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Michael Doyle

"That's the problem with being the strong one. No one offers you a hand".

0 · 902 views · located in Grover Park, Maryland, 1981

a character in “Diplomat's Son”, originally authored by solarflare, as played by RolePlayGateway

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XXMICHAEL DOYLE

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xxS E X U A L I T Yx x x x x x x x x x x x xxx..xcloseted bisexual.
xxB I R T H D A Yx x x x x x x x x x x x xxxxxx.august 2nd.
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5′ 11″ | 180 cm
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Michael has a large scar on the back of his right shoulder. It's really from where his father nearly killed him with a glass bottle but he claims it was from a bicycle crash when he was eight.

Michael is any young teen in the 80s when it comes to his clothes. He loves pairing his brothers jacket, with a simple sweater and jeans. Michael is very conscious of his appearance, however, and always makes sure he looks/appears nice for others. Especially when it comes to his hair. (Don't touch the hair). In addition to his hair his most prized possession are his Ray Bans, that he got for his fourteenth birthday.


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LIKES; Michael is a true sports fanatic and loves his fair share of football, basketball, and baseball. He loves his giant golden retriever, Maisy, whom he always says is the love of his life. He will never turn down chocolate milkshakes and a burger at the diner. He's a huge music man and his favorites in Cyndi Lauper, Def Leppard, and ACDC. Mikey is also a huge party guy and loves a good glass of fancy ass alcohol.



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DISLIKES; There's nothing more Michael hates than bullies. With his experiences of being bullied as a kid he will always stand up to defend someone in need. Michael is also not a huge fan of rules, and combined with his rather daring personality this causes him to get into trouble ALOT. He also has asthma, but tries to deny it heavily. Unbeknownst to most, Michael had a deep-seated hatred for his father.
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From a young age Mikey has always been very protective over everything he has. From his stuffed elephant when he was three to his friends and family (not including his father) now, Matthew has always kept an eye on the ones he loves. He will sure to go extreme lengths to keep those he cares for close to him and safe, whether that ultimately leads to self-sacrifice in the future. He will have a blind eye to rationale when something he loves is stolen from him.

The teddy bear, 'boy-next-door', frankly Mikey has heard them all. He'll stop everything he is doing to go hop over a fence and retrieve a baseball for a couple of sad kids, at any time of the day. Kind-hearted by nature, Mikey has always done things to make others smile and feel happy. It's infectious, and always comes off as rather charming. At the end of the day however, to him, it's just what's right.

Mikey has been known by his friends to go from entirely optimistic to completely defeated. It's not in any way bipolar, more of just his susceptibility to failure. When something doesn't go the way he wanted it to, it doesn't take long for him to mope his way through the rest of the day like a sad puppy. While he's not one to give up on a situation when it goes south, he is prone to going through moody phases of doubt and weariness, which to others can be quite exhausting to watch.

A hot-head is one word to describe Mikey when he's angry. It doesn't take much for Mikey to become angry at situation or person. His emotions tend to bubble and fester, and he can be one to utter words that are quite stinging to others but he always feels an immense amount of guilt afterward. His quick-tempered nature can be quite a problem for himself and it often leads him into a lot of trouble.

On any normal day, Mikey falls into a optimistic stigma of the goofy, awkward boy who is frankly all 'smiles and giggles'. He loves a little comic relief, and when anyone is feeling quite blue is always there for a pick me up and a boyish grin that one cannot simply resist.

Attached to his 'daddy' issues comes a form of possessive nature that on a normal standpoint makes him simply clingy. With friends this can be, constant contact or always needing to be surrounded by someone to talk to. Mikey hates being lonely, and is highly uncomfortable in situations where he is alone, unwillingly. This makes romantic relationships quite difficult for him, he's tried and failed. It takes a certain amount of patience to understand his true need for companionship.





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MOTHER; A nurturing a kind woman, Mikey loves his mother dearly. She always tries her very best to make sure her kids are doing well and being loved.

FATHER; A miserable and abusive alcoholic, Mikey has never seen the good side of his father. He often lies to his peers about where the various cuts and bruises come from. It's humiliating for him, and he resents his father to the core.




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BROTHER; His brother was the one who took the beatings for his siblings until he reached 18 and escaped to the military. Mikey hates that his brother up and left them to fend for themselves.

SISTER; A young and innocent girl, Mikey tries his very best to shield his sister from their father no matter what.





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Michael was born and raised in Grover Park, the middle child of the Doyle family. His mother, Paige Kinsley was a native to the D.C. area but his father, Jeffery, moved there in his twenties for work. His mother was the owner of a small patisserie in the middle of town, and his father was a very respected lawyer in the community. The two hit it off and married only three months after they had met. The others on Grover said it was 'love at first sight', however that was far from the truth.

