HALE, leonardo "leon" julian

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NAME:

Leonardo "leon/leo" Julian Hale.

AGE:

Real age: (lemme do math).
What he looks like: Mid-twenties.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

Human, Demon, Angel, Fallen Angel.

NATIONALITY:

Greek & Germanic.

OCCUPATION:

He is an O-4 MAJ Airforce Major in the Airforce and a spy for the American government thanks to his achievements and growth with his education within the CIA (was a CIA agent as well as some other lesser governmental occupations). He was a O-4 LCDR Lieutenant Commander in the Marines, an ex-ranger (hated it), and many warriors throughout time.

APPEARANCE:

I say I’m one of the average blokes? I guess? I can’t really describe myself well but I guess I can try… I am a man of Greek and Germanic descent (after much research, never again I say). More or less, my ethnicity is Greek as I have the most connection to it. Nonetheless, I do look a little Irish… I don’t know why. It might be because my hair now has lost it’s fade and due to chemicals from who knows where, it has a slight blond hue in it, which the highlights make it this weird brown-mixture that almost seems a little orange given the right light. I don’t know. I think my hair looks a little orange sometimes? Usually It’s this dark brown though and half the time I try to mask it with coloration. When I am blond is when I got furious and just gave up. My eyes change color (found out what hazel means now) but they’re more or less this bright blue. Not like the blue in Tron, but pretty close. It’s a light blue much like all my children. Guess blue eyes are more dominate in my line. Who knows, who cares. Thanks to my past and I guess personality, I am a very masculine figure. Biceps, triceps, the eight pack, you name it. I am a solider and though I look tough, my muscles aren’t for show like someone in the Army. Mine are real, strong, and I will prove you wrong. Oh! And I stand a little over six feet. I dare say my height fluctuates as much as my weight does. It’s annoying. One day I’m taller than my kid and the next it feels like I’m a midget! Okay, I kid, I kid; I over-exaggerate, but still… The point is I lose an inch, I gain an inch. It’s weird but there it is.

CELEB CLAIM:

Charlie Hunnam.

PERSONALITY:

What am I like you ask? Psh… Difficult… You’re asking way too much of me now. First it was talking about what I look like and now it’s about how I am. Well, since I can’t ignore this, might as well give my opinion. A-hem… Well, I come from a past of morals, teachings, and beliefs. So I guess one can say depending on the given situation at hand, I am a moralistic man. The coupling before marriage thing I didn’t really care for though as my mother was kind of in the same boat and I wish not to knock her line. From what I see with people I know and even my children; I am a hard man to read and please. I… I’ll admit, I don’t show much emotion and if I do it seems to be this serious scowl on my façade. I guess people misinterpret it as I’m always disappointed at things. True, sometimes I may be, but let not my appearances fool you. People say I look like I’d sock them in the kisser… I look mean and ragged. Though when you talk to me, I’m the sweetest thing ever. Someone called me a saint. They said they were scared to talk to me but glad they did. I’m just the proof that appearances are deceiving. I am a rash man. A rough and hard teacher to my children. Maybe I was a little too rough in the past but then again things were all fresh and new to me.

I am a man to admit my faults if I see them. I will admit sometimes I am wrong and I say I’m right and stand proudly to that, but when I know I’m wrong I am not afraid to say it. Besides me being a rough teacher and ‘rough around the edges’ sort of character, I am also persistent, though like I was taught by my ‘parents’: “Peruse your dreams but don’t be a fool”. I take these words to extreme heart as they are true. Guess that means I’m an opinioned fellow if I’m talking out? Heh. Anyways… I know my boundaries and limitations. I will go for my goals and dreams, but if they’re unreachable, I don’t even try. I know the result and if it’s foolish I don’t bother. Call it common sense. If I know I can’t be the Commander of the Army I don’t even try. But other higher ranks are open for the taking. Also, don’t test me or use me… I’m not an angry fellow and tend to not yell or anything but don’t test me. I am a Greek warrior; you do not mess with people from Greece… Hmm, let’s see here… Rough character, rash, difficult to approach, kind, caring, supportive, moralistic, opinioned, goal-orientated, fatherly… All that but not a fool. I guess that summarizes me a bit. Though for more information and stuff, you should ask my children. They could probably give reasons why and maybe something I’ve overlooked.

LIKES:

Order. Structure. Certain morals that have values. When people express common sense. Freedom. Relaxation when needed. Being active. Justice. My children. When history is represented correctly. Hearty foods. Working out. Being active (mentioned twice, see how important that is to me?). Correct grammar. Learning new languages. Seeing new sights and cultures. Star Trek. When you fix the computer correctly without knowing anything about them or even knowing what you actually did to fix it - makes me feel like a god.

