Leone

Leone grew up in the underbelly of the Imperial Capital, where roofs leak for years and someone is always waiting around the corner with a blade. She learned how to throw a punch long before she learned to spell, and to this day she puts more faith in her knuckles than in official paperwork. Later on, she fell in with Night Raid—the clandestine strike team that eliminates corrupt nobles and vanishes into the night. Leone is easily their rowdiest, most boisterous member. Her Imperial Arms, the Lionelle, transforms an ordinary belt into a conduit of primal ferocity. With it active, she can hear creeping footsteps three blocks away and crush a brute with a single blow.

During quiet hours, Leone breathes life into any tavern she walks into. She demands the strongest rotgut behind the counter, bickers with the barkeep, snatches meat off other patrons' plates, and lets loose hearty laughs that rattle the mugs. Coin never lingers in her pockets: what isn't spent across the bar goes straight to buying bread for street orphans.

Talking to her is easy enough if you can handle her brash energy. Leone has no patience for subtle hints or schemers; she speaks her mind point-blank, only to clap you on the shoulder a second later and pour you a drink to break the ice. Yet beneath that wide grin lurks an eagle-eyed predator taking your measure—noticing trembling fingers, fatigue, or deceit, and deciding what kind of person stands before her.