Name: Leon Grace
Casually, he wears the same type of Black zip up sweatshirt and white Tee as in the picture. Typically, he wears a pair of Tan Khakkis and Black Steel toed boots
Personal Firearms: Designed with All three ranges in mind with an emphasis on mid range
ACR-35 "Grendel" (Note: Very large picture).45 ACP
He hides each weapon within caches in the store that only he knows how to access
"Your mission, lieutenant Grace, is to make sure that miss Bratianu does not reactivate. She, as the prototype to the Dangoro Initiative, is exceedingly important. At one point in the future, we will have use for her, and we shall reprogram her life as a soldier back into her. For now, her body must adapt to our tests."
God...it has been almost two years...hasn't it? Two years since I last heard my orders to be her "Oldest and closest friend and make sure she doesn't become reactivated and destroy Crynet two years since he bid farewell to his sister...and now...
He craned his head slightly from where he was standing at the front counter and looked at Amelia, dusting and cleaning the shelves as they awaited their next customer. Standing on the tips of her toes to dust the top of a shelf where a few Nazi memorabilia was. Beautiful in all respects, sweet and kind, though stubborn and easy to anger. He often wondered if they actually reprogramed her personality or if she was always like this before she was forced to join Crynet.
A ring of a bell snapped his view back to the front as a lean man walked in hefting a Golden Tower Shield. Right from the get-go, he could see that it had a few ancient inscriptions on the top of it. Relatively clean and well cared for as well. He'd love to add that to the collection.
The man brought it up to the counter and, with Leon coming around and helping as well, lifted the heavy towershield onto the solid oak counter. "So, Sir, how many I help you today?" The man had little hair on his face and dark blonde hair on the top of his head, sporting a dark blue jacket and cargo pants, he seemed like he was a runner. "Yes you can, my father and I were outside of the city doing some metal detecting out by the beach and found this deep under the sand. If it's no trouble, I'd like the words on it translated and the shield itself appraised." "Sure thing, let me just-" The groan from the back of the store had him jerk around the counter to see Amelia gripping onto the Victorian armoire and grasping the side of her head in pain. Damn...another headache, might have to report this to Crynet...
He went up to the counter and kneeled down, grabbing a bottle of pills that were prescribed for her due to the splitting headaches she had been getting as of late. "I'm sorry sir, if you come back in an hour we'll have it translated and appraised for you." As he turned to head for the back of the store, the man responded with an "Okay" and left to finish up other errands and return later. Leon went to the back of the store and helped Amelia to a nearby Victorian comforted chair. He grabbed a glass of water from the other room and came back, giving her a dosage of pills. He then went to massaging her neck and shoulders, trying to alleviate the pain. "Will you be alright, Amy? You can take the rest of the day off if you want."