TALBOT, Lionel G.

^{**Warning: Contains explicit language because Lionel is an angry mo-fo.}

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Eye Color:
Grey-something he got from his mother. Sometimes they've been described as pale silver, but really, Lionel doesn't give a flying shit. Grey is grey-who gives a fuck about the shade? He certainly doesn't.

Hair Color:
What do you call black hair with darker speckles shaped like spots with bits of white very so often? Some call it speckled. Lionel? He calls it fucking hair. No need to get fancy and all that shit.

Height:
6' exactly. No problems there.

Weight:
Do you honestly think Lionel has the time to weigh himself? If so, go fucking die. Really, just do it. Tch-besides it's not like he's fat or anything- if anything, there's not an ounce of fat on his body. He's all muscle, and well, he's pretty sure he's damn heavy. Muscle after all, is a lot fucking heavier than fat. Lionel knows that for a fact.

Build:
Heavily muscled, Lionel has broad shoulders and moderately large biceps. He's got a fairly thin waist, and what some would call an eight pack set of abs. His legs are muscled as well, and all in all, he makes a rather intimidating figure. Still, he'd appreciate it if he'd stop getting compared to a guy from the cover from one of those fucking romance novels. He might be built but really...a romance novel? He prefers to compare himself to a wrestler. It sounds a hell of a lot manlier that way than a comparison to some stupid porno novel.

Distinguishing Features:
He's got fucking spots. No really- Lionel's got a leopard's spots all over his body, including his face. All in all, there's no way that Lionel can go incognito, and the ears and the tail don't really help things. He's got claws on his hands, as well as on his feet and unfortunately, they don't retract. As such, he's gone through quite a few pairs of socks and shoes, before he finally submitted to the fact that he'd be either have to go barefoot or be an eternal wearer of flip flops and open toed shoes- even in the winter. The bottoms of his feet are padded, and are slightly darker than the rest of his skin. He has slightly larger than normal hands and feet, due to his snow leopard heritage.

...and oh yeah.

You can't forget about the fucking scar on his face.

Though usually hidden by his hair, one of Lionel's eyes is completely gone, and is instead nothing but a mess of white scar tissue, the product of one of his earlier escapades. There are also a few oddly shaped burns on the skin of his arms, gifts from when he and Idris first met.

Typical Dress:
Due to his slightly large muscle mass, Lionel tends to wear white tank tops. He prefers to wear slacks, though usually the pants end up fraying towards the bottom. He's been known to rip particularly frayed pants into shorts, and doesn't really care much about what he wears. It's the revolution that matters after all, not what he's dressed in for the day.

Orientation:
Straighter than a damn wooden ruler....which is well, pretty damn straight. Forget men- Lionel likes fucking women (ooc: pun intended ;D) in particular though he likes a woman who's not afraid to stand up for their ideals and thoughts. He doesn't want some wimpy crybaby too scared to stand up for herself after all. And what can he say? He likes the way a woman's curves line up against his body, like they were meant to be there.

Still-don't think he had something against gays. So long as they don't hit on him of course. Then that just freaks him the fuck out.

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PERSONALITY

Age:
Twenty-fucking-nine.

He aint old or nothing- he's in the prime of his life. All the shitheads who think revolutionary leaders should be fucking teenagers can go off themselves. Every one knows that the real leaders are close to their thirties or older than that.

Likes:

[hybrids]
These are perhaps the only people that Lionel likes. Of course, this only really extends to those who are helping him with his cause. All those other wimpy bastards who are to weak or to lily-fingered to get their hands dirty? Well, they can fucking die with the humans. Lionel doesn't give a damn.

[strength]
[Strength, whether mental or physical, is something Lionel looks for in those he fights with. He likes to see people able to stand up for their own ideals and strong enough to fight should their ideas be challenged. Because of this, he tends to hold more respect to the pets or humans who uphold their cause rather then the ones who sit back and cry. Those tend to get on his nerves, and more often then not, they're the ones who end up fucking dead first.

[intelligence]
Lionel likes smart people. Who gives a damn if they don't know how to count-no, that's not all Lionel's looking for. He wants someone smart enough to be able to make their own decisions- to be able to think for their own. Those shitheads who merely follow orders tend to get annoying...and well, Lionel's not always going to be there to direct them all the fucking time, now is he?

[battle]
There's nothing quite so exciting as a good battle, be it a battle of physical strength or simply a clash of wills. Lionel enjoys challenges, and ways to make himself better. Any type of fight is enough to get his blood thrumming. Though it doesn't do much for his language in terms of cleanliness.

