Leon Belmont

[Vincent]

Leon Belmont
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

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Alias:
Name: Leon Belmont
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: 18
Species: Human
Job: Immortal Hunter-exclusively vampires as of yet.
Religious Affiliation: None

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Fighting
2. Field Medicine
3. Stealth

Summary:
Born into a clan bent on the destruction of vampires, from an early age, Leon was tought to fight. Because his mother died in childbirth, and he was the only male child left in their line, he was pushed forcefully from the day he could walk to become strong. The elders of his village educated him starting as soon as he could talk, and when he could hold a sword, his father had been teaching him to fight. His father was a brutal man that hated his son for taking his wife from him, but realized that he was needed to continue their line. Though he couldn't kill his son, he could beat nd practically torture him brutally. His father has left many scars on his body, the most noticeable being the one across his face, though Leon learned every lessons expertly. He quickly grew to become one of the greatest fighters his clan had produced since their patriarch founded it.

As another neccessity, he's become an expert field medic. He's had to learn on his own how to tend every wound one might recieve on the battle field, having had to learn to treat his own wound. His father would leave him near death after every lesson, and he quickly learned to manage himself. All of his exoerience has come to him first hand, and learned far better than anything some stupid book could teach him. It was either that or die, and he was determined to live, if only to spite his father, and try to prove to him his worth. He's always got a field supply kit handy, even if it's not neccessarily all nice and bundled together, but scattered in pouches on his person, with medications handy, though he rarely uses them, untrusting mostly.

And for hs third specialty, it was also neccessity. He learned early that he couldn't always win with brute force alone, no matter how strong he could grow to be, so he had to learn other ways to best his opponents. He learned to set traps, to gather intelligence, to shape the battlefield, anything that could come to mind when the word stealth is mentioned. He had to implement it often as a child to escape his father's violent rages, to survive after leaving his clan to begin hunting, and to eliminate his vampiric opponents. He knew it was rare that he could defeat one in open combat, thus he used stealth and guile to track and eliminate them, using any means neccessary, believing that there was no such thing as morality when dealing with these vicious creatures devoted to chaos and destruction.

Weakness:
1. Personality
2. Women
3. Technology

Summary:
His biggest weakness is his personality. Because of his childhood, he is often alone, working in silence, without any aid. He comes off as cold and distant to most that meet him, though all he wants is to truly make friends with people. He is unable to open up or trust another person, no matter what he may want, because his father had instilled into him the hard way to trust no one, to constntly be on alert. Another aspect is taht he constantly tries to prove himself. Even if he knows a situation is hopeless, he'll charge headfirst into it, determind to prove them wrong, to show his worth, that he's not as useless as everyone might think he is. Even though he's only human, he's determined to be of use to anyone that needs him.

His second weakness, is women. Despite how horrible his father was, he was raised to be chivalrous, and unless he's absolutely certain that the woman is evil or trying to kill him, he will do nothing to harm her. He's nearly been killed several times this way, when first faced against a female vampire. The made him think that they were friendly, someone he could trust, getting close to him before trying to kill him. He bears the scars of those mistakes as a reminder for it, though he still tries to help every woman that seems to need it, whether his help is asked for or not. And because of that instilled chivalry, he's quite nice to most people, if in a cold and distant manner.

And finally, technology is his third weakness. Raised in a medieval like society, the most technologically advanced things he was really introduced to was a crossbow. He was raised to be dependent on his own abilities and manual weapons. He had used a few guns before of course, to familiarize himself with them and their use, but he had always been taught they were for the weak and unskilled. So, when it comes to technology, he's pretty clueless. He's barely able to use a cell phone, let alone a computer or anything fancy like that. One modern thing he forced himself to learn was to drive, seeing it as neccessity to get anywhere that he needed to. He still prefers to walk or run, or ride a horse, rather than use modern conveniences, a little intimidated by them, though he's trying to desensitize himself to them.

Appearance;;

Looks: 18
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’
Marks: A diagonal scar from above his left eye to beneath his right eye. He has many more scars, just none as big or as noticeable.
Race: European
Skin Tone: Light
Body Type: Athletic
Clothing Style: Modern teenage, or medieval leather hunting outfit.