A couple months after they had gotten married the couple had their first child, Benjamin, which is when the first of the abuse started. Jeff had always had a bit of an alcohol problem since he was in college but as he got older it became progressively worse. Paige, scared of not being able to support Ben stayed in the marriage and hid the abuse the best she could. After Ben, came Michael and then their younger sister Hannah. Growing up, Ben was always the bravest of the bunch, he always stuck up for the family when their father got drunk and took most of the beatings. During this time, Michael was an eighth grader and finally began acclimating to his group of friends.

When Ben turned eighteen he left without really telling anyone other than a note saying he had gone to join the military. Their mother cried for days. For Michael however, this meant he became the next punching bag of the family. His worst experience was when he was fourteen and a freshman at the high school. The second his father had gotten home that night he punched his wife flat in the face for not having dinner ready in time. Michael in response, punched his father clear in the back of the head. What happened next is almost a blur of black for Michael, just a mixture of his mother and sister's screams as his died nearly beat him to death. He had to skip school that entire week, and lied to his friend that he had a fit of pneumonia.

By the time Michael was a sophomore, he had gotten used to his dad's beatings. After all, to him it was better him than his mother or sister. His goofy demeanor really struggled his sophomore year but he learned to hide the pain well. Not to mention the multitude of excuses he had to come up with for his bruises and cuts. He also started to realize that something wasn't right with his relationships with girls, he often found himself awkwardly wanting to check out the guys as well. It was new and unfamiliar for him, so he chose to hide it. He felt for sure if his father even had the tiniest hint that he was gay he would kill him for sure.

With the death of one of his best friends, Michael can't help but feel entirely broken inside. Manny had been there for him when he was at his worst, and he never had the chance to do the same. If anything, Michael is vengeful he wants to find whoever killed his best friend and if he was being honest with himself, he wasn't sure he could hold back his anger and not do the same to them.


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So begins...

Michael Doyle's Story

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July 21, 1981
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Following the discovery of Manolo "Manny" Restrepo's body on the banks of Nestor Creek, a federal investigation has been launched, with help from local law enforcement. Working in tangent with Detective David Feely of Grover Park Police Department, the green Agent Daisy Rew has begun the questioning with six of Restrepo's closest friends.

Restrepo's last confirmed location was at a pool party held at the home of a classmate at Grover Park Preparatory Academy, Lori Johnston. The events following his departure from the party are currently unknown, and his parents deny seeing himImage at all since 1400 hours that day, when he left the residence to meet his friends at Clover Diner.

Restrepo was badly beaten, with a broken zygomatic bone, a fractured wrist, and multiple lacerations and contusions. His shoes were found bloody and dirty on Angel Bridge, a high bridge on an out-of-the-way footpath above the deepest part of Nestor Creek. As it is not a widely known area, knowledge of the bridge may lead toward the killer, although all of Restrepo's friends were aware of it.

Motive is unclear at this point in the investigation.

It has only been hours since Restrepo's body was discovered, and much of the evidence has yet to unfold.



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Jack sat in the orange plastic chair, his head in his hands and his mom sitting beside him silently, waiting for the investigators to call him in the room. His head pulsed with a hangover from the party, and the fluorescent lights drilled their way into his skull. The receptionist hammered the keys of the typewriter as hard as she could, popping the bubblegum she'd been chewing the whole time. The sounds felt like arrows. His stomach lurched at the though of any kind of food.

The door of the interrogation room groaned as it opened to a brown-haired woman in a black pantsuit, the sleeves of her blazer cuffed just below her elbows and a gun in a holster on her hip. An FBI badge hung against her crisp white dress shirt on a chain around her neck.

"Jack Jacobs," she called. Her voice turned up at the end with a hint of question. "Why don't you come in here so we can talk."

Jack stood. Walking toward the room felt like facing a firing squad. He couldn't tell if everyone was actually watching him or it was just his imagination. His mom stood to follow him, but the agent stopped her.

"Mrs. Jacobs," she said, "we'd like to speak to him alone first, if that's alright with you." It was the absolute last thing Jack wanted, but he couldn't find a way to ask his mom to come with. The words wouldn't come out.

The agent shut the door behind them. There was a man, thin, pale, and dark-haired, already sitting at the metal table poring over what was almost certainly Manny's case file in a manila folder. The agent's hand on Jack's shoulder lead him to a chair opposite the man. The clock on the wall ticked far too loudly, and the chair was too cold.

"Jack, right?" the man asked, and Jack nodded. "I'm Detective Feely. This is Agent Rew." He gestured to the agent, who leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. "We just want to ask you a few questions about your friend Manolo Restrepo."

"Manny," Jack corrected.

