BA: Leslie Wang Ref

I've been working on this for about a week, on and off, and I don't think it's finished yet. Maybe. I need some opinions.

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Name: Leslie Wang
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Race: Chinese
Date of Birth: March 1st
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 400+ lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Skin: Light peach, pale
History: Leslie Wang was born to a prostitute mother and an unknown father in around 3065 AD, and he's not alone. Most of the population in his world is a result of what is most bluntly known as a widespread sex addiction. He trailed after his mother for as long as he could, lurking in back rooms while she was with clients, and picking leftovers out of bins to eat, usually splitting the findings up with the rest of the children born at the brothel. When Leslie was eight, the brothel was attacked, and many of the prostitutes were murdered before the building was set on fire. Leslie escaped with two other children, Eli and Rebba, barely glancing back at the place he had always known as home before disappearing into the city. The city itself has no name. It is nothing but a skeleton of broken buildings and human insects crawling over rubble and trying to live out their own miserable lives in solitude, never trusting anyone. Leslie, Eli, and Rebba lived together for two years before Rebba was caught and sold into sex slavery, and Eli snapped and committed suicide, nearly killing Leslie in the process. After that, ten-year-old Leslie practically vanished into the shadows for the next five years, constantly moving from dilapidated building to dilapidated building. In the process, he found a way to survive, and that was to give in to the desires of everyone else: drugs, and weapons. He started his business in the basement of a half-fallen skyscraper, giving out only the basics at first: cocaine, specifically, and high-performance pistol equipped with a decent silencer that he eventually improved to the point of excellence, earning him a pretty stable reputation in that field. Along the way, he picked up a drug addiction of his own, as well as an extensive knowledge of the weapons of his time, and how they work. Leslie met Mo when he was fifteen, and she was digging through the scraps and trash he had left in a pile outside. He nearly shot her, until realizing that she really meant no harm, not to mention she was a lot stronger than he ever hoped to be. Leslie's shy demeanor paired with Mo's dry wit turned them into fast friends, and they lived together until just past Leslie's twenty-fourth birthday, when Mo fell ill and later died.

Personality: Leslie as a whole is a soft-spoken, happy person, but, like many of the people in his time, he can be extremely unfeeling if it's a matter of life and death. His self-consciousness about his weight makes him fold easily under bullying, unless you push him just enough to strike a nerve, and beware when you do, because that's when he'll really fight back. Usually, if you just let him be, he'll stay submissive and calm, and generally stray away from fighting.

Fighting: Leslie's style of fighting is obviously based more upon force, rather than agility. He likes firearms, preferably a heavier style of gun, as opposed to something like a handgun. He's not very good with explosives; he's too jumpy whenever he tries to use them. If he has no gun handy (which is usually unlikely), he also packs a pretty powerful punch. He would rather run than face someone down in a fight, because he doesn't want to hurt things unless he has to. However, if you're standing in the way of something he wants (say, Burning Avalon's grand prize), he will fight to whatever extent is necessary to move on. He won't try to make teams with the opponent. He prefers working on his own, especially after Mo's death, mostly because he doesn't want to get hurt in the end.

Mo: Mo's name is actually Mona. She's about 30 years old when she dies. Mo is a different sort of human. She comes from one of the last areas of vegetation left on the planet, and refers to herself as an “organic shifter”. This means that she can change any part of her body into something derived from Earth (think rocks and water, not machinery). Her clan of people is a highly religious group, with four gods devoted to the sky, fire, water, and soil. Mo left her clan in search of something more exciting, and came across the dead city where she met Leslie. Her abilities make her one of the more respected fighters in the city. However, what she didn't realize was that a lack of connection to the earth would poison her very body, taking away her shifting powers, and eventually killing her. Because Mo is still a type of human, her soul continued on, but Leslie wasn't satisfied with his only friend leaving him behind in such a desolate place.

Appearance: Leslie has always been fat, to put it bluntly. It wasn't because of anything he ate; it was just how his body worked. His skin is waxy, and his eyes are puffy and bloodshot, thanks to his years of drug addictions. Because Mo is a great scavenger (she considers dumpster diving her profession), Leslie's managed to find clothes that actually fit him. A full set of clothes in his world is pretty rare. Many people just walk around shirtless, or entirely naked.

Miscellaneous: To be added

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Textures are from everywhere and their mother. < u > Let me know if you really want one, I'll try to find it for you.
Drawn in Corel 11, edited in Photoshop
Fonts used: Courier, Impact

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