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Leandros
Topic Started: Apr 22 2008, 04:39 PM (225 Views)
Leandros

General Information
Full Name: Leandros
Gender: Male
Age: 24, birthday august.
Race: Demi-god
Location:Small village to the north of Sparta.
Trade/Occupation: Nothing permanent, usually one-off jobs/tasks


Appearance
General Appearance:
Leandros has always been extremely rugged, only rare days is there an exception. He has long dark hair, and brown eyes, his face generally stubbly and mildly scarred on his right cheek. He is a little over six foot, and medium build, the muscles are more pronounced in his upper body than his lower, due to the kind of work he has done throughout his life, and his choice of weapons. For his clothing, he favours worn leather and beaten cloth, as nothing stays new for long in the wild. His clothes are worn for durability not style or finesse. He most often wanders in tattered grey cloak, the hood up and covering his face.

Weapons:
The only weapon dear to him is his bow, it is almost as tall as he and a fine wood. He made it himself under the guidance of another, far more experienced bow maker. Though he does carry a long sword and a few small throwing knives. The knives usually reserved for hunting.

Items/Personal Belongings/Ownings:
The bow as already mentioned, is probably his most prized possession, along with the small house he build with the father of his wife in their little village.

Personality
General Personality:
He has a somewhat detached personality, his mind often wandering, his thoughts not in the moment. He is neither a shining example of a good person, nor is he heartless, as some would describe his father. Often he would be virtuous just in spite of his father. The most important thing about him is that everything he thinks, says, and does, is full of passion, if he has inherited anything from his father, it is his passion for what he does. He dislikes anything that makes him feel trapped, physically or mentally. He loves to hunt, and to release his anger once in a while. He adores a dangerous quest and proving himself worthy of being a Demi-god, and would delight in besting his father at anything.

Fighting

Favourite Weapon:
His bow and arrow, from the long periods of his life spent hunting in the woods and striking unseen when many amazons past too close to his hiding.

Weapon Skills:
He is proficient with a sword and small throwing knives. The knives again from hunting long hours in the forests of Greece, and the sword from the battles he'd encountered, usually due to he knack of finding himself trouble.

Strengths in Fighting:
His hunting skills give him good dexterity, and he has earnt a great strength from both surviving the ordeal of his life so far, and through inheritance from his father, a god.

Weaknesses in Fighting:
His fighting is not even close to elegant or rehearsed, he fights through passion and a hunger for victory, sometimes this is indeed an advantage, but the clever fighter could easily take advantage of this trait and use it against Leandros.

Special Abilities:
Notably a trait caused by his father Ares the god of war, mentioned often and explained in his background, is the fact that when angered to a point, he seems as if possessed by the essence of war and passion, finds himself lashing out without restraint.

Background
Once a year, from a dense and great forest, mighty warrior women issue forth to villages nearby. The Amazons. There to find men, and conceive the next generation of fighters for their cause. It was one such night, when the sound of the whispering wind was muffled by the sound of the approaching warriors' footsteps that Theron's story begins.

That night, as he had done at times before, Ares, the great god of savage war appeared to a man in his house and slew him without mercy. There he waited until the door to the house flew open and in strode a woman of great stature. That night, Ares impregnated her with a son, Leandros. Of course, when he was born and his gender was revealed, a decision had to be made as to what was to become of him. A minority of the amazons knew of what had happened to the one among them who was his mother; the fact that it had been unmistakeably a god, Ares. It was these amazons that argued he would be a valuable slave, if they were able to control him, given that he should have inherited Olympian traits from his father.

Then he was treated as the other amazon male-slaves, beaten at the slightest show of spirit or individuality, breaking bones to crush any chance of escape. The amazons did find what they wanted, he did indeed show a greater strength, speed and stamina. However, he did exhibit traits they did not want either, he recovered from injuries faster than normal, but most disturbingly, something he must have inherited directly from Ares unsettled the amazons the most. Whenever they angered him so much that they sent him into a rage, it seemed as if he lost control of himself completely, lusting after only the suffering of others, as if possessed by Ares himself, ignoring any pain he was in and lashing out with adrenaline-enhanced Olympian strength on both other slaves and the amazons themselves.

It was when he reached his late childhood, at the start of his teen years that his strength and temper were becoming more of a hassle and strain upon those amazons that controlled him. So in the dark of night after a long day of working his fingers to the bone, they waited until they believed he was asleep in order to avoid his temper. Then, snuck into the slaves' sleeping area and attempted to murder him.

Yet, for a while each night he had been awake, discretely watching the amazon guard patrols, and had already noticed an unusual shift, and their approach to his location. He chose this as his time to make an escape. He waited for the first lone amazon to approach as she did not know him awake, and he therefore would have the element of surprise. He had overpowered her by leaping up and charging through her and away from the camp unexpectedly. He could hear shouts as they alerted others and followed him. Yet, it was no use, he had quickly learned they were less wary of him when they thought he was weary or injured, he'd long been faking recovering from a broken leg, and now ran faster than he'd ever before.

That night, he escaped bondage and became free.

For nigh on a two years he survived in a separate area of the forest, hunting animals for food, a skill he found himself proficient in. Combat was in his blood, not planned or organised combat, but combat through passion. There burnt a great passion in his heart.

