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Leopoldo Miguel Acosta

child of the night.

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a character in “eBAE”, as played by nations

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LEOPOLDO M. ACOSTA

[ nickmake ] β€” Leo, prefers it over his full name
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[ age ] β€” Twenty-five
[ sexuality ] β€” Heterosexual
[ date of birth ] β€” April first
[ ethnicity ] β€” Portuguese and Egyptian
[ nationalities ] β€” Portugal and French
[ faceclaim ] β€” Xavier Dolan







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[ height ] β€” Five foot three
[ body ] β€” Some muscle, a faint six-pack that he isn't as quite committed to as he should β–Έ a tattoo on the left side of his back β–Έ sometimes stained with paint he can't get off his skin
[ hair ] β€”Brown curls as messy as his life β–Έ lightly styled with gel
[ eyes ] β€”Brown eyes that make you look twice β–Έ glasses he absolutely hates because it ruins the vibe, but he can't read without them
[ facial features ] β€” Two-day scruff that can leave a rash after he kisses you β–Έ pierced right ear that he sometimes regrets but sometimes styles with a small real diamond stud or a small hood β–Έ a common frown during the day that makes you think he has someone else to hate apart from himself


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Leo was born in Lisbon, Portugal, into an upper-class family that was composed by a famous artist for a father and a successful business woman for a mother. In reality, his parents never were the stable parental figures that a young boy needed to have in his life. They were often away, leaving Leopoldo alone in the hands of a nanny. Even though Leo was not a problematic child, his nannies never lasted more than a few months. He would later learn that it was due to his mother's obsessive jealousy over them whenever his father was at home. Leo never really saw the problems in their marriage first hand and was very affected when they finally divorced. He was thirteen and his parents agreed to send him to a boarding school in France, leaving Leo alone and in a foreign world, causing him to have a lot of emotional problems.

Leo did find the support of one teacher, his art teacher, who took great care of him and taught him how to express his emotions through art. Despite this, he became a troublesome child. Leo would skip some classes, run away, and even vandalize the school. He wasn't expelled from the Academy because of his parents' money and reputation, a fact he knew and hated.

He was able to get into Oxford -also something he believes was due to his parents' manipulation- where he pursued and completed a double Art major. During this time, Leo not only began to gain fame for his art but he also met the group of friends, rich and spoiled sons and daughters, that would shape him into the person he is today. He still maintains contact with them and they go on crazy nights at least once a year.

Currently, Leo is living in New York in one of his apartments. He is there for the season for an exposition but enjoys the nightlife that the metropolitan city provides. Although he is in the art world, he rarely comes across his dad and hates it when they say that his artistic ability came from his father.


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In most people's eyes, Leopoldo is a breathing mess. He spends his nights partying and drinking and his days secluded in his apartments or wherever he is staying at in order to work on his art. In the eyes of the art world, he is a living prodigy and an example of what good genes can do for the talents of a child. In his parent's eyes, he is mostly nonexistent. Although Leopoldo appears to be serious person due to the fact that he almost never smiles sober, he is irresponsible in every aspect of his life apart from his art and, to an extent, the management of his money.

Leo can be pretty sarcastic, but most of the time he doesn't even bother spending his energy with people who are causing him trouble. He will just grunt, roll his eyes, and walk away.

He loves his luxurious life and places great value on the material things. He loves expensive watches, cars, and colognes. He loves a good drink in a five-star hotel. His partying knows no limits. It is here that he often tends to lose his mind. He will spend thousands of dollars on vacations and party for three nights straight if the company of those around him are up for the challenge. At the end of the day, he feels that this will just fill the void in his mind and heart.

Sometimes, he just feels alone and lost.

Surely, there is a better side to him, but it's been so long that he's probably just forgotten.


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[ perfect date ] β€” Basically a night out in any good club with lots of dancing and drinks.
[ three adjectives ] β€” Energetic, carefree, hot
[ what his family thinks about eBAE ] β€” They don't know and probably wouldn't really care anyways, or just think it was another one of the crazy things he liked to do. Some of his friends know and don't really say anything either; a few of them have tried it and enjoyed the experience. A good way to have fun with no commitment.






