Post by Leon Strife on Nov 27, 2016 23:06:01 GMT -5
-Opening-
Password 1: [Gut's Jawline]
Password 2: [#Rekt]
Type: [Weapon Master]
Affiliation: [None]
Rank: [Mercenary 1]
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-Basic Information-
Name: [Leon Strife]
Nickname: [The Beast]
Real Age/Age of Appearance: [80/28]
Birthday (Month/Day): [10/23]
Blood Type: [B-]
RP Sample (Optional): [Insert Here]
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: [5'8"/170 lbs.]
Physical Description:
Representing the land of the free, from the City of Angels, comes Leon Strife. Born and raised in the ghettos of Los Angeles the man grew up in a life of hardships. The streets and city was the battlefield, and the enemy were numerous. Being ranked among the Bloods Leon made many enemies, and few that shared a mutual respect. Respect that is earned by both blood and effort. A heritage within the Hispanic community, this young Bount ran back and forth to find some form of identification. Within the Bloods he managed to label himself, yet without a purpose. At least a purpose not one that he'd favor. A broad body with tanned skin, this 5'8" Bount is shaven from head to toe.
Bronze eyes, and furry brows, Leon has known a time to keep himself. So, to some extent he does twease his eyebrows too. Beyond his brow and buzz cut scalp, there are no other signs of facial hair. Leon does keep himself clean shaven, despite his beard growing out time after time during the week. And even when the hair fuzz peaks it does not cover his rounded facial features, including the stern gaze, a fixated expression that reveals his level of focus. Altogether, it does refine those masculine features that only added further depth to that of his intent when rampaging against his foes.
Toned from point A to point B, exception for the buzz cut he continues to maintain along his scalp. Clean and trimmed with sharp edges, it is to say that the man has some manner of dedication to his role as a Blood's Soldier. Clean shaven, with full lips, and rounded nose, Leon has fought against the enemies of the Blood, including those that belong to Law Enforcement. Such a field in which him and his people are constantly surrounded, the man's physique is of that of a soldier. Shapely, his biceps and triceps are clearly seen, especially when analyzing his pecks and his abdomen. However, there is more emphasis on his deltoids and shoulder muscles to better enhance his overall strength, even to the point where his veins protrude through the skin.
The Bount's legs are of that of an upcoming athlete. The constant strain of running from gunfire, police, and those that wished to do him harm was relentless. His efforts shown across his frame, across his body, ever remaining vigilant to the cause of his so called "brothers," the Bount put their cause ahead of his own needs. A superb candidate for an individual to be known as a Shot Caller, as an individual who had already committed himself to the gang, Leon's body does have its marks. Healed scabs and gashes from gun shot wounds and lacerations, the Bount's most memorable markings are of those to his abdomen, and face. A large cross shaped scar is seen labeled across the side of his right abs that reaches down to the hip, signifying that the knife wound was driven inside before being pulled down.
Similar to the knife wound, several spots of dried burns are also seen riddling the center of the man's pecks. The age difference among the trio is clearly noted, such as being shades different from the others. Beyond those that have healed, the right section of his face have been lined with burns. More along the cheek bone up to the scalp, the hairline has not been removed nor forsaken and conceals much of the wound itself. But, much like his hair, a deep crimson shirt is what covers his torso. Almost as if he was still carrying around the Bloods on his back, his heavy tank top, which doubles as a sleeveless hoodie, is what the man formally wears on a day to day basis. At the same time it serves as a momentum as to his sins that are labeled across his body. The sins that he hoped that he could runaway from to the land of Japan.
Down below, Leon continued to wear his jeans. Worn out from their time of service along side him, they remain intact despite their age. Its natural shade of color from its material has all but faded away. Still sleek as ever before, the man does take care of himself despite the age that he has gone against. Rippled with creases but not torn, the slick material dons past the knees to the man's shins, only to end where the boots begin. Metal soles is the way to go. Prevents stabs from knives and can deliver a crushing blow when the toe's tip comes crashing into a soft spot. Not only that but the fact that they are more tethered to last longer. Provided that they are recommended to Law Enforcement when on duty.
But placing all that aside, the most memorable piece to the Bount is the tattoo that is marked across his back. An ink that was drawn in the shape of that of which the man was known to be during his time with the Bloods. A time in which the man drew blood for reasons that were his own, for the cause, and at the same time, what he didn't care for. A beast. That was the name that the Bloods referred to him as when he operated in their dealings. Only when provoked did the man become relentless in his pursuit in finishing his job, his mission. Perhaps it was due to his family's origins of being a Bount. Perhaps it isn't. Either way, the ink that was spread across his back marks him as an animal that is constantly leashed until the right moment.
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