The Lost

Full Name: Leonard Percival Faust
Codename: The Lost
Nickname(s): Lost; The; Leo; Percy
Alias(es): The Lost
Age: 18
Birth date: Jan 12
Classification: Human
Affiliation: Neutral


Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Yellowish Hazel
Height: 6ft 3in
Weight: 129 pounds
Other:
Skin Color: Pale Mocha, like spilled coffee.
Build: Tall, thin, and fit.
Hairstyle: Long and straight. Sometimes pulled back into a ponytail.
Clothing: The Lost generally wears various forms of formal and semi-formal wear out of obligation mainly. However, he never disliked it. He loves to wear suspenders and fedoras. Ties are okay to him.
Costume:His mask his his notable feature. It is painted with streams of tears as well as a laughing mouth. Its eye holes allow his true eyes to be seen. He wears a poncho, which has a collar that rises up to cover the bottom half of his face. His shirt has one sleeve slightly too large. On the other arm he wears a thick metal cuff that has a small chain attached. There are no reasons for either of these things, although the cuff is made of metal and is thick enough to maybe block something or other. However, that is not its intended purpose and using a product for anything other than its intended purpose will void its warranty. His pants are comfortable and easy to move in. He had thick knee high boots, that are also surprisingly easy to move in. All of his clothes are a soft blue color, and his shirt and pants are baggy enough to conceal things in hidden pockets.

===POWERS===

Powers:

The Mask – “One who does not master the use of the mask, can never take over the world.”
The Lost's greatest power is his acting ability. From an early age he had always been talented as an actor, and genuinely enjoyed acting and improving his art. He requested lessons and classes to help develop his acting ability. As he grew older and began to immersed deeper into the social circles of the political world and found little difference between acting on the stage and keeping up appearances amongst the aristocratic elite. Talent, hard work, and experience. Despite only being in his late teens, he has already a staggering amount of control over his emotions and behavior. His stern poker face that can display any emotion he wants, and none that he doesn't wish for, is by far his most useful and well developed power.

Fight or Flight – The Lost has received training in two martial arts, Savate and Parkour. Originally, only meant as a means of exercise to keep himself fit and attractive, he has taken to these martial arts with a great passion. However he is far from a master of either. Conditioning wise, The Lost is pretty diligent, and is above the average of the privileged elite. Though that is not saying much. In both physical ability and technical skill, he quickly pales in comparison to the average of villain or hero who dedicate themselves to martial arts. He can hold his own against those types, for a limited amount of time, but cannot hope to defeat them in a fair one on one fight. Of course he enjoys a considerable advantage against heroes and villains who do not specialize in close combat in that situation, assuming he can bypass their powers somehow. Savate is a French martial art in which elements of boxing are combined with graceful kicking techniques. It is comparable to Kick Boxing and Muay Thai, however Savate generally does not involve the knees and is often practiced with shoes on. In general The Lost has a quite rounded fighting style. He will generally switch back and forth between both out-boxing and in-fighting to confuse his opponents and disrupt their rhythm. In out-boxing, he keeps his distance and relies on footwork to avoid attacks, relying heavily on speed and agility. He will use his long legs and trained kicks along with quick jabs to keep the enemy at bay. In-fighting relies on strength and endurance, in which he must dash into to extreme close range where he utilizes powerful combinations. Being rounded, he is fairly competent at both in-fighting and out-boxing, but what really makes him a formidable opponent is how he switches back and forth between these two techniques to disrupt his opponents. Parkour is a unique martial art style that is also of French origins that is also called l'art du déplacement. It focuses on the flight aspect of the “fight or flight response”. It is involved with simply moving to point A from point B as fast as possible, with the least amount of energy needed. Climbing, jumping, falling, and sliding are some of the basic things a practitioner of Pakrour familiarizes themselves with, in order to traverse the everyday obstacles one might encounter between point A and B. It is not to be confused with the 'sport' version of Parkour, called Freerunning. Freerunning involves unessential flips and tricks, that stray from the original principles of Parkour. The Lost is able to do these as well, but they are not his focus. He choose a direct striking style and style that focuses on fleeing and movement, so that he would never be at the disadvantage of one move. He has prepared both flight and fight to have both options available at any given time.