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[ character by ] nations [ cs inspired by ] juno's template


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So begins...

Leopoldo Miguel Acosta's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kassia C. Aiolfi Character Portrait: Renee Estelle Rodriguez Character Portrait: Jessie Vincent Character Portrait: Alexandie Marcus Character Portrait: Simon Yeun Character Portrait: Leopoldo Miguel Acosta Character Portrait: Francis Humbert Character Portrait: Alex Goth Character Portrait: Theodora Donaghue

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Having been assigned to one of the few rooms whose windows faced the front of the house, Renne pushed the white curtains aside in order to look down at the car that was pulling up the driveway. The sleek black doors opened and out stepped a person-- someone else who would be residing in this mansion for the few following weeks. Renee did not know who else was coming to this session since everything was kept anonymous prior to the hook-up, but either way, she could not tell whether the person outside was a human or one of the machine people. Baes, they were called, but to Renee, this concept was still all too bizarre for her to be able to call them that.

It was the first person she had seen in the since being hooked up apart from the driver who hadn't spoken a word to her, the red-haired Eva, who had introduced herself as the estate's hostess and completed her check-in, and a bellboy who had escorted her up to the assigned room she was now in. Of course, it had been an hour since her arrival and Renee had not left her room. Perhaps everyone else was already here and had just stayed in their rooms like she had.

With a sigh, she let go of the curtain and took a step back. The room was nice-- the dark wood, the white and burnt yellow accents, and the industrial design undeniably created the perfect room for the young writer. If it had not been for her greater purpose, Renee was sure to have spent her days lounging in the room, writing in the ocean of earth tones.

A beep! caught her attention and she walked over to the door. Next to the door, on the wall, was a screen with the words, Message from Eva, in bold letters. Renee had been told that she would have screens in her room from which she could order things, call the staff, and receive messages. It was one of the few things she had been told since arriving here, actually. Clicking on the bold letters, an invitation popped up:


Renee,
You are cordially invited to an event in the back patio at seven.
Food will be served there.
- Eva, hostess


Renee looked at the message for a few moments. She really wished a friend or someone she knew would have walked her through all of this, or that they would've been clearer about it all. Closing down the message, Renee returned to the chair and table where she had placed her luggage. Pulling out her phone, she tried to check on the signal. Nothing, of course. It made sense since there was no reason there would be data, the only way to contact the outside world was by asking Eva and setting a direct connection, but Renee still had decided to bring her cell phone along since it contained her phone numbers and some other important information in regards to her writing.

She looked at the time at the top of the screen. Seven-- that meant she had an hour and a half to get ready. The thought made her laugh. Get ready to meet a fictional person that she didn't even know how they looked. What had her life come to? And it was all for the sake of writing.


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Renee had gotten ready pretty fast, putting on a simple black Peter Pan dress. She had been writing when she heard her alarm, which she had put so she didn't lose track of time. Saving her file and closing her computer, Renee stepped off the bed, put on her shoes, and made her way out. Opening the door, she looked down at the ground, where she saw a small white box. Frowning, Renee picked it up and opened it. Inside, there was a small purple pin and a note that indicated that she should wear it. Doing as instructed, Renee put the pin on the left side of her chest before tossing the box towards a chair inside and starting down the hall.

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Character Portrait: Leopoldo Miguel Acosta Character Portrait: Theodora Donaghue

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β€”β€”β€” child of the night. β€”β€”β€”

While nobody else was particularly left questioning the rural location of the state, considering that they had never been at eBAE or that perhaps a rural state was indeed their perfect setting for this sort of thing, Leo had been shocked -confused and, really, sort of annoyed as well- when he found himself in a car riding down a dirt road through the countryside.

Like every other guest, Leopoldo had been approached by Eva upon his arrival. The hostess was different physically from the other hosts of the sessions he had gone to, but she had the same charisma and warmth that the hosts had.

He had been escorted up to his room and was glad to have found that at least his room was exactly like he always had: unharmonious with the estate's elegant decoration, his room white and modern-- cold compared to the rest of the house. Despite loving colors on his canvas, Leopoldo was very particular about the colors of his home and where he resided. The places had to be predominantly white-- it always made him feel a little calmer and cleaner. Which was not something very common in his life.

