VON GRIMM, leon

[LEON VON GRIMM]

IF I'M A BAD PERSON

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LEON KEITH VON GRIMM

hi, my name is Rәvolutionary. i got nineteen candles
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out six of them. my other characters would be none
and you can contact
me by pm

I GUESS I'LL MAKE

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NAME: leon keith von grimm
NICKNAME: grimm
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
AGE: twenty three
BIRTHDAY: may 3rd, 1987
SPECIES: demigod
PLAYBY: garret hedlund

IT'S A CIRCLE

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HEIGHT: 6’4”
WEIGHT: 173 lbs.
DISTIGUISHING FEATURES: multiple scars across his back, multi-colored streaks in his black hair [red, orange, blue, green, purple & white], bi-colored eyes [left: electric green || right: dark purple]
PERSONAL STYLE: to sum up leon’s style in three simple words, it would be: black. leather. chains. almost the typical goth, he will usually wear black leather pants with black leather boots, either a black or dark colored t-shirt, and a black jacket with a dark grey scarf. Chains are strewn throughout his attire in various places.

I CAN'T EXCITE YOU

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ANYMORE[/center]

LIKES:
+ playing the guitar
+ capture the flag
+ his motorcycle
+ dyeing his hair
+ technology
+ his powers
+ the dark
+ fighting
+ training
+ sleeping
+ singing
+ music
+ girls

DISLIKES:
- being forced to do something
- being looked down upon
- listening to authority
- anything annoying
- the olympian gods
- hypocritical idiots
- aphrodite kids
- dionysus kids
- apollo kids
- conformity
- weakness
- the titans
- ares kids
- the light

STRENGTHS:
+ sword fighting
+ the martial arts
+ his powers
+ lying
+ stealth

WEAKNESSES:
- asking for help
- overconfidence
- impulsiveness
- teamwork

DREAMS:
+ to become stronger than any other demigod
+ to revive his band to their former glory

FEARS:
- losing those he cares about
- being powerless
- rejection

FATAL FLAW:
- his tendency to hold grudges

PREFERED WEAPON:
+ a double-edged stygian iron blade etched with gold
+ Bow & Arrows

ABILITIES:
General
+ has ADHD, which allows him a heightened sense of awareness in combat.
+ is dyslexic because his brain has been "hard-wired" for Ancient Greek.
+ being a son of Hades, he is one of the more powerful demigods

Necrokinetic Powers
+ can tell when someone he loves is in the underworld, being judged
+ can put humans and skeletons to sleep, by pointing at them
+ the ability to kill creatures from the underworld
+ can summon and communicate with the dead
+ can sense when a mortal or half-blood dies
+ able to release souls into the underworld
+ able to banish or resurrect the dead

Umbrakinetic Powers
+ able to bend shadows into shields or weapons
+ able to bend shadows to conceal himself
+ radiates fear and death
+ able to shadow-travel

Geokinetic Powers
+ able to call forth stygian iron from the underworld
+ able to manipulate rock, turning them deadly
+ can create large rocks to block entrances
+ creating passages to the underworld

Pyrokinetic Powers
+ creating flaming fissures of hellfire, which swallow the living and dead
+ manipulation of hellfire

ANYTHING ELSE:
honesty: if one thing can be said about leon, it’s that he’ll tell you the truth, even if that isn’t what you want to hear. about as blunt as a spoon, leon will never sugarcoat the situation, and will give you the straight up, bare-boned facts, no matter how uncouth or vulgar they may be. not one to really care what others tend to think, leon will tell someone straight-up what he thinks of them, and how annoying or disgusting they may be.

sarcastic: one of the major aspects of leon’s personality is the use of a sarcastic remark to its full effect. used in his everyday speech, it is hard to tell if he is being truthful or just sarcastic, but will use it to twist his words and other’s to his advantage, to make full use of a situation. so well versed is he, half of the time that he says something, he leaves many confused as to whether he is being serious or just rude; leaving many to wonder about his mental state.