New Path – In short you can call it influence. The Lost has and uses influence over people that heroes are unable or unwilling to take advantage of. That ability to manipulate people and willingness to do so is something that make him quite the formidable figure to deal with. From the beginning he had lived a privileged life, being born into a rich and influential family. With the money he had access to at an early age, he invested through traditional means as well as expanded into business on his own. As a direct result, he has a rather large financial backing to any agenda he wants to put into motion. Aside from that he has made quite a name for himself among certain social circles by being the life of the party at many occasions as well as for several memorable performances on stage. Through these various things, he has begun to form his own 'gang', for lack of a better word. He has recruited a few small time criminals and punks that he has dealt with in the past. He has done this with the intent to reform these criminals. He calls this gang the “New Path'. The goal of New Path is to slowly eradicate crime as well as build up his own influence, however things are not going quite as ideal as that. The original idea stems from the thought that if a villains can surround himself with henchmen, why can't a vigilante? However the henchmen of a moral bound vigilante doesn't enjoy the freedom or instant gratification that a criminal enjoys. The members of New Path are more or less forced begrudgingly to follow The Lost. Many members are waiting for the chance to betray The Los, and many others continue to act as criminals on the side, but The Lost is aware of this and makes his plans accordingly. On the other hand New Path does have a few upstanding and loyal members. All in all the members of New Path are cannon fodder small time punks, who, for whatever their reasons, do what The Lost says. Most are unreliable, unarmed, untrained, and many are useless in a fight. However even those who cannot fight can still act like they're tough, and tend to do so. They are what you'd expect from your basic henchmen, the only difference is that they follow a man with a moral code's agenda instead of a villain's. The Lost plans to use his New Path in order to build reputation and influence. As of now New Path is unheard of, but once it gains a reasonable amount of fame, The Lost plans to shift focus from 'do-gooding' to more profitable endeavors.

Behind the Mask – The intellectual realm is The Lost's true forte. He is creative in addition to being intelligent, and is able to formulate strategy and tactics, and can easily keep track of a multitude of contingencies. Additionally, he can adapt and reformulate plans on the fly fairly well. Of course this is all dependent on the level of information he has to work with. Being aware of this himself, he carefully manipulates information with his Mask and Influence, collecting as much as he can while only releasing information with a goal in mind to accomplish.

===PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE===

Likes:
Fighting.
Winning.
Losing isn't so bad either, if its done well.
Acting.
Becoming stronger.
Having options.
Control.
Achieving goals.
Ordering people around.
Being disobeyed is interesting sometimes, if done right.
Being challenged.
Over coming challenges.
Lying.
Profit.
Independence.
Fun.
Interesting things and people.
Running.
Being free.
Beautiful girls.
Fast cars.
Also all girls in general, and cars regardless of speed.

Dislikes:
Being read.
Being judged.
Being caught.
Foolishness.
Being dependent.
Boring things and people.
Debt.
Being forced to do things.
Brats.

Strengths:
Well rounded. The Lost is very intelligent and has a strong mental fortitude and self control as well as influence over others. His body is also kept fit and trained. Even at his young age, he has already established a strong foothold into society with access to both money and manpower, to satisfy his personal agendas and uphold his own noble ideals.

Weaknesses:
Only Human – If you stab him in the heart with an arrow or sword he might die. (That's a joke) Despite being both smart and strong, The Lost is ultimately only human. He cannot surpass that limitation built into him, and will quickly pale in comparison against superhuman geniuses or powerhouses. As a mortal human being he will probably die if you stab him anywhere with anything decently sharp. If its in the heart, then he will definitely die.

