application: bete noire
1. Player Information
Name (or internet handle): Jillian
Current characters in Bete Noire: Evan Rosier, Tim Drake (Canon AU - Titans Tomorrow)
2. Character Information
Name: Leander Jianjun Tseng
Livejournal Username: drowningking
Fandom: original
Image: http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/91783330/21481383
3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: A tall Asian guy in a tan trenchcoat, Lee has short black hair and usually a serious, maybe even glum expression. He's built lean, someone who goes to the gym semi-regularly. His habitual attire of choice consists of a white button-up shirt, a black tie, black or gray trousers, and boots, but he will wear other things when appropriate. It can be hard to tell age with Asian people, but he looks at least in his late twenties, though in fact he is 37.
History: n/a
Personality: Of the many facets to Leander's personality, it is difficult to ignore that despite his denials, he does, in fact, in many ways resemble a typical crime novel or film noir protagonist. His motives and bearings are ultimately "good", but many of his actions, and the way these actions are performed, do not lend themselves quite as clearly to a firm definition. Cynical, outwardly hardhearted (but inwardly easy to reach), Lee does not live his life by sweeping moral generalizations. He is reactive and self-centered, for the most part keeping the range of his actions limited to a personal realm. That which sets him apart from a film noir protagonist, however, is his background (upper middle class Chicago), the fact that his self-destructive tendencies aren't immediately obvious (he's only borderline alcoholic), and his sexuality.
He is not what one might consider a "typical" (stereotypical) Asian; while his grades were decent, he played soccer throughout high school, and in college, majored in journalism. His career of choice (which hurts his mother so) is running the lost items/people agency as well as a pawn shop. He is 37, single, has never been married, and has no children.
His demeanor can be described as cynical, world-wise, laidback, and friendly. He is straightforward, able to project an air of calmness and professionalism as well as capability. Inwardly, however, he is a worrier, masking anxiety and (increasingly, these days) paranoia with attentiveness and sarcasm. Part of this is related directly to what might be called a guilt complex if it weren't arguable that certain traumatizing events in his life were, in fact, his fault. Throughout his life, Lee has been surrounded by people (mostly friends) who have died or disappeared in his presence, leaving him with a bit of survivor's guilt.
More recent events and choices he's made have left him depressed and alone, and it has never taken much pressure to make him brood over the various perceived failures in his life. Perceived failures are one thing, but in his case, many of these are factual failures as well, failures that greatly affected other people's lives, sometimes to the point of life or death. This guilt is an everpresent emotion with him, but one that he carries deeply cached. Some of it he also tries to deny; for instance, unless pressed, he doesn't always admit to guilt for killing people, on the basis that they "deserved" it. In reality, though, if he were trapped in Silent Hill there would totally be some grotesque creature hounding him, representing his inability to accept his own actions. His preferred coping method is drinking, but he's not quite an alcoholic yet, as he's too conscious of the need to function properly every day to let himself subsist entirely on booze. The real thing he clings to, the one thing tha the depends on to always make sense when everything else does not, is his "knack" to find things. In his own world, he has never been led wrong by it. He knows where he is in relation to everything, he knows how to find what people need: work is his salvation.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Though Lee considers it better if people don't get close to him (his reasoning is that he's a shit magnet), he otherwise has a fairly relaxed mindset regarding sex. He's bisexual, open to a lot of things and very laidback about polyamory and multiple partners, but respectful of other people's preferences. He himself tends towards monogamous behavior.
Powers: His "knack" is for finding things, people, and places. He is never lost he always knows where to go. He never loses track of anything or anyone unless magic prevents him doing so (in his world, this is fairly rare, but in BN, it could be much more prevalent). He has to know something about what he's looking for, such as, "a diamond ring," or be given a picture and some information about a person (if he has something of theirs, this may also help). He can use maps (if they're accurate) and GPS to extend his sense-of-place; Google's satellite and maps options can also be of use when he wants to look for something that is very far away. As mentioned, there are magical ways to mess with his ability, from confusing (he might get vague directions instead of specific ones, or only be able to track a person after they have been and gone) to outright blocking. It is assumed that beings of sufficient power simply don't have to worry about that kind of thing.
Reason for playing: As an OC, Leander is not welcome in most games. I do already play him in a quasi-dressing room-esque place, but I've been looking for the solid timeline and consistent interactions that an application game has. He's amiable with most folk, normal enough for mundane everyday interaction, and also different enough to be useful to people and good for plots. I like how down to earth he is; and his faults and shortcomings are especially suited to Bete Noire's corrupting influence.
