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Leo Dahl

"The most interesting men you'll find, are usually sitting in the dark, stoned, in the back of the room."

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a character in “Manor Horrors”, as played by Isador

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Name: Leo Dahl
Nickname: Simply goes by Leo.
Role: Party Guest
Face Claim: Val Kilmer
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Age: 43 Years
Sexuality: Straight
Hobbies: Reading old literature, antiquing, Drugs (Much more of an addiction.)
Personality: Leo is a very calm and composed person. Despite his serious drug abuse, Leo is a very professional person, appearing formal to most whenever possible. He lacks friends because of it, and always has been more reserved with emotional display. Kind and caring, Leo tries to hold those he loves at the top of his priority list, however his drug addiction will always come before anything else. Leo does show much gentleness and kindness to those close to him.

Strengths: Calm and composed, Leo always has room for some sort of logical thought process. He is usually very motivated to get things done, even while smashed or stoned. He can be friendly, usually getting on the good side of many people. He also knows many people, which has come in handy with getting his needed high.
Weaknesses: Leo Is a serious drug addict, and this addiction always sits at the top of his priority list. He can often be narcissistic, and becomes selfish because of it. Je has a hard time growing close to people, and only really loves those he's known for the majority of his life.
Fears: Leo has a constant fear of his greed for drugs getting the better of him, and overdosing. To go along with it, He has a pretty big fear of death, due to his strict catholic upbringing, He is convinced he will burn in hell.
Theme/Favorite Song: Pantera - "Cemetery Gates,"

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So begins...

Leo Dahl's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Duncan Victor Character Portrait: Lydia Hunter Character Portrait: Charles Mayfield Character Portrait: Conner Hunter Character Portrait: Jaycob Firths Character Portrait: Leo Dahl Character Portrait: Angelina Hunter
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#, as written by Sonohra
The manor was lit up with lights of all colors and music played loudly in the ballroom. The whole family was on the first floor, dressed up in their gowns and tuxedos. Many of the guests had already arrived, and some still staggered in. The party was lively and festive, just like any other of their parties. Tall men flanked the front door, watching to make sure that only invited guests entered. Servants ran through through the crowds, serving drinks and food. Little Conner plug his ears and walked around the ballroom, knowing he was not allowed anywhere else in the house. He was upset with the fact that he had to be in the room, but he promised his mother that this year, for the the 300th anniversary. Conner watched as a servant with a tray of drink towards him and as the man passed him, the little boy reached up and grabbed a drink without the man noticing.

He looked at the cup and then up at the other guests. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves. He saw his mother fluttering around, meeting the guests and welcoming back past guests. His father was busy drinking with his old pals. Conner looked around to notice that there were ghosts here too. He could tell the difference between the ghosts and the living because the dead tended to be slightly transparent. Conner stood on the edge of the room, hoping one would come talk to him, since he was a bit lonely, but he knew the ghosts did whatever they wanted. He looked back down at the drink, thinking about drinking it. Last time he had some, he had turned into a whole other person... but he was bored right now and he needed something to get rid of that feeling.

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#, as written by Isador
Leo walked slowly towards the front of the manor, digging his finger into his rather tight collar, and tugging. He had never minded dressing up for any sort of occasion, but collars always seemed to get so itchy in particular. His hand moved quickly down to his side, quickly grasping a small lump in his pocket. Now this, this is what would make the party great. Leo smiled, dipping his hand down into his pocket and wrapping his fingers tightly around the Ziplock bag that lay there, slowly kneading the powder within. Yes, with this amount, this would be quite the party indeed.

Now reaching the front of the manor, Leo approached the tall bouncer that stood next to the entrance.
"Name?" The tall man asked him,
"Leo, Leo Dahl." He replied back, giving the man a confidant and friendly smile.
The man looked down, studying a rather long looking sheet of paper he had attached to a clipboard. After a bit, he nodded back to Leo, making a small step to the side. Leo nodded back, smiling again and walked into the manor.
It was very old it seemed, showing off the families long held opulence. Already, the manor had grown crowded with numerous people, all talking amongst themselves, creating that almost comfortable white noise of words and conversations mashing together with no direction.

Leo nodded at a few people, walking tall, head held high. Always professional, always willing to conduct business with whomever may ask. Despite his rather calm and proud appearance on the outside, Leo was a sweaty turmoil of want on the inside. He constantly brushed his hand up against the small bag in his pocket, the anticipation growing with every though of getting the sweet drug out and partaking in the first hit. Perhaps he could find a bathroom of sorts, somewhere to get doped up. After all, things probably wouldn't start getting more heated until later. Then he would be able to dive into the powder in his pocket at full power. But for now, slipping into a state of being pleasantly stoned sounded like enough.
Leo looked for someone to ask for direction to the nearest bathroom or empty room. A member of the family most likely.

