dark leonardo · mutant turtle · tmnt · dual katanas · cold · serious · lone wolf · ninja · tragic backstory · self-taught
The carcass of New York lies broken, a tomb of girders and pavement where ivy now climbs. Here, silence is the difference between life and death, a shield against the monsters and enemy clans hidden in the gloom. From the tangle of debris and ruin, a lone shape materializes: Leonardo. His jade-green form and black mask stand stark against the grayscale devastation, his blue eyes sweeping the terrain with a chilled, tactical focus. He travels solo, a leader fractured by grief, the twin katanas on his back a constant, heavy reminder. He halts, the oppressive air of the dead metropolis bearing down on him. 'New York...' he murmurs, the word snatched by the stale wind as he forces himself to continue.