As the first to have arrived to the estate, Leopoldo had been here for several hours by now. He didn't worry about having seen no one else apart from those managing the estate since he had gone through all of this before, although it had been a hotel in the city and not in something as rural as this. What Leopoldo didn't know is that for him, the first glitch in the system had occurred. It was a minor thing: the first guest arriving hours before everyone else, since people usually arrived by increments of thirty minutes.

As the first to have arrived to the estate during the late hours of the morning, which was actually way before anyone else has arrived, Leopoldo had been at the estate for several hours by now. He had lingered around his room for sometime before deciding to open the blinds and look outside. His eyes rows raised slightly as he saw the green scenery. It was indeed beautiful and if he were a realism artists, he would have loved to paint the contrast of the white flowers in the garden below and the blue of the pool against the green. Well, maybe he would do something if he was inspired. Leopoldo always tried to put painting aside during these days since he came to forget the real world, but sometimes he was extremely inclined to do it.

After contemplating the view for a few minutes, he had walked back to his room and laid down on the mattress. It would just be a matter of time until he got a message from Eva about the meet-and-greet where he would meet his partner for the time being. Maybe all of the estate just for staying during the day and he could drive to the city or something to party. The thought of actually being here did not cross his mind because he figured that maybe something in his profile had changed and that everything would eventually work out.

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Leopoldo really hadn't been worried about finding the estate basically empty. He knew it usually was like this and had decided to take a walk through the gardens. It was through his smart watch that Leo received the message from Eva. Although he knew there was the meet-and-greet, he still needed to know what time it was at.

He had already received his pin since they were placed at each door shortly after each person arrived. It was red-- a color he found very fitting. Leopoldo had pinned it to his white collared shirts, which he had pair with dark blue slacks, and had headed out. Now, looking down at his watch, Leopoldo saw that it was time. He always waited like ten minutes to actually get there, knowing that sometimes his partner, Erica, which had been the same Bae he had met since his first time, was late.

When he finally got to the patio, Leopoldo began to look for her. He frowned, wondering what had happened when a flash of red caught his eye.

"What?" he asked under his breath, a frown forming on his face. This was not Erica.

Before she could see him, Leopoldo took off his pin and slipped it into his pocket. He took some time to approach the woman actually and managed to quickly pass down two glasses of champagne from one of the waiters, which he knew wouldn't actually do anything to him but he needed to drink something.

Leopoldo wasn't sure what was going on-- why would she have the same pin? It was definitely the same color.

He kept glancing over at her throughout these few minutes, however, and after a moment he finally began walking towards her.

"Hello miss," he finally said when he was close enough. There was still a certain coldness in his state, although this wasn't too unusual with his personality, but there was a lopsided smile on his lips. "It seems like we have been given the same pin," he added, pulling his out from his pocket.


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Character Portrait: Simon Yeun Character Portrait: Leopoldo Miguel Acosta Character Portrait: Theodora Donaghue

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S I M O N--Y E U N
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Simon arrived to the estate via car, as he assumed most would. The only issue was that he didn't know how to drive, so he was confined to the back seat, fiddling with the several hematite bracelets he wore while being lost in his own thoughts of what would come from this experience. Sure he may enjoy himself and meet a girl that wouldn't reject him after five minutes, but he couldn't rid the thought from his mind that this was not permanent. And he really couldn't afford to come here again.

Best make the most of it while I'm here then, he thought to himself, peering out of the window to see if they were any closer to their destination.

At the end of the day, Simon was simply too excited - and far too foolishly optimistic - to regret his decision to come here. Above all else, he just needed a vacation. A break from the stresses of family, work, and dating any girl that would have him. The prospect of meeting a young woman specifically designed to suit his romantic needs had taken a sort of backseat the second he laid eyes on the estate. Of course he was still looking forward to that part -- he's only human, after all.

When he walked through the doors, he was greeted by the apparent hostess of this session, a woman who had introduced herself as Eva. It was all a little unsettling, but he did try his best to be polite. There were several moments where he would stare a little too long, or give a delayed reply to a question or statement. Thankfully the situation was over quickly, though he was left with some small doubt that he would be just as uncomfortable in the presence of his assigned Bae.

