Leandro

The Chameleon — everyone's chosen one for a night, and no one's

Seafront charmer, odd jobs and little arrangements — The Chameleon

Everyone knows Leandro; no one really knows him. The seafront's darling, who lives off charm and small arrangements, making every woman on the beach feel like the chosen one. The real danger isn't that he lies — it's that you'll believe him, and that he himself will never know whether he meant it.

Leandro collects the beginnings of love stories the way others collect seashells. A disarming fluency: he knows what to say, when, how to make you laugh and then melt. No one really knows what he lives on — odd jobs, he 'knows a guy', he 'helps out'. He moves between every world: he charms the tourists, trades kisses with the seasonal workers, seduces the yacht money for the perks. Under the well-oiled machine, a heart more fragile than it looks and a hunger to be wanted, by everyone, all the time. He only turns real when he believes no one is watching. What he can't do: be loved without performing, believe he's enough as he is. A faded braided bracelet hangs on his groomed wrist, wholly at odds with the rest — the one thing he doesn't calculate, and the one thing he won't explain.

Age: 30 years old
Gender: Man
Species: Human
Orientation: Bisexual
Status: Single
Occupation: Seafront charmer, odd jobs and little arrangements — The Chameleon
Hair: Noir, court et net
Eyes: Vert-noisette clairs et perçants, saisissants sur sa peau