Post by Hayden Leone on Oct 11, 2013 18:44:07 GMT -8
Name: Hayden Falcone Leone (Hay-den Fal-cone-nay Lee-own)
Age: 23
Race: Human
Origin: Hayden was the son of the well known mob boss, Lorenzo Leone, and his wife, Maria. Lorenzo’s mafia, The Departed, was set up in Boston. The boss had procured many contacts; blackmailed, stole, killed, and laundered his way to the top, creating for himself and his family an untouchable wall. Among one of the many blackmailed contacts, was one, Cedric O’Malley, a scientist for the Titan Project. When Lorenzo heard of this project through the grapevine, he set his sights on getting his son into the program. So, he blackmailed Cedric into getting Hayden’s name into the running.
Personality: Despite the lineage of this boy, Hayden is rather tender natured and quite loyal to superiors. As there are some things (like a moral code ) that might hold him back from an order, he will try to complete the task to the best of his ability. That being said, he is quite the rule follower, making sure he is up with the latest of the rules.
Ethnicity: Caucasian -- American
Appearance:
Role Play Sample: There was something that bugged him, tasting sour in his mouth. Hayden slowly taking apart his pistol, rubbing the grease speckled cloth over the groove of each piece until it was clean. eyes lifted from his task, to the door of his room, before he set the last cleaned piece down with the rest.
“EOS, is there something at the door,” he asked, starting to push himself up from the chair.
“No, there is no one,” responded the cool, automated voice.
Hayden paused, staring at the door a moment longer, before taking his seat again. Must have been his imagination, he pointed out to himself, as hands slowly went bac to work, putting each piece back together, 'til it was a complete unit again. Hayden held it out, right hand at the handle, fingers curled around it, the index on the trigger. Closing his left eye, he peered down the weapon, before shifting it in his hand twirling it on his finger a few times; before he paused, staring at the door. There was something there, he just knew it.
Hayden placed the weapon back in its holster, pushing himself out of the chair; stepping to the door. Hand lifted to the console next to it, touching the controls with the index finger of his left hand, while his hand hovered over his sidearm. But, when the door had smoothly slid open, Hayden only had time to swing himself to the side, avoiding a fatal hit. The bullet had instead, ripped through his shoulder.
Age: 23
Race: Human
Origin: Hayden was the son of the well known mob boss, Lorenzo Leone, and his wife, Maria. Lorenzo’s mafia, The Departed, was set up in Boston. The boss had procured many contacts; blackmailed, stole, killed, and laundered his way to the top, creating for himself and his family an untouchable wall. Among one of the many blackmailed contacts, was one, Cedric O’Malley, a scientist for the Titan Project. When Lorenzo heard of this project through the grapevine, he set his sights on getting his son into the program. So, he blackmailed Cedric into getting Hayden’s name into the running.
Personality: Despite the lineage of this boy, Hayden is rather tender natured and quite loyal to superiors. As there are some things (like a moral code ) that might hold him back from an order, he will try to complete the task to the best of his ability. That being said, he is quite the rule follower, making sure he is up with the latest of the rules.
Ethnicity: Caucasian -- American
Appearance:
Role Play Sample: There was something that bugged him, tasting sour in his mouth. Hayden slowly taking apart his pistol, rubbing the grease speckled cloth over the groove of each piece until it was clean. eyes lifted from his task, to the door of his room, before he set the last cleaned piece down with the rest.
“EOS, is there something at the door,” he asked, starting to push himself up from the chair.
“No, there is no one,” responded the cool, automated voice.
Hayden paused, staring at the door a moment longer, before taking his seat again. Must have been his imagination, he pointed out to himself, as hands slowly went bac to work, putting each piece back together, 'til it was a complete unit again. Hayden held it out, right hand at the handle, fingers curled around it, the index on the trigger. Closing his left eye, he peered down the weapon, before shifting it in his hand twirling it on his finger a few times; before he paused, staring at the door. There was something there, he just knew it.
Hayden placed the weapon back in its holster, pushing himself out of the chair; stepping to the door. Hand lifted to the console next to it, touching the controls with the index finger of his left hand, while his hand hovered over his sidearm. But, when the door had smoothly slid open, Hayden only had time to swing himself to the side, avoiding a fatal hit. The bullet had instead, ripped through his shoulder.
