Hadley Leoni

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World Views/Experiences †: Did they come from a religious family/culture? ☩: Do they practice any sort of religion? If so, is it the same as their family’s? 📿: Have they ever had a supernatural experience? 💣: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? 💊: Have they ever dabbled in drugs? If so, what kinds? ☣: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run? 💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility? ✪: Have they ever let a rare opportunity slip them by?

Locations 🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? 💧: Are there any places they avoid? If so, why? 🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion? 💋: Where did they have their first kiss? Do they remember who it was with? 🌟: Do they have any places they want to go before they die? For what reasons do they want to go there? 🌙: Where is the most unusual place they’ve fallen asleep at?

House Leoni Heirloom: The Ring - The Crown

One of two rings passed down through the generations, The Crown once graced the finger of Prince Rurik and was given as a gift to Sir Lional Leoni as a gift for his heroism.

One of House Leoni’s most treasured heirlooms, it is a symbol of a noble heart.

When at last they arrived at Lion’s Peak, hidden within the mountains of Harathi, the sun had begun to set, the stone manor lit up against the darkening skyline. It would be dark within a few hours but for the time being, there was still enough light for them to see their surroundings in all its grandeur.

It really didn’t take long.

After a couple of strides inside, Sandria seemed to materialize out of nowhere, arms open wide to embrace her daughter, her red-orange painted lips parted in a large beaming smile that made the wrinkles at the corner of her ocean blue eyes more prominent, “Welcome home, sweetie!”

Her embrace was warm and loving, if not a little tight. She smooched her daughter’s head, a hand stroking her hair as she called for Daniel, “Danny! Look who’s here!”

As if on que, the thicker bulk of Hadley’s father poked around the corner, a glass of scotch in hand, his jolly features creased with a delighted grin, “Hey, Haddy-cake!” he chuckled, walking up to join them.

He offered his daughter a half hug, the arm not holding his drink curling about his daughter’s shoulder and smooching her brow. Then his attention turned to Matthias, nodding to him and offering his hand to shake.

“How is everyone- Where is Sari?” She questioned her parents. Her hands moving to fold in front of her as she held a softer smile. Her fingers interlocking with each other in front of her as she would follow her mother if she were to wander off. Enjoying idle conversation and the comforts of home. 

Over all, Hadley seemed to hold a warmer expression, though there was an slight excited look in her eyes. She was simply happy to be home, surrounded by her family once more. The only thing that could change that is hearing her sister wasn’t there currently.

When at last they arrived at Lion’s Peak, hidden within the mountains of Harathi, the sun had begun to set, the stone manor lit up against the darkening skyline. It would be dark within a few hours but for the time being, there was still enough light for them to see their surroundings in all its grandeur.

Suri woke that morning to find her sister beside her, the pair nestled under the layers or warm blankets atop her bed.

She remembered Hadley having entered her room later the night before and a little smile graced her features, feeling comforted to have her there. 

She raised a finger to childishly poke her elder sibling in the cheek to wake her, once and then again and again, unable to help but pester the other Leoni.

When Hadley woke up, she would offer her sibling a grateful smile, “Thanks… for being here.”

The house was still, all silent and dark as the household was sound asleep by the hour Hadley picked her way through the halls and into Suri’s room which smelt of smoke from the ashtray willed with cigarettes on the table by her window, even with it cracked open.

Suri was laying in bed, awake and unable to sleep when Hadley slipped under the covers beside her, the comforting and familiar smell of her sister’s perfume and the warmth of her loving hug easing some of the tension from her tired body. 

A quiet sigh and she rolled over, meeting Hadley’s gaze, her own expression sad and somber, looking so foreign upon the younger Leoni’s typically so happy go lucky features. When she spoke, her voice was a soft whisper so as only her sister could hear, her expression turning apologetic, “Sorry I didn’t write….”

Ever since they were children, Hadley had been more than just a sister to Suri. A rival, a source of inspiration, a hero. She was her best friend. 

“Love you, Haddy.” she whispered, calling her sister by her childhood nickname.

Her sister’s presence afforded her far more comfort than she realized, hugging her sister and feeling her warm arms coil about her in a loving, unjudging embrace. When they were girls, Hadley often comforted Suri in such a manner when she was sad and Suri couldn’t be more relieved knowing that she always had someone she could count on, no matter her mistakes or how stupid she had been.

She would always have a friend.

That meant more to her than anything else in the world.

The house was still, all silent and dark as the household was sound asleep by the hour Hadley picked her way through the halls and into Suri’s room which smelt of smoke from the ashtray willed with cigarettes on the table by her window, even with it cracked open.

Suri was laying in bed, awake and unable to sleep when Hadley slipped under the covers beside her, the comforting and familiar smell of her sister’s perfume and the warmth of her loving hug easing some of the tension from her tired body. 

A quiet sigh and she rolled over, meeting Hadley’s gaze, her own expression sad and somber, looking so foreign upon the younger Leoni’s typically so happy go lucky features. When she spoke, her voice was a soft whisper so as only her sister could hear, her expression turning apologetic, “Sorry I didn’t write….”