Full name: Leonardo Ceferino Gaspar Herrera Tapia Méndez
Other names: Leo or Leonardo; both are used pretty much interchangeably
Gustaf Adler (long story)
Song: 글라라 Oh3
Physical/Mental Gender: Oh boy. Leo likes to blur things like this. He does not have effeminate habits, but he freely acknowledges that he's a bit girly-looking. He's very much a man, but sees no purpose in paying attention to any gender stereotypes.
Cultural Heritage: German and Scandinavian, belying the Spanish.
Parentage: Flora Adler, a respected journalist; Joaquín Plácido Herrera Tapia Méndez, a sports announcerdivorced
Prosperity: Pathetically rich. All three of them work, and they come from old money to start.
Height: 6'2, which makes him tall for a male modeland he's proud of it.
Weight: 150lb, which he secretly worries about.
Build: Fit, but slim. He works out in order to tone his entire body, rather than focusing on certain areas. Because most of his jobs involve looking wispy or wistful, he has to be careful not to get too muscular and keep a youthful look.
Skin-tone: Varies. As a bit of a health nut, he prefers not to tan, but does so if the job calls for it.
Eyes: Big and vulnerable-looking but alert, long lashes, very light blue
Hair: Light pale blonde, very fine and full, just about shoulder-length
Nose: Long, up-turned and elfin
Mouth: Full lips, wide mouth, straight white teeth. His looks are his business.
Ears: Free earlobes, can't get real piercings, obnoxiously good hearing
Scars/other markings: None. This boy is squeaky clean. He'll draw on scars or whatever as a costume calls for it, but has no natural marks of his own.
Glasses/piercings: Although he started wearing contact lenses when he was five, he got Lasik as soon as he was old enough. And he prefers not to mark himself up in any permanent way, so no piercings or tattoos.
Preferred Hand: Ambidextrous. This could be taken as a sign of his being flexible or indecisive.
Other/Notes: Man of a thousand faces. Luckily for him, anime tends to spit up countless characters that are within his range. His taste in street clothes is still somewhat flamboyant and/or affluent, although he does leave the wigs out.
Level of physical fitness: Relatively high. He usually runs or swims, and considers himself capable of at least amateur competition in both. Of course, he's vain.
Physical age: Fluid-ish. Looks his age when he wants to, but it's manoeuvrable to within as much as three years younger or four years older. Acting ability comes into play, of course.
Tone of voice: Diiifficult. Lyric tenor, probably.
Smoker/drinker: Drinks moderately in social situations
Physical disabilities: Again, cannot afford these. When he was young, he needed corrective lenses, but got by with contact lenses and then surgery. Rumours of physical weakness upset him.
Traits gained from mother: Looks and elegance, noblesse oblige attitude
Traits gained from father: Not very much. His cheerful refusal to fail is indeed influenced by his father, but that's pretty much it.
Traits gained from surroundings: Grace under fire and peace-making. He has more or less been in the biz most of his life, and it's a high-stress environment. Very make or break.
Dominant parent: Definitely his mother. She has an iron fist with him, and directs his life to the degree that he still follows the life she started him on even though he left home.
Masking ability: Flawless. No one can tell what he's thinking, even when he tells them.
Empathy/Reader: Leo navigates by feelings. He's very sympathetic, and tends to pick up on what others are feeling or even thinking. He's observant and instinctively knows how to respond to cues.
Education: Tutors and self-educated. He says that he's lucky not to have to go to university, but it's anyone's guess whether or not that's true.
Moral/Logical: As many of his actions are by his very nature thoroughly illogical, this is a no-brainer. Again, he is driven almost purely by his feelings, and makes a lot of stupid mistakes by virtue of not thinking first.
Religion: Fashionably agnostic. There's not really room for a higher power in Leo's philosophy.
-Love: Massively important. Note, this does not follow with romantic love, which he either avoids or practices with ham-handed caprice. Leo is practically an apostle of platonic love, to such a degree that he doesn't often use the word 'hate' casually.
