Alias: Knight Errant
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black (with green highlights)
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 139 lbs
Nationality: Italian (father)/Slovenian (mother)
Alignment: Heel/Chaotic Good
Entrance Music: Oblivion by Masayoshi Soken
Wrestling information:
Strategy: Lea is a brawler, plain and simple. She likes strikes, she likes throws, she enjoys a good hold or two… And she loves beating the crap out of an opponent she thinks has it coming.Style: Brawler
Preferred attacks: Boobplex, Stomps, Frogsplash, Big Boot, Slaps, Lariats, Suplexes.
Preferred matches: Standard, hardcore, no DQ, cage.
Attitude to hentai matches: "... If you wanna get humiliated that bad, you just gotta ask!" (Lea’s down for anything.)
Endurance: 3/5
Strength: 4/5
Defense: 4/5
Speed: 3/5
Technique: 3/5
Finishing Moves:
Super Stomp: Lea leaps from the top ropes or turnbuckle and stomps her opponent directly into the ground!Anaconda Vise: Lea lays atop her opponent while wrapping her arms around their neck and arm for a tight choke!
Anaconda Vise
Appearance:
Lea calling you out!
Lea's reference sheet
Personality:
Lea is a warmhearted and friendly person. This applies to both in the ring and outside of it. She’s kind, she’s eager to help out anyone in trouble, and she’s always willing to lend a helping hand. She always wants to do what’s right…Even if that’s not in line with the rules.
But that warm heart can ignite into a raging inferno of rage.
When wronged, or presented with someone who she views as irredeemably evil, Lea will hold nothing back. If the rules allow someone like that to succeed, then fuck the rules. Lea will break any rule, take any cheat, make every advantage to get an upper hand and “punish” her opponent.
Lea cares deeply about her friends and (chosen) family. Her band-mates are like a family to her, and her little sister means the world to her. She wonders about what happened to her older sister, and desperately wants to find her again.
But, if you haven’t wronged her (or acted like a giant asshole), Lea’s a very affable woman. She’s eager to sit down, have a beer, and share stories…
And maybe, just maybe, punch some asshole in the face if they get too aggressive.
Background:
Galilea, or Lea for short, grew up as the middle child in a strict, Catholic household. Her father was a Deacon for the church, working as a salesman to make money. Her mother was a nurse, and was away for long hours.Lea’s parents were gone for most of the sister’s lives, leaving them to fend for themselves. The time that her parents were gone was the best times that the three had, though.
When home, Lea’s parents derided the sisters for everything - their choice of clothing, their interests, their grades at school… No matter how hard the three worked, it was never enough. There was always shame and guilt to throw around. Why weren’t the girls doing better? Why were they playing games? Dressing so sinfully? Why weren’t they the perfect girls to bring to church on Sunday?
Lea studied hard, she did her best, for a while it was to try and live up to her parents’ expectations, to make them proud… But once she realized it would never happen, she started to study for herself. She wanted to make a future for her, for her sisters, and she started to explore art: something that she’d cast aside as sinful and a waste of time before.
She got into poetry and music, and started to make friends with a group of misfits.They took music, they played guitar, they wrote poems, and Lea started to read mythology. One story that took Lea by storm was Gawain and the Green Knight.
Lea’s older sister tried her best to protect the other girls from their parents’ insults, but the constant onslaught of guilt and shame and being put down broke her down one bit at a time. It only got worse and worse until her older sister walked out the door to go to college, and out of their lives forever.
She cut contact shortly after, and that left Lea as the only one standing between her parents and her little sister.
But where Lea’s older sister took the verbal onslaught and broke down, in Lea it fueled the fire of rage.
Each insult, each criticism left her feeling angrier and angrier, a fire burning in her chest. Most of the time it seemed like her parents didn’t care if she lived or died, but in those few times she saw them, it seemed like they didn’t want a daughter at all.
Every time they dared to say “I love you” it was like a threat, a way to manipulate her, make her feel the shame and guilt of not living up to that love. It was a lie, she knew it. Their love wasn’t healthy; wasn’t real.
Like Gawain, she swore that she would not lie, especially not to her sisters.
Her breaking point came when her father was fired from his salesman job and started laying into the girls at every opportunity, finding every fault, critiquing their every interest… The final straw was one day when she came home after spending time with friends, practicing music at their high school and found her sister crying, and all their possessions destroyed.
