Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! » Long term partner to play an older male wanted »

0
followers
follow

Leon Teobalt Hartman

Lower management level worker of the Tadai-Edenese Corporation, once a small time painter now trying desperately to tread in Prax's financial waters.

0 · 311 views · located in Deck 57

a character in “Man's Zenith”, as played by Krunch

Description

Name:Leon T. Hartman
SEX: Male
HGT: 5' 9"
WGT: 218 lbs.
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Dark brown
MODS: [N]
AUGS: [N]
AGE: 34
OCC: N/A

Brief History:
Leo is what his daughter called him, when he still painted.

Working for the Tadai-Edenese Corporation was a Godsend, and propelled Leo
out of a financially unstable rut. In his eight years of labor for TEC, he has
risen through the ranks only a handful of times, just last year making site
manager. Though his daughter Aliza has long since gone to live with family,
and though his wife left him near the girl's birth, he soldiers on to this day.

Twelve years ago, he was a bright-eyed student of the arts with his whole life
planned and waiting. A prestigious school, with state funding at his fingertips,
and not a care in the world beyond a passion for the easel.

But like many artists before him, the spring brought change, and such change
manifested itself in love. The product of this love was Aliza Jean-Hartman, a
product he would not come to regret. For once, he couldn't afford to define a
bowl of fruit for his professors, or cobble together essays on Baroque works.
And so he took work under TEC, doing hard manual labor with little robotic
assistance. As the years wore on, company policy began to shift and ripple
in slight ways.

First came encouragement to use exosuit equipment and company PDA
networks, then came down incentive for body modifications. Now, augments
among the minimum wage earners are par the course, and even his
managerial position has not evaded the hangman's noose. He can feel it
tightening as times change, people change, society changes.

Leon still maintains his position, but on blue moons he might drink to
forget.

And he does this with none other than Liam Allemand, a dear
drinking partner and recent friend. The two found common ground in
bad times brought on by the shifting and uncaring world, so every Friday
night they meet at a little hole in the wall simply calling itself Duc.

Personality:
Lately the man has been tired, irritable, and generally disgruntled. A shave
gives way to stubble, and stubble begets a nearly unkempt mass of beard.
This kind of behaviour brings concern or even alarm to his distant family,
friends and colleagues. They know Leo as a chipper, energetic man doing
what needs to be done in a decently comfortable position. When he talks,
he speaks ill about company policy. He condescends the way Prax handles
itself, and bitterly curses his lot in life.

So begins...

Leon Teobalt Hartman's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Leon Teobalt Hartman
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Krunch
The call had come in weeks in advance, but it didn't make any sense. Didn't need to, ultimately. Public relations wanted him there, and he would be there, even if he wasn't the perfect shoe-in for the regular guy. An invitation had come, though it had all been handled by the PR branch probably, so all he had gotten was a brief email with expectations and the dress code. Also a small bonus for attending, which was the only real beef in this meal for Hartman.

His suit was creaseless, the first time it might have ever been in his entire life. But it still didn't fit well around the waist. Leon took a moment to reflect on this while entering the cab on 44th and 3rd, next to Kingsman Donuts and that big superstore he still hadn't gone into. The driver, a middling Native American with all his ebon hair tied back neatly flashed him a sombre look by mirror but did not speak.

"You know where that place is, the one with the gala on PBC?"

"I do not watch television."

Leon blew out a breath before describing it further, resisting a strong urge to rub the bridge of his nose.

"The Sunrise Resort. You know where that is, right?"

"I know how to work a positioning system, even if I do not watch TV," the cab driver replied dryly, inputting search terms on his handheld device before placing it on a dash pedestal.

Leon shot the man an unamused look while buckling in. Soon as his belt reported a click, the cab lurched into motion, taking the two men away to some terrible place full of bland people. He was sure of it.