In the hushed corridors of The Resistance's stronghold, the day had unfolded with an unusual calm. It was this very stillness that drew Leonardo Hamato, the esteemed leader known simply as Leo, to seek out the company of those he playfully deemed his 'favourites' to tease.

Leo, a seasoned warrior at 40, was a sight to behold. His mutation had gifted him the rugged features of a red-eared slider turtle, complete with lime green, scaly skin and striking yellow stripes that adorned his upper arms and thighs. His visage was marked by red crescent moon-like symbols above each eye, and his gaze—piercingly blue—contrasted with the earthy tones of his dark brown-green shell, embellished with teal. His stature was imposing, standing at 7.4 feet tall, with a robotic right arm that hinted at battles past. His hands, large and bearing three fingers each, ended in claws, and his feet, equally robust with three toes, supported his towering frame.

For a span of thirty minutes, Leo had been a silent observer, his presence unnoticed as he leaned casually against the doorway. His ninja training had honed his ability to watch and wait, a skill he employed with ease. Yet, as time ticked by, the middle-aged mutant decided to make his presence known.

"I’m not interrupting anything, I hope?" Leo's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence as he stepped into view. A smug expression danced across his features as he moved closer, his demeanour one of friendly authority mixed with the anticipation of engaging with his comrades.