DISLIKES:

Politics - back then it was more logical, now it’s a stupid child’s game of who’s better than the other; it sickens me. Stupidity. Star Wars. When people don’t leave an answer on my answering machine. Getting a ticket for no good reason. Working overtime which was not planned. Having to cancel anything. Being used. Being taken advantage of. Being a disappointment to anyone. Not being a good enough father. Sometimes I hate being alone in this world. Animal farts - they’re nasty. Religious people - like the extremes - as in won’t marry a non-Catholic or hates gays; it’s stupid, some religion is fine but don’t let it control your life. Bugs.

SECRETS:

Does my history count? The whole being born like three-thousand years ago and whatnot? If not, let me ponder… Hmm… I guess another secret of mine is that I killed my second wife. Though I believe my son knows of this secret I have yet to confront him, but however, to everyone else; it is one.

FEARS:

Fears? Well… I listed a few I believe in the dislikes section but… I am afraid of being a disappointment. Much as I don’t want my children to be one to me, I don’t want to be one to them. I’m afraid of being a failure in their eyes or not being a good enough father… Which I think I already did this. Still, it’s a fear. I am afraid to die again and this time not be able to be on Earth. So I guess I am afraid of death but when my time comes I do embrace it. Why fight death? It will only make things harder and win anyways. As for the last thing, hmm… I guess I am afraid of living alone. I may not show it or express my care towards the matter, but I remember being with someone; having a family… Living a good life until I went to war. The white-picket fence life I wish I had but it seems I can’t achieve it. I’m doomed to be alone, aren’t I? Forever and ever?

DREAMS:

Like mentioned in my fears, I want a normal life… Or if not normal then understanding and stable. A wife that knows crap happens and learns to accept it. Children the same as well. A decent life with the only worry is what happens on the job and that is all. No worry about my child hating me for I’m not there much or my wife cheating on me because she feels abandoned. Just the perfect apple pie life.

STRENGTHS:

Well I don’t mean to brag or toot my own horn, but strength itself for starters. I got the muscles to prove it. I have determination. Meaning I am goal orientated. I have common sense so I know my boundaries. I learned that kindness gives you more than rudeness - so caring and kind? And… Intelligence? On certain things. I’m no genius, but I’m certainly not below average. Some thing’s I’m just good at; electronics aren’t amongst them.

WEAKNESSES:

As for weaknesses… I am bad with electronics; mainly computers. I’d probably explode your modem and router knowing my outstanding luck. Another weakness is the opportunity to fight and prove myself strong. Family is my major weakness that has been exploited but… Hey, it’s family; though I may not look like I care, I do, and I’ll do anything for them. I try not to show it, but I am a vengeful guy. I will seek out revenge if it is served; which isn’t a good thing to have on you. Another one is the inability to grow a decent backbone for the one’s I care for - so I can easily be used if you know which buttons to push to control me.

HISTORY:

It was the funniest thing that happened with my birth… Okay, maybe not to funny in other people’s eyes, but when you lived with this story for your whole life, it starts to look funny. Even more so with television shows about being pregnant and not showing and not even knowing you were pregnant. Nonetheless, the beginning of my life was the start of what I was literally born into. I will not lie… I was born into this.

Ever heard of the Trojan War? Yeah, pretty popular. Even with that stupid movie staring Brad Pitt. Anyways, that was it; at the end of it in 1184 BC. My mother was a solider there - hiding in the ranks of men. It was frowned upon for this to happen but my mother, being who she is, snuck inside the ranks and signed up - ended up beating a few of her own people in practice battle that she had a spot on the army. Why did she join? I’ve heard that it was disobedience; to punish her family. She didn’t take too kindly to them at all for whatever reason. She never said. She just said that they aren’t important in my life. Being the child I was, I didn’t ask much questions if she gave me that scowl look. Anyways, the war… She masked her voice well and talked very little. She may have been small framed, but she was agile and skilled with the spear and sword. Battle after battle, she fought in, clearly oblivious to me inside of her stomach. Until one day. She was feeling under the weather, but nevertheless let that deter her. She was a high-spirited woman after all and didn’t let anything like a stomach bug, as severe as it might be, get to her. So she joined the few men on that horse.

I believe you know the tale from then on out, right? The horse was served as a gif while the Greeks ships hid from the Trojans. They of course, accepted this gift without even thinking and as they partied, the people inside, my mother amongst them, stormed out and started attacking mercilessly. Everyone in their path was deemed the same fate. Though some yards away form the horse my mother collapsed, holding her stomach tightly and dropping her sword. A comrade that saw this knew she wasn’t hit with any sword or spear nor had any blood on her like an arrow would cause. He ran to her and tried to help her up but she pushed him away. She screamed much like all the Trojan people were and fell on the ground. The pain was immense and some odd minutes later, I came into the world. I came in the middle of a battle, in the middle of the war. My first sights weren’t that of my mother but of people attacking one another and dying by the sword. The guy was shocked. So shocked that he almost told his commander, but this woman, who he thought of to be a man; a friend… He let her go. Told her to ignore the pain and just run! If she was caught by either Trojan or the Greeks, her fate might as well be the same. Taking me into her arms, she limped off at first before running off. She had to get out of there.