4. Original Character Supplement
World History: The outer face of Leander's world is our world, 21st century modern day Earth. Its less obvious, if not wholly hidden aspects, resemble already existent works of gaming material/fiction such as the World of Darkness, Buffy/Angel, Supernatural, David Wong's John Dies At the End, Hellblazer, the film Constantine, the X-Files, and John Connolly's Charlie Parker detective novels. Basically, there is a supernatural side to this world that is poorly charted, and not entirely unknown to the right people in the right place at the right time. Magic is wild and dangerous and tricky to use, yet at the same time, there are no biological or mystical qualifications necessary to learn how to use it. Certain individuals will, for any number of reasons, be better at others. Magic remains a mostly underworld activity, but recognition is beginning to spread, and with it comes the attention of the law and the government in general.
Leander hates magic, hates dealing with magic, and has never admitted to himself that his own "knack" (which, to be fair, does seem a bit more naturalistic/all-encompassing than what is being practiced) may be magical in nature as well. He often employs partners who are magical practitioners themselves so they can work together: Lee finds the object/person, the partner removes the obstacles. As such, he is known to the magical community, and they to him. Their circles are not the same circles, but there is definite overlap. He has also been around for a good number of years, so he has a reputation (not necessarily a good one).
Character History: Born the younger of two siblings, Lee was babied and spoiled as the only male child. It isn't that his parents were that unenlightened, but despite his older sister's dutifulness, they did display a marked preference for Lee. It was never outright or obvious, but they were more enthusiastic about his achievements, more supportive of his failures, and his activities always took precedence over hers. Then again, it could be argued that he only received more attention because he demanded it he was a bit of a problem child, very energetic, borderline hyperactive, and mischievous. By the time they were both in high school, however, things had changed. Cassandra, the more studious and obedient of the two, became the more valued child, and Lee learned to settle down.
It was around this time that he began to become conscious of his "knack". He'd always had it, and he'd always vaguely known he had it, but what he hadn't realized was that it was unusual. Intellectually, he had experienced and knew that other people lost things from time to time, or got lost themselves. It had never happened to him, but never in any dramatic fashion. If he had ever accidentally been separated from his mother, he simply found her again and she never noticed. When people around him mentioned having lost items, he would sometimes know where they were, in a vague way, and he might suggest to look there, or he might not. If the item wasn't in the vicinity, then he would feel where it was (somewhere off to the east, perhaps), but have no way of knowing where exactly it was. These had always been vague feelings, slight senses. Now they were becoming stronger, more specific.
So what? Great. Powers. Awesome.
Then a girl from his high school went missing after a football game.
This presented Leander with a few problems. He knew (vaguely) how to find her, but how could he justify this knowledge to the police? First he had to find the location himself (it would be a while before he figured out he could use maps to find things/people too). Then he would have to drop some kind of anonymous tip convincing enough to get the police to investigate it. This sounds simple. It was not. His only method of finding the missing girl was "drive/walk in the direction he felt she was in until located". This took pretty much all day and he ended up in some dangerous neighborhoods along the way. Once he found the house, he called the police from a payphone. After that it was a matter of waiting. It's not intended as a slur on the Chicago police that their first visit to the house turned up nothing the girl was cleverly hidden. Frustrated, Lee realized he needed to be more specific about where she was. He needed to see, maybe even get inside the house. As he thought of different ruses to get in, the thought did cross his mind that he might "take care of" things himself, but he immediately dismissed it. He was seventeen. He trusted the police.
He would only get one shot at seeing more of the house, and it sank the man was too paranoid to let anyone linger at his door very long. It didn't take too much thinking to realize he would have to take action himself. He would have to break in, disable the guy, and let the girl go.
Things went smoother than anticipated except the girl was already dead.
This story would repeat itself a few times throughout his senior year, and each time, to the detriment of his grades and life in general, Leander would go crazy trying to use his ability to help. Sometimes it worked out. Most of the time it didn't, and he came very close to being in serious trouble in several cases. To this day, Lee does not do missing children cases unless he's punishing himself.
In college he went through a period, about half a year, of ignoring his "knack" the best he could. He got into Buddhism for a while, going so far as to have a dharma wheel tattooed on his back, between his shoulder blades. But with his ability came the compulsion to use it, and by the time he graduated, he was making extra money off of finding things and pets. For a few years, he worked at small newspapers, wrote articles for online publishing, and basically worked as a normal person would work. During this time he reconnected with a childhood friend, Alex Elliston, and they began to run their agency on the side. Alex too had a knack, but his was for opening things. Together, they were Trouble, and they had a reputation for it in certain (journalistic/private investigation/magic) circles.