Their father had broken into her little sister’s computer and found that she had taken a liking to a boy in her class. He had screamed at her for her sinful ways, and then vowed to “remove the devil’s hold in his house”. Their books, their computers, any clothes he didn’t approve of, he had destroyed and thrown in the garbage.
Lea was 19 at the time, and was only a few weeks away from graduating high school. College would never happen, not now, not after their older sister had run away, and Lea knew it. So, she made a plan with her friends.
The sisters started going home less and less, practically living with one of Lea’s friends.
Over the years she had become closer with her friends than her family, and the sisters viewed that ragtag group of friends as a found family. Her friends had issues of their own: neglectful families; unsafe home lives; unstable living situations…
When Lea finally graduated, her parents didn’t attend the ceremony. But that was fine by her. She and her sister ran home while no one was there and packed a bag of belongings each. There wasn’t much left, to be honest.
Then, they ran.
They met up with one of Lea’s friends and paid what they could to another friend to run to Trieste. They didn’t want to leave any trace in case her parents sent anyone after them.
As it turns out, they didn’t have to worry.
No one ever came, her parents never acknowledged that all their daughters had broken contact.
That only served to make her angrier.
Lea picked up whatever odd jobs she could in Trieste, and split the rent between her, three friends, and her younger sister the four made ends meet. They worked nights, and during the day they played. The four started a punk band and channeled their frustrations with their lives into it.
Their instruments were… Bad, to put it lightly. They used whatever they could get for cheap - a bass guitar taped together, a mismatched set of drums, and a beat up electric guitar that Lea called Caliburn.
She served as the lead guitarist of their new band - Fears of the Father.
Their way of rebelling against their parents.
But as they practiced, they got better, and as they got better, they booked shows. They started small, playing in small, local spaces, moving up to clubs, taking a van to move from city to city, booking bigger and bigger venues, selling shirts and hats, making money off Apple Music, Spotify, and Bandcamp.
At one of the shows, a drunk got on stage and went for the band’s bassist. Lea took him down and knocked him into the crowd where the club’s bouncer was waiting. In the moment, it served to just let off a little steam, but to one particular audience member, it was an opportunity.
A promoter from a local pro-wrestling promotion had spotted Lea’s little act and wanted her in the league. No makeover needed, no changes to her attitude required, she just had to show up as the punk rock knight and put up a good fight.
There was a decent paycheck, and she could even wear a band shirt from time to time.
Fears of the Father went continental with that. As Lea traveled around Europe going from match to match, her band followed along in the “tour van” (her friend’s VW) and played in the cities she was wrestling in.
It was during this time that Lea met someone who would change the course of her life.
During a show (and match) in Milan, Lea bumped (quite literally) into a haughty blonde noble in a red Porsche 911 who pissed her off. Barbs were exchanged, insults thrown, the two dragged apart by her band-mates and sister.
The night’s show went well, with an almost sold-out venue, but her encounter with the blonde continued to bother her…
And little did Lea know that the annoying blonde would be her opponent in the ring.
Lea threw everything she had at the red-eyed noblewoman, but it wasn’t enough. She was beaten viciously by the blonde and defeated in a POW, Last Man Standing match and dragged back to the blonde's apartment. There, the two had a full catfight of a brawl, tearing clothes and pulling hair until Lea was left humiliated, defeated, and bitter. Enraged, Lea promised that she’d train until she could defeat her new rival.
And Lea never lied.
She trained in preparation for their rematch. Instead of being fired, Lea was pitted against the blonde again and again. Seeing how enraged the punk rocker was, the producers had kept the cameras rolling and their brawl exploded the two in popularity.
The two would face off time and time again, trading blows as their rivalry only grew. Lea lost a second match, and then a third, until she managed to eke out a win - and treated the blonde just as viciously as she had been treated before, scoring the final blow before her pin with her trusty Caliburn.
And then, Lea got her next break: a ticket to the big shots, an invitation to LAW.
It was a big move, but the team saw it as an opportunity. Fears of the Father applied for visas to tour, and to their delight they were granted.
There’s just one thing that irks Lea…
No one told her that fucking blonde would be here, too!
Fun Facts
- Lea owns three electric guitars, and Caliburn.
- Took fencing in high school in an attempt to live up to her parents’ expectations
- LOVES beer
- LOVES dive bars
- LOVES Punk Rock, Alt Rock, Jazz, and Hair Metal.
- Is picking up boxing as a hobby.
LAW Information
Friends:-Millie Walker (Drinking Buddies)
-Angela Guillot (Drinking Buddies)
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-Isabella Brandt
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