Even though my mother wasn’t the first thing I saw, what I did saw was remembered by me even to this very day. They say babies don’t remember things like that but I did. I remember what I saw. As she ran, she ran in the woods until she encountered another city, albeit it smaller. They at first questioned her due to her attire, but soon after much explanation and even use of coin, she was able to go on a boat with some traders back to Greece where she originated from. In the boat she sat down in the corner away form everyone. Usually she was a productive woman but with me, she was fragile. She held me in her arms, looking at my bright blue eyes with her light brown ones. Even though our eyes didn’t match she was my mother and I knew it. Even human, I felt this attachment, this yearning to be with her. During the watery travels, she sung gently into my ear and held me so cozily against her. She didn’t know she was pregnant and didn’t suspect it without any baby bump or anything, just some sickness that she thought was just war-related or homesickness. Apparently it was me trying to give her a sign. Nonetheless she didn’t leave me behind or hand me off. She held onto me forever and ever… I was her little boy and she was proud.

We returned to Greece in… I forgot how many days. All I remember were my mothers eyes and comfort. When the boat landed on shore at the docks, she got off like many of the others. She was far from home but nonetheless managed to get some kind people to help her. One was a trader named Leonidas, where my mother got my name - Leonardo. She her a variation on her way back home and decided to call me that. The man was kind so this was like out of respect or something. Oddly, the man lived in Delphi, right between the Gulf of Corinth and the Gulf of Patras. My mother was a single woman due to her leaving some arranged marriage her parents forced upon her. She never told me that but that’s what research has given me. I don’t know if it’s a hundred percent accurate, but it’s a good reason for her leaving. Instead of returning home, she stayed with Leonidas in his home. It was somewhat frowned upon but he gave the villagers an excuse that seemed to be less shunning on my mother. Even though I wasn’t his child he helped raise me after my mother told him what’s up. Whatever she said to him he seemed to be more fatherly towards me. I don’t know what she said since back then all English (or Greek for that matter) were ‘the unknown’ for me, I still bore witness to such acts and did observe things. I may not be a troublesome or crying baby, but I was very observant.

As a small child, I grew up strong and willful. My mother’s first lessons were manners and respect while Leonidias’ lessons were more around math and politics… Or well he tried. I was a small child but I was like a sponge. I often repeated things wrong but I still repeated them - meaning I knew them. Some years later, roughly five or so at best, I finally was able to pick up my mothers sword (yes she did have one). Over the years I kept crawling to it and touching it - never once got cut. Though now I was a little strong enough to drag it out of the spot she kept it and out in the open. I tried to lift it but I only got it up a few inches before my mother took it out of my hands and for the first time in my life - yelled at me. I was stunned, shocked, and a little scared. The three S’s I’d say. That was before Leonidas came and asked what happened. She explained and he seemed almost proud of me - said I had warrior in me. It was then I spoke about my mother being a warrior and she seemed to blush. Leonidas knew the tale but just hearing it from me seemed to be more persuasive. Things started to make more sense to him now.

Some years later, when I was in my teenage years, Leonidas and my mother finally became one under the sunlight in the plaza. They were considered a couple and now he was technically my father. My mother taught me morals and teachings and he taught me more politics and math. Both different parts of the teaching spectrum, but I absorbed them all. As for sword fighting, I learned on my own for years. My mother and Leonidas came in here and there to teach me new things or tell me to keep balance or whatever you will. Until one day my mother had enough and taught me for real. We used wooden swords but nonetheless it still left cuts and bruises on me. She didn’t give me any mercy for she told me that my enemy would never do the same. It was rough for me and very difficult, but finally after months and months, I finally got her on her back with my wooden sword in her face. Beaten by surprise from a teenager… Yup. I was her son alright. I had battle through my veins. Leonidas saw this and one day confronted me alone and asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I was heading to be a scholar or a political figure, but instead of saying one of those I said something else. A Greek solider.

I was told to always peruse my dreams but never to be a fool. What pay did it give me to fight? Not much since there wasn’t many wars now. It seemed as if the war on Troy was like the end of everything and peace raged on. Nonetheless I still fought and trained, while being a political figure and growing up with the teachings of scholars to better ready my brain and intelligence. When I was eighteen, after a year of ‘dating’ this woman, I married her. It was around the time of the birth of my daughter that I became a apprentice in the triad of higher officials of the counsel. I wasn’t in for I was too young but they expected a lot of me. I was young, inexperienced, but I still had potential and they saw it. Nonetheless I couldn’t do anything but give some of my opinions. Never did I once stand on the podium and state what needs to be changed or what will be done. I never got that privilege. I was still eighteen when my daughter Alicia. I expected a son and at first didn’t pay much attention to the child and instead focused on my studies. Don’t get me wrong I was still in her life I just… Wished for another. She was by far too fragile for me. She wasn’t like my mother who at least had some strength of Zeus and Aries in her. Alicia… She was a gift from the gods, but not what I had wished for. She was better off in the fields, picking flowers and tending to clothes than side by side in battle with me. That was for sure. I still showed her love, but like with my wife Moerae and even with my parents; I was somewhat of a cold and distant fellow; didn’t say much and expressed very little. Nonetheless, my wife knew I loved my daughter. I gave her things, I helped her, but apparently she saw deeper… My little girl saw that I was disappointed.

