The model is a white prototype, with the cover serving as a reference for coloring.
That full-face knight’s helmet adorned with red feathers is clearly two sizes too big for him—every time he turns his head, he can hear the helmet clatter against his shoulder armor. The shield bears a majestic golden lion (though the artwork would bring tears to a real lion’s eyes), and the breastplate is polished to a dazzling shine—at least when he hasn’t fallen over yet.
Leo is the most “formal” member of the adventuring party. He insists on polishing his armor daily, inspecting his gear, and bowing in the knightly salute to everyone—even if it’s just a passing rabbit. His longsword is named “Courage,” though its blade sports several nicks, which he explains away as “medals.”
He comes from a declining minor noble family; now, only he and a family heirloom shield remain. His reason for joining the Firefly Brigade is simple: “I want to become a true knight!” As for what exactly constitutes a “true knight,” he’s still figuring that out himself. But one thing he’s certain of: the moment he steps in front of his companions, he knows he’s doing the right thing.
“The helmet may be askew, but the spine must never bend.”