-Work: Considering how much of his life he has spent working, Leo sees it much the same way other people might see household chores He does enjoy it in some ways, but it's more a minor obligation than anything.
-Emotions: Totally ruled by them, but far more susceptible to positive emotions.
-Racism: Aware of it, but rather confused by the issue. The world he lives in is certainly less realistic than reality, but prejudices are exhibited in such a way that they tend to fly over his head.
-Hate: It's quite possible that he hates his mother, though more likely that he hates himself.
-Money: The walls and ceiling of his unstable fairy tale world.
-Individualism vs. Conformity: Such a mess. He's an individual paid to conform to an unrealistic standard that he does not seem to completely understand is a fabrication.
-Beauty: Although he's surrounded by "beautiful" people, it has the effect of jading him to the idea of physical beauty in people, and would honestly be quicker to call someone beautiful if he or she is clever or indefinably pleasing. However, when it comes to other aesthetics, he has very European tastes and prizes traditional architecture.
-Comfort: He's too vanity-conscious to indulge in comfort food, and he doesn't have the attention span to read very much, but he does like to nap in the sun like a cat.
Hobbies: Cosplaying is a big one, but he turned it into something of a business. Anime and video games are his junk food. They are the only things he does that both of his parents thoroughly disapprove of, which was probably the initial draw.
Phobias: Autophobia for one, and he's afraid of defining the world too carefully. He's also afraid of dirty bathrooms and horses.
Philias: The romantic ideal of pirates. Not piracy so much as just pirates. He does indeed indulge in the Pirates versus Ninja debate.
Likes: Soft things, bright colours, walking, getting up early, staying up late, being surrounded by happily socialising people
Dislikes: The news, avant-garde chamber music, arguing, sleeping
Preferences in a companion: Someone fun who doesn't expect much of him.
Personality: Desperately cheerful, flighty, and living in a tight spiral which could be going up or downeven he doesn't know. He bottles up all of his anger and hides it, terrified of knowing himself.
Other/Notes: A common conception is that he's a gay moron, but one or both of these things is almost certainly untrue. Leo eschews the serious, but he can occasionally be trapped in such a conversation. When he realises that this has happened, he reacts with actual fearunable to shrug it off as a joke, he just shuts up.
Line of work: Male model, peacemaker, organ-grinder monkey.
-Describe their current one: Mostly untouched flat, more like a repository for souvenirs and photos
-Describe their childhood one: Big mansion with happy memories that probably sting a bit
-Describe their least favourite dwelling: Hotels. He's seen too many, and he thinks he can feel the secrets in the walls
-Describe their favourite dwelling: Hard to say. The happy family home is too tainted to be "favourite"
Allergies: Pet dander, strawberries
Talents: He's a pageant monkeyactor, singer, dancer. Plays the piano adequately, but has no skill in composition.
Preferred method of transportation: Public. Leo likes to meet people in a commitment-free environment.
Hygiene habits: Bordering on nonchalant OCD.
-Preferred company: Either people who are fun to listen to, or have fun listening to him.
-Preferred friends: As much as Urd and his sobriety fascinate Leo, it is a morbid fascination in its way. Leo's a coward; Erika and David are much easier friends.
-Reasons for being around others: Possibly he's afraid of being alone, or he's simply happier around people.
Others/Notes: Leo tends to be the common element between a lot of people, but they rarely see him the same way. Whether this is a by-product of playing people, a strong understanding of and ability to meet vastly different expectations in varying circles, or just a lack of a solid personal identity is up for debate.
Leo has always been expected to fit into several categories at once, by nature and occupation. His parents come from rather different places socially and culturally, and in his early childhood, they both demanded different things, reinforced by numerous tutors and employers. However, his parents did make conscious efforts to spend time with him, and there was never any question that he was loved. At this point, they did not argue often, but when they did, the animosity that would later become undeniable was already clear, even to little Leo. When he was ten years old, he overheard his mother talking about changing his name (Gustaf Adler) and leaving his father. In this same conversation, she revealed that his biological father was a photographer from Kópavogur.
