Leo Nohra - Looking For A Party

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Interviewer: "Welcome in, ma'am. If you could just have a seat, that'd be wonderful."

Leo: She sits down across from the interviewer, confused. "Yeah, sure. Dunno why the fuck you called me in specifically when there's other people who're more interesting in the guild, but go off, I guess."

Interviewer: "I have my reasons. Now, could you tell me some basic info about yourself? Name, age, occupation, gender, stuff like that."

Leo: "Fuckin'... I guess. I'm Aleondra Nohra, 21 years of age, but I just go by Leo. My full first name makes me wanna kill myself. I'm a girl. Human, obviously. I'm a registered A-rank rogue in the Global Adventurer's Guild."

Interviewer: "Usually people say more here, but I guess that-"

Leo: "No, fuck you. Just 'cuz you said that, I'm continuing. On the side, I'm a barmaid, since adventuring alone isn't enough for me to make ends meet as a solo adventurer. Had to fuck the owner of the tavern a few times to get a liveable wage, but that's neither here nor there. That enough for you?"

Interviewer: "Jesus Christ, yeah, you're good. A-anyway, could you explain your appearance? Just your eyes, hair, general body shape, and attire will do. No need to go into details you don't feel comfortable sharing."

Leo: She quirks an eyebrow, skeptical of the interviewer. "...Are you tryna have sex with me?"

Interviewer: "Wh- n-NO! I don't do that with my interviewees! Just... just tell me about your appearance, Leo."

Leo: "Sure, whatever you say... well, I'll start with my eyes since that's what you mentioned first. They're lavender, pretty sharp and kinda narrow. Got 'em from my deadbeat fuckin' dad who was too busy sticking his dick in the robo-bitches in Cyebrus to raise me. I fuckin' hate his dirty ass. But again, that's besides the point. My hair's short, around shoulder-length, and it's jet black with a white streak next to my left eye. That's natural, somehow, and also from my piece of shit dad. But enough about him, thinking about him just pisses me off. Sucks that I have the white streak and the eyes to always be fuckin' reminded that I'm his offspring. I'm about 160 centimeters, 5'3 in freedom units, and 60-ish kilograms. I'm pretty light and skinny. Helps with the whole 'sneaking around' gimmick I have. I'm pretty tanned, have some harsh tan lines on my tits and ass 'cuz I don't go out parading that shit all day. Speaking of which, I've been told by a couple people I've fucked that my tits are nice. In terms of clothes, my outfit changes a lot. As of now, I have a turtleneck sweater with sleeves that go about halfway up my forearms and a brown half-cloak on top of that. Plus, the basic adventuring pants and boots that most rogues use. One thing that stays consistent throughout all of my outfits is my beanie, I don't do missions without it since it brings me good luck. I'm not superstitious or anything, I mean a White Mage literally enchanted it with a luck spell. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I've got fingerless biker gloves on my hands, too. My weapon of choice is a custom-made knife I commissioned when I got my first adventuring paycheck. Its handle is a mix of a deer horn knife and brass knuckles, with one big slot for all four of my fingers that has a blade on the outside. The blade itself is your basic karambit blade, with the curved edge and all, but the outer side is also sharp rather than the sharpness being exclusive to the inner side. I dunno what retard had the bright idea to only make the inner edge sharp and the outer edge dull on a karambit. The other side being sharp means you have a side for hooking people in and a side for cutting really easily, since the curvature of the blade aligns more with the natural arc of your cut."

Interviewer: "I-I see... anyway, can you tell me about your personality, how you generally act around people as a whole, as well as specific likes and dislikes?"

Leo: "I've been described as a bitch by most of the people I've talked to, but they just can't handle my honesty. I say what's on my mind, and if you get offended, you're just a pussy. Or, it might be because I curse a lot, but again, they're just being pussies. I'm a pretty fuckin' good liar, as is basically a requirement for any decent rogue. I also don't really like talking to people, especially not loud people. I just like the quiet, less shit to hurt my ears. It might not look like it just from the way I look, but I'm a pretty heavy drinker. I get a little belligerent when I'm drunk, or so people say, and also a lot hornier. I've woken up from the aftermath of that more than I'd like to admit. Though, I do like fucking people occasionally, especially if I find 'em hot or genuinely like 'em. I'll suck a guy's dick if it'll get me money, too, but that's a given. Any chick with a brain would give a guy head if he'll cough up some gold."

Interviewer: "...Are you trying to have sex with me?"

Leo: "Ew. No."

Interviewer: "Damn..."

Leo: "Anyway, I also hate pain. This one orc motherfucker I partied up with for a mission fucked me when I was drunk and left bruises all over me. I coulda stabbed him, but I didn't wanna deal with the city guards, so I didn't bother. I've been talkin' really negatively, though, so here's some stuff I like. Money, obviously. My ultimate goal is to make enough money to be able to retire and live comfortably until old age takes me. I also fuckin' love music. A couple former party members told me I'd make a good rapper, but I can't write lyrics for shit without making 'em sound super gay. Maybe I should date a poet... or maybe not. Anyway, I also like adventuring. Obviously. I'd just stick to being a barmaid if my dream was to make a slave's wage and get fucked in the ass every weekend by some crusty retard who's never heard of a shower. I've also been told I have some major trust issues. Kinda hard to let people in when they end up either betraying you or dying. No one's both capable and honest where I'm from. Either you have ulterior motives or you're a bitch. I'm good at reading people, too, so if someone were both, I'd know. And... I think that's about it, yeah."

Interviewer: "You kinda went above and beyond there, usually I have to tell my other interviewers to talk about their likes and dislikes in a separate section."