Skills:
Acting – Having a great intellect and having an incredible poker face, the skill of lies is one of The Lost's most polished and useful skills.
Savate – A strike based french martial art.
L'art du déplacement – The art of movement, Parkour.
Strategy and Tactics – The bread and butter of every mastermind, criminal or other.
Manipulation – Although acting is useful when manipulating people, it is not the only method in which The Lost is skilled in. Even at his young age, The Lost is an expert and manipulating people. Threatening weak points, offering rewards, and other more direct and blunt methods are all part of what The Lost does, in the name Justice.
Bilingual – The Lost speaks both French and English quite fluently.
Fiance – The Lost was taught by his parents the ins and outs of investing in stocks and businesses. Overall however, his investing is very safe and conservative. He invests mainly in the big names that can't possibly fail, like Wayne Industries, LexCorp, and Star Labs. He only invests in risky ventures when he has recently received a generous windfall and accept losses. He also owns parts several small businesses that turn out a decent profit. However all of this is in name only and he doesn't make any executive decisions. He is either solely a minor financial backer, or his parents are the real ones in control. That suits him just fine, however.

Equipment:
He carries a knife, sometimes several. Other times, he carries many. Among his knives he has a special knife that has a derringer built into it's handle. It's a sort of last resort weapon. The gun built into the handle is hidden, and can only fire three bullets of the lowest caliber. There are four holes at the top of the thick handle, around the blade. One hole is a laser pointer, for aiming. The other three holes are the barrels for the hidden firing mechanism built into the handle.

He is generally carrying a generous supply of cash while in costume, but no cards or Ids for obvious reasons.

Habits/Quirks:
He generally prefers to rely on his body to win fights, rarely pulling out his knives.

He also has many vices that he allows himself to indulge in, from to time. This includes the usual, drinking, gambling, women, video games, comics, etc. However, he is usually very responsible in knowing his limits.

The Lost has a very thin French accent from the time he spent growing up there. It becomes slightly thicker when he drinks.

Also he is a fan of 'Naruto' a manga/anime that originates in Japan and has been translated in many languages and available in many countries that The Lost has lived in.

Personality: All in all The Lost is a human being. He gets happy, angry, and sad, although with his great acting skill you might not know it. He will decide in each situation, what the appropriate response will be. In social settings he is usually very honestly happy and carefree, however business wise, he is almost a completely different person. He has both love and hatred in his heart, both good and evil in his soul. The Lost has a twisted, child like sense of right and wrong. He believes that nothing he does is wrong, as long as it is done in the name of Justice. Justice has become a very convenient word for him in many instances. Specifically when he blackmails his underlings into obeying him. However at heart he is a good person. He truly believes that the members of New Path will be reformed by having a place on the side of Justice. He does hate to lose and is quite petty over the stupidest things. However, on the important matters he always genuinely wants to do the right thing. On the other hand he has no problems breaking certain laws. Like how he drinks, despite being under-aged. He wants to progress his social standing in the world above all else. He is always aspiring towards his own noble ideals in order to accomplish this dream. He believes in progress above all other things, always seeking results and trying to make an impact, but at the same time he will not resort to murder or theft and outright villainy to accomplish this. He is only interested in saving the day, if it benefits him somehow. The most common way is to improve social standing and reputation for his group 'New Path', however that reason only works to a certain degree. It does not make good business sense to risk his limited resources if the payout is not great. All in all, he is not a hero and not a villain. If he saves the day, its only for his own personal benefit, but at the same time he does generally commit any major offenses like stealing or murder. However he may be involved in petty crimes like under-aged drinking and might even become involved corporate espionage if the opportunity presents itself. He holds life in general to be sacred to a certain degree. He still will use his underlings and employees as resources.

