Orcot, Leon [Finished]

[Leon Orcot]

IF I'M A BAD PERSON

YOU DON'T LIKE ME








Leon Martin Orcot

hi, my name is Leon. i got 20 candles

on my birthday cake, but i've blown

out 2 of them. my other characters would be Tobaku, and Kenzentaru

and you can contact

me by Skype @ leonorcot or PM

I GUESS I'LL MAKE

MY OWN WAY

NAME: Leon Martin Orcot

NICKNAME: Leo, L, The Mechanic

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

AGE: 23

BIRTHDAY: 30 March

PLAYBY: Kit Harington

IT'S A CIRCLE

A MEAN CYCLE

HEIGHT: 6' 2"

WEIGHT: 213 lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: He has a tattoo of crossed wrenches bellow a Royal Flush on his back, and three scars on his chest from being shot during his service in the Marines. He also sports several scars that cover his most of his body from brutal torture as a POW. He also, lost his balls to the terrorists.

PERSONAL STYLE: Leon enjoys a healthy application of orange to anything, he is usually found in his orange trench-coat. He also wears a black button down shirt underneath it with an orange sash around his waist. Coupled with his black cargo pants and black combat boots, he can cut an intimidating figure.

I CAN'T EXCITE YOU

ANYMORE

LIKES: Fixing things, his car, old rock music, dancing around, women, playing cards, smoking, drinking

DISLIKES: Rude/loud people, people who make fun of his machines, people who threaten his machines, most water (Shallow is cool, deep is bad), drama, country music

STRENGTHS: Mechanical Skill, Determination, Drinking

WEAKNESSES: Procrastination (Anything that doesn't involve building/repairing), Women, Gambling, Drinking

DREAMS: To own an auto shop of his own, and get married

FEARS: Being abandoned, Deep water, Going back overseas

FATAL FLAW:  His pride and love for his machines and creations will lead him to his death, sometimes placing his own life after the safety of them.

PREFERRED WEAPON: War Hammer, M27-IAR

ABILITIES:  See Powers List, fool

ANYTHING ELSE: He doesn't like much contact with people, always preferring the comfort of his machines. Unlike some of the other campers, he has his own car that he drives when he wishes to leave camp. He also carries around an iPod that he is often found listening to.

WHERE'S YOUR GABLE

YOUR JURY

OLYMPIAN PARENT: Hephaestus

MOTHER/FATHER: Morrigan Orcot

SIBLINGS: N/A

PETS: N/A

WHAT'S MY OFFENCE

THIS TIME

HOMETOWN: Dothan, Alabama

HISTORY: Leon was born during the night on March 30. He was a strong healthy babe. His mother Morrigan was the owner of a small local garage that was frequented by many types of people. It was her skill with machinery that drew the ancient god to her. Hephaestus courted the woman for many months before he wound up impregnating her. He informed her of the ancient laws that would bind him once the babe was born, how he could no longer see her or his own child. She wept as he spoke, wishing with all her heart that he could stay. In the end she was left to raise him alone. She set up a crib in a corner of the shop beside the sink so she could wash her hands before taking care of what he needed. So life continued on, day in and day out. Hephaestus occasionally stopped by, hidden under a disguise, to see the woman he loved and his son. Slowly the boy grew older, with each year his motor skills increase he slowly found his love for machines and building things. By the time he was eight he had build his first engine, and at ten he built a functioning robot. From then on he helped his mother in her shot after he got home from school. People came to like the excited little child who worked in the small shop, he brought a small measure of joy to their lives.

When the boy turned sixteen, the unthinkable happened. He came home from school in his mom's car to find her trapped under a car. The lift the car had been on had failed due to an electrical problem. He thrust his hand at the car and it deconstructed under this strange power that his hand unleashed. He called 911 but he knew it was too late. Rushing back to her side he cradled her head in his lap, after gently moving her from where the lift was. She brushed his cheek with her hand and softly told him of his heritage, and what it meant to be a demigod. He just cried harder, blaming the gods for this injustice. As if answering his cries, a small light enveloped the space beside him and a bronze monkey wrench appeared beside him with a note. He picked up the note, reading it quickly before throwing it away. Pulling on the power he had earlier he put the car back together on the broken lift so when the paramedics arrived they wouldn't be suspicious. His mother looked up at him and said one last thing before the light left her eyes, "I love you, my son. And I'm so proud of you." Shortly after she died the paramedics arrived, they ushered him away from his mother and went to work to try and save her. After several tense minutes, they looked up at Leon and shook their heads, "I'm sorry son, she's gone." This led to a fresh torrent of tears from the sixteen year old, but he nodded his head sadly. Soon the police arrived and he answered the questions they had before the paramedics took the body to the hospital for it's autopsy. Over the next several weeks, everything with his mother's death was taken care of. He fought being placed into the foster system and got himself emancipated as a minor and continued work at the shop his mother owned. By utilizing his new found power he was able to keep up the work that was taking the two of them together. As for the bronze wrench, it turned out to be a magical object that could change between being a wrench and a massive war hammer. The note explained how it worked and why is was given to him.

After two years on his own he hit his eighteenth birthday, once he finished school a few months later, he was shipped off to basic training with the US Army. He closed up the shop for good and packed away all of his possessions before leaving out. After the grueling months of training, he was deployed out with the 501st mechanical brigade to Iraq. He served 4 one year tours over seas before he was medically discharged due to taking three round from an AK-47 in the chest. During his four tours, he was captured by enemy agents for a period of three months, being tortured and beaten each day for information until he was found and rescued by his unit. After his medical discharge and being forced to be a civilian again, he was at least allowed to buy the rifle he had been using for all the years he served. The M27 Infantry Automatic Rifle, a light machine gun. Along with ten 30 round STANAG  mags and three 100 round BETA mags. He did not purchase any ammo for it, mostly intending to display it in his home, before realizing something he had put off to the back of his mind for all the years it had been since the death of his mother. Upon arriving back to his home, which was dusty and dirty, but still home, he pulled out the wrench given to him by his father. With but a though it transformed into a war hammer with a three foot handle and a foot wide hammer head that turned into a spike curving downwards on the other end. It was a heavy instrument, but nothing his hard years training with the Marines hadn't prepared him for. Eyeing it up he pushed it back into it's wrench form before tucking it away into his rucksack. In a few weeks his old high school was having a five year reunion, as soon as it was over he was planning to move up to New York, and that place where his mother had told him about. Camp Half-Blood it was called.

YOU'RE NOT A JUDGE BUT

IF YOU'RE GONNA JUDGE ME

ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

Leon shuffled around his small above garage apartment quietly. It was early on a Tuesday morning and he was due to open up his shop in an hour. He yawned as he finished drying off from his shower before he got dressed for the day. He put on his boxers, white shirt, and work jumper, before adding his socks and boots. He headed down to the garage he own and worked, unlocking the door and flipping the sign around to say open. One of his regulars walked in the door a moment after he turned the sign around and smiled at him. "Good morning Leon. I'm here to pick up my car." Leon nodded and walked to behind the desk. He pulled down a set of keys from a hook on the wall and checked the tag, "Mr. Cintron right? The gold Windstar?" The man nodded at Leon. "Alright, that will be $77.35." The man hands over a wad of bill that Leon counts out before giving the man his change and keys. They walk through a door into the garage together. Leon pops open the sliding garage door and motions for Mr. Cintron to go ahead. "Have a good day Leon!" Mr Cintron calls as he pulls away. Leon nods at the man and waves to him before he walks over to a Mazda and begins his work for the day.

WELL SENTENCE ME TO

ANOTHER LIFE

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