As I grew older in my mid-twenties and my daughter grew the same, she saw even more clearly that I wished I had a son. Though we tried for more kids; maybe one could be the son to carry my legacy and heir, I was blessed with nothing but my only daughter. She saw this and like me when I was little, picked up the sword or tried to. It was far too heavy but she kept on trying and trying. Moerae managed to catch her one day and she got cut. She was lucky it wasn’t severe. Though when I was told I yelled at her to never do such a foolish thing and for her to know her place. She then really saw the disappointment in my eyes that night. The next day I apologized for my outburst and took my little girl horseback riding… Until I was scouted out and informed to come back to the village for it was attacked. My daughter was only five at the time, myself; twenty-three. We galloped towards the village but I took her to some rocky hill formations close by. I told her to stay and wait and if she disobeyed me it would be the last. I needed her to get through her head that this was dangerous and she really needed to listen. I galloped to the village which was now in flames. I heard people screaming and my own people getting killed. Without thinking I rushed in on horseback and delivered a blow to the left, a blow to the right. I did as much as I could before being outnumbered. This was ridiculous. I soon made my horse gallop to my parents home since it was closer. No sign of death. No bodies… No blood. Just knocked down items. I hope they got out of there before anything bad happened.

Hoping for the better, I soon headed home even faster on horseback. My wife was there and I needed to get her and take her away. As I neared the door, I decreased in speed and jumped off of my horse. I stormed inside and screamed out her name. Though it was a bad move on my part and a bad move on hers to reply. She was hiding from five men that were inside the house. She said my name back and the guys now knew where she was. Defeat the girl first then take out the man. By the time I ran into the chambers where we ate food, my wife was killed before my eyes. In a feast of rage, I lunged at them; revenge filled my voids as I hacked away. I was slashed at and bleeding to death but the rage, the adrenaline, the revenge of a warrior flooded through my veins. War was my name and I was going to kill them all! I killed four but the last one was difficult. By that time I was all bloody and wounded. I was a dead man standing basically. Nonetheless I kept it up. It was a futile attempt and I knew it, but in my eyes it was better to try for this one - maybe I could nick or cut him? I knew I probably wouldn’t be able to take him down since he was undamaged and at full health basically. Though when my daughter came in and caused both of us to look over, he turned his attention to her. She screamed and ran away and out of my eyesight. I screamed back and tried my best to follow; though it was difficult when you were cut in so many places and losing so much blood.

As I ran (or what I considered running due to pain and my almost near inability to stand) to her bedroom, I saw the man trying to get to her. I managed to intervene when he grabbed her arm and knocked him to the side. My arm felt so numb but yet it still clenched the blade tightly. She screamed when she saw the man’s sword go through my body. I dropped my blade and held onto my chest when he withdrew the sword. As I fell to my knees, my daughter ran to my side. She tried her best to pick up the sword but it was far too heavy for her. The man laughed at her and even more so when I fell to my side. The light from my eyes began to fade. Nonetheless, my daughter went into action. I couldn’t see what she had done for my vision was blurred, but I tried my best to stay alive. This was the point in time that I defied death and tried to pull myself away. Death didn’t like that too much. One can say I learned my lesson to always accept. My daughter grabbed a shattered pieced of vase and stabbed the mans leg multiple times; making him fall to the ground. Then, my little girl delivered a fatal blow to the face. I didn’t see what happened but I remember the last thing I saw before I died… It was my little girl, her face speckled with red… Looking down at me before my vision went black.

What felt like an eternity was merely some minutes. My eyes snapped open and went into slits before turning into their rounded pupils. I saw, felt, and heard my daughter crying over my chest. Sitting up a bit I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I don’t know how I was still alive but I felt the pain… It just seemed lessened now. I could see again, I could breathe again, I could feel and smell again… And oddly I could… Feel what she was feeling… This odd sensation that I couldn’t explain. It was a sixth sense and what happened to me was I changed for the worst… I was given a second chance at life but due to my revenge, my hate, my many kills… I turned into this beast from the Underworld. A demon… Nonetheless, this second life… I kept it a secret. I told my baby girl I didn’t die, daddy was just resting his eyes. My home was saved thanks to the army I helped trained that returned from the shore - practicing. Though everything seemed to have happened too late. I lost my wife… I even lost myself for some moments… Almost lost my daughter… And I had no idea where my parents were. After that day and after everyone seemed to be recovering fine, I took my daughter, sold everything of no or little value, and traveled elsewhere with my daughter. Where did we go? Athens.