Hunting Outfit:
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Normal Clothes:
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Footwear:
Boots, at all times.
Summary:
After being brought to America as a child, Leon quickly grew into the style and culture of a nation so radically different from what he’d known. He had been raised in a medieval fashion, as had been the hunters of his clan before him, but quickly acclimated to the styles of people his own age as he grew. He still prefers to wear the medieval style clothes, especially his hunting outfit passed down to him from the elders of his clan, the suit worn by the patriarch of his clan, many centuries ago. He can be found however trying to act like a normal person on occasions, dressing in casual clothes for street going activities, though he’s mostly seen at night. He’s used to being nocturnal from hunting vampires, tracking them back to their lairs and then killing them off during the day.

Because he’s been trained to operate in both day and night, he’s somewhat pale, having a lighter skin tone than someone who spends exclusive time in just either night or day. He’s not pale enough to stand out, but it is odd enough for those that stop to consider that he should either be much more tan, or much more pale. At his side constantly, whether openly or hidden, is a long coiled whip that is the heirloom of his clan, Vampire Killer, first used by the founder of the Belmont clan, and handed down to the most powerful male of each generation in the clan to carry on their hunting legacy. The scar is possible the most noticeable of his features, and he’s no longer ashamed or embarrassed by it. It was a wound he received one day while learning to use the whip expertly, and his father had gotten frustrated and violent, and decided to teach him the hard way.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Slaying evil immortals
2. Helping people
3. Isolation

Dislikes:
1. Crowds
2. Loud Noises
3. Evil Immortals

Flaws:
1. Impulsive
2. Somewhat cold and distant
3. A little naive about modern times.

Summary:
Born in a small village comprised of clan members, he was raised to fight against the undead vampires that threatened Europe, and was pushed constantly from the day he could walk to do that by his father. As a result, he’s been conditioned to take great pride and satisfaction in slaying the undead, before learning tales about the vampire that had once assisted his clan, Alucard. From then, he tried to be open minded about the immortals, learning that there were more than just vampires in the world, and extending his duty to destroy all evil immortals that threatened humankind, not just the vampires. As a result, he’s grown to enjoy slaying any undead, and helping people in any way. He isn’t particularly concerned about what he does, as long as he can help people. He’s also fond of isolation, preferring to be alone, as a result of his personality. He’s led a secluded and abusive life, and has issues relating to anyone, or trusting anyone, no matter how much he’d like to. Because of this, he spends much time alone, watching other people or enjoying the quiet nature around him, often found wandering alone through a forest, though he is occasionally out in cities.

Due to his upbringing, he has a natural hatred for immortals, and won’t hesitate to try and kill any one that he feels is evil. He’s won countless times against the younger immortals, and as of yet hasn’t tried his hand against the older, doubting he’d come away alive. He’s won through patience, stealth and cunning, but is also quite able to hold his own in an outright fight. He also tends to shy away from loud noises, spending much time alone and in silence, it bothers him and makes it hard to think. He isn’t able to focus nearly as well as he’d like to because of the loud and incessant distraction in his ears, so he avoids them as much as possible. A part of this has come to include crowds. He feels exposed, and doesn’t like the feeling. He likes to be able to survey all his surroundings, and be ready for anything, but it’s much harder to do when dozens of people are making noise and jostling him on their way. As a result, he prefers to be active at night, when there are less people around, and when it’s quieter and more peaceful.

Because his father never valued him highly, it’s become natural for him to rush blindly into a situation, to try and do well to please his father, to earn his praise and recognition. This has gotten him into a few issues in the past, the most visibly notable marks from it being the scar on his face from his father. He’d rushed in blindly to attack him, determined to prove to him that he wasn’t worthless, and received the scar and lesson as a reward. Because of his relation with his father, he’s grown cold and distant, afraid to trust anyone, as he was always told it was a weakness. To be strong, one must keep ones own counsel, his father told him. He fervently wishes that he had a friend of any sort, maybe even a relationship one day, but he doesn’t expect it to happen. He doesn’t know how to really express himself to anyone, and he thinks he’s only good for a fight, nothing more. And finally, as a result of being raised as a medieval hunter, he’s somewhat clueless to modern times and technology. He’s practiced with guns a bit, to better his marksmanship, but he was always told they were weapons for the weak, that had no skill required. Instead, he mastered the sword and whip, the crossbow and other tools that his clan had passed down for generations. He tries to learn more as he goes along, but is stil mostly technologically illiterate. One thing above all others that he learned though was how to drive, seeing it as necessity.