After a bit of searching, Leo saw exactly what he wanted. A small, rather apprehensive looking child, holding a cup sullenly by himself. He seemed to be talking to himself. Perfect. Leo put on his friendliest smile, and walked over to the boy.
"Excuse me bud, but could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?" He asked, his tone becoming warm and uplifting.

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#, as written by Sonohra
"Are you not a little young to be drinking? And using that kind of language?" The ghost said to him as he looked down on the kid. "Anyway, you look bored and uncomfortable. I figured I would give you something to do and get something done in the process."

The ghost stumbled slightly as he attempted to get off the wall before speaking again.

"Do you really want to be here?"Conner gave the ghost a harsh glare, not totally liking the dude. He opened his mouth to speak, but noticed that a man had come up to him. He shut his trap and turned to look at the man as he asked, "Excuse me bud, but could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?"

"Go ask someone else, old man-" Conner was touch on the shoulder by a soft hand. Conner looked up to see the pleasant and kind face of his mother. She was beautiful and was always the face of the household. Conner wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and turned to look back at Duncan. Should he help the guy out?

"I am so sorry sir. Conner is tired and exhausted you must understand he is only but a child. He is very uncomfortable with the high number of people in his home. What was is you asked of him?" His mother said to the man. Conner spoke to Duncan in a hushed whisper and said, "What is it you want from me?"

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#, as written by Isador
"Go ask someone else, old man-"
Leo's smile did not drop, however, he felt a rather large wave up irritation flare up inside of him.
"What a little shit," he thought to himself, a rather menacing shine crossing his eyes, as his head slightly titled to the side, giving his widening smile a bit more of a "If-you-don't-answer-my-question-I-swear-to-god-I'll-strangle-you," kind of feeling.

"I am so sorry sir. Conner is tired and exhausted you must understand he is only but a child. He is very uncomfortable with the high number of people in his home. What was is you asked of him?" a strong feminine voice said as a woman approached him. The kid quickly embraced her. She was his mother most likely. Yes, the current face of the Hunter household. Leo waved his hand, a small gesture dismissing the kids rudeness, who seemed to be starting to talk to himself again.
"Oh no, it's completely fine," Leo replied, his shoulders and head straightening again, his tone still professional and warm, "I was just wondering where I could find a bathroom."
He finished of his question with a flash of a toothy smile, hoping to hide his quite aggravated need for one. He was really starting to get hit with the early waves of anxiousness, a sign that if he didn't get his fix soon, he'd start feeling the other much less pleasant symptoms of dope sickness. That was one of the last things he wanted to experience at this party.

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Sauntering around the room, Tiffany's gaze fell upon a man speaking with a very extravagant woman with a child. The woman was older, yet very pretty. She could tell by her sense of authority and expensive clothing that she was a Hunter. The child with her was very tiny, and had a dark vibe to him. She couldn't tell why, but the kid kind of crept her out. Tiffany knew this was the perfect opportunity to get in good with the Hunters, so she decided not to lose her chance. As soon as the gentleman finished speaking to them, Tiffany began to strut her way to the mother and the child. She stole the gaze of many a suitor as she passed, but payed them no mind. Approaching them Tiffany began, "Hello Mrs. Hunter, I'm Tiffany Summers. I'm sure you've heard of my mother and father, Timothy and Madeline Summers? I just thought it seemed fit to introduce myself to you and your lovely son." She smiled her brightest smile, hoping to impress this glorious family.

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Duncan shuddered and stumbled to the side as someone walked through him. "Excuse me, bud, but could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?" the man asked the boy condescendingly.

"Go ask someone else, old man-" the boy replied quickly, but a hand came to rest on his shoulder, cutting him off. The boy wrapped his arms around the woman who owned the hand and stared at Duncan. As his mother explained away the boy's rudeness, Duncan caught his name. Conner. "What is it you want from me?" Conner whispered.

"I just need to find someone," Duncan explained. "I know she's here, but I haven't seen her in almost two hundred years." Once again, Duncan shuddered as a young woman passed through him. She was beautiful, and not much older than she had been. She was all smiles as she introduced herself, but Duncan pressed his lips together in unamusement. "Did this wall suddenly get suffocating?" he asked Conner.

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"The restroom is down the hall om the left." The mother replied, pointing into the direction behind her. "I am so sorry for his rudeness once again."