Even today, Leander hasn't figured out every detail of what exactly happened, who they must have pissed off, or why Alex died. The location they were checking out was a set up, that much was clear, but whoever was responsible kept their hands clean. They went in with the idea that they might find some interesting paperwork pertaining to the Christian ladies' modesty movement (look, it was a slow week). They ended up in a veritable warehouse maze of traps, some low tech, some high tech, and some (more disturbing of all) magical. Alex died almost immediately, and Leander was trapped there for several hours with his corpse. Then the police arrived. Needless to say, he was in trouble for more than breaking and entering, and it was a huge mess that actualfax took years to clear up. For several years following this, Lee again swore off the agency and the general use of his powers. In time, however, he befriended a teenage psychic, Shadi Shahriar, and was gradually coaxed back into the lifestyle by dint of trying to prevent Shadi from dying horribly. While he did indeed succeed in preventing Shadi from dying horribly, one of their misadventures went more awry than usual, resulting in Shadi going blind in one eye. This actually increased his psychic abilities, but his parents were less than thrilled and now Leander has a lovely restraining order that probably expired once Shadi turned eighteen but regardless, they haven't made any further contact.
Turning back to his agency once more, as it was hard to find work with his criminal record, Leander went through a series of partners, his relationship with whom each ended in a variety of ways. Jocelyn Calero, a lively, stern demonologist and exorcist in her 50s, parted ways with him amicably when she was diagnosed with bone cancer. Ben Westmore, a curse breaking expert in his mid 20s, parted ways with Lee less than amicably, due to personality clashing (lesson learned: do not date your partner). Alain Arlotte, a wheelchair bound magician in his late 40s, worked with Leander several times over the course of a year, but they decided in the end that they weren't suited for each other. Irish magician Dara McDermott simply disappeared one day about eight months into their working relationship. Thoroughly burned on partners, Lee was ready to create a cocoon and transform to the final stage of his development, which would be the crusty, hardhearted, cynical PI... and then he met Rebecca Wymer, who casually forced her way into his life, rearranged things so they went more smoothly, and got him back on the road to being human rather than a stereotype. Becca was a strong, natural magic user, head of one of many organizations in Chicago that dealt with the ruling of the supernatural underworld. She was smart, mean, flirty, strong, and underneath the impudence, sweet.
So of course she died. She was assassinated by a member of another group, the Conclave, immediately after exiting Leander's car. One shot to the head.
(This is why Leander calls himself a shit magnet.)
He really is a nice guy. He has good intentions, he lives decently, he cares about people despite himself. But he destroyed the Conclave, a group of 25+ individuals of varying magical strength, and the building they used to run their organization. Leander doesn't know magic, but after years of being partnered with some of the best in the field, he'd picked up things here and there. So he used his knack to find the Conclave's strongest destructive spirit, used their own wards of containment against them, and unleashed vengeance. The spirit slaughtered or maimed every member of the Conclave, and Leander killed those who were still alive after the spirit was finished. He took their financial records, their data, and some of their relics before burning down the entire place. (The vault they kept their valuables and relics in was warded against fire and would be ravaged by the magical community in general.)
More than aware that this would not be without consequence, Lee stowed what he'd taken and took off for a place where he wouldn't be found. That's how he found his way to Bete Noire, perhaps also because of his less conscious self-destructive urges.
5. Samples
First-Person: I can't say that I don't know what I was thinking. I know exactly what I was thinking, and I accomplished it, to the last detail. They didn't factor me in, you see. I was just the partner with the useful ability and a pump action shotgun.
Consider this my confession. I killed four men and I'm responsible for the death of over twenty more. You'll never be able to prove it the Conclave building is a burnt wreck at best, you'd be able to prove I was there, that I was a witness to what happened.
Actually, I missed most of that, too. I'm not some badass, kicking in the door, mowing people down. Fuck no. That's four men. Men who were scum, maybe, men who successfully plotted to kill my partner, but men with families, men who were once children, men who are just like me. But in fact, I gave them mercy. I let her take care of the majority of the Conclave. Five minutes, then I went in after her and took care of everything else. Paperwork. Hard drives. Relics. The dying. And it was over.
Just like that.
Third-Person: A Dear_Multiverse post wherein Leander speaks to a number of people, all in prose format.
Third-Person #2: Short scene with some non-graphic blood-letting.