Although he worried over this to the point of illness, his name remained unchanged and two years passed before his parents finally divorced. Leo responded by disconnecting from his own personal life and defining himself by his career and looks. He remains in contact with both of his parents, alternating holidays.
Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:
1.) Get old and distinguished. Like Ra's Al Ghul, but not evil or immortal.
2.) Join a band. A really crappy one that people like even though we suck.
3.) Do something that results in there being an action figure of me.
Three Names You Go By:
3.) Mouthlong story. I promise it's not dirty.
Three Screen Names You Have Had:
1.) Business: lcght_mendez
2.) Personal: legendofev
3.) Ummm my old Skype name: chupathingy
I try to use just those, so people I know can find me easily.
Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:
1.) I have the world's best hair. Seriously, I rarely have to use wigs.
2.) My eyes.
3.) Can I say my butt? Or would that be narcissistic?
Three Parts Of Your Heritage:
3.) King Europe is my idol.
Three Things That Scare You:
1.) Horses. They're killers!
2.) Supersonic death rays.
3.) The Joker. Gives me the jibblies.
Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:
1.) Hair gel
3.) Xbox LIVE
okay, maybe not every day.
Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1.) Dark olive green Theory hooded coat
2.) black slim leg jeans
Three Of Your Favourite Bands/Musical Artists:
3.) Elf Power
Three Of Your Favourite Songs:
1.) "Distortion Sleep" by Soilwork
2.) Son of Dad did a great song called "Lost". In my time of need, you
3.) My dad used to sing me a song about bugs. I still remember it.
Three Things You Want In A Relationship:
1.) Dancing. There's never enough dancing in relationships.
Two Truths And A Lie (in no particular order):
I might've got that backwards. Or entirely wrong.
Three Physical Things About The Preferred Sex That Appeal To You:
1.) Talent is intangible, I know, but there's something about watching a musician or an artist physically exercising their talent that's unbelievably sexy.
2.) Killer smiles.
3.) Curves are nice. (as well as what they imply. rawr.)
Three Of Your Favourite Hobbies:
1.) Costume designpeople always love this one.
2.) Singing is not something I've ever been paid to do, so that's a hobby, right?
3.) Xbox LIVE!
Three Things You Want To Do Really Badly Right Now:
1.) Go to a concert
2.) Share a reuben with someone
Three Careers You're Considering/You've Considered:
this means careers I haven't had? Then game voice actor.
2.) Make-up artist to the stars!
3.) Acrobat or firefighter
Three Places You Want To Go On Vacation:
1.) Nice or Seattle
3.) Omsk (not in the winter)
Three Kids' Names You Like:
Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Girl:
1.) I'm pretty. XD
2.) Fashion and cosmetics not only make sense to meI know how to use them.
3.) Guys hit on me. A lot.
Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Boy:
1.) I'm sexy.
2.) Do video games count anymore?
3.) Girls hit on me. A lot.
I could never choose between clubs and bars. The bar we were in had a homey sort of atmosphere, a local rock station warring dimly with a football game. Near my head, a small-screened television hung like a thick chandelier. Or a shoulder angel.
While I tried to figure out what it ought to say, I listened to Owen talk. He moved his hands a lot. He stuttered when he got excited, too. "I'm telling you, Leo, it's b-b
bound to happen somed-day. History repeats itself, and these d-days, it d-d-does it faster."
The crowd pushed all of us closer together, and I couldn't help laughing. Annika collided with me, spilling her drink. I curled into the accidental embrace, leaving Owen to get the full splash of the martini.
Annika giggled and rested her head on my shoulder, her fingers fiddling with the buttons of my shirt. That martini had been her fourth. "Destiny pushed me," she insisted, fixing Owen with a ridiculous expression.
He returned it with a pout.
First person doesn't work with Leo. He's being too passive.
