Zodion app

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✖ PLAYER:
Name & DW Journal: Emi,sweetjerry
Birthdate & Age: 10/09-1987, 24
Characters played in Zodion: None

✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Leon Orcot
Canon: Pet Shop of Horrors
PB/Image: Here, here and here
Info links: Wikipedia page
Canon Point: After the side story in volume two in Pet Shop of Horrors, Tokyo, just after he's missed catching up with D again in Venice.
Gender & Sex: Male and male.
Age: 26
Birthdate/Sign: His birth date is never mentioned in canon, but I've chosen August 21th as his birthday, and Leo as his sign, and not only because the name of the god matches his name, I swear. Traits as honesty - sometimes a bit too much of it - generosity, enthusiasm - again, sometimes too much - dependability, and dedication to his work are notable in him. He's prone to taking risks, sometimes unecessary such, and does not always think his actions through. He can be rather childish, acting a bit like an overgrown manchild, but he nonetheless takes his responibilities seriously. If he's right about something, he's not likely to let you forget it, and he has a tendency to gloat. He's liable ot over-estimate his own abilities, and while not cold-hearted, lack of self-distance and willfulness can sometimes lead to hurtful or just plain rude behavior.
Tattoo: The circle is on the area joining his neck with his shoulders on the right side, the "tail" then going up a bit on his neck, and then down to end by his collar bone.
Power: Healing.
Personality: Most people’s first impression of Leon would be that he is loud, rude, very short-tempered. He’s also extremely stubborn, to the point of – and sometimes passing that point by miles and miles – downright obsession. When he’s decided to do something, or has decided what kind of person someone is, a million prophets cannot move the mountain of his belief even an inch. To disprove anything he thinks, you need absolutely straightforward proof of the opposite – and sometimes, not even that helps. Leon also comes off as heavily judgemental, frequently expressing himself in ways that are downright offensive. But while he often displays prejudice - against women, against homosexuals - he doesn’t let these things truly cloud his judgement, and never interfere with his work.

Because Leon, at the depth of his sometimes silly and somewhat judgemental soul, is a really good person. He remembers everything about every person he’s ever had to kill in the line of duty, and even when hunting after hardened criminals, his conscience haunts him with questions about whether they have children, family, if someone will miss them if he has to open fire. Leon cares about people, and seems incredibly devoted to the people he loves. And he sees his own work and the law as extremely important, believing in this with a conviction that can move mountains. But on the flipside, he’s not afraid to break a few laws if something more important is on the line.

The two most important people in his life is inarguably his little brother, Chris, and D. His relationship to the former is very clearly fraught with guilt. He seems to feel ashamed both for his anger towards his mother when she was carrying him – at eighteen, he was used to being the only child, and didn’t want an intruder in his life – and toward lying to Chris and claiming to be his cousin after his aunt and uncle had adopted him. When Chris’ cousin reveals to him that he only lives with them because “he killed his own mom” – traumatizing him so badly that he is unable to speak from then on – and Chris comes to stay with Leon, his big brother seems deeply conflicted. He obviously wants Chris to stay with him, maybe to make up for not being there for him before, but he’s all too aware that with his dangerous, time-consuming work, he won’t be able to take care of him properly, and he probably worries that he’s being selfish. In the end he lets Chris stay, simply leaving the boy at the pet shop while he’s at work.

And with that totally smooth transition, let’s move over to the pet shop, and to D.

Leon and D have a very complicated relationship to each other. Leon seems intent on putting D behind bars, suspects him for every crime he encounters – and is mostly right, in a way –is generally rude and obnoxious, and often expresses how much he dislikes the Count. But he also goes to the pet shop even when he’s not actively pursuing a case, he comes there whenever he’s upset about something, if something happens to D he gets clearly worried, and oh, he lets his little brother stay with him. D on his end often complains about Leon’s behaviour/accusations, frequently expresses his general hatred for humans, and Leon seems to be one of the few people that can get him to lose his temper. But he doesn’t stop Leon from coming to his shop – even in the middle of the night – he takes loving care of Chris, and he displays the same worry and concern when Leon gets in trouble. In some strange, indefinable way, they become friends, although they both would deny it if asked.

Leon is not stupid, but when it comes to the supernatural goings on in and in connection to the pet shop, Leon remains stubbornly obtuse, to the point of the truly ridiculous. He faces down a swarm of murderous rabbits, (kind of) has sex with two flowers, has conversations with racoons, and is fully able to communicate with his brother even though said brother doesn’t speak, nor knows any sign language. And these are just a few of the events that stray far beyond what’s normal during the storyline. And yet Leon has the most amazing Skullyesque ability to absolutely refuse to believe in anything even remotely supernatural. At this point in canon, enough weirdness concerning D has at least happened to him that he has realized that neither he nor the shop are what they seem at first to be - but being thrown into a game setting, he will probably prove resistant/incredulous of the "rules" of said setting and most likely get himself in trouble.
 

✖ SAMPLES:

"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry:

[The video feed starts with a flash of a T-shirt with some kind of print on and a muttered curse - indicative, perhaps, of someone who isn't completely technology-illiterate, but who doesn't have much patience with learning new things in general. Then it switches to a rather surly-looking face glaring straight at the camera.]

Is this damn thing doing something now? I'm gonna assume it is, and that I ain't standing here looking like a complete idiot talking to myself. What the hell is this anyway? It looks like some kind of gameboy and tv hybrid. [Someone is from the happy nineties.]

[After he's done muttering, Leon grimaces and scratches his hair, but looks more annoyed than upset.]

So, Zodion huh? I've had some pretty weird shit happening to me in my life, but this is... uh, new. I guess I ain't gonna be so lucky as to find someone who knows why the fuck I'm here, right? Apart from what you got in that useless-ass letter, I mean?

 

"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:

Not too long ago, he'd woken up on a hospital bed when the last thing he remembered was falling to his death from a flying boat, finding his injuries treated and his friends and family waiting for him to wake up - and D gone. He'd never thought he'd experience something as disorienting again, but apparently fate had some kind of grudge against him.

He blinked, looking around himself to take in the lush grass all around, and some kind or arches close by. This wasn't Venice. And even if it was, he sure as hell wasn't in his hotel room, where he was pretty damn sure he'd fallen asleep, aided by a couple of beers - what the fuck was up with European beer anyway? - and impotent rage. Also, he was standing up, and that wasn't how people normally woke up. So, some kind of twilight-zone, supernatural bullshit was at play. Once, he would've rejected the idea as impossible, but thanks to that bastard D that had changed. Not that he was going to buy into just anything, and he'd keep an eye out for... kidnappers or something. He wasn't quite sure.

And then he noticed the altar and the box on it, and for a moment things seemed terribly simple. The answer to the riddle was in that box, of course. Before he even had time to reflect, he was inside the circle. The pang of pain that caused him to clap a hand over the side of his neck and swear for a moment completely distracted him, and he didn't even notice as the waters rose around him. When he did look up, he did a violent double-take, and despite feeling the edge of his T-shirt against his fingers had to double-check that it was really still there, along with his pants.

"What the f-"

After a moment spent trying to figure out what the hell was going on, his conclusion of the situation went thusly: He had no idea where he was or why, he was trapped in magical perverted mirror-thing, and someone had tattoed an orange sperm on his neck.

This wasn't going to be a good day.