Name (or internet handle): Jillian
Current characters in Bete Noire: Evan Rosier, Tim Drake (Canon AU - Titans Tomorrow)
2. Character Information
Name: Leander Jianjun Tseng
Livejournal Username: drowningking
Fandom: original
Image: http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/91783330/21481383
3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: A tall Asian guy in a tan trenchcoat, Lee has short black hair and usually a serious, maybe even glum expression. He's built lean, someone who goes to the gym semi-regularly. His habitual attire of choice consists of a white button-up shirt, a black tie, black or gray trousers, and boots, but he will wear other things when appropriate. It can be hard to tell age with Asian people, but he looks at least in his late twenties, though in fact he is 37.
History: n/a
Personality: Of the many facets to Leander's personality, it is difficult to ignore that despite his denials, he does, in fact, in many ways resemble a typical crime novel or film noir protagonist. His motives and bearings are ultimately "good", but many of his actions, and the way these actions are performed, do not lend themselves quite as clearly to a firm definition. Cynical, outwardly hardhearted (but inwardly easy to reach), Lee does not live his life by sweeping moral generalizations. He is reactive and self-centered, for the most part keeping the range of his actions limited to a personal realm. That which sets him apart from a film noir protagonist, however, is his background (upper middle class Chicago), the fact that his self-destructive tendencies aren't immediately obvious (he's only borderline alcoholic), and his sexuality.
He is not what one might consider a "typical" (stereotypical) Asian; while his grades were decent, he played soccer throughout high school, and in college, majored in journalism. His career of choice (which hurts his mother so) is running the lost items/people agency as well as a pawn shop. He is 37, single, has never been married, and has no children.
His demeanor can be described as cynical, world-wise, laidback, and friendly. He is straightforward, able to project an air of calmness and professionalism as well as capability. Inwardly, however, he is a worrier, masking anxiety and (increasingly, these days) paranoia with attentiveness and sarcasm. Part of this is related directly to what might be called a guilt complex if it weren't arguable that certain traumatizing events in his life were, in fact, his fault. Throughout his life, Lee has been surrounded by people (mostly friends) who have died or disappeared in his presence, leaving him with a bit of survivor's guilt.
More recent events and choices he's made have left him depressed and alone, and it has never taken much pressure to make him brood over the various perceived failures in his life. Perceived failures are one thing, but in his case, many of these are factual failures as well, failures that greatly affected other people's lives, sometimes to the point of life or death. This guilt is an everpresent emotion with him, but one that he carries deeply cached. Some of it he also tries to deny; for instance, unless pressed, he doesn't always admit to guilt for killing people, on the basis that they "deserved" it. In reality, though, if he were trapped in Silent Hill there would totally be some grotesque creature hounding him, representing his inability to accept his own actions. His preferred coping method is drinking, but he's not quite an alcoholic yet, as he's too conscious of the need to function properly every day to let himself subsist entirely on booze. The real thing he clings to, the one thing tha the depends on to always make sense when everything else does not, is his "knack" to find things. In his own world, he has never been led wrong by it. He knows where he is in relation to everything, he knows how to find what people need: work is his salvation.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Though Lee considers it better if people don't get close to him (his reasoning is that he's a shit magnet), he otherwise has a fairly relaxed mindset regarding sex. He's bisexual, open to a lot of things and very laidback about polyamory and multiple partners, but respectful of other people's preferences. He himself tends towards monogamous behavior.
Powers: His "knack" is for finding things, people, and places. He is never lost he always knows where to go. He never loses track of anything or anyone unless magic prevents him doing so (in his world, this is fairly rare, but in BN, it could be much more prevalent). He has to know something about what he's looking for, such as, "a diamond ring," or be given a picture and some information about a person (if he has something of theirs, this may also help). He can use maps (if they're accurate) and GPS to extend his sense-of-place; Google's satellite and maps options can also be of use when he wants to look for something that is very far away. As mentioned, there are magical ways to mess with his ability, from confusing (he might get vague directions instead of specific ones, or only be able to track a person after they have been and gone) to outright blocking. It is assumed that beings of sufficient power simply don't have to worry about that kind of thing.
Reason for playing: As an OC, Leander is not welcome in most games. I do already play him in a quasi-dressing room-esque place, but I've been looking for the solid timeline and consistent interactions that an application game has. He's amiable with most folk, normal enough for mundane everyday interaction, and also different enough to be useful to people and good for plots. I like how down to earth he is; and his faults and shortcomings are especially suited to Bete Noire's corrupting influence.
