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about Leo
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Registration Date: 04-18-2013
Last Visit: 05-11-2013 06:33 PM Total Posts 4 Played By: Swen 
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| León Adan de Chévere's Info | |
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appearance
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5 ft at the shoulder
Desert kissed strands of hefty, elongated fur wraps taunt around the predatory stature that is Leon. The purity of this oddity in colour is borderline non-existent as various hues of chaste ivory and Godless brown taint the solidity of his pelt to reflect a beast of towering pride and uncanny grace; what a shame that he, too, could not inherit those traits. Tracing along the backside of his hind-quarters lies a disturbance in the desaturated tan that covers the majority of Leon’s body that tucks beneath him, coating also the stomach until the end of the ribs - the same colour creates a haunting guise upon his face and paints down the middle of his legs to the tips of his rather slender paws. The outlandish appearance of this man is enhanced by the chocolate brown that decorates his pelt in a rather strange fashion; extending from the chin down to his chest, a dark brown stripe resides. The stripe continues down his legs and along the side of his stomach coming to an end to coat the entirety of his moderately sized tail that plumes with longer hair than can be found on the rest of his body though it is through moderation. This same colour coats his muzzle and creates a dorsal stripe down his back to meet again at the tail where it expands along the width of his hips and also covers the back of his ears.220 lbs Teal eyes Diluted tan, white & dark brown fur Though most males of his species seem rather charming and muscular, the only bulk within Leon would reside in his legs and shoulders while the rest of him remains rather average sized. While some might consider him handsome at first glance, he’s far from your idea of a perfect suitor. | |
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personality
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Calculating. Intelligent. Ruthless. Controlling. Strong-willed. Uncontrollable temper. Sadistic streaks. No moral standing between right and wrong. Reckless. Vicious.
He lie, bleeding on the ground as his pleas for mercy poured upon deaf ears, the flickers of life faded to and fro behind frightened eyes that stared on into enveloping oblivion. I could see the monster within the reflection, the beast that haunted this mans last waking moments and all I could do was grin at the demise and the terror hidden behind those traitorous eyes. With almost a predatory grace I approached him, paws sinking subtly in the blood soaked earth he’d lay in for hours and with each step my posture changed to reflect the beast that had transformed before his eyes. Hackles rose to meet the starry heaven’s, tail rose in an absolute display of unadulterated command. I was the lord of this land - I was the God of these people and I would not be defied nor betrayed. No. He would pay for his sin and he would pay in blood and mortality. Again a plea of mercy and I merely stepped upon his gore-clad throat to cease the pitiful mumbling. Harder and harder I pushed, wider and wider I grinned as the boy squirmed beneath the grinding touch. Was it painful? Did it truly hurt? Magic stirred within the air, the particles of the man’s nape vibrated faster and faster until his blood splattered in a gruesome spray of macabre justice. The pieces of his neck lie in various corners but most coated my leg and chest. What remained of the head was displayed upon the walls as a warning to all. Establish dominance. They will obey. | |
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history
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Alvaro de Chévere - Father
It would seem that superstition woven from God-fearing women holds a certain…mistruth behind it. One begins to wonder where these society stigma’s reigned in origin and what solid proof they have behind the claims - do men really turn into frogs if they speak ill against their mother? I had not become like my late father as these wives-tales had told for centuries; I had not transformed into a whore-hungry, perverse man as he had been in life but there was one thing I’d inherited from the man by blood alone. Since the dawn of his death the Ironkeep had a new bastard king and I embrace the title like a starving man feasting upon a fresh kill - ravenous with a dash of greed.Adriana Toño - Mother Jacques de Chévere - Brother Paloma de Chévere - Sister Deep within the grasp of the Shadowfay Isles lies a fearsome band of hnour bound warriors and bold thieves alike that would sooner slit your throat than offer you a word of hospitality. It is here that the Ironkeep stands strong and the men within her borders are taught from their first days of infancy that iron is stronger than blood; cowardice will lead you to the gates of misery. Men and women alike were known to be prideful of their home and would kill anyone that spoke ill of the beloved king but like all men he, too, had his vices. Some within the Keep considered it a weakness to be so enthralled by the wit and wiles of a woman that you would risk both life and name in order to appease her but young Alvaro oft went against the wishes of his king, of his father, in order to thrill his own appetites in the den’s of willing whores. He’d been told from the start of his escapades that each whore caught would be killed before his eyes and it was then that he’d crafted his wit in order to feed the growing hunger and it was also then that he’d met with the lovely Adriana perhaps by chance or fate - whatever