Dislikes:

[humans]
Every human can fucking die. At least, that's Lionel's point of view on the entire matter. He hates humans with passion, and believes they are scum. He has no scruples against fighting a man, woman or even child, humans are simply that- humans. Who cares if some stupid little pet says that their master is the best thing on earth? As far as Lionel's concerned, the ones who seem the nicest are the ones you should be wary of most. Those are the ones who are simply biding their time after all. And the pets who believe otherwise? Well, they're either going to die or have to learn the hard way. It's not like Lionel cares in the end.

[metal-men]
Lionel likes metal-men only marginally more than he likes humans. Which is to say, he hates their fucking guts. They're not much better than the humans as far as he's concerned- and worse yet, they're harder to kill. Besides, so far as he's seen, they have no thoughts for whom they work for. As such, he treats them all as turn-coating bastards.

[weak-minded people]
A person not strong enough to believe in their own ideals is something that grates on Lionel's nerves like nothing else. Except humans and all those affiliated with them of course. He finds those to weak to believe in them selves or in their ideas to be little more than pawns, ready to be used. More than that though, Lionel sees them as liabilities. And well, the revolution has enough of those as it is.

[whiners]
Fuck whiners. No really. Fuck whiners. Whiners annoy him more than the weaklings who sputter about. Whiners think everything is everyone elses fault, that the world can't be good enough for them- tch. Fucking losers. Like Lionel cares about their woes or misfortunes? He's got bigger things on his mind. Like freeing the hybrids from oppression.

Aspirations

-No matter what, Lionel wants to take those blasted humans down from their high horse, and then they can see how they like being treated like pets. What goes around comes around, and well, needless to say, Lionel's going to make sure those corrupt bastards get whats coming to them.

-Lionel wants to keep his people safe. They're his damn group after all, and thus, they're his damn responsibility. Though he might not take the best course of action, Lionel wants to make sure as many of the fucking rebels make it out of this damn revolution alive as he can.

-Keep his sisters safe. Sometimes Lionel is sorry that he's gotten his two sisters involved in this mess, that they have to spend the prime of their lives fighting and battling. As such, he tries to keep them as far away from the action as possible...and truthfully, though they help, he wants to make it where they can finally fucking relax and sit back. Most of all though, Lionel wants to make sure Ryelle and Leilah are able to be free, without having to worry about being captured and made into damn pets.

Fears

-The revolution will be a failure, and all those who have participated in it will die for nothing...and my, that's almost enough of a thought to make him stop cursing. Almost.

- He'll be captured and the revolution will fall.

- His sisters will either die or become pets due to his actions-and that's a fear that Lionel finds most terrifying of all. After all, he's the one who got them involved in this mess. Should anything happen to them, he's not sure what he would do.


Strengths:

Lionel might be physically strong, but he has a rather large amount of mental-strength as well. He doesn't let failures keep him down, and can pick himself up again if one of his plans fail. It's essential after all- he's a fucking leader, more importantly, he's the fucking leader of the damn revolution. He can't afford to be fucking weak. Weakness means death and well, Lionel isn't willing to fucking die. Not yet. Not ever.

[blunt]
Lionel's note one to mince words. He's blunt and straight to the point- sometimes almost fatally so. And most of the time, there's quite a few curse-words to make his point just that much clearer. But who gives a shit? Its something that has served him well thus far. And honestly, if people can't take it? Well they back the fuck off. Its not like Lionel asked for their damn opinions anyways.

[honorable]
Lionel might be an angry man, but he's also a man of honor. At least to a point. While he won't warn his enemies, he won't stab them in the fucking back either, at least in a face to face fight. Still, he aint got no compunctions against sending an assassin as a last resort. But no matter what, he'll make sure the person knows who they're killing, and why that person is being fucking killed. Better yet, he'll tell his assassin to tell it to the person's face. Honesty after all, is the best policy.

Weaknesses

[anger]
Lionel's one angry man. An angry, angry man at that. He's filled with rage, and sometimes, it tends to affect his decisions, and can cloud his judgment. He refuses to see past certain aspects of his anger, and sometimes, it causes him to look past the good things in life.

[hard headed]
Once Lionel has an idea, he sticks to it. Stubborn to a fault and then some, Lionel refuses to let other people tell him not to do something once he's made up his mind. He has an idea? He goes with it. Unfortunately, this isn't always good and he can allow himself to become blinded by his own stubbornness.