"How long have you known each other?" Feely asked.

Jack swallowed around the lump in his throat. "About four years."

"When did you see him last?"

Jack hesitated. His heart was in his throat, but he could feel it thump in his whole body. "Is Manny okay?" he asked. "No one told us anything."

Detective Feely's mouth crumpled into a scowl, and he turned to look at Agent Rew behind him. She straightened away from the wall, her eyes narrowing at Jack as if he were a puzzle she was trying to put together. She nodded at Feely, who looked back at Jack.

"I'm sorry, Jack," he said softly. "Manny's body was found this morning."

Jack felt the color drain from his face. He shot up from the chair to find the metal trash can in the corner of the concrete room, and his stomach emptied itself of the dry toast he'd forced himself to eat earlier.




Jack couldn't look at his friends as his mom lead him by the arm out of the police station and to the car. He didn't complain when he felt her fingers dig into his bones. Agent Rew called in the next person.

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The twins sat there in the police station exchanging the odd worried glance at one another. They sat in the police station and uncomfortable yet familiar weight stewing in the pit of their stomachs, the weight far heavier on Leon than his sister. This has happened before, they both realized. Nothing good has ever come of either of the twins being called to to places like this. The news was never good. But for Leon at least it wasn't the same as before, as he looked around the station he saw his friends and even the face of his father most of them looking rather worried themselves.

Though Leon tried to appear calm, his nerves were fraying inward but the only sign of this was the rhythmic, impatient tapping of his foot, all while Leanna sat there beside him, worry visibly wracking her face. As the others were called in and slowly came back out, their faces a mixture of horror and pure grief, Leon's composure came close to cracking, forcing his sister to pace a steadying hand on his knee. It felt like an eternity before one of their names were called.

"Leanna Louis" Called the female detective. Leanna moved to approach with her brother right on the girls heels. The detective raised a hand, a dismissive gesture they both were sure. "Sorry but we would like to speak wi-"The words died on the woman's lips as Leon spoke up loud enough to disrupt her train of thought not even bothering to let her finish.

"Come on. She's my sister, just look at her. She's nervous and scared and honestly I don't think you can blame her." Instantly Leanna knew what her brother was doing and played up the act. Admittedly she was nervous and worried even if she'd never say that right now but she didn't have to look nervous unless she wanted to, and now she very much wanted to. Her knees went limp and she began to shake lightly, letting out a low sounding please was what finally completed the image. Leon leaned closer to the woman before speaking once more."We just saw three of our best friends walk out of of here like they saw a ghost and you need to question me anyway right? Please just let me sit in with you guys or something?" With a sigh the woman sighed a relenting sigh as she escorted the pair into the room. The two exchanged a small smile for the small single victory of the night.

When they were brought before the other detective, they quickly took a seat and glanced once more at one another. Leanna asked the only question she could before either detective could utter a word. The only question that made any sense, a perceptive sort of concern leaked off her lips as she spoke. "What happened? Is everything okay? Manny? What happened to Manny, he's the only one not here. Is he still missing or...?" She trailed off not really wanting the answer. But Leanna was the smart one, the others looked devastated, and Manny had been missing for some time. Putting two and two together resulted in a grim thought, one she didn't want to entertain but saw plainly on the male detective's face. "I'm sorry you two but Manolo's body was found earlier today, murdered it seems."

With those words two hearts sank at once, but one sank deeper and further. Leon was shaking now his fists curled tightly into a ball "That's impossible! Who would ever want to hurt Manny? Everyone loved him and it's not like he's ever hurt anyone! Why someone ever wanna do that?" Leon's voice was desperate, a departure from any mask's he had bothered to wear moments before, his eyes were vulnerable and it took Leanna's presence once more, as well as her own genuinely distraught face to snap the boy out of it. She stared at her brother the answer clearly sitting at the forefront of her mind.Someone hurt Manny for the same reason they would want to hurt her brother and most of her friends. She didn't have to fake worry with a thought like that resting in her skull.

The interview passed by almost in a blur, somehow the twins had managed to answer the questions honestly but neither were truly there in the moment. As they walked out of the room Leon couldn't bear to look at his friedns, he looked like tears were going to crawl down his face at any moment, stopped only by Leanna gripping his arm, and letting out faint sobs of her own. The tears weren't real, she was never very good at shedding real tears, but she could always cry on command. The sobs sent Leon reeling back as he caught himself. Not here. He couldn't cry here, instead he clenched his fists in anger the only emotion he knew he was really allowed to bear openly. Without a word the twins looked at their father than retreated out the station into he car.