It was there that we started a new life. Due to the riches I gained fro my political stance and from what I sold back in Delphi, we lived a more flourished life. Simple, but flourishing. Even though I lost everything, my attitude to my daughter was very much the same. She shouldn’t be even touching a sword, she should be doing womanly things. She excelled in school, I didn’t show promise. She excelled in sword mastery. I didn’t show promise. She excelled in other things I sought her not, and yet she seemed to be striving for my approval. How come grandmother can fight? How come he can fight? How come she wasn’t able? It didn’t make sense to her or something, I don’t know what went through her head, but in my eyes ever chance she got, she defiled me. She went against my commands. She was a warrior and could defeat almost any guy that crossed her around the same age. I was not amused. I didn’t want this for her. What good is this for her? Not very good. She didn’t listen to me when I said that she needed to study philosophy and learn to cook. It didn’t seem interesting to her. What did though was a blade of any kind and a shield. She… Disappointed me, and never got my approval. She wanted to be the son I never had. She wanted to be the exception. She wanted to show me that I could be happy with her… Even with all my ‘not amused’ glances at her improvement (inside I was happy but I was thinking about her future; this wouldn’t hold well for her), she still persisted with it. She was as stubborn as me with goals.

She was eighteen now and was not yet married. Didn’t give me grandchildren or anything. She was somewhat of a disappointment in some ways but never really. She was life, she was my daughter… I was proud of her though didn’t show it so she kept on trying to get my approval. When she was in her twenties, mid-twenties, there was a call once for training. Like my mother, she pretended to be a male and joined even when I told her not to. When confronted by a military personnel if I had a son, I said I did; to protect her. If I didn’t she would have been killed for being a ‘woman’ in a man’s place. She hid well and served well for a decent amount of time before she was found out. Word didn’t reach me until days later but she was killed and not under my watch. I blamed myself for what happened to her. I was alone for some months… Non-aging and continuing political stances and campaigns until one day she returned to me… In the same armor attire that she died in. I embraced my girl and held her tightly like I did when she was but a child. Nonetheless, she was something else. Not necessarily like me but something more… Pure. Little did I know she was an angel. Sad to say, she continued her strand of heroics; trying to receive praise much like before. I paid more attention to her, but praise was never given. She was non-aging much like myself. We did move around Athens a bit until we gotten sick of it and soon moved to Sparta.

Just some years of peaceful living there, Sparta did something to create a stir with Athens. Surprise, surprise, Sparta and Athens were now in war. Many a time I told Alicia to not partake in this. I didn’t want her to die by being found out she was a woman, plus in my eyes, this was no place for a woman to be. I kind of lied to her and she missed the practice days to join. On multiple occasions. For years I fought alone. I fought against Corinth and Kerkyra… And later on I joined a Thebans army for they needed some more assistance and attacked Plataia - an alley of Athens, which started the Peloponnesian War. Oops. Anyways, I partook in that as well as the Archidamian War that co-existed with the first one. It was around the middle of the war that I found my daughter in battle with me. I had a scowl on my face but she didn’t seem fazed by it. Instead she kept on fighting with miraculous skill and valor. I was proud of her, alright. Very proud. From 425 to 403, my daughter fought besides me and I besides her. Though I was a little distain from what she was doing and disapproved of such behavior, I was proud that she was succeeding and all that. Still, she wasn’t content for she didn’t receive any of my praise or happy attention in such a manner. She kept on trying to succeed me - trying to make me proud. Trying to show me that a daughter can do something just as good as any man… Trying to make me happy. We won the war, but she didn’t seem to win my smile.

Years have passed and I have about given up on her marrying or having kin of her own. She was her own being much like myself… Except I was at the right place at the right time to meet my wife. She just never encountered that right spot and every time I scheduled for a meeting for a man of high worth that would do our family proud, she declined or ran off; defiling my authority. Though with all the moving and constant fighting (not at each other, as in training) we started to become more nomadic than anything as money seemed to decrease every time we moved to keep our non-aging attributes out of normal people’s eyes. My daughter and I did the best we could to survive and live with dignity and honor, though times got rough not just for us but for the economy. I soon found myself signing up for the Gladiatorial Games around 105 BCE. At first it was just me for once again I told my daughter to stay out of it. Though like she ever listens. Some years later, she joined in and fought with me. We were known as “Balius and Xanthus”; which were also known as the two immortal horses that pulled Achilles' chariot in the Trojan War; which I can proudly say that those horses never existed for my mother was there, but then again, my words were silenced under false tongue. I should not speak of such things in a time like the now. Thus I kept quiet and accepted the nickname.