Even in the midst of a vibrating crowd, surrounded by pounding music that perfectly emulated the feeling of mixing a high with a hangover, Leo stood out. With his pale blond hair and carefully calculated musculature, he was guaranteed the attention of everyone within his immediate vicinity.
Blissfully unaware of half of this, he danced with whatever warm body came close enough. Professional choreography surfaced, hardwired into his physical subconscious.
Then the throbbing organism of the crowd convulsed, like a twitch in an angry old man's forehead. A woman was thrust into him, all elbows and bust. He grabbed hold of her shoulders and helped her stand upright, only marginally aware of the living wall he himself was leaning against.
She was shorter than him, which wasn't uncommon. Her hair might have been naturally curly, but in the humidity of the club had rendered it so much frizzy fuzz.
"Sorry about that," she shouted, moving her shoulders with the effort to reach the necessary volume for communication.
Leo shook his head. "No problem," he shouted back. For a moment he thought that they would both return to the dance, but the woman kept on smiling at him. He blinked at her, suddenly uncomfortable with the oddly eager person bumping into him from behind.
The woman pointed to the nearest door and, cupping her other hand to her lips, shouted, "D'you mind?"
He never did. He nodded, then held a protective arm against her back, assisting her through the crowd to the door, occasionally dancing along. It was almost a shame to leave. He liked this song, and even with the interruption, he could still feel a pleasant buzz over his senses.
Still, there was plenty of time. Traffic was always forgiving at night, at least in this city.
On the other side of the door, he had more time to look at the woman who had bumped into him. Short and frizzy were not shining recommendations, after all. In the colder air, her hair seemed to calm down, and the more natural light of the moon suggested that her hair was actually a nice brown rather than the neon red it had appeared to be in the club.
"It's nice out, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It's probably gonna rain." Leo grinned at the prospect, slipping his hands into his pockets. "What's your name?" he asked.
"I like that. Sherry. Bet I can guess your favourite drink."
Even while he winked at her, she giggled in a forced, tinkly manner, and pretended to punch him in the arm. "It's a pomegranate margarita, smart aleck."
"That's exactly what I was going to say."
The laughter faded, and Leo found a wall to lean against. The bricks felt so cool and hard that he wondered if it would have made a difference if he was wearing a shirt or not.
Sherry took a few steps forward and settled a hand on his arm. So gentle that it tickled, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. "What's your name?"
They didn't always ask him that. He tilted his head, smiling so slightly that the expression could have been mistaken as sardonic. "Do you want the short version or the long version?"
"What's the difference?"
"About thirty-seven letters."
The hand on his arm tightened, the increase in pressure barely noticeable. Sherry tilted her head in the opposite direction and leaned forward. Her smile was somewhat dubious, but no less inviting for that. "You're making that up."
"Promise I'm not."
"What's the short version, then?"
His smile faded. The bricks dug into his back, reminding him just how little space there was between him and Sherry. "Leo," he said, unable to think of a clever lie. It would have been a wasted effort anyway.
There was a brief pause, and then Sherry laughed. Nervous energy raised the pitch of her voice, and Leo realised that her hand was shaking, now holding tightly to him. "Leo," she repeated, attempting a low, seductive whisper, "I've never done this before."
Trying to shift free of the oppressive brick, Leo blinked. "You've never done what?"
All traces of confidence left Sherry. She let go of his arm and took a half step back, a torrent of emotions playing across her face like a flickering television. "This," she said, gesturing with her hands. "Thisthis
with a guy I don't know."
Free to move away from the wall, Leo straightened and rubbed the back of his neck. "We're just talking."
"I know, but
it's never just talking. You seem so experienced, I thought
It would have been horribly rude to laugh, but the urge was still there. Still holding his neck, he managed a smile, then shook his head. "It's not a scheduled event. If you like me, we can go get a cup of coffee."
She smiled, exhaling in a very brief laugh. "I-I think I would like that."
This guy is definitely dangerous.