Leon S. Kennedy

Years past the racoon city incident left a nasty scar on one rookie cop. (RE + DBD ask/RP blog!) 'What would you like to talk about?'

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Leon S. Kennedy arrives.

. . .After the dark incident of 1998, many find themselves in a rather dark predicament following the tragedy. One of those people, Leon s. Kennedy has found his way back to the surface of things, ready to take on more. . .

. . .He finds himself head to head with the Umbrella corporation once again. This time, talking to those on the way. . .

. . .But. . .

. . .Everything soon fell short to another realm. . .

. . .The entity's realm consumes. . .

. . . . . .

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}-Leon S. Kennedy.

}-28 Years.

}-6'1"

}-Current status: Alive.

}-Asks are - Open!

[ask-leon-s-kennedy]

The shade has found another camp. Confusion struck her until she found another. She stuck her knife in her back pocket approaching.

Soon up behind the other she finally spoke.

"Hello."

Blood splattered all over her clothes and mask, covering her hands. She had just recently gotten out of a match and had yet to clean up.

The camp was quiet besides the crows cawing beyond the fog. The man sitting down seemed a bit struck by the person's appearance doused in blood. That white mask felt so.. off-putting. He allowed himself to breathe as he stared at the strange woman for a moment.

"...Who're you?"

He spoke roughly though his voice held caution to the other. This wasn't an every day appearance by no means. He found himself staring at her blank eyes, unsure. Unfound.