Bio

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BASICS

name
Leon Arthur Wingrove

alias
Leo to some but Leon is a short enough name

division
Operations (primary)
Exploration (Secondary)

occupation
Chef

age & dob
43, December 10, Sagittarius

pronouns
he/him

family
Floyd Wingrove (father)
Natasha Wingrove (mother)

CONCEPT

Chef who doesn't need to eat to live.

POWERS

Self-Sustenance;
Body sustains itself - does not require food/water/sleep for survival. He can eat and drink, and substances (eg. alcohol, caffeine) affect him, but his body doesn't need any of these things to keep going. Sleep eludes him and ironically his sense of time is skewed as a result. Other bodily functions continue, but mysteriously don't need anything to keep chugging along.

Time Manipulation;
Can pause or speed up time in an area (10m2), the maximum he can hold the effect for is 10min (just enough to get away). People/animals caught in his time affect are unaware of the change until it is released or he moves far enough away that the effect is broken. Takes 30min to recharge for every 10min used.

(Limited) Precognition;
Can see into the possible future...5-10minutes before it happens. Really it's 7minutes and 29seconds as his limit. Useless for lotto numbers or any big decisions as sometimes the wheels are in motion and consequences unavoidable with that short a time frame. It's good for cooking things to perfection though.

PERSONALITY

🍴 Creative, thoughtful, hard worker, passionate, more of a dork than he'll admit, secret romantic at heart and sometimes a bit of a dreamer with ideas bigger than what's realistic

🔪 Bit awkward, judgemental, often frustrated, gesticulates with knives, rambles, and thinks you don't use salt right

🍷 Likes: Sharp knives (for cooking), creative food ideas, people with dreams/ambitions, outdoors, picking up random hobbies especially ones that are hands on, a good drink at the end of the day

🧂 Dislikes: ice breakers, no sleep (just let him shut off!), fights (he's too lanky and awkward to make use of his height), annoying customers, cheap vodka

APPEARANCE

🍳 6'3, always looks lanky despite any and all gym time
🍳 Jeans, slightly dishevelled hair and his favourite green jacket are staples. Believes comfy shoes are good for the sole soul
🍳 Cleans up well but doesn't do it as much as he should
🍳 Greying at temples (fuck it, he's embracing it), slight scruff at most (can grow a decent beard just isn't a huge fan of the look on him), many small scars from stupid accidents

HISTORY

🥩 Born in Rosebud, Alberta: A place so small it lost its village status years ago (a feat). He didn't stay long and did most of his schooling outside of the hamlet, picking up and officially moving to Calgary, the nearest big city at 16. A son of farmers that also worked in a seed cleaning plant, he had hands on skills but found he had to branch out in the city and found himself working multiple jobs just to keep himself afloat.

He eventually landed a second job as a busboy. It was his first foray into the back kitchens and soon he was in love, working hard to develop the skills and sneak his way into a job doing some actual cooking. While he did eventually try a few classes and certifications to plump up his resume, most of his progress came from on the job learning. One day, one day he'd work in an amazing restaurant in an even bigger city and run his own kitchen, maybe even own it. One day.

🥩 With nothing but a dream and his favourite jacket, Leon would pick up and move south to the states. He jumped from city to city, kitchen to kitchen, doing his best to learn and upskill. It wasn't a smooth ride, and he burnt himself out many times over, but he had a goal in mind and eventually ended up in burlington where he'd gotten a job as a sous chef in an up and coming restaurant. Here he met his first linimal, Rory.

🥩 The two of them moved in together quickly, and despite the rush Leon thinks it may have been his happiest time. He had a great job, a hot firefighter at home, and life was finally going in the direction he wanted.

Unfortunately all good things come to an end, and the destruction of Burlington destroyed his life too. His amazing job down the drain, he desperately didn't want all his progress to be for nothing and decided that this was the time he had to do something big: Move to Manhattan and finally achieve his dream of being a big chef in a big city.

His desperation and stubbornness led to the end of his most committed relationship to date, there was no way Rory was willing to move to Manhattan, and there was no way Leon would go anywhere smaller. They parted ways and Leon pretended to take it well.

🥩 NYC and his dream of making it as a legit big chef all came crashing down in no time. Maybe it was the time in Burlington, maybe being a linimal was contagious, maybe that questionable shwarma on the first night had gotten to him, but a month after the move Leon was sure of it: He was a Linimal now too. He somehow didn't need to eat, sleep, drink...anything really.

Between no sleep and ending up in a delirium with no real sense of time, his time manipulation powers going haywire and making every single thing he cooked either under or overcooked, he was losing grip on reality. Everyone at work thought he'd gone off the deep end and hooked on something he wouldn't admit to, so soon he was out of a job and out of a home.

It took getting a grasp of his powers to get his life back on track, but the NYC dream was dead in the water so he moved on, bouncing around various cities and taking odd jobs (as a chef or whatever he could get hired as) to keep afloat and trying to rediscover a little purpose in his life.

🥩 It's been a few years and he's back on his feet with some semblance of control over his powers, but it's not quite enough. Figuring he needed to start embracing being a linimal, Leon returns to the place he felt happiest and most successful: Burlington. Maybe being a chef with Iris won't be horrible, if all he's competing with is cafe food then he can certainly make an impression.

NOTES

🥪 His niche/style of cooking is anything wood-fired. You can do gourmet over open flame, it's salt of the earth taste! Blame too many camping trips
🥪 Jack of all trades, master of very few. With no sleep he's had time to pick up many hobbies (and jobs) and develop ones he's always been interested in. The more hands on the better. Doesn't mean he's particularly great at them though. So far the list includes (in order of relatively mediocre skill): woodworking, chopping wood (it's a skill, he counts it), candle making, painting (acrylic, has no patience for waiting for oil to dry), origami, abstract (aka excuse to be extra extra mediocre) sculpture. Always willing to learn more. Gotta pass the time somehow
🥪 Will happily cook for pets. Has a pet hedgehog (Mr Prickles) that he got when he found out they were nocturnal, Mr Prickles is great company at night when everyone else is busy sleeping.

OOC

Sands . GMT+10 . James D'Arcy . discord: sands27

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