Dear reader this is my fanfic explaining more or less the history of Leon I hope you all enjoy the first chapter know flames because it's not accurate please. Because I have yet to play the third game so I am working with the information given in DOA2. Happy Reading : )
Oh btw I don't own any DOA stuff but Lt. Alexander is original character.
Leon smashed his hand into the large man's jaw smiling at the
Satisfying crunching sound as his opponent's neck snapped back. "Very Good Leon" A man dressed in desert storm cameos said clapping his hands.
Leon ran a hand through his trim hair, which was already beginning to turn white at the age of fifteen and nodded to Lt. Alexander.
"Thank you sir" he said kicking lazily at the corpse of the man.
Lt. Alexander gave a large grin, which with his angular features made him seem devilish. "Do you remember what I taught you"?
Leon locked his superior's cold brown eyes with his steel blue ones
"Never hesitate to pull the trigger," Leon said
"Good" Alexander said walking out of the gym his boots hitting the sawdust covered floor.
Leon was of Italian heritage, his parents had immigrated to the Former Soviet Union or Russia as it is known after a bounty had been put on their head because of secret operations Leon's father had been involved in with the Italian government. Moving to Russia did not help when there a hit man had followed them and as they lay sleeping at night killed Leon's parents. Waking up to find his parents lying in a puddle of their own blood his mothers blue eye's wide open staring blankly with a look of yearning young Leon became horrified and ran out into the street screaming for help. No one would help the orphan until a secret operations officer for the Russian goverment found him begging on the street. Becoming attached to the child after spending an afternoon with Leon, he took him in, in which the government quickly found a use for him and took him away from his adopted father. Leon at the age of ten began training for a secret operations mission in which he would push forth through the Taklimakan desert and be used to eliminate foreign competion of course this would be risky because of the unsteady and harsh roads used for trade among the desert which had fabled oil deposits and lost cities.
Leon's large hand slammed the door shut behind him even at the age of fifteen he was quite large standing at six feet and bordering at two hundred pounds of muscle he was quite an astonishing and dedicated fighter. Fighting for no real cause except for the cold satisfaction of killing. Of course he could slap on the pretty label of nationalism and Russia and all that crap on it. But, in the end it all came down to the fact that Leon enjoyed the thrill of the fight it allowed him to escape from the cruel world that had torn him away from his parents. He slipped his gloves off his callused hands and threw them casually onto the floor kicking off his heavy combat boots and discarding them in the same mannerism. Time's like this when he was alone were the best. No annoying drill sergeant pushing him to run another mile in harsh hot conditions no cocky ass fighter that he was going to kill by snapping his neck and throwing his lifeless body to the ground nothing. Leon's hand reached instinctively for the trunk at the foot of his cot flipping it open he rummaged through it until he found a picture of his parents the dull brass frame faded with time but, the photograph of a man and women obviously in love, endured. She was beautiful she had brown hair that fell down to her shoulders and blue eye's that radiated with joy, Leon's father the man in the picture trait's were no less astonishing he had white hair that was slicked back and brown eye's his masculine face held a kind of comforting but stern look that was accented by his tall muscular frame. Leon looked in the mirror his face not too much unlike his fathers his eye's not too much unlike his mothers blue beautiful, the only difference was that his eye's were cold with killing, a loss of innocence. A sudden feeling of emptiness filled Leon as he smashed his hand into the mirror cutting his fist in various places as the glass shattered showering fore ward from the force of the explosion of power. "I never hesitate to pull the trigger" his voice cold stern and apathetic but, yet a tear still ran down his cheek from his murderer blue eyes.
