Leone (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Leone (open) Leone (close) Name: Leone Kyvak Age: 17 Year: 3rd year at DWMA. Weapon Form: Personality: Leone is a quiet and guarded individual. People tend to avoid him due to the cold, glaring expression he typically has on his face. He's quick when it comes to thinking strategy. He can see through lies a mile away and has generally low expectations for other people. Many people like to take guesses as to why he is the way he is, though he does not humor them. He hasn't found a partner yet because no one has been able to really connect with him. Talents: Finding flaws in security systems. Playing the saxophone. Fighting solo. Likes: Privacy, security, all that fun stuff. Reading. Warm places. Cats. Tiger lilies. Dislikes: Rain, snow, sleet, hail, thunder, lightning, ect. Cold. Dogs. Liars, cheaters, and wanna-bes. People trying to pry information out of him. Themesong: Old Scars/Future Hearts by All Time Low Leone let out a soft sigh as he felt the light of the sun stream in through his window. It was a new year at DWMA, and he wasn't feeling motivated to leave the pile of fluffy blankets he was buried under. He was happy, wearing a pair of grey pajama bottoms with black and white cat paw prints all over them. He let out an annoyed sigh and attempted to crawl out from under the blankets, only to fall out of bed and fall flat out on the cold, hard floor. Today wasn't going to be a good day. He knew it. He slowly came around to dress in his usual black clothes, brushed his hair- though it still poked up here and there thanks to his bed head, brushed his teeth, and headed out to scrape through the day. His first mission of the day- get a cup of coffee. As he sipped at the hot beverage, he wondered if it would be worth finding a meister this year. Probably, there wasn't a single one left in his grade. Working alone never bothered him, but, hey, sometimes he did need some help, and it was about time that he got out there and asked for it. However, Leone was hesitant to be social with anyone. Opening up was one thing that actually scared Leone. And when a connection between meister and weapon is made, your soul can be seen. He did not like that. Not one bit. Coffee in hand, Leone made his way through the halls. His sharp, cold blue eyes focused ahead, and people ducked out of his way as to avoid contact. He made his way to the large meeting room where meisters met weapons on the first day.