ABOUT LEONIDES

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history

Leonides Godric Van Roekel was born to an extensive Dutch family, as the first born to Stephen and Marianne Van Roekel. Now, the Van Roekels (or more affectionately termed, the Roekel Clan) are rather well known for their extensive wealth and prestige. Specializing in a handful of different dangerous industries, such as oil, mining, and property, the Roekel corperation is seen all over the world, and has been for centuries on end. Each heir is always the first born, who seems the most prestigious and well-behaved out of all the children they may have. As a back up plan, it's an essential rule that the main family must have more than two children, just in case of some freak accident happening which causes the death of the heir. [break][break]

Back to this generation of the Roekel clan, Leonides was born first out of his four other siblings; and he hated it. From the day he was born, his parents groomed the absolute hell out of him, putting him through hell just to make sure he was nothing less than perfection. If he showed the slightest bit of weakness, Leon would be met with what seemed like a million different punishments, from the killing of a pet or the disappearance of a close friend, to being locked in a closet for days. All of this was simply to groom him into the perfect, broken heir to the Roekel fortune. But, to the disappointment of his parents and family, Leonides was never going to live up to that. It was etched into his mind that he would escape the moment he could, and say goodbye to the fame and fortune that would come for him. [break][break]

That's exactly what he did. The moment Leonides turned 18, he was gone. His parents called it a death, lost in the crash of a sports car. That's what they told the press, at least. What really happened was Leon ran away the night of his birthday from their mansion in Santa Cruz, California, and has never looked back. [break][break]

Now, Leon has found himself amidst a hidden revolution, working as a beat cop and getting in fights with criminals every single waking moment. When he isn't in fights or handling 911 calls, he's off working little jobs to try and pay his bills, broke due to the lack of support from his family. The only one's who haven't cut him off is one distant cousin and two out of his four siblings, who send him a little bit of cash every so often to try and keep food on his table. But, even without money and with trauma suffocating him somedays; Leonides is happier than ever.

a sample

Right hook. Swift, low kick. Throat punch - miss. 'Damn.' Reach, grab. Up knee - connect. [break][break]

With one more quick movement, the opponent was on the ground, blood leaking from his nose and his eyes half open. For a brief moment, Leonides almost felt pity for the man - late 40s, drunkard, now bleeding profusely and knocked out - until he remembered why exactly he was in this situation. The petty man decided to harass some pretty girl after she left a nearby club, and although he was off the job, Leon came sprinting the moment he heard her screams. Even if he wasn't getting paid for it, the 24-year-old wouldn't hesitate to get involved in disputes like such, especially if it could cause real harm. And besides, since he was off the job, no one could dock his pay for getting...physical, with the man. [break][break]

From Leon's perspective, the drunkard was the one who started the fight. In reality, the young cop was the one who threw the first punch after the other man had said some rather unpleasant things about him and the woman who was denying his advances, and had managed to push Leon's buttons enough to start a fight. [break][break]

What an idiot. [break][break]

After taking a final look at the pathetic bastard, the ravenette looked towards the young woman. Reaching his bruised hand forward, he assisted her up, a calm smile settled on his features. It was stark contrast to the vicious, cold look resting on his face only moments before, as he faced off against the piece of shit now curled up on the ground. Grabbing what he assumed to be her purse nearby, Leon handed it to the woman, that same smile still on his face. "Stay safe, alright?" He muttered, declining a piece of paper she offered him. Within another moment, after ensuring that the situation was fully under control, he was already drifting away from the scene. [break][break]

After all, he didn't have time to stay up and drink anymore. He had a shift in only three hours.

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