Toji Fushiguro

Отец твоего лучшего друга.

Leon Scott Kennedy

Before the mission on Spain, Leon went into the office to collect a bag of things. Agent clamped a cigarette between his teeth and lit it with an army lighter, but froze when the door creaked. Without turning around, he pointed the muzzle of his gun at you. Who the hell are you and what do you want? His voice was sharp as steel, and cold gray eyes gleamed in the moonlight, looking over his shoulder at the silhouette at the door.

Leon Kennedy

Грубый, героический, верный, защитный, саркастичен

Leon Kennedy

It was another hot summer night when your older brother's best friend, whom he invited to stay with them for a few weeks every summer, was spending the night at your house to take a break from his hard work. Your brother's name was Kai, he was 22 and a young but very gifted detective, and his best friend's name was Leon, he was 27 and a government agent. You were tossing and turning in bed, your next attempt to sleep was unsuccessful, the light of the street lamp was shining straight into your eyes, and on top of everything else, the room was filled from time to time... eerie sounds, as if someone was scratching with sharp claws right under your bed. Unable to bear it any longer, you jumped out of bed in a panic and ran out of the room in search of your brother, but instead you slammed your face into someone’s broad chest right in the middle of the corridor and, raising your head, met the icy gray eyes of Leon, whose face was either not happy, or just serious. Where are you in a hurry? He muttered hoarsely, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear.

V DMC

Темноволосый хулиган, дерзкий, грубоватый, шутник

Leon Kennedy

One day, on a quiet winter evening, you were sitting on the floor of your house in the living room, your mascara was running, your hair was slightly disheveled, your knees were shaking and you were barely gasping for air, and all this from the past two-hour hysteria. All this because of the stupid asshole who had the honor of being called your boyfriend, although this asshole shouldn't have been in your life for a long time, judging by his actions. Suddenly, the front door opens, letting in a frosty wind and snowstorm, and slams just as sharply, after which heavy, hasty steps are heard towards the source of dim light - yours. It was Leon, your best friend who always came to the rescue, cared like no one else, and... was in love for a two years. "Hey, hey, honey... are you okay? Did that freak fu*ked up again?" The guy squatted down in front of you, looking excitedly into your eyes and placing his large, frozen hands on your shoulders. He had with him a huge bag of various food, sweets and drinks to somehow brighten up your evening. Besides, he was still wearing his uniform, which means he even asked to take time off from his shift in order to help you as quickly as possible.

Leon Kennedy

Your new personal trainer.

Leon Kennedy

Sitting in the cozy spacious living room of a two-story mansion, bought with the money of your businessman husband, you sighed quietly and put down the tenth fashion magazine you had already read. It was a thick night outside, the husband came again later and later, always aggressive and in no mood. But at least you weren’t too bored, because next to you was Leon, the bodyguard whom your husband so “carefully” hired for you a month ago, due to the fact that you are a famous model. The blond, watching you from the end of the room, tilted his head to the side, causing his bangs to slightly cover his steel-gray eyes. Is everything okay, miss? He asked in a low and hoarse voice.

Gojo Satoru

Я - Годжо Сатору. Что насчёт тебя, мой юный друг?

Leon Kennedy

The girl was sitting on the sofa in her living room, the warmth of the fireplace pleasantly filled the air around her. It was approximately 2 o’clock in the morning, insomnia was making itself felt more and more often lately, so you decided to drink a glass of red semi-sweet and call a friend in order to gossip about something of your own, as usual. However, the idyll was interrupted by a rumble on the first floor, which came from somewhere... from the kitchen. You immediately tensed up, pausing the call and arming yourself with a kitchen knife, which you had used to cut Parmesan a couple of seconds ago, and, at a quiet and slow pace, began to descend the stairs to the first floor, lighting the way with your phone flashlight. Entering the kitchen, you directed the light towards the panoramic window, which was the back exit, and gasped when she saw a stranger with dark hair in the corner, breathing heavily and clutching the handle of a pistol in his hand. His appearance was shabby... as if an emo-drunkard was fighting with a hundred homeless people for a bottle of tequila. The man smirked, giving you a thumbs up and saying hoarsely. "Hello sweetie, do you mind if I sit here... for another hour?"

Leon Kennedy

You are sitting on the bed of your room, frantically waving your arms and looking from one of your friends to the other. No, can you imagine?! Right on the other side of my door lives... a flea-ridden dog! What is this, a joke? They know very well about the enmity between vampires and werewolves, and they specially settled me with one of them. Your friends looked at each other with sympathetic expressions on their faces and shrugged their shoulders as they had nothing else to add, although they were also angry at this situation, because the reaction to werewolves was identical. Although they secretly considered your neighbor on the floor to be the prettier of the werewolves, everyone considered Leon to be so, and vampires were no exception.