[ruthless]
Lionel's not afraid to get his hands dirty. In fact, most of the time, he's the one doing the dirty work. As such, he's not afraid to take out every human in front of him-man, woman or child- as far as Lionel is concerned they all need to suffer. Suffer for what they did to the hybrids, to his people and as such, he holds little compassion for any being who isn't a hybrid, and more specifically, a any being who is against the revolution. Those pets being pampered by their little masters? Well they better get their act together. Because whether they like it or not, Lionel's coming. And if the have to die for the greater good? Well then, so be it.

Habits:
-He tends to growl when he thinks about things that upset him.

-When particularly pleased, he lets out a sound similar to a purr.

-If he's in deep thought, he tends to pace the room and murmur things under his breath, usually waving his arms about as he does so.

Overall Personality:
To put it simply? Lionel's a leopard with some anger management issues and a mouth that could make even the most hardened sailors blush.

His anger issues sometimes get in the way of his ideals, and he can allow his judgement to be clouded, particularly where humans are concerned. He has little mercy for the entire race in general, and believes that they are the scum of the earth and his views on metal-men aren't much better.

He surrounds himself in strong people, both mentally and physically strong, as weak people tend to grate on his nerves, and although he won't say it aloud, sometimes he feels as if he is unable to protect them, and he wants to keep liabilities to a minimum.

He's not above doing the dirty work himself, and most of the time he's right there in the middle of fighting along with the other revolutionaries, rather than sitting back like other leaders. He enjoys being on the 'front lines' so to say, and believes that those who are to unwilling to die themselves do not deserve to fight.

Though his manner may be gruff, Lionel cares for those he considers friends, and he cares for his family in particular. He's somewhat overprotective in a gruff sort of way, though he's more prone to yelling his opinions than saying them peacefully.


Other Notes:---

HISTORICAL FACTS

Birthplace:
Outskirts-like most of the other damn Ferals in Lionel's words. And don't think he isn't proud of it..

Parents:
Phillip Talbot and Rielle Talbot.

His father was a black leopard, and his mother a snow leopard. Unfortunately, both are dead. Another reason to hate the humans as far as Lionel is concerned, considering they're the ones who killed them.

Siblings:
Two younger twin sisters: Leilah Kairavi Talbot, Ryelle Kairavini Talbot.

They might be little brats but Lionel cares for them, even if he hides it behind a rather gruff exterior. Any one tries to touch them? They're going to fucking die. And you can bet its not going to be quick.

Education:
Lionel's smart for a hybrid, particularly for a feral. He taught himself to both read and write, and though his handwriting can be a bit bad, it's generally legible. He can also do mathematical figures, though it can take him a while. What? You didn't think the leader of the hybrid rebels would be fucking stupid did you?

History:
It's a fairly well known fact that Lionel and his parents didn't exactly see eye to eye.

As such, it wasn't very surprising when Lionel moved out of the family home, after a particularly nasty argument with his parents. He was never able to understand how they were simply content to sit back and let the humans overpower them.

The mere idea had always struck him as insane, and as a rather hot headed young man, even at the age of 15, Lionel couldn't take it any longer, and thus, he struck out on his own.

Though young, he was able to make a reputation for himself, and supposedly, that's when the ideas for the hybrid revolution first came into being.

Those ideas were two years later, when Lionel, still somewhat close with his sisters, decided to visit the family home, having finally been convinced to at least try and be on amiable ground with them.

Unfortunately, this would never happen.

Because when Lionel returned, the Talbot family home was in flames, smoke reaching high to the sky.

By the time he got into the house, his father was already dead and his mother was clinging to the last strands of life.

The last words he heard from her were 'save your sisters.'.

And that's what Lionel did.

He was the one to watch the human trucks pull away, he was the one to drag his sister's from the burning shack his family called a home and he was the one to pull his parents signed corpses from the dilapidated structure as the flames died down. He was the one forced to look at his sister's sooty faces and tell them that their parents were dead. He had to watch their faces crumple with tears.

Some would say that was the trigger, and most would say that is when the revolution started.

And in that, they'd be right.

After the death of his parents, Lionel shouldered most of the responsibility for his sisters, though he was more distant than not.

During this time, he was slowly but surely drawing members to join the revolution-the first of his recruits being Idris.

At the time, the cobra hybrid was preying upon both other hybrids and animals alike.

Attacked by the other hybrid, Lionel only just barely managed to doge the other's poison, resulting in the burns on his arm. After a friendly fight, the two slowly became comrades and Lionel forced convinced Idris to join.

