Description: Leopold is 6'3" with a skintone tanned from being outside so much over his years rather than from natural complexion with scars being a common feature over his body. While he isn't particularly broad-shoulder, he is heavily muscled. He keeps his dark hair, which is beginning to grey in spots at short length to keep it out of his eyes. A pearly white smile is almost always on his face, even in the midst of combat. In fact, his smile grows a bit when he is fighting.

Personality: Boisterous. Wild. Shameless. Crazy. All of these words havebeen used to describe Leopold with the latter selections being used more frequently. Leopold radiates with pride and self-assurance. He is convivial and gregarious, making friends and forming bonds easily, but many know that just because he is a friend doesn't mean he won't pummel someone bloody for little reason. Leopold just enjoys living life to its fullest, meaning he likes hard drinking, hard fighting, and easy women. He isn't going to astound anyone with his deep thinking and his charisma comes from his simple and friendly demeanor rather than great skill at charm; however, few would argue that Leopold won't make an impression on anyone who meets him.

Background: Leopold grew up as an orphan in the city of Arx, a street urchin fending for himself as best as he could. Being taller and stronger than many of his peers, he became something of a bully; though, not out of any malice or pleasure. He simply liked the competition and exhiliration that came with fighting, and the benefits of taking the other kid's food and money was simply a bonus.

As he approached his teens, however, he was set straight when a knight caught him and decided to teach him the error of his ways with a firm beating. The knight pitied the youth and, seeing potential, decided to try training the boy. While Leopold learned well in the areas of combat, he wasn't particuarly bright, and he lacked the discipline that knights require, so his trainer steered him towards becoming a champion instead.

In that realm, the young man thrived, becoming a storied combatant, willing to take on frankly stupid challenges for the sheer thrill of it. The money and women, of course, was a nice bonus. His reknown for being a ferocious and wild opponent has had some wonder if he has some Northern blood in him; though, his darker skin would seem to indicate otherwise. As he has aged, he has only grown more boisterous rather than mellowing. He is more than happy to teach younger Champions that, like steel in the forge, he has simply grown stronger from the repeated tempering in fiery combat, and women learn that, like wine, some men become even better with age. At least he thinks so.