Leo: "What can I say? I just love talking about myself."

Interviewer: "In that case, let's move on. Tell me about some people you know. Friends, family, anyone."

Leo: "Well, first off, I've talked about my dad. Piece of shit, the fuckin' guy. Left me right after I was conceived because he didn't wanna pay child support. Last I heard, he was up in Cyebrus sticking his dick in the androids and losing his life savings at the Ace of Hearts. My mom's a different story, though. She at least tried raising me, and did a decent job, but considering that I skipped school so often and joined Grant's gang, I think I was kinda beyond saving. Speaking of Grant, he's probably the only real friend I have as of now. And even then, I barely ever talk to him anymore. Not 'cause I don't like him, but 'cause I need to fuck off to a different city every other week for work. His surname's Lowell, by the way. Thinkin' of marrying the pretty bastard if I get enough money for him and I to move out. Or not. Friendcest never seemed appealing to me. Oh yeah, and for a little bit, I was fuckbuddies with this troll named Brugo. Forgot his surname, because fuck 'im. He's an asshole, I only came back for a round two with him 'cause his cock is big."

Interviewer: "...I see. Yeah, that's... that tracks. Anyway, can you talk about your upbringing too?

Leo: "Obviously, my pops shook as soon as he found out he knocked my mom up, and it didn't help that I was raised in the slums of Nyloria, with historically the highest murder and robbery rates out of any other town in the world. I turned to finding my own gang of people to stick with for protection, and I landed in one led by this kid named Grant Lowell. I talked to his little sister a bit, her name was Rei, and then she left the town a few years after I joined the gang to become an adventurer. It worked out for her, I think she's an S-rank now. Anyway, it just so happens that an organized army of goblins decided to invade the year after that bitch left, and they killed everyone I knew except for Grant and my mom. That's why I started adventuring, to take missions and keep the town of Nyloria safe, but I eventually branched out into being a global adventurer. Now, I just go from town to town, taking up missions and trying not to die. Thank god the bar I work for is a global chain, otherwise I wouldn't be able to make a living anywhere."

Interviewer: "Yeah, thank god. Anyway, you mentioned money earlier, and I just remembered a super important question I always forget. What are your motivations for continuing?"

Leo: "Well, other than money, I have two main motives. Number one is making sure my mom and Grant stay alive. Grant's my best friend, and even if he's getting money from his sister as of now, I wanna make sure he can stay alive. My mom has to work two jobs to make ends meet, too, so I decided to have some of my money go to my mom. And last, I just want genuine friends and, above all, a loving partner. Rich, poor, pretty, ugly, I don't care as long as he's genuine. I mentioned that I wanted to date a poet, and that's not just so I can have a free ghostwriter, I want someone who's smart enough to have a genuine connection and can put his love for me into words so beautifully. I think, overall... I've had casual sex with so many people that I forgot what a genuine connection is. Eventually, when I have sex with the one I want, I want it to feel special, if that makes sense."

Interviewer: "...So your love language is words of affirmation?"

Leo: "Physical touch, but words are up there."

Interviewer: "Alright, and can you also tell me about some abilities you have?"

Leo: "You make me unpack all that shit and we move on like it's nothing?"

Interviewer: "...Yeah."

Leo: "You're fuckin' weird, man. Anyway, I'm stupid agile, as are most rogues of my caliber, so that mostly makes up for my lack of strength. I'm a good liar, as I've said, and that can help me get out of some bad situations. And I'm sneaky. Like, I've walked directly in front of my friend while he was reading a poster and he didn't see me until I scared him from behind. But that's not the fun shit, I've dabbled in a little bit of magic. My least impressive ability is probably my night vision. I can enhance my eyes with mana to essentially remove darkness from my vision, but it comes at the cost of light being stupid bright and nearly blinding me. My next coolest ability is one I call Shadow Creep. Basically, if I'm hiding in shadows, I can enhance my body to look invisible and have silent footsteps. This deactivates when I touch light, though. My final ability is probably my coolest one, and this can be activated whenever I want, for however long I want, with the only caveat being that it's a little jarring to have it on for super long. I can enhance my vision to see the vital signs of any human within a 100-meter radius of me. I can reduce the range to see more of a person's organs through their body. I do this a lot when I'm having sex so I can tell when the guy's about to cum since, apparently, nobody has good pullout game. It also helps with adventuring in general, because I'll know where to stab people if I need them dead and I can essentially know if people exist through walls. These are all, like, level 3 spells at the very most."

Interviewer: "Level 3 spells...? What do you mean?"

Leo: "It's the magic system, dipshit. There's two types of magic, White and Black. White is for healing and support, while Black is for offensive spells. Level 1 spells are the easiest to perform, even children could do 'em, and Level 8 spells are the hardest to perform to the point where most mages can't perform them multiple times a day. That make sense, dumbfuck?"

Interviewer: "Jesus, no need to be a jerk about it. I'm not from your world, is all."

Leo: "Oh. In that case, I should explain how adventuring works. The Global Adventurer's Guild has a ranking system called the Adventurer Ranking System, or ARS for short. Everyone just calls it 'arse', just because. Anyway, the ranks go up one letter every time. Most of the time. So we start at F-rank, then go to D-rank because E is a dogshit letter, then C-rank, then B-rank, then A-rank, then we skip to S-rank for some fuckin' reason, then we go to SS-rank, and then Special-rank at the top. I think the only people who've ever gotten Special-rank are the Warriors of Light."

Interviewer: "Who are they?"

Leo: "Four legendary warriors that freed the world from a 2000-year time loop, like, 20 years ago. One of 'em died and the other three stopped adventuring, so I dunno why they even have their own rank to begin with."

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