It was around the time of 73 BC that things started to get more intense. Of course we moved around Italy and such so our covers weren't blown due to how long we stayed there to gain our first nickname. I was just seeing more abuse in the games such as the Ludus where one trained and even the Lanista and Dominus of the Ludus were getting crueler. If they only knew my previous political stance they would not treat me so rough, nonetheless I didn't mind it. I did voluntarily sign up for this. I was not a slave, I just signed up; and I was good. So was my daughter until 200 CE, where women were not allowed to partake in the games anymore. So my daughter was fending for herself outside the walls in a small home that we bought with the money form the games. That was one of the reasons why I joined this controversy; it wasn't for fame or anything, but to strengthen myself, learn more skills, and of course; be well paid. We would have upgraded into a larger villa and even train gladiators of out own but with much more kindness than what we have been going trough, but before we could (or me even having my daughter agree to this), it seemed as Spartacus' actions from all those years ago finally stirred up in the counsel. Or maybe they were just tired of the games? Either or, the Roman Empire finally disbanded and outlawed the gladiatorial games in 404 CE. Once again I was out of a job and with so much pent up energy as well as the will-power to fight something. Once again when we outstayed our visit, we moved; together... Like always.

Hundreds of years have passed since then and a lot of stuff happened. Nonetheless we were a father and daughter team. We fought together, trained together, ate together… We just had each other to look out for. Though when 950 AD (oh different letters this time; same thing as CE) The Crusades or “The Holy War” started to shine as Christianity started to spread like some kind of disease. I used to believe in the gods of old Greece, but during my travels and due to what happened to me, I was agnostic. Something was there but I didn’t know what to believe in. I was given a second chance and so did my daughter - who did die way back when. We were inseparable beings her and I, though I still yet smiled at her achievements. She still pushed for it and thrived for it. I was still proud of her deep down. Though now I'm getting off of subject here. The Crusades happened in 950. Sadly, we were in the area of one of the first waves that captured Jerusalem. The second crusade I didn't even partake in but rather relaxed while it happened. A woman had caught my interest and the whole war was meaningless and asinine for me to handle. So I somewhat settled down. After the second crusade ended, her and I got closer in a more intimate way and soon bared a son in 1148.

I've always wanted a son. Always dreamed of the gods or whomever was up there to give me one but it was never given to me. Maybe that was why I was so hard on her. It was when he was born that my daughter left my sights. I was about to soften myself up and show some more emotion but that just broke my heart. She was jealous and felt betrayed. That was why she left. I was not a fool, I knew of this. Yet I did not receive a goodbye; nothing. In her eyes I had what I wanted but in mine now I was an empty shell without her. Hundreds of years we spent together and now she was gone. I was depressed for some months, I will not lie, but I never did stop loving my woman and my son. It was when the crusade was in Spain, around the years 1157 and 1158 that I finally married Constance and we were now a real family. My first wife may have died a horrible death but I was stubborn and sure that nothing bad would happen to my new-found love, Constance. Let me ruin the story by saying I was a naïve fool for thinking such a thing. But back to my son fist... When he was a little child; he always saw me train myself and other men outside as well as go to war. He was a little child and soon started to pick up the blade much like what my daughter did. However, due to knowing what I have done to my girl, I took my sword back and told my son no. Though like my daughter, my son ignored my command. Great; disobedience and war flooded through my children's veins as well.

Though my wife soon started to turn more demon and it started to show. My son was only a child, no more than ten years old and she attacked him; hurting him pretty badly but nothing to cause permanent damage such as a loss of a limb or missing an eye. She was endangering him and so my demon side emerged and I attacked her. I didn't want to kill her, actually I refused to. I gave her three chances to overcome her insanity and act normally and logically, but that never happened. She attacked me and knocked me down before going towards my son, who she started to call a disgrace and a life-ruiner. I don't know what was going through her mind but she wanted me all to herself. She thought she could handle the child but her demonic genes said no. Her type of demon was different from mine and this wasn't working so to her in order to solve the problem was to kill her kid, which I didn't allow. Before she could, I intervened once more and this time killed her. It pained me so much... My heart felt like it was so raw and my chest ached so badly. I felt this pain before when my first wife died and then my daughter dying as well as leaving... This pained me... And even worse; my son saw. Ever since then, his eyesight on fighting increased. He wanted to be better than me to protect me. That was his reason. At first it was just because he was an honorable child and was curious (hey, honor flows in my veins as well) but now he had reason... And he was doing good.

Throughout the course of his life, he aged normally but as he neared his teens was when it started to slow down. It was eerie for me to witness such a thing in the small amount of time's I was there due to the fact I was dragged away by the Crusades that came and went throughout these ages. I wasn't a fan but I stated to go and the more I went for this crusade, at first to fight against but then I started fighting for... I needed honor and reason and soon I found one. Plus this new religion seemed more logical than the Greek one's I grew up. I was not aware of why they were having these wars. I was told and thus believed it was because of people threatening them and their god, which I could understand the fights. So I continued to fight under the Templar’s and the Kings, even the Pope and such and slain many people for this new god. Demon or not, I was starting to believe. And that was the point in time where it seemed that my fate was sealed – when I die next, my next stop was being an angel. But I won't get to that part now. Back to my son! He was finally past his teenage years and soon into adulthood; where he aged even slower. He fought beside me a few times but I still felt so weary and broken of losing him like I did with many other people close to my heart.

