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Post by althorone on Oct 2, 2012 17:47:09 GMT -8
 WilderSeventeen | Male | Player | Meh. You decide? | Leonardo WolfeThe Character
The Good:
- Friendly
- Slow to Anger ( Weeks in a hospital bed is enough. )
- Driven
- Resourceful
- Adventurous
- Confident ( Meh, recovering at least. Slowly. )
The Bad:
- Unforgiving
- Distrustful
- Obsessive
- Stubborn
- Lonely
What happened to loyalty? That was a question often repeated in Leo's mind during the free time he suddenly found himself with an overabundance of. Friendship? Common decency? He was recently shown that if such a thing did exist, none of the people he'd thought he'd known so well had a single shred of it. They'd all abandoned him when he needed them most, and worse, used him as a scapegoat while he was still unconscious and unable to defend himself. Trust? Pfft. There was a lack of that all around now. His parents and teachers in himself. Himself in the rest of the universe.
Leo thought he had a good life. Hell, he DID have a good life, and he knew it, and that's why the collection of knives in his back hurt all the worse when he looked at what he had now, from a horizontal position in bed, right leg and right arm incased in gauze. His mother the English language teacher, and his father the software engineer, who'd brought the family overseas when he was just seven years old. They'd raised him well. They taught him how to stand up for himself, instilled in him self confidence, and open-mindedness, and made sure he'd never lack in neccessities. He had had a small but seemingly close circle of friends, above average grades, and was in good shape so long as he remembered to occasionally pull his head out of a book and get an hour or two of exercise and sunlight.
Then there was the day everything changed without warning. He and three others were returning in his car after spending the night at a movie. A little drink had been shared. Leo hadn't been driving when they were in the accident, but when he woke up in the hospital hooked up to an IV, that's what everyone seemed to believe, and no matter what he said to convince them otherwise, he couldn't seem to change a single mind.
Over those next few weeks, Leo was forced to begin stalking his friends through social websites in order to learn what was going on, and found he did not possess the godlike power required to stop a rumor mill in full swing. According to his 'friends', Leo had been the one driving, and against their protestations as well, they added later. Leo was the one to hit the curb and roll full speed into a parking lot, smacking two other vehicles and totalling his own. And of course, as luck would have it, not a single camera was pointed in the direction of the crash to prove otherwise, nor were there any witnesses of the event itself and not the aftermath that late at night.
It was fortunate that his father at least pulled a large amount of money into the household. They needed it. Hospital bills, insurance, legal issues, it all added up. To a very high number. When Leo was finally able to take the unbelievably awkward and silent drive home, he was lifted into his bed and left to himself, stripped of the function of two of his limbs, his privacy, his social life, and his driver's license. Things didn't look to be recovering at home anytime soon. They were disappointed in him, and didn't believe anything he said. Not that Leo blamed them exactly. He hadn't thought his 'friends' were capable of doing what he was accusing them of either. He had naively not thought anyone was capable of doing that sort of thing.
More time passed in recovery. Leo tried to convince himself that maybe his so-called friends had been forced to betray him for some reason. Maybe only one of them did it and led the others? Maybe there were special circumstances? What they could possibly be, he hadn't a clue, but maybe there were! Unfortunately, none of them ever came to visit, and Leo's name continued to circulate through the school gossip vine with nothing to slow it down. He was betrayed, depressed, and at times, extremely angry. And then he discovered something. DWO. Virtual Reality. He hadn't really paid a lot of attention to those sorts of video games before, in part due to his parents. They didn't let him waste his money on those sorts of things, and it wasn't like he didn't have better way to spend his time than sit in a machine and allow his brain to be messed with.
Things changed. Now he was stuck in either a bed or his wheelchair. His body was starting to waste away around him as the physical therapy hadn't yet started to get him back to 100 percent. His parents were still recovering from their own financial trauma and happy to frown disapprovingly and ask him what the hell he was thinking, but not anything more. Why not a slightly more enjoyable Virtual Reality? And the fact that a few of his 'friends' played it was just a bonus. He'd get to walk again, cartwheel if he felt like it, smell the roses and what not. And if he happened to track down a friend and be less than impressed with their explanation, he could vent the way he wanted and not be jailed for it. There was a place with the equipment just down the street. He wouldn't have to tired himself too much getting there.
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Going in the first time, and maybe for a while after, Leo isn't going to look at DWO as much more than a path with which to get some answers and exact his revenge with the full use of his still healing body. BUT, he has always had a very vivid imagination, and to actually see a fantasy like something out of one of his books in the real living color of a virtual reality, he's going to get really attached to it. Enough to distract him from that original goal if he isn't careful. He has nothing left of a real social life to manage. He hopes to rid himself of old attachments, perhaps make some new ones. Fight his way back to full recovery, mental as well as physical. He'd certainly feel better with some revenge.
The RPername Althor
face claim sengoku basara, ieyasu tokugawa
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