4. Original Character Supplement
World History: The outer face of Leander's world is our world, 21st century modern day Earth. Its less obvious, if not wholly hidden aspects, resemble already existent works of gaming material/fiction such as the World of Darkness, Buffy/Angel, Supernatural, David Wong's John Dies At the End, Hellblazer, the film Constantine, the X-Files, and John Connolly's Charlie Parker detective novels. Basically, there is a supernatural side to this world that is poorly charted, and not entirely unknown to the right people in the right place at the right time. Magic is wild and dangerous and tricky to use, yet at the same time, there are no biological or mystical qualifications necessary to learn how to use it. Certain individuals will, for any number of reasons, be better at others. Magic remains a mostly underworld activity, but recognition is beginning to spread, and with it comes the attention of the law and the government in general.
Leander hates magic, hates dealing with magic, and has never admitted to himself that his own "knack" (which, to be fair, does seem a bit more naturalistic/all-encompassing than what is being practiced) may be magical in nature as well. He often employs partners who are magical practitioners themselves so they can work together: Lee finds the object/person, the partner removes the obstacles. As such, he is known to the magical community, and they to him. Their circles are not the same circles, but there is definite overlap. He has also been around for a good number of years, so he has a reputation (not necessarily a good one).
Character History: Born the younger of two siblings, Lee was babied and spoiled as the only male child. It isn't that his parents were that unenlightened, but despite his older sister's dutifulness, they did display a marked preference for Lee. It was never outright or obvious, but they were more enthusiastic about his achievements, more supportive of his failures, and his activities always took precedence over hers. Then again, it could be argued that he only received more attention because he demanded it he was a bit of a problem child, very energetic, borderline hyperactive, and mischievous. By the time they were both in high school, however, things had changed. Cassandra, the more studious and obedient of the two, became the more valued child, and Lee learned to settle down.
It was around this time that he began to become conscious of his "knack". He'd always had it, and he'd always vaguely known he had it, but what he hadn't realized was that it was unusual. Intellectually, he had experienced and knew that other people lost things from time to time, or got lost themselves. It had never happened to him, but never in any dramatic fashion. If he had ever accidentally been separated from his mother, he simply found her again and she never noticed. When people around him mentioned having lost items, he would sometimes know where they were, in a vague way, and he might suggest to look there, or he might not. If the item wasn't in the vicinity, then he would feel where it was (somewhere off to the east, perhaps), but have no way of knowing where exactly it was. These had always been vague feelings, slight senses. Now they were becoming stronger, more specific.
So what? Great. Powers. Awesome.
Then a girl from his high school went missing after a football game.
This presented Leander with a few problems. He knew (vaguely) how to find her, but how could he justify this knowledge to the police? First he had to find the location himself (it would be a while before he figured out he could use maps to find things/people too). Then he would have to drop some kind of anonymous tip convincing enough to get the police to investigate it. This sounds simple. It was not. His only method of finding the missing girl was "drive/walk in the direction he felt she was in until located". This took pretty much all day and he ended up in some dangerous neighborhoods along the way. Once he found the house, he called the police from a payphone. After that it was a matter of waiting. It's not intended as a slur on the Chicago police that their first visit to the house turned up nothing the girl was cleverly hidden. Frustrated, Lee realized he needed to be more specific about where she was. He needed to see, maybe even get inside the house. As he thought of different ruses to get in, the thought did cross his mind that he might "take care of" things himself, but he immediately dismissed it. He was seventeen. He trusted the police.
He would only get one shot at seeing more of the house, and it sank the man was too paranoid to let anyone linger at his door very long. It didn't take too much thinking to realize he would have to take action himself. He would have to break in, disable the guy, and let the girl go.
Things went smoother than anticipated except the girl was already dead.
This story would repeat itself a few times throughout his senior year, and each time, to the detriment of his grades and life in general, Leander would go crazy trying to use his ability to help. Sometimes it worked out. Most of the time it didn't, and he came very close to being in serious trouble in several cases. To this day, Lee does not do missing children cases unless he's punishing himself.
In college he went through a period, about half a year, of ignoring his "knack" the best he could. He got into Buddhism for a while, going so far as to have a dharma wheel tattooed on his back, between his shoulder blades. But with his ability came the compulsion to use it, and by the time he graduated, he was making extra money off of finding things and pets. For a few years, he worked at small newspapers, wrote articles for online publishing, and basically worked as a normal person would work. During this time he reconnected with a childhood friend, Alex Elliston, and they began to run their agency on the side. Alex too had a knack, but his was for opening things. Together, they were Trouble, and they had a reputation for it in certain (journalistic/private investigation/magic) circles.
