Username: NEON LEON Civilian Identity: Yoshi Hamato Age: 16 Species: Mutated red eared slider Origin: New York Blood Type: O Syndata File: The face man of the team, jokester and playful loud mouth. Leonardo Hamato is the middle child alongside Donatello Hamato in a family of four brothers. He is prone to flights of fancy, skateboarding, gaming and reading comics. Leonardo likes to cover up his insecurities with jokes to keep others from getting too close. Appointed leader by their father, Leonardo struggles to find a place in his team. A strategist lays under the surface of horrible puns.
deep
deep
deep down. What is a memory you cherish, and why?
Is answering mandatory??? cause c'mon, can't a guy get some privacy around here?
also how do I change that stupid bio. DONNIE!!!
[It is late enough that sleep should be easy enough. Right?
Wrong. Leo's mind is running a mile a minute with all the information dumped into his lap. His hands are folded over his chest as he stares at the ceiling of his capsule hotel 'room'.]
This place is a dump. [Those unfortunate enough to be sleeping nearby the disguised turtle will hear him complaining from within his capsule room.
There is audible rustling as he tries to get comfortable to no avail. A dramatic groan, and bonk of his shell hitting the wall.
There are a few more unhappy thunks and grumps before the door to his capsule is flung open. The teenager tumbling out. He hits the floor with an irritated groan. He scrabbles back onto his feet, his disguise leaves him looking like a asian man around sixteen year old. Dark hair wildly askew from rolling around.] I've literally lived in better sewers than this!
[Its two in the morning, go to sleep, idiot boy.]
003
[Leo stands at the entrance of the cafe, human disguise still intact. His lips are pressed into a thin line. The pitch laid out on a sign and his conversation with a staff member has the wheels turning. The large hoodie he's wearing is the most expensive thing he even owns here. His measley 100 bucks is not gonna get him far.
He only looks up when someone else approaches. Not sure if it is a local or another person yanked here.]
Soooooooo- cat ears, huh? I mean, they'd suit your fine features, but, I'm not sure about my own, y'know? [And he just keeps talking.] You gonna do it? Pretty nice paycheck and all.
[He's weighing his options. His dignity could not survive this, but money.]
004
[Being able to drop the human disguise and the clothes is a relief. Sure, he's running around naked by human standards, but... c'mon, he's a turtle. Even with the ocean gem giving him a boost, he's made for this.
He feels a lot better in the water, even if he won't admit that. He always wanted to see Tokyo, but like... on his own terms. Not kidnapped terms.
He is also very much a weird mutated creature amongst many others. His fellow Outsiders are just as likely to see him swimming smoothly through the water and assume he's one of the creatures.
At least until he makes eye contact and waves. A friendly, casual gesture. He starts swimming towards his fellow Outsider, wanting to see if they could compare notes on the surface.]
Leonardo Hamato | ROTTMNT
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Civilian Identity: Yoshi Hamato
Age: 16
Species: Mutated red eared slider
Origin: New York
Blood Type: O
Syndata File: The face man of the team, jokester and playful loud mouth. Leonardo Hamato is the middle child alongside Donatello Hamato in a family of four brothers. He is prone to flights of fancy, skateboarding, gaming and reading comics. Leonardo likes to cover up his insecurities with jokes to keep others from getting too close. Appointed leader by their father, Leonardo struggles to find a place in his team. A strategist lays under the surface of horrible puns. deep deep deep down.
What is a memory you cherish, and why? Is answering mandatory??? cause c'mon, can't a guy get some privacy around here? also how do I change that stupid bio. DONNIE!!!
002
[It is late enough that sleep should be easy enough. Right?
Wrong. Leo's mind is running a mile a minute with all the information dumped into his lap. His hands are folded over his chest as he stares at the ceiling of his capsule hotel 'room'.]
This place is a dump. [Those unfortunate enough to be sleeping nearby the disguised turtle will hear him complaining from within his capsule room.
There is audible rustling as he tries to get comfortable to no avail. A dramatic groan, and bonk of his shell hitting the wall.
There are a few more unhappy thunks and grumps before the door to his capsule is flung open. The teenager tumbling out. He hits the floor with an irritated groan. He scrabbles back onto his feet, his disguise leaves him looking like a asian man around sixteen year old. Dark hair wildly askew from rolling around.] I've literally lived in better sewers than this!
[Its two in the morning, go to sleep, idiot boy.]
003
[Leo stands at the entrance of the cafe, human disguise still intact. His lips are pressed into a thin line. The pitch laid out on a sign and his conversation with a staff member has the wheels turning. The large hoodie he's wearing is the most expensive thing he even owns here. His measley 100 bucks is not gonna get him far.
He only looks up when someone else approaches. Not sure if it is a local or another person yanked here.]
Soooooooo- cat ears, huh? I mean, they'd suit your fine features, but, I'm not sure about my own, y'know? [And he just keeps talking.] You gonna do it? Pretty nice paycheck and all.
[He's weighing his options. His dignity could not survive this, but money.]
004
[Being able to drop the human disguise and the clothes is a relief. Sure, he's running around naked by human standards, but... c'mon, he's a turtle. Even with the ocean gem giving him a boost, he's made for this.
He feels a lot better in the water, even if he won't admit that. He always wanted to see Tokyo, but like... on his own terms. Not kidnapped terms.
He is also very much a weird mutated creature amongst many others. His fellow Outsiders are just as likely to see him swimming smoothly through the water and assume he's one of the creatures.
At least until he makes eye contact and waves. A friendly, casual gesture. He starts swimming towards his fellow Outsider, wanting to see if they could compare notes on the surface.]