After the check-in process had been completed, he was escorted to his room on the second floor of the estate by one of its bellboys, who had taken it upon himself to cart around Simon's larger-than-normal suitcase. It was his nature to over-prepare for everything, and since they'd be here for a month or so he knew that packing light wouldn't be the smartest idea. He carried his own smaller bags, however.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Simon released the handle of his suitcase, set the additional bags down on the floor beside it, and ventured further into the room, smiling in appreciation of its design. It was a lot fancier than anything he'd ever experienced in his life, so to say the absolute least he was in heaven. He could really get used to being here.

He was in the process of freshening up in the bathroom when the notification came through to his room, and he looked up in confusion for a moment before setting down his toothbrush and peering around the doorway. The screen beside his door that had previously been blank upon entering was now alight with a single message, which held an invitation to the day's meet-and-greet. It came sooner than he expected, but he was glad for it nonetheless.

After checking himself once more in the mirror, Simon eventually left his room, closing the door behind himself. There was a small white box sitting at his feet when he turned around. He wondered for the briefest moment who had left it there; he hadn't heard anyone outside of his room in all that time. Picking it up, he inspected its contents only to find a set of instructions and a green pin, which he proceeded to pin to the right side of his chest; the green standing out against the deep blue of his tight shirt.

Navigating the halls of the estate was no easy task for Simon, but off to the meet-and-greet he went, curious to discover who would be waiting for him when he did arrive.


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T E D D Y--D O N A G H U E
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A fair amount of time had passed since Teddy arrived at the patio, and over that time she had begun to feel little conflicted; on one hand she was growing rather impatient, wondering when people were finally going to turn up, but on the other hand she hoped they simply wouldn't.

"Hello miss," came a voice from behind her. Teddy turned only her head at first, peering over her bare shoulder to see a young man in his twenties looking in her direction. Her eyes traced his features for the briefest of moments, before he spoke up again. "It seems like we have been given the same pin," he added. She shifted her focus to the red pin he now held in his hand, pursing her lips at the sight of it. For whatever reason, she glanced at her own pin as if she hoped it would have miraculously changed colour in the time it took her to explore the manor. But alas, it was still red. This man was to be her partner for the meet-and-greet. The moment had finally arrived, and there was no escaping it.

At this realisation, she straightened up until she was no longer leaning on the railings and turned to face him fully, giving an almost inaudible sigh as she did so. He was a handsome lad in his own right; a little short for her tastes, in truth, and she'd never been a fan of facial hair in general. Other than that he wasn't too shabby to look at. Not that it mattered, of course. She wasn't here to meet someone.

Every instinct in her mind and body was telling her to shut this conversation down before it had the chance to progress further, mostly because she had the strangest feeling that this guy wasn't the sort she could get along with easily. Teddy was no fool -- there was something hidden behind that smile he wore, something in his eyes that hinted maybe she wasn't what he'd been hoping or looking for. Still, she knew she shouldn't jump to conclusions without even giving him a chance, as well as acknowledging that she was being the biggest hypocrite in the world for judging his cold demeanour.

Friendly, Ted. You should at least try to be friendly, she reminded herself, and wondered briefly if she even knew how.

With as much effort as she could muster in this situation, Teddy forced a smile to lift the corners of her lips, though it was gone as quickly as it had appeared and her expression relaxed into the usual soft frown she wore every second of every day. "Ah, yes... I s'pose nice to meet ye'," she replied, her strong Irish vocals filling the brief silence that had fallen between them. She gave a short nod as she spoke, shifting until she was leaning with her back against the railing and her arms were crossed against her chest. "Name's Theodora," she informed him. "Ye' can call me Teddy or Theo, I really don't care which."

She wasn't particularly fond of nor familiar with gestures and non-violent physical contact but part of her debated whether or not to extend a hand for him to shake, halted only by the fear that he'd think she was odd if she did. This situation really didn't need to get any more uncomfortable for her.

"What's your name then, lad?" she asked, not because she genuinely wanted to know -- it was mostly out of common courtesy at this point.

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