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NICKNAMESXX Leo
AGEXX25
SEXUALITYXXdemisexual
NATIONALITYXX American Mutt
ROLEX Loved one left behind
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H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5ā10ā lithe
Shoulders always sunken, dark eyes always low, Leo always seemed smaller than he was. He buried himself in layers, his hands always cold. Soft earth shades filled his closet, never anything too bold. He was never one who wanted to stand out. His dadās like to buy him clothes to wear, but Leo would always recycle the same few outfits preferring the comfort of their familiarity. It made him self-conscious trying on something new, always tugging at the sleeves and adjusting the fit.
His face was one that provoked the same sentiment from old women growing up, āHeās going to be a heartbreaker one day.ā He never was.
People would notice his face first. His full lips with a cupids bow that so many paid money and suffering to achieve. The dimple on his chin would deepen at certain angles, more of a shadow than a divot. Hazel eyes that sloped down at he corner of his eyes with dark full lashes that always seemed to be somewhere else. His skin was poreless, stretched across high cheekbones and a chiseled jaw line. He had all the ingredients to be handsome ā yet he seemed to have his affect that the longer you stared at him the plainer he became.
Inner beauty shined outward, something he learned from Elodie. So what happened when you were hollow inside?
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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Leo had always been a quiet boy. He was always the kid off on their own playing in silence. Parents would urge their children to befriend him, hoping to schedule play dates so they could steal time with his dadās. He knew most kids who would come over were more interested in his toyās then his company. He didnāt mind, sometimes just gifting a toy to someone. His dadās always bought him the new toy when it came out, he never held onto them long. Leo preferred the simpler pleasures.
It wasnāt that he preferred books, they were just much lower-maintenance company than others. He wasnāt especially chatty, there wasnāt much to talk about. Others would tell him he was a good listener, though it was usually people who were bad at listening who said that. He never understood how that was a compliment ā to be able to do the bare minimum in the conversation and just listen.
His life was aggressively mediocre, a byproduct of small-town life. He always kept to what he knew, he liked knowing what his next day would hold. So many people were chasing something bigger, the next adventure. Thatās why he loved planning a future with Elle, she helped him imagine past the next day.
After her death others would say he changed drastically. Heād always been shy, but thereād been a warmth to him that was gone now. His smile always failed at the last second, the light in his eyes gone. Heād assure his parents that it was just a symptom of his medications, that he was fine ā that they didnāt need to worry.
Even now Leo still cared about otherās more than himself, preferring to suffer in silence then see that wounded look in his parents expression when he admitted he was in pain. Every motion he made was for someone else. He got out of bed in the morning so that his parentās wouldnāt ask him how he was feeling. He ate every meal so that when otherās discreetly asked if he ate that he wouldnāt have to lie. He took his medicine so that his friends didnāt start texting him doing wellness checks when he fell off the grid.
A lot of the time it felt like his life wasnāt his own, he was just stuck in this cycle fueled by other peopleās concerns. There were still moments of joy, or at least glimpses of it. He found it in others, in making them happy. He was still the same boy preferring to depend on what he could give others than just being accepted for who he was.
Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
Leo is often caught in a blank stare. It happened so much he took no offense to any obnoxious measures others took to snap him out of it. Heād laugh and apologize, asking them what heād miss. With friends he always hung out on the fringe, preferring smaller conversations. He always insisted on paying tab even though he rarely drink. It didnāt mix well with his medicine. He had timers that went off on his apple watch reminding him to take them. Always with a drink in hand, his medicine gives him dry mouth. Heās prone to having at least 3 different beverages at a time, often leaving half empty glasses around the house. It drives his parents mad.
F E A R S:
Since having been diagnosed and treated for general depression, Leo had a sense of impending doom looming over him. His therapist said that it was a common feeling among those who experienced PTSD. Watching someone die right in front of you from an accident was traumatizing, ingraining this fear that he could lose anyone at any moment.
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Leo was born by surrogate to the Mathers, owners of Mathers Construction ā one of the largest suppliers of jobs in the area. They had helped renew much of Widowās Peak, even with the many delays and strange occurrences on sight. Between their regular donations to local charities and their scholarship program, they were well beloved in the community.
Growing up, many of Leoās classmates would have their parents try to force a friendship in hopes to grow closer to Leoās parents. Everyone knew that if they went to Leoās theyād leave with a present. His parents bought him a new toy every week, some of them he never opened. He was constantly giving them away. It had started just because he could sense the envy seeping off of others as they saw his lifestyle, forced to be there by their parents. He noticed if he gave people gifts they were happy when they left. Soon everyone wanted to be his friend. He knew it was because of the gifts but he didnāt mind. It took the pressure off of having to be someone that they could like.
There was only one person he ever really cared if they liked him or not. Elodie was in his grade. She was the only one who ever refused one of his gifts, who didnāt hang around for the perks. He was too shy to try to connect with anyone any other way. It was easy with Elle though. There was a warmth that radiated from her, even as kids. He just liked being around her.
It took him years but eventually he built up the courage to ask her out. After that he was floating on air. She made him want to be a better person. They had dreams to move in together, his parents offered to help pay for an apartment off campus if he wanted. He wanted to show Elle the world. River rafting was meant to be something fun to blow off steam, there wasnāt much adventure to be found around here but you had to start somewhere.
He had been the one to call out to her as she fell. Others who had been around said heād closed the distance between him and her in an instant but it was still too late. He still saw her face often; in his dreams or in the faces of others. It was impossible to shake her, haunted by her death. His parents tried encouraging him to return to school but he kept putting it off. They got him a therapist, psychologist, a prescription. It was impossible to just move on.
His dads put him to work in their construction company. It felt good to work with his hands. He fell into the routine, grew to like it after a while. When he just went through the motions it was easier to let his mind drift into nothingness. The anti-depressants helped numb the pain.
