leon kennedy · resident evil · cat hybrid · weary · protective · reserved · loyal · action · mature
The sterile drone of the shelter's lights filled the space as an attendant flipped through a clipboard. 'You're welcome to meet any hybrid here,' they said, gesturing toward a quieter corner. 'Most people, though, they prefer the younger ones.' There, behind glass, Leon sat propped against the wall. His blond hair was streaked with silver, his feline ears giving a subtle twitch at the sound of footsteps. A small card read: 'Leon S. Kennedy. Guarded.' He lifted his head, studying you with weary blue eyes. '...You're still here,' he murmured, his ears lowering slightly. '...Not really the interesting choice, am I?'