#khverse

The small fairy hovered lightly in the restoration committee building, a faint grin crossing her face as she went through some of the chests. Sure she may have been told not to come back looking for treasure, and sure, she may have taken a bit more than what they could afford the last time but hey,

A gullwing does as a gullwing pleases.

She was just about to wrap up the small self indulgence, when she heard the door creak open, her head whipping around wildly as her eyes widened at the figure she’d probably least want to deal with at this point.

Oh.

Oh no.

“This is disasterific...”

The girls foot stomped in to the ground momentarily as she dusted herself off, her head scanning the room as she slowly returned to her usual floating position. Disasterific truly was the word she’d use to describe the scene currently. Several flower pots from the green house laid on the floor, shattered with their contents spilled in every direction. Sure, she may have been spying in to the building to catch any glimpse of treasury goods, and sure she may have on one of the higher panels that weren’t meant to support her, but she hadn’t asked to fall through. If anything, she should be complaining to the owner for the faulty manufacturing. The smile that had spread across her face at the ideas was enough to convince her to almost warp away without explaining herself, at least until she heard the door begin to open.

|| The Basics ||

Name: Squall “Leon” Leonhart Nickname(s): Leon, Scarface, Squallidus, and any humiliating variation thereof.  Age: 25 Species: Human

|| Personal ||

Religious Belief: Atheist

Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath

Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice

Primary Goals In Life: To restore Hollow Bastion to Radiant Garden, to recover from his internal guilt complex.

Languages Known: The general lingua franca of the the worlds.

Secrets: He doesn’t have many, contrary to popular belief. How he got his scar is one, even his fellow Restoration Committee members have only theories about it. 

Quirks: 

Savvies: Leon is known for his skill with the Gunblade, which is a weapon that was one point was unique to him. 

|| Physical ||

Height: 5′ 8″ Weight: 150 lbs Scars/Birthmarks: His most prominent scar is the one running across the bridge of his nose. Aside from the strikingly apparent scar, his back and arms bear the marks of similarly lost battles and poor judgement. Although the talented mage, Aerith, has the ability to lessen their appearances, Leon prefers to keep them as reminders of his progress in battle.  Abilities/Powers: Leon’s fighting style is centered around excessive brute force. His hits can be devastating, but they often take a lot out of him, leaving him to regain his strength before he has time to attack again. While his efforts to study as a mage were less than fruitful, he managed to pick up a base enchantment for his gunblade that allowed it to grow and grant him more range - though the spell lasts only for short amounts of time. He is also capable of casting fire-based spells, but uses them sparsely.  Restrictions: Physically, his more muscular build and heavy weapon make him slower on the battlefield. Additionally, he is a specialist at close combat, and his ranged attacks are easy to evade. He also knows no white magic, and is under threat of not being able to heal himself consistently. It is for these reasons that he is the fighting partner of Yuffie, whose speed, ranged attacks, and limited healing abilities serve him well. In return, he protects her and deals the heavy damage. They work well together in battle, covering each other’s weaknesses.

|| Favorites ||

Favourite Drink: Black coffee Favourite Pizza Topping: He’s quite indifferent about pizza, but if one shows up with bell peppers and sausage he won’t complain. Favourite Color: He’s quite partial to the color red, though he says he has no preference. Favourite Music Genre: Leon is no musical connoisseur, but he enjoys the street music that vagabonds with instruments would play in the streets of Traverse Town. Favourite Book Genre: He enjoys reading, specifically in books that can help him increase his skill in fighting or building. He indulges occasionally in romance books, no matter how sappy they might be, and avoids action-based novels. He sees enough fighting in his own life to dislike that genre. Favourite Movie Genre: He’s got a minimal interest in movies, but he’s more interested in romance movies.  Favourite Season: Spring. Favourite Butt Type: The more toned, the better.  Favourite Swear Word: He’s reluctant to swear around the other members of the committee, but in the company of Cid he’s been known to favor the words “fuck” and other sorts of unprofessional “terms.” Favourite Scent: The scent of the books in the Hollow Bastion library, the restaurant in the town square of Traverse Town, the scent of a blade off the grinder, Yuffie’s scarf, Aerith’s garden, Cid’s garage. General familiar scents that remind him of his ‘family.’ Favourite Quote: “For tomorrow.”

|| Fun Stuff ||

Bottom or Top: Top Sings In The Shower: Never. Likes Bad Puns: He enjoys them in the correct situation, but he will never make one himself. Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese /Other. Favourite Food: Anything that he knows hasn’t been prepared by Aerith or Cid. They’re a fine mage and mechanic, but chefs? No. Typically he prepares something for himself when he has the time. Theme Music: Maybe I’m a Lion Their Opinion On The Mun: “....”

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Ideas inspired by my Axel spookyscaryaxel

Axel: Take this! *throws his keyblade at a heartless, and finds it not come back* ... Oh Zidane: ...What was that? Axel: *summons his blade back* Force of habit ---

Edge looked down at his phone and gave one more reply to Leon before going into the Bailey. It simply read. 'See you then.' Once he got there he looked out to Villains Vale. He didn't know what to think, or what he would begin to say to Leon. Cid was one thing--he didn't demand for an explanation. But he knew Leon would want one, and Edge didn't exactly know what he was going to give.

He had to go that far out of town to encounter that monster, he had to be overzealous. But he had to continue being stupid even after surviving that fight. He couldn't even begin to imagine what Leon would say. Would explaining it even matter? The fact was Edge ran off by himself instead of confiding in his friends. If he had explained what happened then, Leon probably would have let him take time off. 

It had been a little over a month since Edge had pulled his disappearing act, if one would call it that. He did text Yuffie and let her know he was taking off for a while. She probably told everybody else. After he sent that text he just turned his phone off. He didn't want anybody trying to get him to come back before he was ready. But now he was back, not that anyone knew yet but Cid. 

He walked over to the old man's house, wondering how much had changed. After leaving, Edge dyed his hair and changed his clothes so nobody would recognize him. Hell, would Cid even recognize him like this? There was only one way to find out. He finally made it to the door and then gave a few knocks.

Leaving Traverse Town, there was no way Leon could have known what the world that they had once called 'home' looked like. But he didn't expect it to look like the pile of rubble and pipes that greeted them.

This place was once a garden... beautiful and admired. Now buildings were in shambles, the water system a mess, and the flowers? Long destroyed.