Leon "Linx" Belmont

[Linx]

Linx


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You may know me as James from this very site, but soon you're gonna know me for my charries. Linx, Vincent, Leon and Arioch are pretty damn awesome! In fact, they're the CATS pajamas! I've been doing this for about seven years, I think, out of the almost twenty I've been on the planet. If you need to get a hold of me, just drop me a line at my Pm inbox.

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→ FULL NAME Leon
→ NICKNAME Linx
→ AGE 28
→ GENDER Male
→ SPECIES Human-Necromancer
→ BLOOD TYPE O-
→ OCCUPATION Ex-Military looking for work.

→ PLAY BY Lee Chaolan, Tekken!
→ HAIR Short silver hair cut in a military style. Taken good care of despite the fact that he is a guy, his hair is soft, and seems to be in a casual disarray as of late. At its longest, it’s an inch and a half long from the roots, worn in a zero to five flat top fade.
→ EYES Silver. In most cases, his eyes are soft, holding a deep compassion and kindness, belying the constantly grim set of his face, when most people take him to be violent. His eyes hold a constant smile no matter the scenario however, and when he’s working, they are detached, revealing nothing he doesn’t want them to, irritated his poker buddies! Unlike one would expect, they are not a dull grey, but a bright and brilliant silver, seeming to reflect moon and starlight itself.
→ STATS Six foot, two inches. Six foot four when he’s in his boots.
→ BODY Tall and of medium build, it’s clear to any that sees him that he can handle his own. Weighing in at 180lbs of solid muscle, he seems much smaller than he should. His muscles run long, meaning thin and toned rather than bulky. However, they give him just as much power, and keeps him free for quick and agile movements. His skin is a light brown from many years in the sun, and gives him a constant light golden hue no matter the time of year.
→ FEATURES Other than his eyes and hair, absolutely nothing.
→ WARDROBE He has two outfits that people will see him in. First, he wears black cargo pants, tucked into black combat boots with a black t-shirt tucked into it, sometimes just a short sleeved under armour shirt to show off his well toned body, a leather jacket over top, and a black military style cap to top it off. He wears his dog tags tucked under the under armour beneath his shirt, and occasionally a single necklace over it of silver with a lion’s head on it.

His second outfit is more casual for a day to day approach if he feels like trying to not come off as intimidating. He wears black vans and dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a grey light weight jacket over that that’s styled after a leather riding jacket. In terms of weaponry, he carries a Colt Model 1911A1 handgun on a holster beneath his jacket, with two spare clips strapped to his belt. He carries an extendable baton on his waist, along with a mag lite, leather man, cell phone and small med kit. He carries a combat knife running down the strap of his weapon holster, hidden beneath his jacket.
→ OTHER FORM None

→ LIKES
• Reading
• Writing
• Riding his Motorcycle
• Working
• Shooting
• Watching Movies
→ DISLIKES
• Massive Egos
• Vegetables
• Being Blackout Drunk
• Drugs
• Hospitals (Mainly Needles)
• Being woken up for random BS
→ STRENGTHS
• Loyal
• Intelligent
• Linguistic
• Mechanically Inclined
• Detective and Security Work
• Fighting
→ WEAKNESSES
• Socially Inept
• Self Abusive in Relationships
• Procrastinates
• Will do most anything for a good meal
• Speaks What’s on his Mind
• Good Nature

→ SKILLS
• Quick Witted
• Excellent Fighter
→ FEARS
• Failing his loved ones
• Dying Alone
→ FULL PERSONALITY
When most people look at him, they see a cold, taciturn and perhaps violent individual. However, this is not the true persona of the ex-soldier. Despite his foreboding appearance, he’s actually a kind hearted person. He enjoys meeting new people, but usually doesn’t know what to say. He tries his best to help anyone who comes across his path and needs someone to help them, and is loyal to the point of dying for someone. Indeed he almost did once, remind him to share the story! He’s a warm hearted and loyal fellow, and a fighter to the last, willing to stand up for what he believes in, and give anyone a piece of his mind. He enjoys long periods alone in his small house, reading books or watching movies, and occasionally will venture out at night to socialize if he feels up to it, or rather more lonely than usual. He enjoys cooking meals for himself, but usual ends up living off of rations for the day to day work.

He enjoys being on the job, and misses the Military somewhat, having been a soldier for ten years, then forcibly retired for reasons he wasn’t privy to. He’s always professional in his dealings with others, and tries to be diplomatic as possible, though he’s usually not too good at the political game.

→ MOTHER Cassandra-Dead
→ FATHER Maric-Dead
→ SIBLINGS None
→ IMPORTANT PEOPLE
Vincent (AKA Zancent)-Alive, Whereabouts unknown

→ BIRTHPLACE Portland, Oregon
→ BIRTHDAY Twenty First of December, Nineteen Eighty Four
→ FULL HISTORY
Born in Portland, Oregon, Leon was raised by his mother and Grandfather. His father left at an early age, and he never heard from him again. For the first few years of his life, he displayed an extraordinary talent for problem solving. He was constantly thinking, rarely made any noise, and was never a problem to his mother. Still young, he took quickly to reading, and developed rapidly from a very young age. His school lives were normal, contrary to his mother’s hopes. He excelled in testing, but never truly applied himself to the course work. He maintained average grades, and did enough work to keep the teachers off his back, but never truly wanted to excel. While in Kindergarten, he met Vincent, who would remain his best friend for many years to come.

