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LEONARDO DAVID VALOS
NAME ;; Leonardo David Valos
NICKNAMES ;; Friend and foe alike tend to err towards the vernacular of Leon or Leo when calling for his attention, while the adventurous dare to murmur left feet in his presence. Very few leave his presence unscathed in lieu of the latter pet name, so it's utterance is usually reserved for when he's well out of earshot. For safety's sake, of course.
AGE ;; 23
DATE OF BIRTH ;; 17 July 1977
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Muggle-Born Wizard
YEAR ;; Alumni
HOUSE ;; Ravenclaw
OCCUPATION ;; Leonardo currently struggles to maintain two jobs. First and foremost, he seeks to maintain his position as a trainee Ministry Official in the Aurors Office, whilst being flustered with a barman position at the ever-popular Leaky Cauldron of Diagon Alley.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Heterosexual
PLAY-BY ;; Jason Behr
LEONARDO is ;;
--- CYNICAL ;; Leonardo is a man who believes in the worst of humanity rather than the best of humanity. Even in these supposedly celebratory times, he finds a way to twist the facts and happenings to give them a more pessimistic spin, a trait he immediately regrets when his innermost thoughts begin the fear mongering that has perpetuated in light of Voldemort's downfall. His cynicism is not without reason, as it is defined by a milieu of negative experience, but by the same token it is an extremely ignorant cynicism as Leonardo has always had a tendency to disregard the positive moments of his memory. The amalgamation of all this makes his demeanour slightly antagonistic when meeting new people, but has also made him a fiercely loyal comrade if a friendship blossoms from such meetings. Alas, friendships are limited for the cynicist as first impressions are everything, leaving his true nature in the dark as people tend to not want to deal with his glass-half-empty, antagonistic approach to life.
--- GENEROUS ;; Leonardo, as a holistic person, is riddled with conflicting sentiments and virtues with generosity being at the forefront of such personal hypocrisy. Much of his generosity comes at the detriment of himself, wherein his own time, his own galleons and his own work is sacrificed to aid someone close who is in need. To an extent, his generous nature has contributed to his cynicism as it has been taken advantage of numerous times and has led to conflicts of interest where an act of good intent has been met with an antagonstic reception, leading him to be wary of his instinctual generosity but unable to muffle it. The Leaky Cauldron can attest to that, as their weekly profits almost never match their stocktakes. Nonetheless, the famed pub has let him slide on his propensity to give freebies, as it has attracted a few more loyal patrons. Flexibility pays, as he'd say.
--- WITTY ;; People who cross Leonardo, even briefly, can usually attest to others his sharp-tongued, quick-thinking nature. That is to say, he will rarely ever lose a war of words with friend or foe, even when playing the role of devil's advocate. His absorption of random trivia, general knowledge and street smarts have amalgamated to make him a popular man in the milieu of random discussion and debate, wherein his vast recollection of useless facts can usually be plucked to give the edge to someone in need of a bit of help in a tirade about just about anything. However, this swift and cunning wit of his is too fast for even his own tongue sometimes, in which he will articulate things that should never be said, leading to either a quick recovery on his part or angry tirade from the recipient of his foolish tongue. Even so, his wit has been a popular point of his personality not only for it's ability to hush other people, but also it's humorous utterings and amusing tirades. The Auror's Office enjoy his wit as it levels the mood in the office, as do the patrons of the Leaky Cauldron for a quick humor fix.
LEONARDO'S patronus is a ;; hybrid cross between a male lion and a female tiger, of which the offspring is a liger
LEONARDO'S boggart takes the form of ;; a possessed disco ball, zooming around uncontrollably in the air with a malevolent laugh. It's a very dull, juvenile fear stemming from an embarassing moment in his younger years of Hogwarts, but he still despises whole-heartedly the notion of a dance or a ball of any kind. As such, his utmost fear has translated to an immense, gratuitous hatred.
