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Leon Louis

"You work hard and you go far. That's the whole point."

0 · 382 views · located in Grover Park, Maryland, 1981

a character in “Diplomat's Son”, as played by Blueshadow

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Leon Louis
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Name: Leon Louis


Nickname: Leo,The Flash, The King of Track and Field, Wonder Twin


Age: 18


Sexuality:Closeted Homosexual

ImageAppearance
Leon stands at about 5'9 with a lithe tho still quite muscular build, perfect for his endeavors on the track team. His hair is rather dark which he keeps cut rather short, and his eyes are a light shade of blue. His clothing style is usually quite casual but trendy. Often he simply wears jeans and a t-shirt. Though he just as often dresses in rather fashionable though sporty attire.



Face Claim:Keiynan Lonsdale

ImagePersonality: During his time at Grover prep Leon has built a persona around himself, in an attempt to maintain popularity and achieve success. Leon has adopted the persona most likely to keep him protected and achieve success. To all those but a few Leon is the athletically gifted King of track and field, with a many potential athletic scholarships in hi sfuture. And while this all may be strictly speaking rue Leon carries himself in a manner stereotypical of his role. He is a well known flirt often sending wildly flirtatious comments the way of any pretty girl in his direction. He loves all the things he is supposed to love. Cars, sports, girls, and all other traditionally manley things, and he maintains a rather bookdumb image, just barely maintaining a C average in his academics. He can be critical of that which lays outside these interests, and while he is never outright cruel he can at times be obnoxious and downright ignorant of certain things. All this however is wrapped up in a charming smile, a somewhat goofy personality and a public defense of some of his peers more extreme bullying, which keeps him likable and rather popular within the school.

Much of what the public knows however is just a persona crafted to himself from any societal backlash. In reality the real Leon is one known by few people, and only his family and closest friends have gotten even a glimpse of who he really is. The real Leon is far more emotional than his crafted mask. Where in the school halls he never bares a hint of any deeper emotions in closed doors, with those he truly cares about he wears his heart on his sleeve. He smiles bright smiles when he's overjoyed and cries rivers when saddened. He is a friendly and optimistic person always willing to lend a close friend a hand and an ear if they need to talk. While his public persona is quite extroverted and confident Leon in private is very much the opposite. While still friendly and personable he carries himself far softer, and is prone to becoming easily flustered, nervous, or shy in some situations. Much like the rest of his family however he carries a strong work ethic and can be immensely stubborn and dedicated once he has his mind set on a goal.
Strengths: Fast, Strong, Highly athletic, exceptional liar, skilled actor, loyal


Weaknesses:Impulsive, gets attached too easily, terrible leader, and often requires direction, too dependent on others

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Simon Louis||Father|Simon is a strict father who places a large emphasis on the success of his children. However he is as strict as he is fair. He simply wants his children to live a good and happy life. Leon's relationship with his father is rather strong despite his fathers strict parenting style. Leon rather admires his father who managed to claw his way to success, wealth, and power despite being handed many disadvantages in life, as such he simply wishes to make his father proud and goes to great lengths to do so.|

Liza Louis||Mother||Much like her husband Liza only wants her children to succeed and be happy, though she is much less strict than her husband. Leon's relationship with his mother is one of complete adoration. Liza adores her son and encourages him to succeed in all aspects of his life. So much so that she is even okay with Leon's homosexual proclivities even though she doesn't entirely understand them. In turn Leon loves his mother and is quite grateful and appreciative of her efforts.

Leanna Louis ||Older sister||Leon's fraternal twin, older sister(By four minutes) and best friend in the world. The two twins are as close as can be, and are rarely seen apart. Before meeting the others the twins were the only one's who knew each others secrets and even now they tell each other things even their other friends could never know. They understand each other on a deep level and Leon cares for his sister a great deal. There's almost nothing that he wouldn't do for her.

The Louis family is a strict but loving unit. The family is filled with hard workers always vying for success in an age where the color of one's skin may mean more than the effort and talent they put out into the world. This is certainly what led Simon and Liza to their success, Simon an influential lawyer and Liza a respected doctor, they achieved their success with no small amounts of determination and a measure of ruthlessness to reach the top. Simon and Liza are strict but fair, this combined with their children's need to live up to their standards and undeniable devotion to the family has produced a family of ruthless perfectionists wiling to do whatever it takes and work hard to get ahead in life. However the family is close knit and though they may be hard on each other it is only in an effort to build each other up stronger than before. The Louis family always has each other's back and has everyone's best interest at heart.


ImageHistory: Leon and his sister were born to Simon and Liz Louis in New York City, back when Simon and Liz were still working their way through college. Simon in law school and Liz studying to be a doctor. The family wasn't always well off and went through more than their fair share of hardship. But as the years went on Leon's childhood grew progressively easier. His parents graduated, got jobs, and climbed their way to staus, wealth, and power. Sooner rather than later, the cold nights and cheap clothes were replaced with a large house, stylish clothing and all sorts of amenities.

As he grew he discovered at a young age that he very much was not interested in the so called fairer sex. He was only fourteen at the time when he fell in love, with a young man. However two problems presented themselves, the boy he had fallen in love with was the son of chief of police, a staunch traditionalist who would never approve of his son falling for another man. The second problem lay in the fact that Leon's young flame had also just happened to be the older brother of his current girlfriend. The relationship between Leon and the girl was one born of peer pressure, and the sheer awkward nature of youth, and yet it had persisted for several months. During this time Leon had also been rather involved with the girl's brother. For a time he was happy, engaging in a state of exploration with a man who he had thought was the love of his life. It was wild, and new, and exciting but alas it was not meant to last. Eventually they were found out and everything began to crumble. The police chief furious at what he had found had ended up using his own daughter, Leon's girlfriend to claim that Leon had sexually assaulted her. An obvious lie but one told by a man with power and influence. His father had tried to deal with this false charge using every bit of legal knowledge he possessed, and he was even succeeding until an unforeseen blow to the family became too much and forced them to move in order to escape the scandals.

So they moved to Grovers Park. In their effort to become successful and stay influential they quickly gained a foothold in the popular scene. Leon for his part realized just how important it was to hide his sexuality, and went through great lengths to keep it hidden cultivating an image of an athletic player interested in little else than girls sports, and popularity. However his persona was not evidently fool proof. One person managed to see through him, Manny saw that his persona was largely an act, and Leon soon formed a fast friendship with the boy. He spilled his secrets and soon enough joined the rest of the group as a loyal and trusted friend.


Secret:
Like quite a few of his friends Leon keeps his sexuality close to his chest. He's taken great steps to keep his homosexuality hidden and has had numerous girlfriends all just to cover up the fact that he's gay. He's also hiding a false charge of sexual assault back before they lived in Grover Park. Leon knows full well what would happen if these secrets ever got, and their consequences potentially run much deeper than simply a fall from the social graces of high school. He'd be sen as a pariah and lowlife and it's more than likely his life would be in some danger as well.

So begins...

Leon Louis's Story

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July 21, 1981
1302 hours

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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Jack Jacobs | seventeen

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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.