Vincent and Leon continued their school carreers together through high school, and always managed to find a trouble of some sort to get themselves into. Be it late night driving in the bad parts of town, or mouthing off to whoever was accepted to be the baddest of the bad. Growing up, the two became like brothers, and naturally fought every step of the way. Vincent was taught by his father, ex-military himself, and he passed on what he could to Leon. The two of them were inseparable for years, and constantly had each other’s backs. Vincent quickly became the most popular one in school, and always new most everyone, and everyone knew him. Leon was content in the back ground, standing out of the spotlight, preferring to remain unknown, and simply enjoy his friendship with Vincent. Between them, they knew everyone in school, and could do most anything. In their respective social circles, they were accepted as the best one to go to for advice and aid when it was needed.

About midway through high school, Leons grandfather, the man who raised him for seventeen years, passed away of cancer. He was devastated, and became far removed from everyone but Vincent as a result. Once graduated, at the age of eighteen, he bade good bye to Vincent and enlisted in the military, disappearing from his home, and becoming lost for ten years. His time in the military was well spent. Starting as a mere enlisted member, he quickly rose through the ranks and distinguished himself from his peers. He worked as a Security Forces member in the Air Force, and before he could become and Master Sergeant, he opted for the Officer Training School, at his superiors recommendation. He quickly rose to become a Lieutenant Colonel, and remained such until his forced retirement. He was deployed many times over the ten years he served, and served all over the world, and thus learned the languages as he went.

About halfway through his term of service, something strange happened to him one day that he hasn't been able to explain. He was deployed over seas for the war and had been in a fire fight, trapped in a building with no exit. His attackers forced their way to him, breaking through his attempts at a barrier. He retreated up a flight of stairs, firing the last of his ammo as he did. He was trapped at this point, but still determined to not give up until he was dead. as the last enemy combatant advanced towards him, something inside of him broke free. Little did he know that the door to the demon world had been unsealed, but power came rushing out of him, raising the body of the nearest of his conquered foes, which flung itself upon his enemy, devouring him as Linx watched in horror. He made it back to base quickly after the zombie had collapsed back into death, and he never mentioned the incident, sure that it had been a hallucination brought on by a combat high.

As a prominent soldier in his career field, he was offered many options for additional training. He took Ranger Training with the Army, Sniper and Counter Sniper training with the Marines. Excelled in Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape classes, and did many off base classes to improve his skill repertoire. He took martial arts classes for close engagements, spent much time at the firing range becoming a better marksman, and was pushed through into Dagger Training, the elite of the Air Force Special Ops units. At the time of his discharge, he was becoming a legend among the rank and file of the military, and an example to all the young enlisted coming through. Given many operations that were considered suicidal, he never failed in his duties, and always accomplished his mission. Now, he’s back in the civilian world, looking for work, and someplace to put his skills to use. As of yet, he remains ignorant to the world of supernatural creatures, and has no idea that soon enough, his skills will be pushed to the limits and beyond, as he has to cope with danger on every side.

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It was a blazing day. Brilliant blue sky, light breeze a perfect day really. Save for one little thing, everything was perfect in the quiet little suburb."Contact left!" Gunfire roared out in accompaniment to the cry, and the scream of a fatally wounded soldier rang out."Shit! Retreat! Fall back and go left! I'll hold them off! The voice belonged to a young man, silver haired and eyed. The other soldiers looked up at him from their positions in astonishment. Leon "Linx" Belmont, the squad leader to the group, roared at them to go again, punctuating his order with a burst from his rifle. His soldiers fell back slowly, hesitant to leave their leader behind, the one who had saved them time and again, but they did as ordered. As soon as they were clear, Linx fell back himself, retreating and firing at the same time as he led the men firing at him away from his troops. Cursing silently to himself, he retreated into a building, falling silent in the hopes that they'd go by.

He moves up a small stair case, his sidearm at the ready, sweeping the rooms clear. He waits for a moment, listening to the area around him before bolstering his pistol, slipping out his radio as he crouched at the top of the stairs."This is Linx, squad seven leader. Engaged hostile forces in the outer perimeter, separated from squad. Requesting immediate evac from the hotzone." he calls, waiting for a response. Just as he was about to try again, the for burst open, a hail of bullets docketing towards him. He catches a bullet in the lrg, talking back with a curse, unshouldering his rifle. He fires blindly, quickly running dry on ammo. He swears again, leaning back against the wall, before the pounding of feet on the stairs forced him to react. No time for though, no time for emotion. He throws his leg out, tripping the first soldier that came charging up, putting one in his head. He leans out, firing down the stairs, taking two more out."Dammit!" he roars as he catches a round in the leg, pulling back in pain. Well, he'd had a good run. He'd run away from home, from his friends and family. From his own past, only to end up here, so far from his birth place, isolated, surrounded, and out of ammo.

He sighs."Bollocks. Well, if I'm going out, I'm going out fighting." he growls in defiance, silver eyes alight with fire. He waits, steadying his breathing before hmthe sounds of soft footsteps reach him. He grins, slipping a flashbang from his belt, pulling the pin from it and rolling it down the stairs, waiting till it went off, before shoving off with his good leg, tackling the enemy on the stairs, hands quickly going around his throat, tightening to end his life. They collapse in a heap, Linxs grasp unrelenting, knowing it was the only thing keeping him alive. As his opponent ceases his struggles, he begins to relax, astounded he'd made it. That is, until the door burst open and two more rushed in."Oh come on! He rolls quickly, pulling the corpse atop himself to act as a shield, bullets pounding into it, hammering his vest, knocking the air from him. As the rounds end their cascade, a cold terror grips him. Fear for his soldiers, and the urge to live welling up in him stronger than ever before. In truth, he'd run away to die, but now, so far away, he wanted to live, desperately and truly. The corpse on top of him moves, and he rolls to his back, determined to go down fighting tooth and nail. However, he finds himself unable to move. The corpse had flung itself onto the soldier in the door, and was now devouring him. All he could do, was lay there, absolutely horrified, determined that he must be hallucinating.

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