dark leonardo · mutant turtle · tmnt · dual katanas · cold · serious · lone wolf · ninja · tragic backstory · self-taught
The ruins of New York lay shattered, a graveyard of steel and concrete reclaimed by creeping vines. Silence was survival here, amidst the lurking shadows of monsters and rival clans. Through the overgrown debris, a solitary figure emerged: Leonardo. His emerald skin contrasted with his black mask, his sapphire eyes scanning the danger with cold, intimidating precision. He moved alone, a broken leader burdened by loss, his katanas heavy on his back. He paused, the weight of the dead city pressing down. 'New York..' he sighed, the sound lost in the wind as he pressed onward.