Even today, Leander hasn't figured out every detail of what exactly happened, who they must have pissed off, or why Alex died. The location they were checking out was a set up, that much was clear, but whoever was responsible kept their hands clean. They went in with the idea that they might find some interesting paperwork pertaining to the Christian ladies' modesty movement (look, it was a slow week). They ended up in a veritable warehouse maze of traps, some low tech, some high tech, and some (more disturbing of all) magical. Alex died almost immediately, and Leander was trapped there for several hours with his corpse. Then the police arrived. Needless to say, he was in trouble for more than breaking and entering, and it was a huge mess that actualfax took years to clear up. For several years following this, Lee again swore off the agency and the general use of his powers. In time, however, he befriended a teenage psychic, Shadi Shahriar, and was gradually coaxed back into the lifestyle by dint of trying to prevent Shadi from dying horribly. While he did indeed succeed in preventing Shadi from dying horribly, one of their misadventures went more awry than usual, resulting in Shadi going blind in one eye. This actually increased his psychic abilities, but his parents were less than thrilled and now Leander has a lovely restraining order that probably expired once Shadi turned eighteen but regardless, they haven't made any further contact.
Turning back to his agency once more, as it was hard to find work with his criminal record, Leander went through a series of partners, his relationship with whom each ended in a variety of ways. Jocelyn Calero, a lively, stern demonologist and exorcist in her 50s, parted ways with him amicably when she was diagnosed with bone cancer. Ben Westmore, a curse breaking expert in his mid 20s, parted ways with Lee less than amicably, due to personality clashing (lesson learned: do not date your partner). Alain Arlotte, a wheelchair bound magician in his late 40s, worked with Leander several times over the course of a year, but they decided in the end that they weren't suited for each other. Irish magician Dara McDermott simply disappeared one day about eight months into their working relationship. Thoroughly burned on partners, Lee was ready to create a cocoon and transform to the final stage of his development, which would be the crusty, hardhearted, cynical PI... and then he met Rebecca Wymer, who casually forced her way into his life, rearranged things so they went more smoothly, and got him back on the road to being human rather than a stereotype. Becca was a strong, natural magic user, head of one of many organizations in Chicago that dealt with the ruling of the supernatural underworld. She was smart, mean, flirty, strong, and underneath the impudence, sweet.
So of course she died. She was assassinated by a member of another group, the Conclave, immediately after exiting Leander's car. One shot to the head.
(This is why Leander calls himself a shit magnet.)
He really is a nice guy. He has good intentions, he lives decently, he cares about people despite himself. But he destroyed the Conclave, a group of 25+ individuals of varying magical strength, and the building they used to run their organization. Leander doesn't know magic, but after years of being partnered with some of the best in the field, he'd picked up things here and there. So he used his knack to find the Conclave's strongest destructive spirit, used their own wards of containment against them, and unleashed vengeance. The spirit slaughtered or maimed every member of the Conclave, and Leander killed those who were still alive after the spirit was finished. He took their financial records, their data, and some of their relics before burning down the entire place. (The vault they kept their valuables and relics in was warded against fire and would be ravaged by the magical community in general.)
More than aware that this would not be without consequence, Lee stowed what he'd taken and took off for a place where he wouldn't be found. That's how he found his way to Bete Noire, perhaps also because of his less conscious self-destructive urges.
5. Samples
First-Person: I can't say that I don't know what I was thinking. I know exactly what I was thinking, and I accomplished it, to the last detail. They didn't factor me in, you see. I was just the partner with the useful ability and a pump action shotgun.
Consider this my confession. I killed four men and I'm responsible for the death of over twenty more. You'll never be able to prove it the Conclave building is a burnt wreck at best, you'd be able to prove I was there, that I was a witness to what happened.
Actually, I missed most of that, too. I'm not some badass, kicking in the door, mowing people down. Fuck no. That's four men. Men who were scum, maybe, men who successfully plotted to kill my partner, but men with families, men who were once children, men who are just like me. But in fact, I gave them mercy. I let her take care of the majority of the Conclave. Five minutes, then I went in after her and took care of everything else. Paperwork. Hard drives. Relics. The dying. And it was over.
Just like that.
Third-Person: A Dear_Multiverse post wherein Leander speaks to a number of people, all in prose format.
Third-Person #2: Short scene with some non-graphic blood-letting.