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Colt Leonard < o leão ferido> (leao) wrote,
@ 2010-03-19 15:12:00

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Character Info;

Premade: A proud man, The Wounded Lion has made his way in the world with little assistance. He's disabled, a sad fact he hides wherever he can, and he angrily refuses to accept any help that comes his way. It's a matter of self-respect for him, and he hates that John Seward knows his weakness in every detail. Even with his impairment, he's an intelligent and compelling man, and he's hoping to find peace in Bellum Letale.

Name: Colt Leonard
Age: 36 - 11/26/1974
Played By: Rupert Penry-Jones

Personality: Colt is the strong, silent type. He is smart and well spoken, though gruff. He believes in country, but not God. He believes in justice, but not murder. He believes in protecting the weak, defending the innocent and helping women carry their groceries. He hates that he can't do any of these things any longer, and it makes him angry at himself. He doesn't take his anger out on others, unless they insist on pitying him. He hides his injury and his disfigurement, and anyone who offers to help him is bound to end up on the wrong side of his self-loathing. His injury is an embarrassment for him; it wasn't an honorable injury, and that fact haunts him to this day.

His father is a permanent resident of Bellevue Hospital's Prison Ward (once treated by John Seward), and every few years a Veteran's Rights group comes to beg him to speak in his father's behalf. He always declines.

When it comes to his romantic history, Colt has always been handsome, rather than pretty; serious, rather than playful; determined, rather than uncertain. Before his injury, he dated occasionally in Alaska, but never seriously and never anyone in the service. It wasn't until he was twenty-nine that he had a long-term relationship. Anana was a member of the Aleut tribe in Alaska, and she lived within the tribal government. He met her while skiing cross-country, during a particularly cruel winter blizzard. She knew nothing of his father, of his past, and she barely spoke his language. He spent the winter on one of the Aleut islands, and he used all his leave to remain with her for the next six months. He liked the quiet of her people, and he learned that their ways suited him. The physicality of their lives, the simpleness of it; uncomplicated and peaceful and beautiful.

When his leave ended, he returned to the base. He was injured months later, and he never returned to the Aleuts or to Anana; it was better to lose her than to allow her to see him unmanned.

History: Colt was born in Atlanta, Georgia, to Joseph and Wanda Leonard. His father was a member of the United States Army, stationed at Fort Benning, and he was in Vietnam when Colt was born, having been re-deployed after an injury to his shoulder had sidelined him the previous year. They were not wealthy people. His father was general infantry, and his mother was a stay-at-home wife, and Colt was their only son.

When Colt's father returned from the battlefield the following year, it became apparent that the quiet of the Leonard house was about to be permanently and irrevocably broken. Joseph would suffer from post-traumatic stress syndrome for the remainder of his life, and his night terrors would keep the family up for years to come. They were never certain when one would strike or what the resulting trauma would be.

When Colt was five, his father was medically discharged from the United States Army, and he relocated the family to London (citing having been slighted by the United States government as the reason). While in London, he joined a prominent anti-American movement centered around the atrocities of the Vietnam War. He worked evenings as hired surveillance for local businessmen, and he spent his days teaching radicals to fight and defend themselves against a war he was certain was coming. Colt attended every meeting, learned to be proficient in weapons, and he could hit a target from ten feet by the time he was seven.

Every night, the war was replayed in the Leonard house, and Colt had taken to sleeping with a baseball bat under his bed by the time he was nine. When his father woke from his nightmares, he was as likely to think the living room chair was the Viet Cong as his wife or son.

When Colt was sixteen, his father shot and killed his wife, Colt's mother, in her sleep.

Colt and his father were American citizens, and they were returned to the states for the trial. Colt moved in with an aunt he had never met, and during the trial that followed his father's anti-American activities were exposed. Colt endured threats, name-calling and taunting during his last two years of high school.

As soon as he turned eighteen, he enlisted in the Army in a blatant effort to prove he was the American that his father was not.

He was sent to Fort Richardson, Alaska, as a member of the general infantry, and he quickly learned the that quiet and the cold and the still suited him. He grew into a quiet, pensive, grizzled man. One of few niceties and fewer words, but a kind heart. Every time his tour ended, he reenlisted, with every intention of becoming a lifer.

When he was thirty, a deploy to northern warfare training resulted in his leg being crushed under the weight of a snow clearer being driven by a young cadet. Countless surgeries later, he was left with a leg that was grotesquely scarred from ankle to thigh, a cane and a pronounced limp. With the injury, all his dreams of honor and combat were dashed, and he took a position at the NCO Academy in Juno, offering training to the reserve and the national guard. By this time, he was an E-7, or Sergeant First Class. It was the highest level he would reach, three levels away from his dream of Sergeant Major.

His injury made standing or walking for long periods of time difficult, and the years of pain and pain killers showed on his face by the time he was thirty-five. He had three years remaining until his retirement, but the bitter Alaska cold was becoming more and more intolerable with every year that passed. When he was offered a chance to head up the Wounded Warriors division in Fort Drum, he declined. His injury had not been an honorable one, had not been taken in combat. Still, the prospect of relocating to somewhere less cold appealed to him, and his growing tolerance on pain killers was becoming more pronounced. Within the year, he accepted an offer to manage the 10th Mountain Division's Morale and Welfare Office in the city of New York.

Bellum Letale was suggested by Army Housing, and they've rented him a unit on the first floor, in order to make it easier for him to move around the old building.

Future Plans: He will avoid John Seward like the plague. He will try to avoid the dramatics of the building, but his natural tendency to take charge will get in the way of that, as will his stalwart belief in justice, and his compulsion to come to the aid of those more needy than himself.

Ability/Powers: Primary: Phoenix - appearing from ashes | Monthly: Transformation / injuries.