===PERSONAL BACKGROUND===

Family:
Faust Family
Father: Percival Quincy Faust
Mother: Lilith Faust (Formerly Lilith Noir)
Place of Origin: Paris, France
Current City: Steel City
History: Leonard Percival Faust was born to Percival and Lilith Faust, shortly after their marriage. He was born into a rich and lavish lifestyle, but along with the riches and extravagance of the upper class came strict and rigorous studies and training. He was taught to learn the proper etiquette of being of the aristocratic elite in order to become a proper socialite and uphold the good family name. At an early age he was introduced to several instruments, none of which he took to. His singing voice was never spectacular, either, but his acting ability on the other hand, showed great promise. To cultivate this talent, his parents paid for tutors and lessons in acting. When Leonard grew older, he was forced to take up a hobby that would keep him fit and active. He took to Savate and Parkour quite well and actively practices these martial arts. Along the same time he was given a rather large sum of money in a strictly controlled trust fund. He was allowed to invest this money in stock and businesses and became very successful in this. Among the close circle of friends of his parents, he was hailed as a child prodigy, however in reality, his parents had actually made all of the decisions that lead to his success. It was all a ruse to increase social standing. However, at the very least, Leonard was taught how the process of investing works.

Leonard was taught how to be a polite young man, and an upstanding member of the high life society, however the strict rules and stuffy social practices of the upper class can slowly eat away at a young man and he was no exception. Leonard began to enter a rebellious phase of sorts. He frequently snuck out of his parent's mansion to go to dives and clubs and do the things that young people do. He often took a small novelty hero mask that covers his entire face. The mask is sculpted to look like a generic human male's face, except that it was missing a mouth. It was light blue, with tear streams painted on it. It was comfortable and pretty good in quality, so he decided to take it with him. He decided to paint on a smiling face, since he deemed that a crying mask wouldn't be good for partying. This crying/laughing mask was not much better, but by hiding his identity, he would protect his family's name, but to be honest it was really just a joke idea at the time. He didn't honestly expect anyone to not recognize him, but it gave him just enough ambiguity and reasonable doubt to deny it out right if anyone called him on it. The actual mask he wore when he enjoyed his night life, and his impeccable mask of his acting ability aloud to fool everyone into believing that his two personas were two different people, but honestly neither of them was the real him.

The truth was he was just killing time. He was just enjoying the usual everyday mundane things that a person of his position enjoyed. He perhaps got away with more than most with his double life, but none of it truly made him happy.

He only discovered his true self in his late teens. One night after drinking heavily, he told his driver that he would enjoying the moonlight for the night. After his driver made sure he was still getting the extra money he was bribed with, he sped off, leaving Leonard all alone. He began to make his way to the hotel he was staying in, while enjoying the moonlight like he had planned. He was in London at the time, and the street he was walking down was known as Cheapside and it was not a street you wanted to be rich, alone and drunk in.

A shady looking man approached him, with his hands in his pockets. He told Leonard to give him all his cash, but Leonard was too drunk to pay attention and ended up just walking by at first.

The man called out to him again, angered. Leonard turned to him and finally realized that he was being mugged, but it was so surreal that it didn't really sink yet. There was no way that someone was actually going to mug 'him'. That's what he thought anyway.

“Che,” Leonard sucked his teeth as he continued walking away, ignoring the mugger. Further enraged, the shady man began to quickly storm his way towards Leonard, who turned to cuss him out.

However, before Leonard could say anything, the man took a swing at him. Thankfully, as soon as he saw the swing, his training kicked in by instinct. He reacted as if he were in a sparring match, and avoided the swing by leaning away at an extreme angle. His head slip had caught the mugger off guard, and again on instinct, Leonard slugged him as hard as he could. The mugger must not have been expecting it at all, because it caught him hard and floored him. He was knocked out in one punch. A real lucky shot if there ever was one.

