Nickname
L
Age
21
Gang Affiliation
Although Leo looks like...a skinny junkie he's actually the Bullets tactician.
Personality
Leo is one of the more silent people within the bullets. A lot of people have regarded Leo as weird or slightly odd, while some find him slightly unstable. Often enough you'll find him sitting on the floor instead of a chair, rocking back and forth, eyes wide open. The leader and the second-in-command both know that whenever he does this it means he's thinking. Sometimes he'll look at a sharp blade. Or just look at a random person. Leo thinks. A lot. If you ask him to speak his mind; get prepared for a mouthfull and then some more. Leo can always finds solstice in a book, if there is one around, and actually looks a normal person when reading.
A lot of people cant find the right words to describe him...but if they ever did it would be "A philosopher trapped in a corner". Besides his erratic nature, Leo still has his morals, however loose they are, he still wishes for the best for the bullets and regular people. If there is anything that L is passionate of it's debate/disagreements/arguments. Of course you might as well say he's smart...and stubborn as hell. Mentally and (somewhat) physically, it'll be impossible to break him mentally cause he's already (mostly) broke and physically because he has a high treshold of pain but a fairly weak body. Yes, Jacky isn't a very touchy-feely person, but he still can smile and speak honestly.
Background
Just another bastard. Leo was just another bastard. Though his father didn't leave; he died. He had end up growing up with his mother, one of the strongest people he had ever known, to care for a child and still provide food and water. When her mother had to make a choice between feeding Leo or herself; she fed Leo and nearly starved to death more times then she could count.
Lest it be known her mother had died when he was 13 by a Policia Sniper when she had tried to steal food from a denser population. He wasn't with her when it happened but he knew because she told them that if she didn't come back in a few hours she'll be "going to a better place" (which he understood at the time was an expression for: dead) and that he should what little of the food was left. It was no miracle how L survived: His mother had given him some training, like stealing and how to lie. A couple of painful years had passed, where he did had to succomb to cannibalism once, and had an addiction to morphine.
This was around the same time when the Bullets had taken him from the streets. At first he was obviously a handful, he couldn't fight, he shook from withdrawal symptoms, and couldn't talk to anyone. Each day passing was an improvement but the Bullets had a small conflict within: whether or not they should throw out Leo back onto the streets. Of course the dispute was shortlived when Leo had proven himself to be intelligent; arguing with other Bullets that their plans were flawed. Eventually he became an official Bullet but L didn't want to fight the former tactician for the position. Instead he waited for him to die and he did, last year.
Weapon
A butterfly knife
A flashbang grenade just in case.
And an antique trenchknife.
Outfit(s)
Most of the time he wears a dirty white shirt, black jeans and a pair of running shoes.
In something important he'll wear a black suit.
Playlist
Power by Kanye West
Toy Soldiers by Eminem
Take a Look At My Life by Fat Joe
The Message by Gramdmaster Flash
Nuthin' But a G Thang by Dr. Dre
[url=LINK TO SONG]Will Find a song >.<[/url]
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Anything Else to Add?
Leo likes to cook.
He also loves sweets but cake in particular.
His tatoo? Right on his tongue. Don't ask.
Call him paranoid if you want; but the Sirens just creep him out. L doesn't like...how happy and energetic they are ALL the time. (The Poisons, & Keys he can understand...) And the Pink! If there's just too much pink for one human being to wear, it's on a Siren. (Seriously, sometimes it justs blinds the poor guy) The fact that he has a slight fear/crush/intimidated by/for the woman in the group and that their whips hurt like a handful of hell doesn't help either.