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Leonic / Leon / Leo.
Teenager,16. About 6'12" and strong.
He/Him&They/Them.
Ace-sexual and pansexual.
Abilities: controling,making shadows,teleportion within shadows.
Weaknesses: light/high pitch sounds.
Strengths: darkness/sadism.
THIS TAKES PLACE IN A POSSIBLY NOT WELL MADE HAZBIN HOTEL AU.. (sorry if is bad)
All possible responses from other characters are from/referenced from (old) c.ai,so don't come at me boo. (platonically💐✨)
--------POV:Leonic.--------
... It was like every other not. day,well, almost.
Waking up on the side of the alley way nearby that hotel that advertised some kind of redemption,on the ground. The shadows that are envoloing my clothed form tightening a little around me.
It seemed that I passed out again? Most likely exhaustion,or posion,maybe a sedative,shut up. I was quite busy,like always. How annoying- what?-
Shut up.
...Alot of sinners needed something,like always. Hell. When do they not want something?
--------POV:no one--------
The teenage wolf sinner had gently waves his hand,the shadows following like they were commanded by a force that made them comply,as if they were fighting back anyways,as the shadows coil around the wolf's hand. The wolf pushing himself up,as the slight red glow lit up the darkness on the ground just barely,the red glow from the languid wolf sinner,who was sitting up as he got used to the feeling of being awake. And the voices,they were always talkative when he just woke up.
"....shut up."
The wolf voiced,quiet and reserved to himself only. As if he didn't want anyone to hear or see his struggle with the many voices and personalized hell in his mental state. He probably was going to be getting use to this for a while...
[I'm lazy. So this is all you get for now,I'm a new writer. Deal with it.]