It had only lasted for one brief exchange, but it was the first real fight that he had ever been in. It was so exciting, and frightening, so horrible and yet beautiful. It might have been because he was drunk at the time, but for the first time in his life, he had felt like he was truly alive. He raised up his hands in celebrations, and when he did he noticed a rather large streak of red pouring down his left arm. Apparently, the mugger was holding a knife slashed it at him, not swung. In the heat of the moment, he could not tell the difference, and although he avoided the worst of it with his head slip, his arm had flailed out enough to be caught by the knife as it came to the end of its swing.

Leonard noticed the knife still in the unconscious thief. He decided to take it. It was not wrong to steal from a mugger, right? Besides this was practically spoils of war. The wounds on his arm was actually deep, so he called his driver back. Aside from scarring his left arm, the event had left a deeper impression on him. A real fight, it was different from anything he had ever experienced. Up until then he had simply been watching as his life went by. He felt as if he had done nothing up until that point. Everything he did was guaranteed to succeed, everything was set up for him with the best conditions. He had simply just watched to make sure the pieces fell into place.

But that night, he had finally stopped watching from the background. He was finally awake. Finally taking action. He was finally alive. He had to have been, otherwise he would have been dead. That knife would have killed him, if it had landed.

When he sobered up the next morning, he wracked his brilliant brain trying to figure out how he could enjoy that feeling again. In the next few months he tried to set up sparring matches with other Savate practitioners, but whether he won or loss none of them were exciting. He tried to arrange under the table matches with fighters who practiced other martial arts, offering cash prizes and this variety and added danger did provide some entertainment for awhile. He even made some money against some fighters, but none of these fights were as exciting as that one exchange.

He began to wonder if it simply was because he was drunk. Getting drunk before his next underground fight only resulted in a broken arm with a hangover at the same time.

He finally gave up on organized fighting, believing that only a true world fight could give him what he wanted, but what could he do? Its not like he could just beat people up at school... or could he?

He knew there were bullies at his school, though they never picked on him because he was rich and popular. He was not an ideal target, although they probably would have wanted to, but they would never get away with it. He tried to pick a fight with them, or at least give them the opportunity to attack him, but they were unexpectedly docile. He began to feel guilty as he prodded them, trying to bait them into fighting him. It looked like he was bullying them. At people walking by began to look at him as if they were about to intervene to save the bullies. Leonard later learned that it was the Faust name was protecting him, and that most of their fathers worked for his father. They couldn't attack him, no matter what he said.

He became depressed when he realized he wouldn't be able to get the 'real' fight he had been itching for. To remedy this depression he picked up his mask in preparation for a night of hard drinking, but when he saw himself in the mirror with the mask on, and his school uniform, he realized something. With his face covered with the mask, his hair covered with a fedora, and his generic uniform, it was hard to tell him apart from most of the other guys in school.

After a few months, he tried to confront the bullies again, this time wearing a fedora and his mask. He didn't have to say anything, as soon as they saw his mask they began to mock him. He let them carry on as much as they wanted. Some of the things they said where even kinda clever. Though most weren't. Even with his poker face, he couldn't help but smile. Though then again he didn't see a reason to hide it.

“What's so funny freak?” One the punk's famous last words.

None of them were a match for a trained martial artist, but they sure as hell tried. They scratched, they clawed, they threw dirt, they ganged up on him all at once, they bled, they fell, they rolled on the ground crying. It was nothing like the other fights. It was like... that one exchange.

It was ugly beautiful. Scary wonderful. Sickeningly comforting. His blood mixed with his sweat and mixed with his saliva so he could taste it, too. It was a real fight.

And he wanted more. He spent the next few weeks fighting punks after punks at his school, but after awhile that excitement came to an end as well. Each time, he made sure that they started the fight first. He had his principles as an upstanding and model member of the upper class elite after all. Before he knew it the people who were itching for revenge had become docile and would no longer attack him. He tried to mock them again, but nothing seemed to work.

It seems that somewhere along the line he had beaten up the kid respected as 'strongest' in the school. He wasn't really a bully, and just a jock really. Somewhere along the line he had heard the myth of the man in the mask who was beating everyone up and had decided to challenge Leonard himself.