anger: leon has a rather cynical, sarcastic, and dry, dark wit to him that only comes into play when he gets rather frustrated. An unequivocal pessimistic, Sam will express his frustrations in the most violent ways possible. If it causes a lot of bodily harm, he’s happy. Yet, at the same time, his rage scares leon, as he is unable to really control himself in this state, mostly running off of pure instinct. It is what he would consider one of his fatal flaws, bundled alongside his grudge holding.

responsible: responsible to a fault, leon will make sure that everything that he needs to do gets done in the shortest time possible. the ultimate epitome of a lazy slacker at heart, but when it comes down to getting things done, leon will take the time and the effort to make sure that everything is meticulously perfect, and doesn’t look like it’s thrown together in like five minutes. it doesn’t matter if he feels like doing it or not, which he probably doesn’t, if it has to get done, leon will do it and will make sure that it gets done right.

impulsive: leon is a rather impulsive individual, doing what he feels is right at the time a decision needs to be made and doesn’t look back with any hesitation. rushing head first into many situations, leon does not think half of the time as to what he what he is really getting into. it is one of the times that leon doesn’t really think with his head, instead with his heart.

smarts: a rather intelligent young man, leon has the knowledge of someone quite a few years ahead of his time. an avid reader, and researcher, leon has developed a pseudo-photographic memory over the years, which has allowed him to recall most things that he has read and memorized well enough within the last ten years. additionally this is what has allowed him to have almost all AP or honor levels in his tutoring.

manipulation: always twisting a situation around to fit his needs, and how he wants things to go, leon is a rather ruthless manipulator. using all of his skills and knowledge, leon will do anything to make an argument go in his favor, or to get someone to agree with him over another, he will even use it to get out of trouble at camp or with the authorities. so, while he may seem just like any other teenager out there, he is in fact a lot more wise than others, making him all the more dangerous. so getting on his bad-side is not a good idea.

WHERE'S YOUR GABLE

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OLYMPIAN PARENT: hades
MOTHER/FATHER: natasha von grimm
SIBLINGS: nico di angelo [half-brother] || bianca di angelo [half-sister] {Deceased}
PETS:N/A

WHAT'S MY OFFENCE

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HOMETOWN: London, England
HISTORY: leon keith von grimm was born just after the stroke of midnight on may 3rd 1987 in the heart of london. His mother, natasha von grimm, was a world-famous model, an international icon loved the world over, and he was conceived when she had fallen head over heels in love with his father, hades, the lord of the dead. she was in fact, one of the few of hades’ mistresses that new his true role in the world, and the danger that came with it. it was because of this danger, that they reluctantly broke of their relationship, to keep their child safe from the force that would seek to hurt him.

as he aged and grew, leon had a relatively easy life, if a slightly lonely one, due to the fact that they were constantly moving, to keep up with all of the photo shoots that his mother had to go to. it was because of this, that leon has never set foot in an actual school, relying on the tutors that his mother hired to teach him everything that he currently does. he never even had time to make a proper friend.

then again, there was an ulterior motive to all of the moving that they did, because even if she had broken off her relationship with hades, natasha and her son were still susceptible to all of his enemies, as well as the monsters of the underworld who sought out demigods indiscriminately. over the fourteen years she had separated from hades, there had been no major monster or god-related incidents that had plagued their lives, and for that, natasha was extremely thankful. however, that was all soon about to change.

by the time he was sixteen years old, leon could honestly say that he had a great life, he was considered a graduate of high school, with high honors, had a good relationship with his mother, and had even broken into the music business with his band Night of the Gods, being signed by the world-famous EMI group. he was on top of the world, flying high above the clouds; if only he had realized what goes up, must come down, and he was about to come plummeting back down to earth, hard.

it was on the eve of his seventeenth birthday, and the record company had thrown a massive party for him, inviting a whole bunch of bigwigs from the company, and a lot of other musicians that they had signed; over all, it was a good party that went off without a hitch. it was only after the party, once he and his mother had returned to their penthouse, that everything began to go down hill.