Conner looked at the guy as he described his predicament. Looking for someone? Who could that be, he wondered. Another person walked towards my mother, walking right through Duncan as she grabbed his mother's attention. As those two spoke, Duncan and Conner spoke of their own matters. "The wall? I guess. What's this person's name. I know almost all of the osts in here... I could see if i know her." Conner replied. Duncan seemed harmless enough. He was clearly still trying to graba hold of the ghostly being thing, but he'd get used to it. Conner was a little surprised he didnt know the guy. Sure there were plenty of ghosts the kid hadn't met, but Duncan seemed a nice ghost to know. Maybe he was tired of looking for his friedn or whatever and turned to Conner for help...

"Mrs. Hunter? Please, call me Gabrielle. Mrs. Makes me feel old. And you said you were part of the Summers family? Wow. I must find your parents and tell them what a beautiful daughter they have." She said with a bright smile. Gabrielle pulled Conner into her arms and pick him up to rest him on her hips. "This is my youngest, Conner. He's not too fond of strangers."

Conner looked at the girl, looking her up and down and finding out who she was and what she wanted. He was brief with his analysis and turned back to Duncan, resting his head on his mother's shoulder. "And what did she look like?" Conner whispered even softer than before.

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#, as written by Isador
"The restroom is down the hall on the left." The mother replied, pointing into the direction behind her. "I am so sorry for his rudeness once again."
Leo gave the woman a polite nod of appreciation and hurriedly left, his eyes frantically searching for the restroom door. HIs pace hurried, as he finally found it, knocking it open and hurrying inside. He locked himself inside the first stall he could find, sitting down on the toilet. Reaching inside his pocket, Leo pulled out the sandwich sized bag containing everything he would need. Needles, syringe, lighter, rubber arm-tie, and a small spoon. He set it on his lap, reaching into his other pocket, pulling out a slightly larger bag which was full about to the halfway point of fine white powder. Eyeing the bag, a thoughtful expression formed on his face.
"A full hit from injection? I know I need it... but really, that much so soon?" He thought to himself, biting his lip. "I really should save the needles I have for later. Plus, with how I'm feeling, it's likely I'll go with too much and hurt myself."

After a few seconds more of thought, he put the bag containing the needles and other assorted paraphernalia bag into his pocket. He then eagerly turned towards the bag full of his Herion. Opening the top carefully, he dipped two fingers in, taking a good healthy pinch of the drug between them. Bending over, he brought his face to his fingers and snorted. Quickly, he took another pinch and snorted up the other nostril. Putting the bag back, Leo then sat back, waiting for the effect of the healthy hit to come.

Ecstasy, just pure golden heaven. Even words like those weren't enough to describe the effect of the drug. Leos body shuddered, his eyes closing. He welcomed the numbing of the drug, sweeping over his body like a glacial wind. Tingling, in the tips of his toes and fingers slowly vibrated up into his thighs and forearms.
"My sweet white snow, how I missed you." Leo mumbled to himself, eyes still closed.
After a minute or two more, he stood, eyes opening with pinpoint pupils. Leo smiled, flushed the toilet behind him and walked out of the stall and bathroom, and back into the main part of the manor.

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Character Portrait: Duncan Victor Character Portrait: Tiffany Summers Character Portrait: Lydia Hunter Character Portrait: Charles Mayfield Character Portrait: Conner Hunter Character Portrait: Leo Dahl Character Portrait: Angelina Hunter
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Angie glanced around the room, surveying the coming and goings of guest and ghosts alike. The corner in which she stood smelled profusely of smoke thanks to her unwelcome friend, Charlie. Even now the apparition had ghostly cigarette perched on his lips. She never had very much to say and she supposed that was why Charlie preferred her company to that of the child medium, Conner.

To Charlie, she was his calm in the storm. Sure he enjoyed partying and flirting, even if nobody could see him, but when he got tired of listening to the other ghost's chatters and moans, he always sought out Angie for some peace. He liked to think of himself as her guardian ghost. He protected her from the more malicious spirits, even if she never realized or acknowledged it. He even tried on more than one occasion to stop living men from approaching her. As a matter of fact, he thwarted at least five men from approaching her at this party alone. She was making it rather difficult with the dress that she was wearing. Even Charlie had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her.

If Angie had any say in what she would wear, it would definitely not be this. In fact, if she ever had any say at all about her life, she wouldn't even be here. She would be in her room, watching the new Game of Thrones episode that she was currently recording.