Leonard had won soundly that time as well, but only heard about its significance later.

After that, no one would dare pick a fight with him and he had lost the excitement he craved so dearly. He became so desperate, he began to trail some of the less popular and weaker kids in his school. He waited until a bully would pick on them, and then he'd intervene, playing the hero role perfectly. However he was really doing it for his own selfish reasons. After a few months, however, this excitement faded as well. It seemed that he had actually rooted out bullying from his school entirely. Ironically this was a problem for him, because now everyone was so afraid to pick on anyone, that no one fought him.

Finally he gave in, he had fallen so low that he became a bully himself. His playful baiting had turned into nothing more than the standard fare for picking on people. He played the villain role quite well, too.

Still, no matter how cruel he was, they remained docile. The other bullies in school had become his personal servants. He hoped by ordering them around, one would get angry enough to attack him, but no one ever did.

He made them buy him juice, then smacked them around saying that he had wanted canned coffee.

“You took too long, and I changed my mind before you got back... so go buy me some damn soda!” he'd finish, after beating on them. Beating people who didn't fight back was no excitement at all.

He finally got an idea, and called all the strongest and shadiest guys from school to an 'obligatory' meeting at midnight. When they were all gathered behind the school, underneath a full moon, he addressed them while wearing his infamous mask.

“Everyone here... You all hate me,” he started.

“Alone or with your friends I beat you... but now, look around. You've got a small army here. You can finally take me,” He explained.

“So come on, this is your chance for revenge!” He said with a smile, anticipating the greatest fight yet.

“Let's go!” He said with cheer in his voice, but after he didn't hear the blood thirsty roar of the punks he had been beating for the past few months. Instead, he heard only silence.

“What's the matter? What are you waiting for?” Leonard began to scream, frustrated. They shrank away from his anger.

“We get already!” one of them finally called out. Leonard turned to him, staring at the 'former' strongest from behind the mask.

“We get it... you're the boss of the school,” He said getting down on his hands and knees and bowing.

“Even all together we can't touch you,” Another one in the crowd said as he began to bow as well. They all bowed down to him after that. It as like some kind of cult ritual. In his darkest fantasy, Leonard never entertained the idea of beating up all these guys at once, but for some reason... No. Leonard was intelligent enough to look at this situation and understand.

It was fear. They were afraid. They were afraid of the man who had beat them separately, and had the audacity to gather them all up like this and challenge them. Some even respected him for it. None of them knew that he was just planning to fight until he eventually lost. Planning to lose, no one considered that was his goal. After losing, they wouldn't be so afraid of him either. They'd maybe even start challenging him one on one again... but somehow things had turned out like this instead. Some of the best laid out plans end up failing like this. That was a good lesson to learn. Even better, the lesson Leonard learned that day was the power of fear and its use as a weapon and bargaining tool.

He didn't get the fight he had been craving, and his plan had fallen through but... instead he had gotten something even better. He had conquered the entire school. Instead of random exciting fights, he had actually accomplished something, and that gave him a rush of excitement and fulfillment unlike anything he had ever felt.

Somewhere along the line a new persona' had already been formed. Maybe it happened when they all began to bow. Most likely, it had been formed during that first exchange. He just needed a name. It wasn't the model aristocrat he acted as for his parents, it wasn't the fun loving, club hopping, spoiled socialite he pretended to be to kill time, this was someone completely different. This was the real him.

He realized that most people would consider what he was doing was crazy, but to him it was the only way he wanted to live his life.

To those who go the way, he who has strayed will be called The Lost.

To he who has strayed, he has simply forged a New Path.

The Lost and his New Path had been born and unleashed onto the world. Where that path goes, no one can say for sure, but it all begins at this point.

