THE ROGUE

Every story needs a start.

This story starts with a rogue and his follies for the life of the times. His misadventures lead him on a series of misguided attempts. This is his page. RAWR! Fear the page!

Leo's birth may always be a mystery and he has no urge to solve it. His father is unknown and his mother died in labor. The only claim to fame that Leo can possess is that he is a man without an isle. He was born on a ship while it was riding the currents, which may explain much of the man. So he has never claimed one isle as home, instead he's always claimed the sea. The captain wanted to pitch him overboard, but alas, he was saved, much to the dismay of more than a few woman on various isles. That too is another mystery he cares not to solve, paternity. He didn't even step on land until he was six years of age. Who he really is and who he was before is a sweet secret which time has not seen fit to reveal yet.

         This man comes to six foot even in height while his frame gives no doubt he's past childhood. Shoulder-length blonde hair is caught at the nape of his neck with a throng of leather. His features are handsomely cast with an almost feline predatory look to them. Golden eyes glint out from beneath a thick brow with humor. His jaw is firm and his lips lean towards thin, yet seem to be uplifted most times in a smirk.
         The corded muscles which compose his golden tanned shoulders are hinted at before the shirt hides them away. Golden in color but not in expense the shirt billows slightly. The open collar displays golden hair to pronounce him not to be a boychild. A thick belt of black encircles lean hips with a lion's head dead center for a buckle. Strong legs are encased in black breaches before ending in matte black boots. The last item of note is the coiled golden whip at his left hip..