Leon

Character submitted by breezyboo11555
==Appearance==
Leon is an individual who is often times seen by his workers in a basic coat and trousers, but most time outside of his base, he is seen wearing a cloak which blackens his face and hides it. He has several weights on his arms and legs which weigh up to 500 tons at minimum. He has black Afro hair and brown eyes in his regular form. He takes the appearance of an average civilian when he isn’t wearing his cloak, this allows him to blend into society with absolute ease. And even then, he doesn’t blend in much as he isn’t around populated areas, most time training instead. His average appearance is him wearing a black coat with dark trousers/pants, he stands at a tall height of 14ft. His height is practically inhuman, being seen as some sort of mutation. Despite the fact he weighs a lot, he makes his body seem slightly slimmer, by doing this he isn’t suspected as a potential fighter as he would look too weak to be one.
==Personality==
Leon is shown to be a very calculating individual who plans everything ahead of time, preferring to have everything organised and everything prepared before the date comes. He is a mostly calm person who prefers to remain patient when it comes to plans. He is cold hearted, and somewhat selfish. He cares little for his own subordinates. He’s rarely sad or stressed, he seems to be very silent and unaware of what’s going on around him, deeply In thought, this is only to be the case when he is currently planning something major. He is shown to be very strict and very dependent on his subordinates, believing that his workers and his group are one of the reasons he gained the chance and opportunity to rise to power. He is shown to be a calm individual who seems to never worry or stress. His comrades during his early years acknowledged his calmness and saw him as a perfect person, a person that can never stress, worry, struggle, fear or run out of options. Despite Leon’s calm persona and his apparent fearless character, Leon has been shown to stress, in fact, behind Leon’s calm character, Leon is in a constant state of stress, worry, fear and anxiety. Leon stresses everyday over the idea that his plan will fail, or that it already has. Leon stresses about the thought of being locked up permanently and his dreams and goals being crushed. He is forever anxious about being defeated and killed by anyone, or his goals never truly being completed. He is shown to stress about risky actions and minor things not being done, but he never visibly shows his anxiety and stress. He dreads the idea of his workers losing faith in him, or them losing respect for him. He shows to be rather worried about the thoughts of his subordinates, believing that what they think about him can effect the overall team's performance. He is shown to worry about the speed his team grows at, if they don’t impress him in mere months, he kills then, out of fear that they could hold the team down, and cause a potential defeat on his end.
==History==
=== (CHILDHOOD, AGE 7-13) ===
“Alright then. Let’s get to know about me. How did rise to where I am now? Well kid, it wasn’t easy. Not at all. It was something a regular person would refuse to go throigh, no matter how strong they could become. I might’ve denied it all if I wasn’t forced into a life like that. So, to know about me, I was born into a basic household in an average street known as Silverwood street. It was filled with many houses. I guess the great thing about that place was that we had large gardens, it was fun playing with my siblings, when I could. We would have the entire garden to ourselves and play for the rest of the time we had left to free roam, which filled out young and pure hearts with joy and excitement. The neighbours were always nice and caring, every week or two they loved to give us apple pies with warm hot custard, my mother loved the smile on our faces when we was allowed to dig in it, for some reason, our father would resent people gifting us things, he said it was making us softer then we already were. And those words used to sadden us, but we got used to it. I can safely say my relationship with my father wasn’t that great, but at least he was there I suppose. Every day of the week, we were made to study for 7 hours, if we failed a single question or test we would have to study for an extra day without any rest. This was my fathers doing of course. It scared us into getting everything correct just so we could have the simple luxury of sleeping. We already knew our father had a low tolerance issue, and so we tried our best to not get on his bad side, we were scared.” 
“A few months after my seventh birthday, my dad randomly began buying training equipment and began training everyday. It always made me curious about why he was training when he was already fit. I also noticed that he was building some sort of one room building in our garden, which took about 4 months to fully build. I noticed that the building was some gym, I wondered why he was making it when he could’ve done it all in the garden. I was upset that he took away the garden by using all of its space, but my mother told me that it was better for me. At that moment, I never understood why she said that, and what she meant by it. Two weeks later, when everything was completed and ready for use. My father walked into my room while I was studying. He told me that it was time, I looked at him with a curious expression. He told me to follow him right away, his tone was scary, it scared me how angry he sounded, but oddly enough, it reminded me of how someone would speak while greatly determined, I had yet to know what he was determined about.” 
