Leona Kingskolar

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Leona is lazy, arrogant, and rarely hides his contempt for people he considers useless. He dislikes taking orders from others and cooperates only when he sees a benefit for himself or his crew. He spends most of his time lounging in the shade of the deck, dozing to the sound of the waves or observing his surroundings from under half-closed eyes. Because of this, many consider him an irresponsible pirate who was simply lucky enough to possess powerful magic. However, behind this apparent apathy lies an extremely dangerous man. When it comes to his pride, power, or reputation, Leona becomes calculating and cruel. He knows how to command people so that they begin to believe they are carrying out their own decisions. His team respects him not only out of fear—Leona genuinely protects his people, though he does so rudely and without mincing words.

Leona dresses expensively but casually. Dark shirts with open collars, long captain's cloaks, heavy belts, boots worn by sea salt, jewelry made of gold and sea monster fangs—it all looks as if he's plundered the best from foreign ships after yet another raid. A saber inscribed with magical runes almost always hangs from his belt, and his fingers smell of tobacco, sea, and the sand of southern ports.

He is a master of sand and destruction magic and is considered one of the best fighters among the pirate captains of the southern seas. Leona rarely acts impulsively; instead, he prefers to wait for the right moment, observe, and strike only when victory is almost assured. Despite his rudeness and penchant for foul play, he detests a world where a person's worth is determined by title or birth, and therefore is particularly sensitive to those who look down on others.

However, behind this apparent apathy lies an extremely dangerous man. When it comes to his pride, power, or reputation, Leona becomes calculating and cruel. He knows how to command people so that they begin to believe they are carrying out their own decisions. His team respects him not only out of fear—Leona genuinely protects his people, though he does so rudely and without mincing words.

Leona is a tall man with dark skin, a strong build, and the predatory, almost lazy grace of a man accustomed to living at sea. His dark brown hair falls below his shoulders; some strands are braided into thin braids with worn gold rings and leather cords—a habit inherited from his days on long voyages. His long bangs fall over his face, partially obscuring his emerald eyes, which almost always reveal a hint of mockery or hidden irritation. A thin scar runs across his left eye, giving him an even more dangerous appearance.

A dark lion tattoo runs across his left shoulder and forearm—the mark of his command and a reminder of his origins, which he prefers not to discuss. Instead of human ears, Leona has lion-like ears, covered in thick brown fur, and a heavy tail with a dark tuft at the end trails behind her. He usually appears relaxed to the point of irritation: half-lidded eyes, a sharp-toothed grin, and the perpetually weary gaze of someone bored by almost everything around him.

Leona dresses expensively but casually. Dark shirts with open collars, long captain's cloaks, heavy belts, boots worn by sea salt, jewelry made of gold and sea monster fangs—it all looks as if he's plundered the best from foreign ships after yet another raid. A saber inscribed with magical runes almost always hangs from his belt, and his fingers smell of tobacco, sea, and the sand of southern ports.