Name: Leon Jameson Brentwood
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Brief Background: Leon got his start in hunting when he was seventeen. His parents died in a car accident when he was still a toddler, and he was sent to live with his father's brother Daniel, who raised him in Los Angeles. Childhood was normal, if a little difficult without a mother or a real father. Daniel owned a small grocery store, and when Leon turned fourteen his uncle put him to work after school. It wasn't too bad; the hours were easy, and pulling a paycheck kicked ass over having an allowance. And that's how most of high school passed -- or at least, how it would have, if not for one bad night during the summer before his senior year. That was when, in the immortal words of Socrates, shit got real.
Leon was working late one night stocking the shelves, when he heard a scream from Daniel's office. He raced to the back of the store and arrived just in time to see his uncle's exsanguinated corpse drop to the floor at the feet of...well, Leon had no idea what it was, but it definitely wasn't human. Sure, it had human
features, but it also had...more. Soulless black eyes, reptilian looking skin, a mouth full of razor blades and blood-drenched claws on the tips of long, spidery fingers. Leon stood frozen in shock and terror, and the thing slammed him into the wall on its way out.
Daniel's murder went on the books as gang violence, and a couple of local crackhead
cholos went down for the deed, but Leon's eyes had been opened. There was weird, dangerous shit out there, filthy parasites and vicious predators that treated humanity like cattle...and they needed to die. Leon withdrew from his friends and buckled down on his studies during his last year in high school, then vanished after graduation. For the last six years he's been moving up and down the west coast, studying, training, practicing...and hunting.
Personality: Leon is an incorrigible, die-hard smart ass. He's brash, reckless, arrogant, and fights like he has a death wish. But he's got a right to be cocky, because he gets results. Bloodsuckers don't tend to last long in whatever city Leon finds them in. Because he's so acutely aware of the dangers that are out there, Leon has real trouble opening up to and genuinely counting on anyone; it's a real short list of people that have Leon's trust. Obviously, this puts some serious strain on any relationship more complicated than 'let's get drunk and fuck like weasels', but on the bright side those are really the only relationships Leon has any interest in.
Ambitions: All Leon really wants is a good drink, a good lay, and to make a whole lot of undead things dead again. Really, what more could a guy want in life?
Sexual Preference: Bisexual (prefers women)
Title: Rival Hunter
Details: Leon doesn't have any formal military training, but he does have several years of martial arts and firearms practice under his belt. In his travels, he's made a few
interesting friends, from arms dealers to mystics, and in exchange for a little pest control now and then they keep him well stocked with plenty of dangerous toys for bad little boys.
Fighting Style: Leon prefers gunplay to hand-to-hand combat, and his go-to weapons are a pair of custom-crafted .45s with silver and ashwood-inlaid grips, usually loaded with hollow-point rounds packed with a small mixture of salt, silver nitrate and oak splinters in the tips. For backup, a sawed-off .12 gauge loaded with salt and silver buckshot and a Big Damn Knife serve to keep the nasties from getting too uppity. When close quarters is unavoidable, though, Leon goes to town with a pair of weighted gloves and fights using a bastardized blend of jiu jitsu and tae kwon do.
Other Information: Leon really,
really doesn't like magic, but he'll work with it if there's no other choice.