the first warning sign should have been that the door was unlocked, but they had just waved it off as forgetfulness on their part, and entered their home. yet, they knew that something was immediately was amiss when the electricity was out, and there had not been a single storm all night. as they entered the living room, they noticed two figures seemingly waiting for them on their couch; one was a strikingly beautiful woman, who looked like nearly all of the girls he ever liked, while the other was a large man with slick black hair, and red-tinted wraparounds, and even though it sounded crazy, it seemed as if he had fired for eyes.

his mother had instantly had a horrified expression on her face, and stepped in front of leon, to seemingly shield him from them. Asking what they wanted, all his mother got in return was a mirth-filled laugh, as the man simply pointed at leon with an increasingly wide smirk, and his mother seemed to get the meaning right away, even though he was left in the dark. what happened next was a blur to him, as all four figures in the room jumped into motion, and darkness soon claimed him, as he lost consciousness from a blow to the head.

the next time he woke up, he was sore all over, with a major pain in this back. he soon realized he was in a hospital, being brought in a near three weeks previous by a band mate who had stopped by his house when he never showed up for practice, and found him in the rubble of his home, left for dead, next to his already deceased mother. it took him another four weeks to be released from the hospital, the only lasting damages where the characteristic scars that he has on his back, serving as a constant reminder for what he has lost.

the loss of his mother, was an incredible blow to leon’s psyche, and he was such a mess over it that he even quit his job at the record label, effectively disbanding Night of the Gods, which would surface once again a decade later. taking time, he set all of his mother’s affairs in order; it took an additional week, but he was happy, because she could finally be laid to rest, like she so rightfully deserved.

he funeral was an unsurprisingly large event, after all she was a world-known icon, and many people he had met over the years, and even some he didn’t know had come to pay there respect to his mother, and offer him their condolences. however, neither acknowledged or spoke to any of the people that came up to him, fixing his empty stare solely on his mothers casket, as it was slowly lowered into the earth, next to her mother, father and twin brothers who had all died; they were surrounded on all sides by the von grimm, leaving him the last of the once noble house. as the hours passed, more and more people began to leave, until only one remained besides himself.

It was the one man who had not talked to him throughout the whole proceeding, and if he had to be honest, leon would have to say there was something very familiar about him, in fact, he would say he almost looked familiar. As the man approached, and leon got a better look at him, it suddenly struck him; there were definite differences, but it was almost like looking into a mirror, only the man before him has slightly graying black hair, and no streaks, a two deep, almost, soulless, deep black eyes that stared at him intently.

the man said that he was his father, a man that leon had not seen in nearly fifteen years. he had told leon that he had truly loved his mother, that she was precious to him, but they had to separate for some very important reasons, but in the end it didn’t matter, for they had found her. confused and angry, leon snapped, almost comically telling off the lord of the dead, ‘ listen here old man’ he had said, ‘i could really care less who you are, but I want to know if you know the two who did this, and where to find them. i have a bone to pick with them’. yet, the man before him only laughed an evil and mirthless laugh that sent shivers down his spine. his father then asked him what he was willing to do to get his revenge on those two, which in turn leon responded that he was willing to sell his very soul, to go to the depths of hell, to use up every last breath within his worthless body to see his revenge accomplished. his last response, about being worthless, earned him a slap on the back of his head, and a stern glare from his father, as he spoke in a harsh voice, ‘no child of mine, no child of hades, the lord of the dead, is worthless. You are in fact a very special young man.’

it was from this point that his father went on to explain that he really was the legendary olympian god, demonstrating his powers as proof, and going into the situation on Olympus and the tension between all of the gods. he then went on to recount the pact on the river styx that he, and his brothers zeus and poseidon had made, which said that they, the ‘big three’ would never have children with mortals again after the second world war had drawn to a close. the only problem being, that each one of them had broken it at least once. again, leon repeated that he ‘didn’t give a shit’ about the details, and he only wanted to know about the two that he was looking for. with a sigh, hades went on to explain that the two were in fact the goddess of beauty, aphrodite, and the god of war ares, sent on the order of the king of the gods himself, zeus to eliminate hades’ child, leon.