“When I was walking with my father, I noticed he was leading me towards the training area which was within the garden, like I told you. As I walked inside, he told me that I had to begin training. He said that my brothers and sisters  did this too, but they did it on days where the other wouldn’t see them, he told me I was the only one who knew that besides him and my mother. He told me that I had to begin lifting 30kg, for 5 hours. He told me to take an hour break, and then do another 5 hours of lifting that weight. I nervously followed his demand, yes, it was practically a demand. He walked out the room and left me to train by my own for several hours, he told me to come back once it was 12 o’clock in the night, I would know the time by the clock above the door within the room. Once my dad left, I began lifting. About 30 seconds within my training session I had noticed that it was growing difficult, I pushed forward and tried my best, but I failed to complete the five hour mark. The way my father looked at me with belief, I betted at the time he believed I was capable of growing strong, and that’s what pushed me even that far. I took a break like told to, and did more lifts. I fell asleep during my final break before being able to leave, I suppose the training was simply too much, my arms hurt the next day, but then I noticed, that dad didn’t even think to bring me to bed, I slept the whole night within the room, I was shocked, i still bad the beleif in my head that he wanted to help me, and maybe doing this was his strange way of doing that. I was foolish and naive, pathetic and a sheep at that time.”
“So, I assumed my father would be waiting for me to begin training. So I did just that, I trained, for five hours. It hurt, it ached, it felt horrible, my arms were hurting, and I felt tired and worn out. I felt like no matter how determined I was, I could never accomplish whatever my father really wanted me to do. I felt weak. I pushed through, when I thought I was allowed to take a break, I looked at the clock and only 3 hours had past. It was unbearable, I sighed heavily, my legs looking like they were ready to collapse, I continued pushing through and through, this was enough to show me how weak I was. But thankfully, I was able to grow stronger in those two days, even slightly. I woke up again at 10 o’clock at night. I stood up, well, pushed myself up by holding onto the wall. I stumbled my way back to the house, walked inside and found my mother. She told me that I needed to do more than I did today and it frightened me. She told me to go and sleep, and so I did, resting for tomorrow.”
“I woke up, specifically at 11AM. My mother was wiwtijf for me, she was sitting on a chair in the corner of my room. She told me to get ready and continue what I have been doing for the past two days. She walked away, leaving my room. I stood up and got dressed. I walked down the stairs and walked into the garden, walking back into the training room. Thankfully I www able to have breakfast first, I suppose. I began training at 11:30. This training was simple, improving my leg strength. I began doing squats, as I was told to by the list on the wall. I was told to do them for 3 hours straight. Not even halfway through I began feeling like i was going to collapse, sure, my arms were somewhat used to the immense training, but my legs weren’t. I had a great fear of disappointing my father. And that’s why I pushed myself beyond my limitations, which at the time was not that impressive. I managed to finish that session, with a massive break. My legs were in massive pain. I hated all of it. But I knew that there must be some reason he wanted me to be doing this. And so I continued with my next task, jogging around the inside of the training room for 4 hours. It was so simple and basic. But it was overwhelmingly tiring and added extra pain onto my legs. I kept trying, knowing that I could be done for if I failed. Once I was done, I passed out for an hour or two, I couldn’t remember. All I knew was that, I completed my tasks for today, but I knew that everyday it would get harder and harder. The only great thing about it is that I get a weekend break I suppose, but that didn’t help much, but at that time, all that mattered to me was succeeding.”
“The next year and a half was mostly uninteresting. I did mostly the same training as before. However, My father started to lose his patience. Now at nearly the age of 9. I had several bruises on my back. My father disliked the speed that I was growing at, he told me I was pathetic and that I had no chance of improving any further. For some reason, I wasn’t hurt by his words at first. I assumed this was his way of improving me. So I trained even harder, even if my body could not take it anymore. I had no other choice. The beating did in fact hurt, and I would’ve rather trained than get beaten to a pulp. So, I continued doing my daily training, however I could no longer have weekend breaks. For the next eleven months, nothing really was eventful or meaning to be told. Just rinse and repeat. I was now age 10.  I had been entered into a school, a school that trains people and improves them to rise to their fullest potential. I was pretty much the quiet kid there. Always getting the job done, fulfilling tasks however never talkative like the kids in my year. I made a friend there. Well. An accomplice.  I simply tolerate him. I suppose he began seeing me as a friend when I “stopped” some kids from bullying him. I never really cared about it, it’s just that they were making so much noise. I had to shut them up. And then he began telling everyone I was
His friend. I really was not his friend. Why didn’t I tell him? I am not sure. Perhaps i shall never know.” 
