#nerd!leon rp

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🕯️ 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓸𝓷 🕯️

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🕯️ CHREON WILL BE REAL 🕯️

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🕯️ chreon angst is my oxygen 🕯️

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🕯️ CHREON 🕯️

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teddy Chris and dandeLion

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"You've gotta be kidding me."

"I- That's- It- How?!"

"It was bombed! How the hell is it here?!"

"You've gotta be shitting me."

"Like I know?! Probably got dropped here like Jasmine Dragon was."

"An entire city?!"

"Do you have any other ideas?"

Three shockingly similar voices could be heard, seemingly unaware or uncaring of attracting undead attention.

(OOC: Hiya, @three-leons-in-a-trenchcoat here. Saw you pop up recently, so I decided to yeet my Leons at ya)

Leon runs with all his might, faster than he can breathe, jumping over obstacles. He sincerely hated physical education classes, especially the team games. But now it's a matter of survival. Otherwise, Mr. X will crush his head like an eggshell.

He skids on a turn, and to avoid breaking his leg, he throws it forward and slides sideways right into the wall. He falls not so much from distraction, but from the three shadows looming in the neon blue light where he intended to hide from the tyrant. Enormous and unusual silhouettes in the turquoise of the dim light on the wall, as ominous as the color from the further depths of other world.

It's a trap. Mr. X was just chasing him, and now three are waiting. Leon tries to catch his breath, his breathing so ragged that his own blood drums in his ears, and his fingers are numb from the cold inside.

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Sometimes I think I might be autistic. But I don’t know for sure because I'm absolutely terrified of psychotherapists, psychiatrists, and psychologists. Honestly, it feels like it’d be quicker to drag Albert Wesker to a pretrial sanity evaluation — even if I had to improvise and pull him straight out of a volcano crater — than to get me into an office

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[Headcanons]:

Leon talks to his dogs all the time. It ranges from simple everyday phrases to deep, introspective thoughts about his job. He often vents to them about his frustration with the higher-ups or tries to explain why he struggles to calculate or put his thoughts into words for his mission reports. Star tilts her head back and forth in that funny, adorable way, listening to him with absolute concentration.

Leon runs incredibly fast, yet he constantly feels like he is neither fast nor smart enough. He believes there is no real need for weapons if you can find a way to complete a mission with minimal bloodshed. To put things into perspective, a pace of 2.75 minutes per kilometer is roughly 22 km/h (or 13.6 mph). He used to run back in high school, but he never pushed himself this hard until after the Raccoon City disaster.

Leon pushes his body to a breaking point during training, entirely driven by survivor's guilt. He lives in constant terror of failing a mission. Deep down, his biggest fear is that if he proves to be incompetent or slows down for even a second, the government will take Sherry away from him.

Leon genuinely hates violence and weapons. For him, going through advanced combat training is nothing short of mental torture. He endures it only because he treats his extreme physical conditioning as a tool to save lives, rather than take them.

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The little witch Leon conjured Chris the gargoyle✨

I drew this really fast, and I rarely have this much fun when drawing.

Headcanons:

Leon has a little tail; according to legend, witches have them.

He has dandelions in his hat and long ear-ribbons at the bottom, which can be tied to keep the hat from falling off and to protect his real ears. There is also a dandelion at the tip of his hat, but for now, it is fluffy and white.

Chris clearly doesn't understand why he was summoned, but he protects this witch from any hunters.

Leon has fuzzy feet, just like a hobbit.

He has a witch mark on his lower back, right where his tail begins. The mark is slightly hidden by the fur that extends from the tail.

Leon brews decoctions for Chris when he is wounded, grumbling about how the stones on his body are spreading.

Chris wraps his wings around Leon when they sleep. Leon's tail curls around Chris's tail.

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