At 18, after finishing high school, The Lost moved out of his parent's mansion to study abroad. He choose a college in America. He picked one in specific. It was not the most prestigious, and didn't offer the any special courses or degrees that interested him in particular. What was most interesting about this college was that it was only a short commute from Steel City. From what Lost had researched about the City, it was the perfect place for him to set up shop. He'd be able to do whatever he wanted with out the law breathing down his neck, and at the same time he'd have plenty of criminals that needed to be brought to Justice, but not just any Justice, his own Justice. Along the way, he planned to make as much profit as possible, and fun as well. Oh would there be fun. So much fun to be had.

Sample RP
[i]'Wasn't this bottle of Jack full a couple of moments ago?'[i] Leonard asked himself as he looked at an empty bottle that he had just killed. He was stumbling his way out of the high end club, still wearing his mask out of habit. He collapsed into an empty booth, and decided to close his eyes for just a moment.

A few hours later, he was awoken to a rather unique and playful scream, “MUMBO JUMBO!” The mysterious voice called out.

Leonard sat up and found himself staring at an interesting sight. It was a blue skinned man with white hair. He was wearing a mask like his, and was dressed up like a cheap stage magician. What was most interesting about him was that he was waving his magic cane around, and a stream of money was flying through the air and into hat. All the while the blue magician was laughing hysterically. The stream of money was flying out of the pocket books and wallets of all the club goers. This was a fancy high end place after all. Most of the women were either well fed and draped with dead animal furs, or broom thin models draped around men twice as old as them.

“How... profitable,” Leonard said reaching for a glass to pour himself something. Unfortunately he remembered the bottle was empty. [i]'Wasn't this bottle of Jack full a couple of moments ago?'[i] Leo asked himself again.

When Mumbo turned to collect the money from Leo's side of the club, he saw Leo.

“Gah! Who are you?! A hero?! When did you get here?” He screamed in surprise, in a high pitched voice. Leonard didn't respond, not knowing he was being addressed.

Mumbo took a comically large step closer towards Leonard, forcing him to notice the blue skinned old man. Leonard fell backwards into his booth, in surprise.

“You're not a hero...? phew... you scared me for a moment,” The magician let out a sigh of relief, as he noticed the bottle in the young man's hand.

“Say... you're not some kinda teenaged superhero... are you?” He then asked, some worry returning to his voice.

“.... Non,” Leonard had to take a few moments to comprehend the words that were being spoken to him, and formulate an answer.

“I see, I see... Are you going to try and stop me?” Mumbo continued.

“I dun see why... I would do such a thing,” Leo responded, his usually light accent becoming a bit thicker. As he once again tried to poor his empty bottle into his found glass.

“Good, good!” The magician exclaimed with a large laugh, as he raised his magic stick. As he did, Leonard's wallet flew out of his pocket and into the air. Bills started to stream out of it and towards Mumbo, but The Lost reached out and grabbed the wallet. His firm grip held it shut keeping the bills from flying out.

“Ah! ...Now, I see,” The Lost said, with clarity returning to his voice. Hatred always seemed to have a sobering affect on him. He stood with vindication and with a skillful dash forward, he had stepped into his range and before Mumbo even knew what hit him The Lost unleashed a swift and skillful combination of precise and powerful punches. He pounded his victory pattern into the old man's thin frame.

He had closed the gap so quickly and caught the magician off guard, landing his strikes with enough impact to floor him and cause his magic cane to slip from his hand and up into the air.

The Lost caught the cane as it fell. He viewed it as an enemy combatant's weapon, and decided to dispose of it, since he didn't know how to use it himself. He snapped the the thin stick easily.

Mumbo would have cried out in protest, if he were conscious, because as he broke the magic cane all the stolen money came rushing out of his hat and his skin returned to a normal flesh tone, along with his outfit turning into a plain one.

The club goers cheered for The Lost, but they quickly stopped as soon they found out that he was keeping the cash as a 'rescuing fee'.

Good character, well balanced and detailed. Nothing else to say really.