reason, the youthful beauty would change his life in ways unfathomable. She was a simple girl within the lower rankings of the Keep and belonged to a rather unknown name within their society but it was her beauty alone that drove Alvaro to make the first approach. As days passed they’d grown closer to one another and their relationship began to blossom to a point where Alvaro grew reckless in their meeting, tossing away the usual caution in fear of his father to appease the lovely Adriana - soon enough she became the only woman he’d bother to spend his time with when away from the duties of a prince of the Ironkeep. Soon enough word reached the king and instead of carrying out his word, he’d set up an arranged marriage for Alvaro. She was an older woman belonging to a well-known family outside of the keep and so long as Alvaro was faithful to this new woman whom was meant to become his wife, the alliance between the two lands would stand. But this was not the only course of action the king set into motion in order to keep his son from ruining the future of the Keep; Adriana was traded in the stead of this new woman, Sarita, where she could not distract the prince from his new bride. Not long after the wedding the king had passed from an illness that had placed Alvaro and Sarita on the throne. During his time with Sarita, Alvaro began to grow cold and distant which could be reflected in his people as they became less welcoming to outsiders and began fighting within their own ranks. Many blamed the new queen for this, said she was manipulating the aging Alvaro to her whim but little did they know she’d been forced to stay through fear. Degraded, humiliated, forced to be a reminder she was not nearly as fair or charming as Adriana, Sarita oft thought of leaving her husband and obliterating the alliance between their families but fear and love held her firm within his den and ungrateful grasp. Despite her efforts to become more like the woman of his youth, Alvaro only grew more bitter and violent towards her that intensified when she failed to produce him an heir each birthing season. Time was passing, the days were becoming longer and soon enough his mortality would come to an end. If she would not give him a son to take the crown when the reaper came for his last breath…he would go to the one who could. Risking everything his father had worked for, Alvaro met with Adriana, taking her back to the Keep under the false claim that her mother had grown ill and wished to see her daughter before passing. He began to remember what it was to love, to know joy each moment he was around her. Though he barely acknowledged Sarita’s existence they still went on in public as if they were happy together just for the sake of keeping appearance. His nights were spent with Adriana and soon enough she gave him what Sarita never could - love and a family. Despite breaking the rule of the alliance Sarita still remained at Alvaro’s side ever faithful and hopeful that he too could come to love her like he did the witch of his past. She’d been bitter about the news of Alvaro’s betrayal, even more-so when she learned she was to raise these bastard whelps as her own when Adriana was forced to return to Sarita’s home-land despite Alvaro’s pleas for her to remain within the Keep. It was through Adriana’s love for him that she returned to keep the alliance - for the sake of peace within the Keep. It was the morning after the birth of Adriana’s litter that she’d passed away due to a complication with the birth and the Iron wolves returned to their old ways as their king, though happy for his healthy children, began to grow cold once more as Sarita reminded him of the happiness he’d been robbed of; of the life he could have shared with Adriana before her passing. The eldest of the trio was a beautiful female that looked more like her father than any of the children - Paloma. The other two were twin boys that looked more like Adriana but kept their father’s eyes. During their youth they’d never been told of their true heritage and were under the impression that both Alvaro and Sarita had been their birth parents. It wasn’t until they grew older and the Keep began to question their appearances that Sarita had snapped and told them the truth much to Alvaro’s displeasure. Eventually he’d killed his wife, making it appear like a natural cause to bring about some type of twisted justice in his eyes and only one other had known the truth for Sarita’s passing. The middle-child, the coldest of the trio - Leon. It was on the children’s third birthday that the funeral for Sarita was had and soon enough another would follow her to the grave. Believing it to be a crime against the crown, or perhaps for some sick pleasure, León confronted his father, the confrontation leading to a fight that ended with Alvaro losing his life and León taking his seat upon the throne. It was through his early days of kingship that Leon grew paranoid of his siblings, thinking they’d want the throne for themselves and would come to challenge him for it. He’d already taken the life of their father, why not add two more under his belt? Though the attempt on his twin brothers life had been unsuccessful, the one on his sisters proved to be more fruitful as the assassin brought him her head which Leon placed beside their fathers and proclaimed his wish to see all traitors to the crown met with the same fate. Eventually this lead to his brother leaving the Keep in fear of his life though for all León knows, the boy is long dead. And so the reign of the bastard king began a solemn year ago and still the Iron wolves hold blind faith in their twisted, corrupt monarch. How did I learn to hate, to kill, to flay the flesh from the bones of my prey without pity? You taught me. | |
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