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Tap. Tap. Tap Tap. Michael's leg wouldn't stop bouncing nervously against the cool tile of the police station. He jerked up abruptly as his mother placed a hand on his leg, trying to stop him. "Mike honey, calm down. Some kids probably just had something illegal at the party and the police are just wanting to get to the bottom of it". He knew it was worse than that. He could tell the way each of his friends shifted uncomfortably in their chairs while waiting to be called into interrogation, and their tear-stained faces walking out.

Manny.

It had to be about Manny. He had been with all of them at the party but after a while Mike had lost track of him. He hadn't thought much about the fate of his friend until the phone had rang requesting him to come up to the police station.

"Michael Doyle" A woman, the same that had called the others in now called his name. He was the last one. He got up slowly, and shakily from the plastic seat and gave on last hesitant glance to his mother before following the woman inside the room. It was small and bright, making him feel even more trapped than he already was.

He blinked a couple times, his eyes adjusting to the light as he stared at the man across from him, a scary, stern looking man. "Mr. Doyle, where were you last night around the hours of 10pm to 3am?" Michael shifted in his seat, he wasn't nervous about the questions but there was something the officers weren't getting to. "I was at a party with my friends for most of the night, but I went home around 12. Why? Is something wrong?"
The officer completely ignored his question, yet continued with his. "You would consider yourself to be 'good' friends with Manolo Restrepo?" Michael nodded his head, "Yeah Manny and I have always been - " The officer cut him off abruptly with another question. "Have you and Manny ever gotten into any arguments?" "Well, yeah but - " "Has any of your fights ever escalated?" A disgusted look came over Michael's face as he shook his head in disdain. "What? No, I love Manny. What does this have to do with him?" The officer paused for a moment, taking the time to observe Michael before taking a deep breath, "Manolo was found dead in Angel Creek this morning".

It was like Michael had just fallen through the floor. He felt weightless, confused, angry, empty. "W-what?" His voice cracked slightly, as he clenched the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. "We are deeply sorry for your loss, but at this moment we need to figure out anything we can so we can help bring him justice". Michael just nodded, subconsciously, he fully wasn't there. He nodded his head yes or no to the proceeding questions, until the officers got the point and released him, telling him to call back if he thought of anything.

He walked calmly out of the room, his mother right there to grab his hand as he suddenly realized it was shaking uncontrollably. "Honey? ... Michael darling, is everything alright?" He just shook his head in response, and his mother lead him carefully out of the station. As soon as they walked out of the station he felt his breath start to hitch in his throat, and the stinging of tears at his eyes. It suddenly became harder to breath, as Michael frantically ripped open the door of his mom's car and grabbed his inhaler sitting in the cupholder with shaky hands. "Michael! What is wrong?" his mother exclaimed from the driver's seat as he took a large inhale from the inhaler.

And exhaled with a huge sob. "Oh god, Michael. Come here" And his mom wrapped him in her arms in the car, brushing his hair affectionately as he cried into her arms.

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The wind cooled and scraped at the scrubbed-raw skin under Jack's eyes as he peddled. The tears had barely come out, as if he didn't quite believe that Manny was gone. They hadn't shown him he body, just a couple of Polaroids of his shoes—the same red chucks he always wore—bloody and abandoned on Angel Bridge and scraps of fabric from the shirt he'd been wearing when Jack saw him last clinging to the chain link fence meant to keep people from falling off into Nestor Creek below.

A lot of good that did, Jack thought, pushing his bike harder up the little hill that separated North Grover from Main Street. He lived the closest to Clover Diner—it was just on the northernmost end of Main Street—but he was also the farthest removed from the rest of town. Grover Park was full of the upper middle class, with the exception of two neighborhoods. North Grover, where Jack lived, was the poorest neighborhood in town, populated mostly by the working class people that provided the town with its manual labor and service workers. Shady Grove, Manny's neighborhood, was on the exact opposite side of town, with manicured lawns and huge mansions where a regular family could live in the same house and not see each other for a week.

The distance never used to make a difference to Jack, even before Manny got his car for his sixteenth birthday. He'd been driving them to school since then, but before that his chauffeur had taken them. Grover Park wasn't that big anyway. It didn't even take an hour to ride across the town and back on his bike.

Jack chained his bike up to the rack in front of Clover and went in, the bell chiming above his head as he pushed the door open. He made a beeline for the biggest booth they had, waiting for him in the back as if it had a reserved sign on it. For how often they came there, it might as well have. Everyone there knew who the table belonged to. He slid into the middle seat—always his spot, since he always got there first.

Colette, the waitress and Jack's neighbor, smiled at him as she set out seven menus. She didn't say anything, and neither did he. He just watched the door, waiting for his friends to show up. His chest ached hollowly, as if everything had been scooped out and put in the freezer for later.

Keith Derringer and Lori Johnston glared openly at him as they left, but he ignored them. He checked his watch.