Description

Personality

Leon is a very happy guy, and loves to make other smile too. he spends most of his time to himself, but seeing anybody who's emotionally stressed, will go to them, trying to make things better, or even try to see if he can make a smile slip out.

Equipment

carries dual katanas strapped to his back, combining them into one. multiple pouches inside of his overcoat, filled with herbs/spices/other random curios, which mainly includes gifts for kind strangers. also carries a small dagger in his left shoe, for slight protection if his katanas are gone.

History

kind of a dark background, parents were killed when he was just a kid, and has been living on his own since he was 7. made ends meet by performing on city streets with card tricks and small illusions. most recently found a job in a tea shop, instantly becoming an outstanding employee with his incredible tea brewing skills. Now he lives for the enjoyment of others, trying his best to make stressed people happy.

So begins...

Leon Mordon's Story

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#2023-07-13 23:47:07

A soft wind blew through , barely offering cool for the sweat in the dank of the dark woods.

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#2023-07-18 23:05:44, as written by Joseph_Bennett

Peter glances up. He takes a deep breath, savoring the fresh air, before it passes.
He glances around, barely taking in his surroundings as he does an unsteady circle, trying look at all around him.
He was just present in the moment, wasn't he? What was going on? Why didn't anything happen? What did just happen?
His mind races, trying to gather thoughts.
It's... It's like every time something happens, I wake up, but between then...
The thought is lost as he glances down to his hands, aware they are now shaking, and sees that he's holding his pistol in his gloved fingers. He hastily holsters the gun, unsteadily handling the straps on the holster as he does so. He's gasping for breath, and feels suddenly ill.
He falls to his knees, breathing shakily and quickly before falling onto his side and lying there.
I'm just... tired...
His vision dims as he slips into an unsteady sleep, the breeze gracing his face as it picks up again, allowing a ghost of a smile to cross his face before he blinks into the abyss.

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#2023-07-23 22:44:04, as written by lostamongtrees

Bloop-5 whirred and shifted quickly into the shadows of a higher limb, to continue observing those below. One of the beings, maybe people - Bloop didn't get a true inspection, held a blue vial.

A cool breeze swept through - the other fell to their knees. Something seemed amiss in these parts. Was it the air? Bloop didn't have feelings or thought upon initial programming, but if the little mechanical thing did it would think that it must be something in the air.

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