“He began training with me, of course he lost miserably, but I let him believe he nearly won. After that day, I went home. I of course did a lot of training before getting beat by my father. This time it was just a way to motivate me further. I again, was foolish. I should’ve known he just wanted to use my capabilities as a way to believe that he’s a good dad. I went to bed. After 3 boring years, I began to wonder how I could improve. But then I realised it. Rest. If I didn’t train as much and let my body heal from the previous training, I can grow stronger a lot faster. And so, I did that. And after a month of learning from father and this new method, I grew a lot stronger. It was great. As I further trained to improve my physical body, I learned that training along side my siblings would get the job done faster, at the time, I loved my siblings, they were all I’d ever think of protecting. The following weeks were normal, I trained with my siblings and my father and we all vastly improved on our combative skills, we were doing great. But a month later, I believe I had developed great enough. Whilst in a training spar with my sibling, my brother (eldest), we both saw a flashing light appear within the palm of our hand when clashing in a powerful fist clash. Our father entered the building clapping in delight, his eyes shined like a twinkling star, with a smile of excitement. He stated we had grown strong enough to develop our own powers, but I saw this as not an achievement, but as a sign that I have to do so much better, gaining an uncontrolled power that I have no knowledge of.” 
“As the  following months came, I found myself drawn to the idea that I had to improve myself. I saw myself as incomplete, imperfect, heavily flawed. And I needed to fix that. So, during the weekdays, I did studying, but decreased my time doing that, so I could further irlovoe my training and increase the time that I did it, while also making room for rest. I learned to further increase my hand to hand skills, and my defensive techniques for when dangerous events occur, as father always reminded me to be one step ahead, and to always have a backup plan for unpredictable times. Then, to compensate for my far more aggressive training, I did weeks worth of testing and eating the healthiest meals possible. It has now been over a year, I was doing my daily training. Each fist that collided with the training dummy matched the droplets of sweat that left my skin. My elder brother entered the training room, telling me that he wanted to talk. Now that we were early in our teenage years with him being specifically 15, he told me that we should go “bigger” with our ideals, training and growing smarter is cool, but he wanted to make our determination known. He wanted to take down the great 4 gangs of the country, they were very powerful, stronger than lost authorities, of course it wouldn’t be long until they did take them down. I responded to my brother and stated that there wouldn’t be much point, but he differed in opinion, stating that if we defeated them, we would by their own rules, take control of their gangs, and could do whatever we wanted with them. Now, I wasn’t a “goodie-2-shoes” , but I didn’t want to get into trouble that I didn’t need to get into. He counter argued with the fact that if we was to take down all 4, and single-handedly take control of them, then we would be strong enough to not get into trouble. I said no, as my final answer, but that thought did stick with me for the next 3 months. Every night I rested my head on my pillow, I kept thinking about his idea..I let out a deep sigh and got up, approaching my brother. I guy punched him to wake him up, to his very visible disliking. I told him I accepted this offer, as long as i was the one to defeat them, little did I know, that was the starting point of my thirst for control and power. We shaked hands, and began preparing for 5 whole years, gathering research on these gang leaders, their possible flaws, and training our body precisely to take advantage of their possible flaws.” 
=== (EARLY ADULTHOOD, 18-21) ===
“Now, I was technically an adult, I was responsible for my own actions, and actions, there would be. Now, I left home with me and my brother, we took a coach to the grasslands, where a tribe-like group would be located. During our time on the coach, we talked about the possible outcomes, while I had some fear, I remained stoic and continued on with my idea of taking them down, with the uses of brute force and tactical techniques to take them down. We nodded to each other, about 9 hours later, we finally were at our location. And travelled east, walking for another 3 hours before reaching the tribe. The members all turned to us with confusion, but with traces of disgust and irritation that strangers dared enter their territory. Their leader was sitting quietly in the middle of their little circle, making very loud huffs and puffs. He was admittedly intimidating, standing at 7 foot, or similar enough. I approached the man, stating that I was there to challenge his title of leader, and the moment those words left my mouth, the tall male launched himself into the air, landing right in front of me. It was clear he accepted my challenge, and was going to do his best to destroy me, like he most likely did his opponents.” 