As Angie scanned the room, she looked to Conner, the boy with the same gift she possessed. A ghost she had seen around often was pestering him, probably for the same reason he had tried to pester her before Charlie told him to "Buzz off, square." Conner was impressionable sometimes, but he was a good kid, no matter how creepy he looked. The ghost, Duncan she thought, seemed to finally reel the boy into helping him. As the child and apparition were having their silent conversations, her aunt Gabrielle was talking to a tall man with blond hair. The man had obvious twitches, at least to her, and it didn't take her very long to deduce that he was a junkie. After the man left to find the nearest bathroom, a girl around her age approached her aunt, introducing herself and being altogether peppy and brown-nosing. Angie turned to Charlie and mimicked vomiting to which Charlie gave a chuckle in reply. She saw her cousin Lydia and waved at her, more out of politeness than an actual call for her attention.

Angie caught her mother's eyes from across the room. Margaret Hunter had always hoped Angie would bloom into a Hunter woman to be proud of. To her dismay, Angie was as different from her family as anyone could be. Margaret gave her a look that said "Socialize-Or-Else" Angie, fearing punishment, went to the nearest guest she could find. Imagine her displeasure to find it was the junkie from before, stoned, having gotten his fix.

"Hello sir, my name is Angelina Hunter. We Hunter's are so pleased that you could make it to our party." she said to the man, offering a supremely fake smile. At that moment a waiter stopped by, champagne on his platter. Angie grabbed one from the tray and handed it to the man. "Here you go." Under her breath she whispered to him, "You might want to wipe your nose, you have residue." She gave another fake smile and went on to the next guest, Charlie following close behind her.

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"My apologies, Gabrielle. And thank you, I apologize for their absence this evening. The party is very lovely, I'm glad to be here. And hello to you too Conner, what a handsome boy he will grow up to be," Tiffany said and waved at the son. The kid seemed as if he was whispering to himself, how odd. Tiffany heard the Hunters we're a bit out of sync, but she didn't realize they were a bit nutzo. "I hope you two have a grand evening, I wouldn't want to leave you from your guests," said Tiffany. She bid her goodbye and walked back off into the party. The party seemed a bit bland, would there be something to pick up the pace? She spotted a man walking out of the bathroom obviously stoned and acting a bit off. Tiffany wondered what he was on, and if she wanted to be on it. Should she ask him for some? No, it was way too early to get high. She made her way to the dance floor. Perhaps some dancing will do her some fun. She grabbed a complete stranger and said, "Care to dance?". He agreed instantly and they lit up the dance floor as others watched and joined. It was standard Tiffany, always in the spotlight.

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#, as written by Isador
"Hello sir, my name is Angelina Hunter. We Hunter's are so pleased that you could make it to our party."
Leo turned to face a young girl who had suddenly approached him.
"Shit, already? It's way too early for interaction." Leo thought to himself, answering the girl's smile with one of his own. Being doped up with so many people around was bad enough, but attempting to talk to anyone was a struggle of its own. All Leo wanted to do was to just find some empty room or airy patio that he could sit down, and zone out in. Letting the white waves of the drug sweep over him over and over again until he could act somewhat composed.
Leo was suddenly brought out of his fantasy when a glass of champaign was handed to him.
"Here you go." The girl said to him. Leo took the glass in his fingers loosely. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he never minded doing so when the occasion arose.
The girl leaned in closer to him. "You might want to wipe your nose, you have residue." she whispered quietly to him, and walked off, on her way to socialize with someone else (thank god.)
Leo brought his fingers in, wiping the inside of his nostrils quickly, and sniffing heavily. Staring at his finger he did indeed see a small trail of white Herion left over from his earlier splurge.
"She has good eyes, but maybe others at this party do as well. I'll have to be even more careful than normal." He thought.

Leo was always very good with hiding his less than desirable habit from others. But as his use had started growing more and more frequent, it started to get harder and harder to act, well, like a normal person around others. Odd twitches, sudden cravings, and more intense highs had started to frequent him. Most likely because of his increase of use. This was inevitable, as he had started to use more of the drug after his normal doses hadn't been enough, but Leo didn't like to think of it that way. After all, no one would take a businessman seriously after learning he did indeed participate in the less desirable walk of life after all.

"Care to dance?"
The sudden question startled Leo to the point almost dropping his glass. A young girl in a red gown was staring at him expectedly.
"Well I.." He stuttered, desperately attempting to lose the doped up tone and gain his normal professional prowess. But before he could finish the sentence, the girl had already grabbed him and started dragging him towards the dance floor. Leo hastily was able to set his glass down on a waiters tray before spilling it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Leo yelled inside his head, he could handle talking and walking, but dancing? Even in a normal state he wasn't a very good dancer, and now some uppity blonde-haired bitch had a vice grip on his arm.
But, as much as he could think, he needed to keep a positive demeanor.
Smiling, Leo danced slowly with the girl, attempting to find a way out of the situation.