HENRY, Leon

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NAME: Leon Antonius Henry
AGE WHEN TURNED: Forty one
AGE: 2766
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: Tenth of June
STATUS: Royal
PLAYBY: Christopher Meloni

CREATOR: Cecelia
COVEN: Thirist lead coven

MOTHER: Cynthia
FATHER Septimus
BROTHERS: Tullius, Atillius,
SISTERS: Claudia, Marcella, Lucilla
EXTENDED FAMILY: Julia(wife), Brutus(son), Octavius(son), Cynthius(son), Tatiana(daughter), Severina(daughter)
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Tall and lean as a rule, Leon is of a formidable build. A military man by profession, he was capable of great feats of strength and finesse in life and he has grown even more powerful with age. Despite having seen fashion trends come and go over the last three millennia, Leon is quite up to date when appearing in public. Three piece suits imported from his former homeland along with shoes from that same country typically make up his attire, allowing him to treat with even the snobbiest of humans. His brown hair has receded slightly and what's left is typically short, a roman tradition, for one's eyesight must never be hindered by one's vanity. His eyes are said to be hewn from a block of pure obsidian and few dare stare him in the eyes for long.

A statesman of renown, Leon has been king of Thirist for as long as the territory has been around. He is dedicated and fierce, though also patient and with a degree of unsubtle cunning that is unprecedented and unpredictable. Though he no longer believes in emotional alliances with humans, the king of Thirist is apathetic toward humanity and is willing to honor agreements with them as he pursues his ultimate goal. Leon is a man with a vision, and will not rest until he sees it made into a reality. While he is stoic and willing to bide his time, the king suffers from some major anger issues and can turn exceptionally violent when pushed over the edge. Prideful and perhaps a tad arrogant, Leon takes great pride in his victories, and often collects the remains of fallen leaders; keeping them locked away within the confines of his court. Though begrudgingly and never openly, Leon will often heed his wife's counsel on issues he has no particular knowledge of.

BIRTH PLACE: Rome, Roman Kingdom
CHANGED: Ancient Rome, 754 BC

Born under a different name in a nation long lost beneath the sands of time, little records of the king's early life remain. However, known to be the son of a prominent general that went by the name Septimus, a general serving a kingdom that predated any nation in existence today, there was never much doubt as to what Leon's profession would be. Septimus raised his oldest son to hold a broadsword in one hand and the martial arts of his day in the other, paying no heed to any psychological effect such a thing might have. During his teens Leon dealt with anger issues and often lashed out, this was dealt with when he was drafted. In a manner one could consider severe. A fellow recruit drew his anger when he stole a woman he had been courting and Leon proceeded to turn the man into a bloody pulp. He was sentenced to thirty lashes. It took ninety more before he learned.

Over the course of his career he fought many an enemy on the behalf of his superiors. Sacking villages and reducing the Sabines to dust, he was not only known to be good at it but he was only known to thoroughly enjoy doing it. Eventually he came to hold the same rank and title his father had held, a general. A commander with thousands heeding his every order, of course he was still an asshole, but a now he was a commanding one. Marrying his wife, Julia, he fathered five children; three boys and two girls. Leon would, to his great regret, never be there to see them mature. On a routine patrol of the kingdom's border, Leon was faced with a band of raiders camping in the woods, rumored to be led by an ancient 'sorceress'. Dismissing the legend, Leon laughed and ordered the attack. An act he came to recognize as the gravest mistake of his career. Dispatching the raiders with heavy casualties, his forces broke through to the central tent.

Expecting to find a haggard old woman unable to defend herself, they were confident of their victory. But their illusions were shattered in short order as a woman, no older than himself, with lengthy teeth emerged from the tent. Within seconds of each other his men were turned to bloody pulp until he himself was the sole member of his force left standing. That was the night upon which he too found his death. At least, so he would have hoped. For days he writhed in pain as a terrible illness consumed what was left of him, before disappearing entirely. He awakened cold and hungry, yet no amount of food could satisfy his hunger. It all seemed like a cruel mind game, until his creator returned and delivered him the news. Hearing he had been turned into a twisted mockery of his former self, Leon, a devout Roman Pagan, became desperate and, not knowing it would not prove lethal and to his creator's amusement, threw himself on his sword.

It took a while, but eventually he escaped. Having accomplished something many fail at, he had driven his sword through his maker's heart and made to return to the city he had loved and served for two decades. Once there he was hailed a hero and retired on a pension, his children were elevated to nobility. Leon achieved power through his sons, a general, a senator and then a consul. Though eventually his 'condition' caught up with him, Leon had eased back into Roman society and successfully kept his vampirism hidden from the peering eyes of the Roman elite. Fearing the opinions of his children, he turned his second wife in secret and together they relocated to Capua.

After the empire began to collapse he relocated to Britannia, beyond Hadrian's Wall. Leon viewed it as an opportunity and he shaped his own kingdom from the ashes of chaos. For years he ruled with an iron, though just, fist. After his lands were annexed by Great Britain, he again attempted to resettle but couldn't remain in one place for long. He wandered and eventually slept through the centuries, waking up to a radically different world in the early 1900's. He recalls his astonishment. Humanity bred like rabbits and as they did so did technological advancement flourish. Fascinating did he find the skyscrapers, the automobiles and the planes. Yet soon dawned the terrible environmental track record humanity had with caring for the planet.

Settling in the Soviet Union during the late thirties, Leon, taking the name 'Leonid', served as an advisor to Joseph Stalin, a man he considered a friend and a great hero, during the his tenure as General Secretary. As an advisor he coordinated the USSR's quick militarization in the face of Operation Barbarossa. Though he quickly became disillusioned with the Communists in the final months of Stalin's life, he remained in Moscow until his dear friend's death. While the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki that had ended the war in 1945 coupled with the Cuban missile crisis of 1962 had led him to believe that humankind posed an innate danger to not only themselves but to vampires and the world as a whole, Leon neglected action and decided then and there that humanity was in need of a better teacher.

When he made it to Nevada, Leon fell in line with local mobsters and quickly rose through the ranks. He took command of organized crime in Las Vegas after killing the don. Over the years he slowly integrated into its coven before taking command. Within years he rose to prominence as the master of the Silver State, then an independent territory, having brutally destroyed his predecessor in the process. After choosing Carson City to be the location of his court he set out to carve his empire and within decades did California, Utah and Arizona bent the knee to his lordship.