“And Now, The Battle has begun. He made some distance, as did I, before he charged towards me at breakneck speeds, throwing his fist forward, I intercepted his attack by uppercutting his incoming arm, knocking him into a new direction, this was followed by my knee colliding with his gut, which caused him to grunt as he grabbed my face with his other arm, dragging me and ramming me through several giant rocks surrounding the area. His movements caused the grass to move aggressively and vigorously. He then threw me onto the ground and attempted to body slam me, thankfully I rolled out of the way in time to avoid his incoming attack, following up with an axe-kick to his ribcage, causing what I presumed to be bones cracking, due to the sound effects that I had heard. He growled like a wild animal and grabbed my leg, cracking it with his elbow, causing me to yelp in pain, he threw me a couple miles away before running towards me like a brainless beast. I tried to stand up, but clearly..the pain was too much, I questioned my chances of winning, but I knew regardless of if I won or not, I should never back down, becoming a quitter would only make me less respected, by others, and by myself.” 
“And so, I used all of my might to stand up, just before the tall man, who was named Ikari, attempted to shatter my neck with an incoming fist, I ducked and uppercutted his gut, winding him, using all the power my muscles had at the time, I threw him in the direction he was moving at, to launch him away from me so I had time to get back up and recuperate. The man yellowed with all of his anger, beating his chest like a gorilla, racing towards me at speeds that probably reached 15,500mph, I ran towards him, using my lighter body for a speed advantage, I jumped towards him, as he raised his fist towards my face, I counterplayed and raised my leg above his arm, swinging my leg full force into his neck, to crush his surrounding bones, but more so his voice box. His fist still collided with my gut, causing an inexplicable amount of pain to be induced. Forcefully jumping off of the wild beast that was somehow considered human, I fell to the ground, huffing and puffing, crimson red blood dripping from my mouth, I turned towards the location where my opponent was at, clearly he was struggling to regain his breath, but I passed out before I could see his end. I woke up in the tribes leaf..bed..? It was surprisingly comfy, the tribe kept chanting that I was the victor, it seemed their loyalty shifts really easily. I turned towards my elder sibling, who nodded at me, we had 3 more to go. But a few months of rest was needed.”
==Abilities==
=== STATIC MANIPULATION ===
This is the power to manipulate the basics of electricity, contrary to the name, the power itself is not static electricity, this is the most basic power of electricity manipulation, it’s power is great but manipulated on a basic level, being able to electricity parts of the users body in conjunction with a basic melee attack to induce a shock or paralysis. Users can build up projected bolts of charged electricity from their body to induce damage. This electricity is hotter then basic electricity, as made through a much stronger source of power, it’s temperature being over 50x hotter then lightning.  
Now onto true electricity manipulation, users are able to electrify parts of their body into total electricity, or objects/attacks. This electricity is as stated above, made through a source of power, meaning that it in fact is not electricity, but merely heavily resembles it. Users of this kind of electricity, are able to manipulate electrical currents, static electricity, produce electrical terrains, manipulate thunderstorms or even generate it, manipulate the temperature of the electricity, generate lightning, control or heavily influence machines and technology and manipulate atoms into allowing specific parts of the users body to become intangible. Users are also able to sense and detect opponents and people around them through the use of detecting static electricity, which is produced through electrons forming on the surface one’s skin. 
Electrical charge is a type of amplifier to the users body through the use of electricity, charging and boosting the heartbeat of the user to further amplify their physical capabilities tenfold, sometimes even twentyfold.
=== DARK ENERGY MANIPULATION ===
Users are able to manipulate dark energy, a representation of darkness. Users are able to generate dark energy in the form of electricity, generating cellular corrupting waves of energy, generate malicious, yet durable armour through the use of materialising the dark energy. While at Leon’s current stage of life, this is the most he can do with this power. 
==Story==
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