Background Check;;

Family Members: None
School Attended: None, home schooled
Graduation Year: A few months ago
History:
Born in a small European town, Leon was the last male child of the once legendary Belmont clan, famous for hunting and slaying vampires all across Europe. His mother died in childbirth, leaving him with a father that wasn’t the kindest of men, drilling into him the need for the destruction of every vampire that Leon would ever encounter, even if it meant his own life was sacrificed in the process. His father would beat him tirelessly each day as he instilled lessons into him from the day he was able to hold a weapon in his hand. He bears the scars of these lessons on his body, and though they've somewhat faded, they've never truly gone away, and he doubts that they ever will. None of the elders came to his aid, bel;ieving that his brutal father would teach him to be strong, but they always made sure that he stopped short of killing him, as he was the last of their line.

He was raised this way for ten years, until he was thirteen, when he was finally given a whip to start using, having mastered the sword and tactics what seemed years ago to him. From here, he was taught by his father even more secludedly, as his father had been the last inheritor of the whip Vampire Killer, though it had been in the elders keeping for some time, since his mother had died at least. His father became even more brutal towards him, teaching him to master the whip, as well as to become cunning and stealthy. Shaping the battlefield to his own advantage, and if he failed once to evade and defeat his father, he was beaten until near death, where he'd have to care for himself, thus learning field medicine this way. This continued for two years, until Leon was fifteen, and decided that he'd had enough, and was leaving to begin his carreer.

He told his father of his plans, and his father flew into a greater rage than he had ever before, driving Leon erlentlessly into a fight, both wielding swords, though his father used a whip. To this day, he regrets the actions that had taken place that night. His father fought him tirelessly, aiming to finally kill his impertinent son, and their clan be damned, unleashing the rge he felt for him having taken away his wife. However, for Leon, this was as much a fight of life and death. He had meant to finally show his father that he wasn't weak and worthless, that he'd been wrong all along. He put to use everything that he'd learned, leading his father into the forest around their village, leading him to their practice clearing for one final showdown.

The two fought long into the night, neither giving in, refusing to let the other win. His father was by far the more experienced, and it took every ounce of skill and cunning Leon had to stay even with him, and avoid his fathers whip. Towards dawn, both realized that their duel was almost over, and both went for the final blow. His father struck first, the whip tearing across Leons face, leaving him blinded by blood, and leaving the permanent scar, and Leons sword parried his fathers out wide, driving back in and for his heart before he realized what he was doing. His father died in his arms, and was left in the forest, blood and tears of pain, physical and emotional, clouding Leon's eyes. He returned to their village, where the elders greeted him, knowing what had transpired. He was given their heirloom, Vampire Killer, and told he was free to go, and no animosity was held towards him for slaying his father. They knew one day that it would come to that, though they'd always hoped differently.

Leon left that day, and remained in isolation for two years alone, practicing with the whip of his ancestors, mastering it, turning it into an extension of his own body and will, before returning to society. He made his way to America, where he currently resides, fighting the vampires that harm humans for evil or malicious reasons, trying to desensitive himself to technology, but always remaining alone and silent. To this day he hasnt grown close to anyone, as much as he'd like to, and has told no one of the things in his past, aiding those that ask in silence. Recently though, he's met a vampire named Vincent, an old friend of his clans under a new name. When they met, Leon filled him in on the things about the clan that he'd missed, and was given a weapon by him, the gunblade (Leave it alone fanatics out there), a new weapon for him to practice and grow stronger with, though he continues to carry his whip with him at all times. He only takes the gunblade out as insurance on a hunt against vampires, and only then when his whip wouldn't be enough.

Code Word:
I have read the rules

Mad Skills;;

Second Character

[Lady Thorn]

I see no great issues with it, so accepted. Only thing, I don't think any mediæval people ever dressed like those pictures... But yes, accepted.