneath all that though, there are still remnants of the person that was before. The contrast of her observant eye with her neutral expression hints at a considerable intelligence, and the sharpness of her tongue belies her dry wit. She'd never be caught dead being nice to anyone, but for some reason all the homeless in her area of Sydney know her name, and greet her with friendliness.

Of course, her bartenders know her name too, but that's about it. Leander stays out of people's way, and they stay out of hers.

Since coming to Eronnis, she has demonstrated remarkably little capacity for fear, to the point that she’s irritated several important people with her blatant lack of blind obedience or even reasonable deference to them. She and Kronis have butted heads notably on the one occasion they were forced to endure each other’s presence for any length of time, though she displays marginally more regard for Kali. In truth, she hates neither, but she will not bow and scrape to authority alone. If either were to demonstrate a quality worthy of her respect, they would have it. The same applies for anyone- she’s quite straightforward in this sense.

For someone with perhaps excessive outward confidence, her innards are surprisingly tentative. She doesn’t do connections well, preferring as a rule to keep people at arms’ length. It just makes sense- the only ones who ever made it into her real confidence have also unfailingly rejected her in the end. First it was her parents, and then her friends. She’s consequently embittered, untrusting, and in the end, vulnerable, though she hides it with skill a spy would envy.

Skill: Leander has been trained from a very young age in Shaolin martial arts styles, a passing fancy of her “worldly” parents that became her crutch in those times when she hated basically everything else. The past month, learning how to live a life comprised of battle, intelligence-gathering, and hardship, has turned this skill to a newer, more deadly purpose. She has also grown surprisingly competent at espionage, having always been rather observant, and is displaying the beginnings of magic, though at this point the outbursts are random and more harm than good.

Affiliation: She’s ostensibly neutral, and certainly looks upon the idea of taking a side with distaste, but in practicality she’s been surrounded only by Union loyalists since her arrival in Eronnis.

Goal/Mission: Get plastered to the wall and forget all about this shit? Leander’s never been a particularly motivated individual, and right now she’s just keeping herself employed and occupied until she finds something better to do. She’s ambivalent about the prospect of ever returning home.

Equipment: Usually in locally-made combat leathers, fitted rather tightly to her person for the sake of mobility. Her only weapons are a pair of gauntlets, metal-plated and sharp in the knuckles and at the fingertips, hooked much like cat-claws. Other than that, she’s usually carrying some currency, and the item that brought her here in the first place, as well as a utility knife and matches, but that’s it.

Brief history: Leander was born in London to a well-to-do couple who'd wanted a son. Instead, they got the fourth of four daughters. Her sisters were everything expected of modern society women, and for many years, Leander tried to emulate them. Her grades were impeccable, as were her manners. She volunteered with various organizations, was captain of her school's academic decathlon team and attended lessons in martial arts and piano- the model child.

It was never enough, and the combination of her parents' pressure and the ones she placed on herself drove her over an edge she could not regain. Leander chose to quit it all, to stop caring- because not trying was the only way she would not fail. She fell in with the wrong crowd, and despite her impressive intellect, she barely graduated high school. The second she turned eighteen, she left her parents' home, moved to Australia, and got a job working at a bookstore. Nowadays, she works five days a week for crap pay, lives in a rundown apartment, and spends most of her free time getting wasted in bars.

Since coming to Eronnis, she’s thought about going home infrequently, as the circumstances in which she finds herself are just about the right combination of inexorable and interesting to keep her from trying too hard to search for a way to reverse her arrival here. She generally hires out for whatever work people need of her, and has developed contacts within a well-established mercenary group, The Phoenix, led by an enigmatic man of the same name.

Item found: On her way from work to the bar one day, Leander stumbled across a mirror, nothing more than a smooth oval about the size of her hand, edged in what seems to be a silvery metal.

So begins...

Leander Michaels's Story