‘well then’ leon had responded, ‘i guess i have my work cut out for me. this changes nothing, I will destroy those two, god or no. and then I will topple the very king himself. They will pay.’ With a slightly evil smirk, hades said that he was proud of his son, and that if he wanted to be strong enough to take on the gods, he would have to come with him, to the underworld to train.

so that was how it went for the next five years, leon had spent nearly every waking moment trying to perfect his powers, which he had inherited from his father, and even creating interesting variations with them. yet, not all of the time was spent training, he also spent a lot of time getting to know his father better, as well as his stepmother persephone, coming to love her almost as much as his own mother. It was also during this time to control the inner rage that had plagued him ever since his mothers death, allowing him to look back o the situation more calmly than he had before, and even though he still wished death upon the three olympians as he did before, he realized that if he must he would work with them for the time being, seeing as there was an even larger threat, the monsters of the underworld, that had to be taken care of first.

the monsters had become more organized in recent months and had sent out more coordinated attacks on half-bloods, even rampaging across the western hemisphere, taking it as their own. even the boundaries around camp half-blood had become noticeable weaker with the increased monster attacks. Because of this, the olympian gods had decided to sent all of their known children to camp halfblood, including hades. to this effect, leon had been sent to reside within the newly build cabin thirteen, the new home for all hades children. though he was not happy with this decision, grimm realized that there was a method behind this madness, and has kept his mouth shut so far, receiving regular updates from his father.

new to camp halfblood, grimm has his reservations about the place, but over all it seems peaceful enough, and he has even had the chance to make some friends that he might actually be able to keep for more than a few months. however, the biggest shocker of all, yet a quiet pleasant surprise, was that all four of his fellow band mates from Night of the Gods had been dormant demigods as well, being of various olympian parentages. over all, his life hasn’t been too bad so far, there have been some major tragedies in his life, but there have been many good points to balance it out as well.

YOU'RE NOT A JUDGE BUT

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ROLE-PAY SAMPLE:

(from an x-men rp)
Sighing, Piotr sat down at the base of the steps in a cross-legged position. It was a really confusing time right now. Though he was happy to be back here at the mansion, seeing how everyone had changed after so long, and even now his little sister was here. As his thoughts drifted off in this new direction of his sister, Piotr thought back on the events that had actually led up to his return to the mansion. It was unavoidable, and yet he still felt torn up inside at how things turned out.

All he did was come home after he was done at the academy for good, and he saw that his father was beating his sister. He didn’t even really recollect what happened until it was to late… he was just so angry at the time. One thing had lead to another, he remembered yelling and screaming, and then transforming.. but after that it was really a blank. When he had come back to his senses, all he could see was the blood on his hands and the dead corpse before him; he couldn’t even register his sister’s hysterical crying in the background at the time. It was just too much at the time for him, he had not only threw-up at the sight, but had also past out at the pure shock at what he had done. Coming back around a few hours later, he grabbed his sister, threw everything they owned in a couple of suitcases and made their way to America. However, no matter what, it did not change the fact that he was his own father’s murder.

Seriously, how was someone supposed to deal with that? Returning to the mansion, he had gotten his sister a room, but had told no one of what he had done. How could he? They would look at him so differently afterwards, he couldn’t even really bear to face them as it was now. Worst of all though was his sister. She was so forgiving… she was supposed to hate him for killing there father, she was supposed to never even look at him again, swear vengeance on his very soul. Yet, she didn’t… she only smiled kindly up at him and said it was alright. How could she stomach looking at him, when he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror without throwing up? How could any of them stand to be around him when his hands were stained in blood?

WELL SENTENCE ME TO

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