I'd like to argue that there's not much mystery to Leo's personality. He works according a certain moral standard, which happens to be generally "goody-goody". We expect that. He's a green Captain America, in a sense.
Raphael doesn't work like that. I wouldn't say that he is less of what Leo is. Rather, he is often more. Raph isn't confined to the responsibilities of leading a team, even if he occasionally wishes battles for the spot, but he doesn't lack responsibility. Instead, he harbors a rather extreme sense of justice. Leo considers what is best for the team, taking outside factors into consideration. Raph acts on what is best for that moment, not wasting precious time to reconsider variables. This doesn't necessarily make him a great leader, but he does get shit done.
Here's a portion of what I'm working on:
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ATLAS
"Raphael, you always
bear the world's problems on your shoulders..."
Clouds of smog billowed overhead, compressing the scattered
glimmers of green and red neon lights from the small corner shops below. Florescent bulbs flickered in a few windows,
occasionally illuminating the puddles of opalescent film that littered the streets
before washing into the sewers. Sometimes
it collected in the fibers of a prostitute’s stockings as she teetered in
poorly made knock-off heels, rushing to her first night’s appointment. A few men might have followed behind, also on
foot, leaving a trail of the grimy fluid with their polished loafers. Crowds of similar types - whores, business
men, thugs, and thieves - plagued the streets in intervals. The entire place was damned.
Perhaps that’s why he felt such affinity?
From his perch on the
ledge of an abandoned brick warehouse, Raphael waited for his first opportunity
to intercede. He had long become
accustomed to the sounds of pain, and knew how to differentiate them from
pleasure. Although, he wasn’t so naïve
to think they were mutually exclusive.
Long nights on rooftops made him privy to the strange interactions of
human beings.
Leo would a have a frickin’
heart attack.
The abnormally large turtle allowed a small smirk at the
thought of his brother’s potential life-threatening shock and ultimately
dismay. Not that Leo was completely
unaware of the odd rituals of human courtship.
They had the internet, after all.
And Mikey certainly wasn’t the only one viewing questionable videos when
everyone should have been asleep. Raph
was just smart enough to not get caught.
The last thing he needed was to ruffle Leo’s already tight-ass
sensibilities.
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