Eventually he ventured from the forest, to one of the nearby villages, where he learnt about civilisation outside of the amazons. It was here that he learnt how to read and to write, and that trade and currency had become a way of life. When the first person asked his name, he called himself 'Leandros' meaning lion-man, remembering his passion for hunting, and his childhood. Yet, when learning from anyone he could, he tried not to reveal his past, something he felt it wise to keep to himself for now. He had no idea how he would be treated, should he reveal where he came from, or what would happen if he spoke of what he'd heard from his slavers, the amazons. Often he had eavesdropped on their conversations about him, his father, some 'Ares', but what interested him most were the words he heard used in the same sentences as his father; Olympian, god, power, wrath, war.

He decided he would try and find out more, inquire about the gods, he had a feeling that his strength, his speed, his stamina, the strange outbreaks of rage, could all be explained by learning about his father. It turned out that he did not have to wait long for his answers. For one day when an old writer was wandering the streets of his hometown, a small town near Sparta, he heard a disturbance in the square, outside the small shrine to Aphrodite. He walked a little faster and laid eyes upon two of the men unconscious upon the ground, one cloaked and scruffy, the other a town guard. Still standing was a dark-haired man, dressed in worn leather and cloak and the other was another town guard.

The dark-haired men stared with what looked like a fire in his eyes, baring his teeth before leaping onto the town guard with a flurry of punches and kicks, swiftly knocking him unconscious with brutal strength. He closed his eyes, reopened them and swayed as if waking from a trance, malice no longer present in his expression. The writer stood horrified, but unafraid, he'd seen much in his lifetime. Yet he sensed something about this young man, and found himself approaching him, taking him back to his small home and calming him, telling him other guards will be looking for him.

He eventually learned that this was Leandros, and that he had witnessed a bandit stealing from a helpless old woman, had attacked the man, but was mistaken for an attacker without reason, the guards had tried to apprehend him, but he did not wish to be without his freedom again.

Leandros found himself trusting this old man and told him of his childhood, his link to Ares.

He was never found by the guards, and lived a quiet life for a couple more years with the writer, reading his writing and learning about the world, and also taking more and more control over the rages he still experienced once in a while. The old man become more of a father than Ares ever would be. Until there came a time when Leandros knew he had to do something with his life, to hunt for some kind of purpose and he knew that part of that purpose would be to take revenge upon the amazons, and to come face to face with his true father, and punish him for leaving him with his slavers.

After a long and unexpectedly emotional goodbye to the man who had taken him in, he left to return to seek revenge upon the amazons, but did not make it that far. On the way, when staying for a few days as rest in an inn of a small village, he participated in a physical contest that had a reward of money, so he did not have to steal money all of the time, but also partly because he had a small desire to show off and to test himself. Two people of importance noticed him the day he won that money. The first was a man in need of help, and the second was a lady that would come to play a vital role in his life.

The lady caught his eye as he accepted the money, and smiled gently, mouthing her congratulations over the noise of the crowd before leaving. The man approached Leandros and greeted him, having seen the display of his physical strength at the contest he had a task for the demi-god. His home had recently been invaded and money he had been storing had been stolen, and he knew the thief as one from a band of bandits that plagued the village from time to time. Leandros took it as another chance to show off, and an excuse for a hunt, and so accepted the challenge.

Within a couple of days, the bandits would never be bothering anyone again. He returned the money to the man who had had given him this chance and found to his surprise the young lady that had smiled at him at the contest. She was introduced as the man's daughter, and from that day he continued to see her, staying at the inn in the village, forgetting his taste for vengeance on the amazons. A long year passed by and it had seemed she had tamed the war-like side of him, he had not felt rage at all as he had before, and he admired her helping him achieve that, since he thought being a son of both an amazon and a god of war would root such tendencies within him forever. When a second year passed in the same way he felt the pull of love and gave in to asking for her hand in marriage. She accepted and they moved into a small home that he had been constructing with her father upon a hill on the outskirts of his village.

There they stayed for a further year, he had taken it upon himself to do manual work for money in the village and helped with his father-in-law's woodcarving business. Now that he had known his wife for three years he finally trusted her enough to reveal more about his past, only having told her so far about the old writer he had spent years being taught by. But there were others listening, and this is where his story begins...

Roleplay example
"And the winner is... Leandros!" He'd never been cheered for before. It felt strange... strange, but good. He grinned at the audience and took a bow, but as he lifted his head, his eyes caught that of a beautiful woman, probably a year or so younger than he. He could not help but to look into her eyes, innocent, clear blue eyes. Flowing waves of golden hair framed her unusually pale face, she smiled, and he felt all of his strength leave him. It was all he could do to simply remain standing. He wondered if she was here to watch her husband, or whether it was simply a father, or brother. He found himself hoping for one of the latter.

He regained his strength and walked toward her, words racing through his mind, desperately trying to find the best ones to say. However, before he could reach her, a man stepped between them, a spring in his step and a kindly smile, he bowed his head politely and introduced himself. He complimented Leandros on his success in the contest, which led him nicely to his point,

"Would you be interested in helping an old man with a bandit problem? They've gotten too bold, I could pay you?" His voice was hopeful. Leandros knew this would be the kind of work he could get used to, and wanted to ask for payment, but this man reminded him too much of another old man, one he wished he called 'father' before leaving. He told him he would accept the task, but that he could not accept payment, and in that instant reminded himself of another son of a god he'd been told about, Hercules. He didn't mind sharing the odd similarity with the 'do-gooder' but felt it was wrong to be so selfless that your soul did not even belong to you, to make everyone in greece happy and leave no happiness for yourself. Maybe that was just the Ares in him.

For a moment they discussed the details of where the bandits could be found and what money he was looking for, and then he nodded and set about to punish the bandits.


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Gender: Male
Country: England
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