LEONARDO adores ;; the scent of parchment, quidditch, football, competition, chocolate frogs, paternity, introverts, psychology, the rain and thunder, mixed martial arts
LEONARDO abhors ;; excessive noise, the fumes from smoking, dancing and dances, summer, piercings, pygmy puffs, mondays, the rich, the claustrophia in diagon alley, fear mongering
As a muggle born male living in suburban England, Leonardo's childhood was hardly anything to brag about. His father, David Valos, worked as a newspaper editor whilst his mother, Catherine Valos, mainly occupied her time at home tending for the pair's modest home. The arrival of Leonardo into the world on the 17th of July 1997 was, to say the least, rather unexpected - well, not the birth itself but news that Catherine was pregnant. Leonardo's parents weren't necessarily the most affectionate - they hadn't planned on children any time soon, and as such were slightly dismayed that much of their freedom would be stripped away to care for a mewling, dependant child who could contribute nothing but noise in their otherwise tranquil home.
By the age of three, however, Leonardo's parents had begun to warm to their child. Of course, this was after he had displayed some semblance of brilliance in his mind. Leon was a naturally bright toddler, but their attempts to foster his talents were futile as he much preferred to sleep his days away or read nonense literature. When it became clear to his embattled parents that Leon was to grow to be a highly independant child, they began to stray from him as parents and became more like sponsors, with he a tenant in their home. David and Catherine Valos were not 'bad' people or 'bad' parents in any way - they merely could not adjust to a life of parenthood. This continued throughout Leon's childhood, wherein he longed for connections and bonds on the same level of his peers. The absense of 'true' parenthood, as he defined it, made him determined to one day become a father himself.
Days became indistinct for Leon. Whilst his mother and father would journey out late into the night for their balls and dinners and dates and movies, he would occupy the house with microwave dinners and mediocre prime time television or some sort of escapist literature. This routine began at the age of six. Many would call it irresponsible parenting to leave a child as young as six at home alone in the wee hours of the morning, but even as an adult Leon dismisses such claims, reminiscing on the fact that he was highly individualistic in his youth. At school, this too remained true. He excelled as the quiet achiever, preferring to stay out of the limelight and keep to himself, leading him to be labelled as the proverbial 'weird kid'. He was undoubtedly one of the brightest children in his school, but teachers rarely noticed him and as such that fact remained hidden to his oblivious parents.
On Christmas day in the year of 1985, Leonardo performed his first magical act, at the age of eight. Left at home for Christmas Eve whilst his parents attended a party, Leon was disallowed the opportunity to have a sleepover with classmates as transportation was problematic due to his parents commitments. Even though Leon had resigned himself to a loner's life in his schooling days, this had troubled the child as it was his opportunity to socialise and make friends. Being a lonely child wasn't always a good thing. Upset at home over this fact, and the fact that his parents hadn't spared a thought to gift him with a present for the Christmas period, Leon's bottled up rage caused him to set alight the Christmas tree. He recalls throwing the television remote at the tree and watching it burst into flames, flames that progressively scorched the entire living room.
The source of the fire was put down to electrical malfunction when the police and fire bridgades arrived, whilst the negligent parenting was never discovered. Suffice to say, Leon was put under a more watchful eye by his parents although they never explicitly blamed him for the incident. His wizardry was left untapped and undiscovered from there on until the letter from Hogwarts arrived. Naturally, as muggle-borns, his parents waved the letter off as a ludicrous prank but they persisted, forcing them to fold and respond and investigate upon it all. Resultantly, they were awed at this secret society living in the depths of the world, and even moreso awed at the fact that Leon was part of it. They were more keen to be involved in his life, but their seperation from his life to now had created an impenetrable barrier between them.
Leon was too awed to feel any emotion towards the facts he had learnt. Suffice to say, he was ecstatic about it all. His years at Hogwarts were amongst the best of his life, albeit he soon learnt the prejudices that accompanied it. He was deeply embroiled in the tensions between pure bloods and muggle borns, and was determined to stamp out the snobbery emanating from the mostly Slytherin cohort. Chosen as a Ravenclaw, Leon felt that dealing out punishments with magic wasn't humilating enough for the hate mongerers, and thus in his holidays at home, he underwent rigorous training in mixed martial arts. Home life was stale and boring, as his parents didn't appreciate what was learnt at the wizarding institutes. They thought it would make life luxurious, but that wasn't the case. As such, Leon was free to do as he pleased.
Proficient in magic and hand-to-hand combat, Leon was a force to be reckoned with in the rivalry between the two warring groups, but suffered his fair share of injuries and humiliations. All this culminated to an event that he has never been able to live down. At a dance in his fourth year, his formal shoes had been jinxed. Throughout the night, he and his partner were fine to dance and frolick, but at the height of the festivities, the jinx kicked in, causing him to kick uncontrollably around the dance floor, chipping his partners teeth, injuring numerous others and causing him to experience irreparable humiliation. From this the hated pet name 'left feet' entered his life, leading to numerous fights, detentions and scuffles that usually ended with him having curses and his foe with bruises and cuts.
From there, the threat of Voldemort had permeated into the lives of all, putting on hold much of Leon's regular schedule. Hogwarts life had been disrupted and began to pervade into home life, with the threat of Death Eaters and Dementors becoming very real in the usually oblivious muggle world. Leon, from there, was more concerned with protecting his family at home than despising them for apathetic parenting. Despite wanting to be part of the fight against Voldemort, Leon didn't have much of an impact. After graduating from Hogwarts, he opted to go into the Ministry and utilise his dualistic talents in combat as an Auror. He effecively seperated himself from his parents and has been working to become his own person, working two jobs with very little galleons to his name. Things are looking up for the embattled wizard, but who knows in the aftermath of such a cataclysmic century.
It was easy for some people to think rejection was an easy thing. Usually the 'rejectors' thought it was nothing, but they'd never really been rejected, had they? Never been turned down on a date, or a trip to the cinema or to the school dance. The question that he would pose to himself was simply, if he did ask her out on a date or something, would he be rejected? Would he feel the empty feeling, making him to fall into a small state of depression, banging his head against the wall for being such an idiot? It wasn't like he could just ask one of her friends if she'd mentioned him before. That'd be awkward, invasive and create a whole lot of questions. She never really did show any signs of any feelings towards him other than being an affectionate friend.
Of course, she'd done the mild flirting, every now and then...It was somewhat a constant thing, but it was all innocent. The mild caress, a few hugs that maybe lasted a bit too long, maybe a little peck on the check that lingered a little close to the lips. As her hand descended to his leg, his eyes followed curiously, thinking she dropped something. His eyes followed back up to the table, unknown to him that she'd not dropped something. As her hand brushed against his muscular legs, another jolt running throughout his skin, the hairs on the back of his necks standing still. An accident, a flirting move, or something more? Those questions lingered in his mind as her hand moved from the area. He noticed the contrast of size between their legs, but somehow, the picture seemed perfect. Were his eyes veiled with foolishness? He hoped not.
As the barman came towards their table with a wide smile, he clutched the ten dollar note in his fingers and twirled it while she ordered. As usual, she ordered the same drink she'd usually order, a Dr. Pepper. She ordered that everytime , and he knew it; he knew it was her favorite, and that she didn't really have the taste for Pepsi. Were those kind of things the things that said he was paying attention just a lil' too much? Maybe. He paid the man and he bustled off to the bar to get the beverage and change; he'd probably go for a surf or something once it was over. Cao might be making him go broke; he wouldn't hear of her paying for anything when he was around. Why? Just one of those things he did.
"Heh, might set a record since there's so many people on the beach. Looks good, got to wonder what the after-party'll be like." He said with a casual shrug, as her fingers danced against the tattoo on her hipbone. He smile tugged at his lips as she made that little biting lip gesture, looking cute on her. His eyebrow quirked up in surprise, and a little sheepish grin spread across his face. No-one better to meet like him on the beach? Was that a little flirt, or truth? No, she had a very truthful aura about her. She was being truthful; was that a sign? Could've been, he wouldn't really know. His mind pushed him onwards, and for some reason, he obliged. "Well, if it looks good, it'd be good to go to. You wanna go tonight?" Did he just ask her out? 'Did I just ask her out?' He thought to himself. Well, it just did sound like he did.
Hey there! I'm ANTONIO. I'm SEVENTEEN, and I've been been role playing for SIX YEARS. I found LMCI through PROBOARDS SUPPORT. My favorite Harry Potter is the PRISONER OF AZKABAN.
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