I started to confront him again and again about what he was doing. How dangerous it was and how badly I didn't want to lose him. At first he didn't want to believe nor listen to me and continued to fight honorably by my side – making me proud but not in the way I hoped for. It was some years later, around the seventh crusade that my son found a woman and put down his swore a lot of the time. I smiled finally, so relieved and happy that my son finally decided to put war behind him and settle down with this beautiful woman. I, however, had other battles to fight and so left the area a lot, but kept my eyes on him until he moved away at 1350 with what I hoped was his wife and family... I could be wrong though since the last time I saw him was months before the move. At least my son was happy and I knew where he stood. Though I lost him, I will one day find him. It was my goal in life. I moved around constantly to avoid suspicion I finally arrived in Europe. That was when the Black Plague hit. Sadly and ironically, I was one of the many that were infected and soon died. My death was painful I will admit, but my neighbor, a caring old woman killed me before the disease did. She and I both knew that it was too late for me, like many others she saw, so she listened to what I had to say and killed me almost painlessly. It was the fourth day of the infection and I was bedridden and suffering... So this was merciful. Though like before... What happened again for me was a second life. She left my abode and told people of the news that happened. The disease killed me – she helped like a good nurse would. But then as I was being carried outside to the pile of dead bodies to be carried off to burn, I awoke and squirmed. I was alive. They called it a message from the Lord that the disease would be ending soon... Which it didn't for quite some time. It struck England again in 1391.

Since then I've moved around a bit and soon caught myself in another war in which I was eager to fight in once again. This one? It was called the Napoleonic War. To be honest with you, I fought against napoleon and his absurd personality. Wanting to rule more? This wasn't the Spartan days with the Persians. This was more civil society! Nonetheless, it just goes to show you that humans can be more demons than I was. From 1790 to 1815, I fought in almost everything. From the Battle of Jemappes to the Battle of the Nile, to the Battle of Ulm to the last battles; the Battle of Waterloo and the Battle of Wavre... It was then that the man finally abdicated and all was well. I fulfilled my sense of honor and energy. After that I started my search for my children again. I looked vigorously for them. Searching in the most uncomfortable spots unimaginable. It was around this time that I started to change identities with paperwork by meeting specialized people supernatural like myself. I got different paperwork and was told of different names of people that could help in different areas. Getting illegally some paperwork for “the new world” I was soon shipped over there and started my new life. Maybe my children were there? Though I could not be certain, but it was calling me so I went there.

When 1861 hit I believed I sighed my biggest ever. I was in the North where things were more relaxed and free. The north fought the south for the obvious reason. I stayed at home, getting good excuses not to go. It was then that I met this woman. She was a fine thing both appearance and personality if I must say. She was the daughter of a very rich man so of course her elegance while walking the streets were always accompanied by many eyes, mine included, staring at her as she went. She had many men court her and she said no to almost all of them – even me, until I did something utterly romantic that seemed to get her attention. I did something more unique and my courtship was granted. Soon she became my girlfriend. Though she didn't get her father's blessing so I had to, of course, attend the family dinner over at her place. So I did. Her father was rough but kind... I guess you can say he was my twin, though not identical. He looked like he could kill me with a look, but he was the kindest soul out there, but don't underestimate him. He, unlike me, had a backbone and said no to things quite often; I, however, was not one of them. He approved and gave his blessing and we continued to date.

When the war ended in 1865 everything seemed to be going good. There were many years of no fighting or anything, just more laws and regulations to abide by. Nonetheless, it was five years we dated. She was a small flower just bloomed when we met, but now she was a dashing bigger flower. Like a small daisy compared to a huge rose; and more beautiful to boot. I proposed to her like the typical man would; one-knee and all. Hopefully third time was the charm and I could do better in choosing the right mate for myself. She said yes and soon we were married. She was the kind of girl with morals. She kept the whole after marriage moral in tact, but I didn't. Nonetheless, I respected her wishes and once we were married, I took her to the most romantic spot I could find in the countryside and it was there that we had our honeymoon. She didn't have our daughter until later on in life when she was in her thirties. She finally gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby girl. She reminded me of the daughter I never really praised and immediately sympathy and empathy took hold. When my daughter was still a baby, was when my wife confronted me about my non-aging. We had a problem. The marriage was almost ruined for she didn't accept me, but after some months of trying to explain myself to her and things begin sour – her even taking my little Keira away form me, I finally showed her my wings and screamed that I was her angel. Guardian angel? She questioned me and I said yes. It was a lie, but I loved her and darn it I will protect this one with my life once more! Nothing bad will happen to her!

