Leon isn't the most standout individual from the crowd aside from his vibrant red hair and has darker crimson at his roots. His name unknown to many, and even more so since he never signed up in the Chunin Exams. He is a tall lad with lightly defined muscles on his person. Leon wears a black tank top with grey slacks. A belt that holds a single hip pouch of supplies. Secured over his left thigh is a navy blue holster that holds three Kunai. His feet are protected by a pair of sandals. The Kirigakure headband can be found around his neck with the steel plate facing forward.
Lately Leon has been sporting several intricate writing of ink etched into his flesh. The most evident currently is that they can be seen all over his arms and it seems to trail underneath his shirt. Strapped diagonally across his back is a baldric that holds a unique weapon. It is a double-blade sword that seems to be similar to a Bo-Staff in terms of length. The center is the handle of course. Leon's fierce gaze practically emits his pride and level of confidence in himself. It also told that he's annoyed about something.
Currently he's walking through the small crowd of people within the market district. Occasionally Leon will dance around the people who doesn't move out of his way. Seeing a couple of foreign shinobi made Leon avoid them entirely. He didn't have time for them, but he still kept an eye on them either way. His amber eyes is unnerving, and intimidated more than a couple of bystanders. Almost like there's an aura that seems to cause people to avoid him. Which makes it easier on if someone is brazen enough to approach him. For if they do, then just maybe they'll be worth his time.
If anything, Leon keeps an eye on the roofs in case somebody is jumping from roof to roof. He remembered doing that during the academy days, and boy did Orion hated when Leon did that. So he can understand wanting to get somewhere fast assuming they know where to go. Not having to worry about people getting in the way, or at least most people. Actually, now that the thought intrigues him, Leon out of impulse leaps from the ground of these streets up to one of the nearby roofs. Where Leon will reach up and simply remove his headband to stash it in his hip pouch.
"It is a nice afternoon for a game of hopscotch. Hopefully there won't be any interruptions this time." Leon talks to himself as he begins his daily stretch with the arms, core, and legs.
Lately Leon has been sporting several intricate writing of ink etched into his flesh. The most evident currently is that they can be seen all over his arms and it seems to trail underneath his shirt. Strapped diagonally across his back is a baldric that holds a unique weapon. It is a double-blade sword that seems to be similar to a Bo-Staff in terms of length. The center is the handle of course. Leon's fierce gaze practically emits his pride and level of confidence in himself. It also told that he's annoyed about something.
Currently he's walking through the small crowd of people within the market district. Occasionally Leon will dance around the people who doesn't move out of his way. Seeing a couple of foreign shinobi made Leon avoid them entirely. He didn't have time for them, but he still kept an eye on them either way. His amber eyes is unnerving, and intimidated more than a couple of bystanders. Almost like there's an aura that seems to cause people to avoid him. Which makes it easier on if someone is brazen enough to approach him. For if they do, then just maybe they'll be worth his time.
If anything, Leon keeps an eye on the roofs in case somebody is jumping from roof to roof. He remembered doing that during the academy days, and boy did Orion hated when Leon did that. So he can understand wanting to get somewhere fast assuming they know where to go. Not having to worry about people getting in the way, or at least most people. Actually, now that the thought intrigues him, Leon out of impulse leaps from the ground of these streets up to one of the nearby roofs. Where Leon will reach up and simply remove his headband to stash it in his hip pouch.
"It is a nice afternoon for a game of hopscotch. Hopefully there won't be any interruptions this time." Leon talks to himself as he begins his daily stretch with the arms, core, and legs.