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It wasn't his fault, was it? All he wanted to do was get his memories back. All he wanted to do was know who he truly was rather than base himself off of his own assumptions - at this point, he felt like his entire life was a mere lie that he managed to think up of once put on the spot. It wasn't who he was and Leo felt that deep in his gut. He had always felt that, to be honest, he just always managed to keep his mouth shut. It was his special talent.
Ah, how long had he kept this up? Ever since he joined the Rebellion of Terminus. Ever since he woke up in the middle of nowhere only knowing his name. Ever since he befriended Antipaw, ever since he witnessed Erin's death, ever since he confessed his love to Helix, which was probably the only thing that came out of his mouth that didn't happen to be a lie. Leo spent multiple nights up thinking about this, wondering who he was. A somebody was a nobody if they didn't have memories, if they didn't have a past, if they didn't have mistakes to look back on, if they didn't have an identity. Name someone important who didn't have their past mentioned.
In times like these, people had a tendency to do what they normally wouldn't do, what they swore that they would never do. It was pure nature, after all, especially if said being had an addictive personality. Therefore, what did Leo turn to? He turned to what he believed would help bring his memories back, something that took away memories in the first place. Drugs.
"No, Leo, you're better than that!" One could argue, yet would they be right? No. After all, how would they know that Leo was better than that when they didn't know who he really was? How would they know him better? "Okay, but it's still wrong." One could continue to protest, only to realize that there was no accurate definition of right and wrong. Not to mention the fact that Leo wasn't black and white, he wasn't fully good nor was he fully bad.
So what argument was there against his drug misuse? There was none.
Hey, who knew? Perhaps it would work.
* * *
Everything was a blur. At that point, the pain in his nose had numbed down to a dull ache and his head, once smarting from a headache, was now at peace. His thoughts were organized yet chaotic at the same time, creating a simple balance within Leo that made him feel okay. His pink eyes were strangely clouded and he walked in a strange pattern, almost as if he couldn't keep balance. There was a strange smile on his face, one that seemed forced yet real at the same time. He was certainly a sight to see, certainly a feline to pity, certainly a feline that would make any feel grateful for the fact that their own lives didn't amount to this.
"Wow, we're lucky we didn't end up like Leo. Heard he became a huge addict…"
"I know. We are lucky to have our memories. It's a shame that he doesn't."
"Oh well. Not everyone can be as lucky. Come on, let's leave him alone. I heard that users are dangerous."
"Shaddup…" Leo murmured in response to the imaginary voices, words slurred to the point where they made him sound like he was speaking a different language. His paws gave out on him somewhere in the middle of camp - just his luck, huh? - and he toppled down with them, shocked at how the world spun as he did so. It was in a good way, though. It was a good spinning. He liked it, he could do this all day if he wanted to. No one would stop him! They would all stick their noses up, claim that they were better than those who did drugs, and then leave. Leo would be alone but God, he didn't know how much he craved it.
"Look at that poor kid, he's completely gone."
"I know. What a shame."
With that, Leo couldn't help but burst into giggles, a bittersweet feeling clutching his chest and forcing them out. He wasn't even sure why he was laughing, he was just doing it for the hell of it. Not everything had to have a reason.
GENERAL:
▪ Leo | Male
▪ God of War
▪ Homosexual homoromantic
▪ 12 months | Mentally over 100 years old | Ages randomly
— January 26, 2016
▪ The Rebellion of Terminus
RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Taken | ½ Heleo
▪ Unknown parents / no known family
IMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ Suffering from insomnia and amnesia, prone to forgetfulness.
▪ Starting to do drugs.
▪ Excellent swordsman.
▪ Pinterest board
PERSONALITY:
▪ Outgoing | Energetic | Mischievous | Optimistic
▪ Reckless | Troublemaker | Courageous
▪ Tends to be moody | Mild depression | Prone to feelings of hopelessness
▪ Bases decisions off of emotions rather than logic
▪ Head or Heart | Leader or Follower | Dominant or Submissive | Lover or Fighter
PHYSICAL:
▪ DOMESTIC FELINE | health: 96%
— Leo is a rather short domestic feline with pale blonde fur and vibrant pink eyes. He has little to no undermarkings and seems plain from a distance. He sometimes wears accessories yet for the most part, he keeps them stashed away. He is sometimes seen holding knives or, in rare cases, a sword.
— [i]accessories: bandages on shoulders, neck, and front paws.
— [i]injuries: mild blight on shoulders and still has healing wounds from previous torture on his neck and front paws.
POWERS:
▪ Ability to glow (eyes glow pink when distressed)
▪ Elemental power: Fire
INTERACTION:
▪ Medium physically | Difficult mentally
▪ Extreme when in god-mode, yet that rarely ever happens
▪ Attack in bolded #D64065
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions