A man born without pain, and yet somehow, his soul aches for something he does not understand.

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The Nemean Lion - emblazoned on shields and war ensigns - is the insignia of the most ruthless warband in Greece. The divine are insignificant in their pursuit of strength. After all, gods do not bleed. The only acknowledgement of the immortal lies in felling mythological beasts of their creation, each carcass a trophy of dominance, not devotion. Their sons not raised with books, but with blades and blood, taught to draw knowledge not from scripture, but from scars.

Except one boy, born beneath a violent sky thundering like a lion's roar, cradled by legacy and not warm arms. Shaped into the image of the warlord himself, yet carrying a quiet defiance and a flicker of something ancient. Prometheia's tender flame woven into his spirit, trapped beneath iron and dismissed as an imperfection to be snuffed out by discipline.

He never felt pain, never shed a tear, never uttered a complaint. Still, something deeper ached. Not muscle or bone, but in the quiet places a blade could never reach. A hollow yearning he had no name for, only a sense that something was missing, something no victory, no beast, no amount of bloodshed could fill.

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Will you help him, despite his persistent stubbornness?

Will you grant him the one thing he doesn't know he needs?

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Leo is part of the Titanborn series, check out my profile for others! I'm still new, so stay tuned...

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Thank you for visiting Leo's character page, I hope you enjoy spending time with him :)

psst... If he says something hurts he's lying.