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Leon Davis
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    "Divine judgement is necessary"
  3. Morale
  4. Date of birth
    1993-06-22 (26 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English, Broken Afrikaans and Russian
  9. Religion
    Tribal Spiritualism


  1. Height
    186 cm
  2. Weight
    95 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Short, dark hair
  5. Eyes
    Deep, dark green.
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Evil
  7. Features
    Has scars going down on his left arm. Some spell out Initials, some are just strokes.
  8. Equipment
    Leon is always hiding his face, and changes clothes on the regular. He always carries an ornate dagger with him, depicting a man cutting out another man's heart and offering it to the stars.


Well, well, where should I start?
I was born in 1993, in Luxembourg. My father, Mark Davis was a business man, and due to his work, we always had to move on the regular. I despised that about him, along with his grandiose vision of "his son who will take his place in the family business" what a load of crap.

The years passed, and I became more "independent shall we say", all those private tutors, all those visions about me becoming great, I wanted none of it. I wanted to become a soldier. Not one who fights for a country, or a great cause, just a mercenary. I remember hearing about the Libyan civil war from television. I was none the wiser, getting my dad to finance my "combat journalism". It was hell out there, all right. But as it turns out, it was just the type of hell I felt like I belonged to. I remember the first man I shot, the adrenaline... it brings me back. Hearing stories from the locals about a man who went by the name of Joshua Blahyi, or more commonly known as "General Butt Naked", stories about him sacrificing children and gaining unimaginable powers, going into gunfights with nothing but his gun.
...It fascinated me. The Libyan civil war might have ended for the most part, but I still longed for more. I needed to know more about these "human sacrifices" I traveled the lands far and wide, been to many conflicts, and got taught many things. Some tribesmen told me that they honor their opponents by eating a part of them, that way their powers and spirit can live within them as long as they live.
...It stuck with me ever since, and I took it upon myself, to try... and remember every one of them, carving their names into my skin, leaving a permanent scar so I never forget the price that they paid for my salvation. After spending years in Africa, I heard that Takistan was home to many, if not more conflicts as well. I LIVE for war, so that naturally meant I had to go. And then some shit went down in Chernarussia. So here I am, seeking thrill and glory on battlefields I barely know, with people I'd like to kill more than anyone else in the world.

My name is Leon, and this is my story.


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