Jul. 8th, 2009 at 11:43 PM
Name: Leo Kennedy. Many aliases.
AKA: Many and varied.
Age: Unknown.
Occupation: Assassin/Contract killer.
Biography:
Leo was born in New Orleans; no dad, less than reputable mother. His sister Lacey disappeared when he was thirteen. His brother Beau he watched die when he was sixteen. The strange thing was, Leo watched it happen twice.
Beau was eighteen and a fighter; the Kennedy's lived in the Calliope Projects of New Orleans - now the B.W. Cooper Apartments - and fights were not hard to come by. Leo stood and watched as his brother laid blow after blow on a random neighbourhood boy dumb enough to look at Beau sideways. Something clicked for Leo, it felt like it was somewhere around his spine, but regardless, he ignored it. Focused on the fight. He saw the boy pull a switch-blade and plant it deeply in his unsuspecting brother's throat. The blood trickled around the edge of the blade until Beau yanked it out, eyes wide in fear and shock and a little indignant anger. After that the blood gushed and Leo never forgot the vivid red it stained the sidewalk.
Then thing's clicked again. And everything was normal. Beau winning the fight, a determined and righteous look on his young face. When Leo saw - again - the boy pull a switch-blade and plant it deeply in his unsuspecting brother's throat.
As years passed Leo experienced the same thing frequently; usually when he wanted, mostly when he didn't. Always with too little time to do anything about what he saw.
He dropped out of high school the year after Beau died, took a job tending bar at places on Bourbon Street that didn't care about his age. Jonas Maxwell taught him how to shoot a gun. It was a Glock 18 and it felt heavy in his hands, the first time he pulled the trigger the recoil numbed his shoulder for hours. He had a talent, his ability allowed him to guess where targets would move and allow for wind-shifts. He can shoot any target from any distance and any angle and hit it dead centre every time.
A bitterness born from a feeling of uselessness - the width and depth of things Leo felt he had allowed to happen was immense - granted Leo a detachment from the thing's he did, the people he killed. So long as he got paid the mark was of no interest to him. People did bad things all the time and good people suffered. There was nothing he could do about that, and he never had been able to.
He arrived in Axis City a few months ago in his usual manner; drifting, following the work. And Axis already seems pretty rich in takings for a guy like him.
Other:
-Still has a Southern drawl to his voice though he covers it well.
-He's not bad. He's not good. He's working for himself, and someone else if the pay is right.
-Considered to be the best at what he does by anyone who's in a position to know.