Afterwards, the two met Nadia, though Idris had more contact with the swan hybrid.

And finally, the Revolution was born.



GOSSIP

Known Facts:
-He's the leader of the hybrid revolution.

-He's horrible at covert missions, and makes a bad spy.

-He hates humans, metal-men and all those allied against the revolution with a passion.

Rumors:
-He's not a leopard at all. He's just a lion with a disease that makes him spotted. Why else would he be named 'Lionel' after all? Duh.

-He's actually an only child, his sisters are just people he randomly picked up off the streets.

-The entire revolution is a sham and is actually a ploy by the nobles to see all who go against them.

Secrets:
-After every raid he sits down alone and prays for the continued safety of all the members of the revolution.

-At night, he waits until his sisters fall asleep before he falls asleep himself.

-He's never thought of ending the revolution-except for once, when an entire sect of the revolutionaries died due to a bad raid. As such, he checks over each of his plans constantly, to prevent such a thing from happening ever again.


THE PERSON BEHIND THE SCENES
Roleplayer: Cerasri.
Years Role-Playing: A loooooong time. ._. Maybe 9 or 10 years?
Contact: PM or email-either one works fine =)
Other Characters: Gold. Xerxes. Oscar.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

“Fuck this.”

Shoving his papers off the broken table serving as his desk, Lionel snarled, resisting the urge to toss the entire table altogether.

Report after report- excuse after excuse.

Oh we couldn’t do this- there was a little kid in the way; I helped an old lady cross the street; there was this metal-man with freaky eyes; that weird snake was eying me funny

Tch. Really. He was getting fucking sick of it.

Rubbing at his temples as he fought to reign in his rising temper, the leopard hybrid slumped back into his chair, hardly batting an eye as the tattered piece of furniture gave a threatening squeak. The ratty chair looked as if it were to fall apart at any second, one leg was already tied together, having broke once before and though the fabric of its cushions had once looked to be a vibrant red, it looked more akin to rusted blood.

Rain dripped from the open hole in the dome, and already parts of the flooring were damp.

Of course, this was doing little to help Lionel’s temper. In fact, one could say that just the sight of a single rain drop hitting debris strewn ground made his ire rise all the more.

Lips twitching as a low growl built its way up through his throat, Lionel shook his head, fingers digging into the tender skin of his scalp to draw thin lines that darkened to red as they came into contact with the still night air.

This wasn’t how it was meant to be.

This shouldn’t be the place they had to live in.

Gritting his teeth and fighting away the red in his vision, Lionel snarled, a low deep sound more animal than human.

Tch. Human.

What a joke- it was that bastard species’ fault that everything had to be like this.

That they had to live in squalor like stray dogs, that they had to shudder and hide each time a vehicle roared by, that they had to be treated like pets, like the blasted animals that the fucking humans thought they were.

Dragging his fingers away from his face with little care to how they scraped the skin, Lionel dug his claws into the palms of his hands, watching as the skin whitened and then finally bled red as the tender flesh, hardened and calloused as it was, was pierced.

It was all their fault.

Everything was because of the humans- because they were the superior species- because they…

Releasing another snarl, Lionel stood up, jabbing his hand into the nearest wall only to curse as his fist went right through the thin sheet rock.

Weak.

This place was weak.

Staring at the spot where his wrist disappeared into the ruined wall, Lionel growled before he went quiet.

The revolution was weak.

Pulling his fist from the wall with deliberate slowness, Lionel paused, eyes narrowed.

But the humans who were weaker.

Weak like the wall he had just broken through.

“Fuck this.”

Shaking away the grime from his hand and rubbing it against his pants to rid of it any final residue with little care to how the action stained his pants red from the blood dripping from his knuckles, Lionel threw himself back into the tattered chair from before, grabbing a fistful of papers from the floor before he scowled at them, eyes passing over the many words scattered across the pages.

True the revolution was weak for now.

But soon they’d break right through the humans.

Break through them like the wall Lionel just broke.

Lips upturning into something that would have been a smile on anyone else, Lionel laughed, a bitter growling sound before he grinned.

The revolution would get stronger.

And then those fucking humans would crumble, right before his eyes and no hybrid would ever be enslaved again.

And the pets who worshiped those blasted humans?

Lionel would enjoy watching them break before his eyes too.

After all, nothing stood in his way. Not even a wall.

Not even a metal-man, not even a human and most of all, not even another hybrid.

This revolution was going to happen-whether anyone wanted it too or not.


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