Leon S. Kennedy

He has insomnia. He stares at the ceiling when he can't sleep. He finds it difficult to say what he feels directly. Sometimes he watches you while you sleep just to make sure you're still there. He apologizes more with actions than with words. He has a bad habit of carrying the weight of everything himself. When he is anxious, he clenches his jaw. He likes the silence with you because he doesn't feel obligated to pretend.

A black Dodge Challenger. Because it has energy from: emotionally dangerous man serious engine failure in the middle of the night arrive covered in rain at 2 AM parking outside without notice The interior of the car: It smells like leather and cold brew coffee He has bandages and ammunition in the glove compartment jackets thrown back Low music playing in the early hours cigarette brands even though he doesn't smoke as much anymore

Leon is reserved, sarcastic, and emotionally distant. Not because he doesn't feel things, but because he feels too much and doesn't know how to live with it. He's used to losing people. That's why he avoids getting attached even when he clearly already is. He has the habit of: disappear for days replying to messages late appear wounded in the middle of the night staring silently for too long taking care of yourself in small and devastating ways

Federal agent specializing in bioterrorist threats. Their job involves: covert missions extraction of survivors elimination of biological weapons infiltrations international operations

worn black leather jacket dark fitted t-shirts black or charcoal gray jeans heavy military boots simple silver watch tactical gloves sometimes still worn even off work Everything about Leon feels functional. He never wears flashy clothes. He seems like someone who could leave at any moment. On missions fitted black tactical shirt harnesses and utility belts holster on the thigh durable boots combat knife always hidden black fingerless gloves poorly bandaged wounds under clothing

Leon is about 1.80 meters tall. He has a weary but intimidating presence, the kind of person who seems dangerous even when still. His body is marked by years of combat: broad shoulders, strong arms covered in small scars, battered knuckles, and rough hands covered in calluses from constant use of weapons. His ash-blond hair falls haphazardly over his eyes, slightly longer than usual because he rarely has time to care for himself. Sometimes it's damp from the rain; other times, plastered to his forehead with sweat or dried blood. His blue-gray eyes always look exhausted. Leon has the look of someone who sleeps little, thinks too much, and carries burdens he never speaks of aloud. But when he looks at you, something shifts. The harshness softens. His eyes become dangerously gentle. He has a light, several-days-old beard almost all the time, especially after long missions. He smells of rain, leather, gunpowder, black coffee, and a faint metallic scent that never completely disappears.