Beatrice accepted me back into her life and we raised our little girl as happily as we could. She stayed with me for some more years (almost thirty more) until Beatrice finally died in 1913 from old age. She was in her sixties, almost seventies and I remained faithful though I did not age. Nonetheless she was my dashing angel herself and stayed by her side when she finally left me. Our little girl by that time had grown up and like the other children I had, she seemed to stop growing around her twenties. Guess it was my genetics then that did all this. Oh well. Either or, I raised my little girl with a more open mind-set instead of women had to be in the kitchen and out of the battlefield one. I didn't want her to grow up with war or anything like that in her life and so she didn't take up any sword or gun. She did question and ask about it but never wanted to train or anything. Which was good. She did her own thing though one year after her mother passed on, was when World War one happened. Of course I went onto war. From 1914 to 1918 I was active. It was around that time I joined the military and instead of getting out like most people did, I stayed in it.

My daughter, like any child, broke off from me. She left the nest and was on her own after that time. I was rarely at home due to it and with my new career, even less. She was doing her own thing and I couldn't be happier for her and proud. She is my everything and the only thing that I have left. Unlike the others, now that I was in the military and scaling up in the ranks, I got more technical with things and this time she wasn't going to get out of my sight! I made sure of that. Wherever she went I followed but more so at a distance just to make sure that she was alright. My daughter was alright and living life normally and I couldn't be more happier. I did visit here and there until we decided to always meet on the beginning of the new year. I wasn't a big fan of Christmas anymore – my faith left me and I became a fallen angel not too long ago due to this. It seemed like a good idea. So I agreed. Nonetheless I kept on my military job – switching it up here and there. Apparently there was a large amount of supernaturals in the military so I got mercy quite often and they ended up changing my paperwork. It was illegal but on paper it was all legal when it came to higher ups with say. World War two came around in 1939 (and ended in1945) and once again I signed up and fought my hardest. Everything was good. I was higher up on the ranks and was becoming a hero to the supernaturals that were protected by the military.

It was during the Cold War that I went to school (tooting my own horn, due to free time, I got quite a few degrees though not more than unnecessary). I excelled in this and soon after many years of studying and training myself in programs, I was sought out by some agencies, hired, and soon got transferred to the CIA. After that, I soon became a spy. No, it wasn't against my own country but for my country, America. The war was kicking my rear and half the time I was injured, I will not lie. It was very difficult for us since it was not on our own soul and in the jungle, but I didn't die. Not yet. I came back earlier back to America after being wounded severely I was shipped over back home to recover in a hospital. It took me some months and therapy to recover. I was soon sought by my daughter who visited a veteran like me. It was nice to see her more than once a year. I liked it. Instead of going back to the war, I continued my spy work. Though when the Cold War ended in 1991, I joined back with the military. During all this war I traveled lot throughout America and in 2000 I finally settled in New York. My military rank improved once more and my spy work was giving me a lot of cash; though it almost all went to my daughter. The spy work that I did was slowing down and the military didn't do much except the war in Iraq, which I wasn't too fond of. I kind of thought it was a scam, but I partook in it for some years so it was on record and such before returning home. In 2010 I moved to Essex, New Jersey and got yet another home (I swear I owed over a thousand of them through my lifetime) in my name. War still was in my veins but somehow it was starting to almost bore me. Nonetheless I remain on call whenever they need me. For now, I will relax...

(It wasn’t to long after I moved to New Jersey, that I bumped into a woman. At first we didn’t get along at all, I’ll tell you that. No, we fought like a mongoose and a snake all the time until, well, we got tired of it and... kind of opened up. I won’t lie, it was nice. Really nice... I won’t lie about that. We hung out, we chilled, we even stayed in contact with one another when I went overseas on my rounds. It was nice and I felt like she was home. Yeah, been married three times already but, maybe this one would stick? I sure as hell hoped so. Let’s just say I had the ring, the date, the well, everything planned out. It was all going to be great. I was sure she was going to say yes. Though... on one of our little walks the night prior to me asking, something happened. We were ambushed. By what? I do not fully recall. But they were skilled. They knew how to fight. And they sure knew what my ‘true’ weaknesses were. I remember fighting them off, but I think I was knocked out, for the next thing I remember, I woke up in a hospital bed – alone. No Cassie, no... anyone. The police said I was alone, there was no one with me. I put up posters like people did for their lost dog, I called around, I even used my other jobs work computer to try to find her and nothing. She just... vanished off the face of the earth like she didn’t exist. Well, f**k... my luck and heart can’t take this Sh*t anymore... )

FAMILY LIFE:

Mother - name not given - died later on in life.
Father - biological - unknown.
Adoptive father - Leonidas - died later on in life.
First wife - Moerae - died at the hands of a large raid.
Alicia - first daughter. Had her at eighteen. Was angel, now; unknown.
Second wife - Constance - demon. Went evil, killed by Leonardo.
Raymond - son, had him in 1148 second crusade. Is full demon.
Beatrice – third wife; human, died of a natural death at old age.
Keira - daughter; human x angel; alive and well.
(Cassie - ex-girlfriend, whereabouts unknown.

OTHER:

Power of flight, excelled healing for himself, slow but decent healing for others, heightened senses, and that is it for his current "angel" powers.