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“Being a medium who can communicate with souls isn't the same as one who can interact with them. It's the difference between listening in on a conversation and changing the subject.”

Full Name: Aislin Delphi

Alias: Leopold William Dorte

Nicknames: Leo

Age: 26 years of age. May 17th

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Hometown: Cork, Ireland

Occupation: Antiques Dealer

Species: Psychic Human

Piercings: None

Tattoos: Leo has a full sleeve forest scene on his left arm and a bear on his ribs.

Scars/Birthmarks: Leo does have a number of scars, the most prominent being a large scar over his right eyebrow which leads into his eye making the lid droop a bit. His other scars include one on his hand from a large two pronged fork.

Clothing Style: Leo dresses fairly plain. He’s a real jeans and t-shirt kinda guy. He's not a slob but by no means is he fashion forward. Leo does have a favourite shirt which displays a small wizards hat and crystal ball on it. He thinks it's rather funny.

Personality: Leo in a word is a bit of a mess mentally. Since his exile he's had time to himself and let his affliction develop. He has issues looking folks in the eye but does practice with the task everyday at his job as an antiques dealer. One of more interesting quirks about Leo is the fact that his voice is not the only voice in his head. Should he come into contact with an interesting item or with another sentient being small whispers fill his head. They tell him things about the object or person, make predictions and generally when he is in contact with another being the voices and trying to keep up a conversation overwhelm him. Because of this Leo has developed small nervous ticks and twitches, He's trying to develop a way to speak naturally with others but of course he needs a little practice.

Leo isn't easily frustrated or quick to anger as he's dealt with this problem for quite a while, rather he is determined to become a healthy member of society. The voices however disagree with this goal and when he is speaking too easily with a customer the whispers tend to become yells. Leo enjoys his job as an antiques dealer as so many of the objects have interesting stories to tell and since they are not sentient he does not have to worry about holding a conversation with them. He has books filled with the stories of these objects and fondly leafs through them when he is settling down for the night. He's generally a quiet man and prefers to listen rather than lead. He's gentle by nature and prefers to logic his way out of situations rather than fight. He holds no ill will towards his clan and hopes they are well.

Along with the power of premonition and understanding Leo has a rather basic knowledge of hypnotism, he's occasionally used his powers to calm upset customers or to help them forget when his nervous ticks or voices get in the way of normalcy. He's good at reading people in actions as well as their mental state and these quirks have made him an astute salesman.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Likes: Stories | Reading | Antiques/Objects with Character | White Wine and Steak | Hiking | Planting/Gardening

Dislikes: Loud noises | Crowds | Coffee | Mess/Dust | Nightlife

Fears: Leo's biggest fear is having to endure another exile. He desperately hopes to fit in and wishes not to offend or scare anyone. He is also afraid of a few superstitious traditions and will always ensure he walks around a ladder rather than under it, avoid black cats, always throw salt over his shoulder etc.

Dreams: Leo dreams of a time where he can control the whispers in his head. He wants desperate to be able to turn them off and on at his will. He also dreams of visiting major archeological and historic sites where he can feel and see the past.

Secret(s):Leo's biggest secret is the voices themselves. He hates the idea of people thinking that he is not all there and will do everything within his power to ensure that no one knows. He's also killed a man.

Background: Leo's story of exile is a rather sad one. In Cork Ireland there was a small community of likeminded seers. They live in a small apartment building together and made a business of their talent. His mother, the leader of this group held many sessions a day with many folks. The type ranged from women seeking to know if their husbands were unfaithful, or for men inquiring upon a promotion at work. Or even families seeking contact with loved ones that had passed on. Leo studied under his mother, though at the time he was known as Aislin. He watched his mother preform and tried his best to ignore the small whispers. For years the voices grew louder and louder and when he was requested to start holding his own sessions with customers he protested most vehemently. He was not ready, he could not speak to anyone while there were so many voices. Alas he was forced and it was his first customer that sent him over the edge.

It was an older man who came to visit him, he walked with a cane and by the dull thunk that echoed with every second step Aislin understood the man had a prosthetic leg. He man took his seat and stretched the artificial limb under the table and the foot of his shoe brushed over Aislin's shin. There was a sudden shout in his head that made him flinch in surprise. FIRE FIRE FIRE Aislin shook his head trying to quiet the voice and gave the man across from him a small nervous smile. He asked what he could do for him and the man explained he wished to seek contact with an old war comrade who had passed on. Now as far as Aislin was concerned there was no way he could contact the dead and when a customer asked for this he was to act that they could contact and using a few deceptive tricks and reading he could make his customer believe that the whole ordeal of speaking to the dead was quite possible.

So he reached his hand out and asked for the man to place both hands in his. As soon as they connected Aislin felt the voices grow louder and louder. Evil... Evil... Pistol boy... little one... trigger pulled... helpless child... evil... laughter... enjoyment... Eyes widening he looked up at the vet and pulled his hands away in reaction the the voices, and yet they still grew louder and clearer. They told him of rape and murder and they enjoyment the man felt. Aislin could feel the coldness from the man and it frightened him. He yelled for them to be quiet and for the man to leave. Unable to control himself, his hand swiped at a candle on the table and he sent the burning flame towards the man's face. He let out a yell and the flame landed square on his chest and landed in his lap. Before the man had a chance to move the candle away he found he had to duck as another was sent in his direction. His leg left his movements rather slow and sluggish. Within moments his shirt and pants and caught fire and he was screaming as he tried to stamp it out with his hands.

By this time where was pounding on the locked door and demands that it be opened but Aislin was out of control. Was was on his feet now shouting while the man fell off his chair and onto the carpeted floor. The carpet was old and covered with oil and other ingredients from other rituals and shows, it caught flame moments after the man hit the ground. Minutes later the door burst open and his mother charged in. Taking one look at the scene and at her son who was mouthing wordlessly now at the man who was fully encased in flame. The floor was catching more and more and she leapt past the wall of flame and grabbed her son and dragged him from the room. By this time the fire alarm was going off, the loud beeping sent aches through his skull and Aislin fell to his knees clutching his head as the voices laughed and laughed at him.

His mother dragged him to safety outside and waited as others poured out of the building, by the time the fire department arrived it was too late. The entire third floor was ablaze. Members of the society began to call around asking whose fault it was, asking what happened. Thier voices were harsh and angry and Aislin and his mother knew should he be found out likely the society would take his life. And so his mother shoved him away, whispering for him urgently to leave and to never come back.

Family: He has a mother back in Cork but he does not speak to her after the incident.

Pet(s): Leo has taken on an older dog from the shelter. He is a Newfoundland Dog, the giant beast with gentle thoughts calms him and he enjoys its company.

HTML Color Code: #097794

Faceclaim: Jim Sturgess

Misc: Should anyone want Leo to have any premonitions or to say anything to a character let me know! :)

So begins...

Leopold William Dorte's Story

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#2016-06-21 03:55:23, as written by blondehaired

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The little town of Rover, does anyone ever pass over?

The town is mostly inhabited, save for the couple hundred residents. Half the town is mowed down for the fresh new highway into D.C., and the other half is vacated from business owners losing their livelihoods to the new highway and moving away.

Seems like the perfect place for a couple of rejects. They seem to have made the town their home, and the humans don't seem to mind having a few strays in their little town, especially with all the new business.

Jasper Cassidy, the heartbroken boy, he took over the abandoned bakery and, if you ask, he can take care of those punks that have been stealing from your stop. Miss Autumn Jones is the girl to go to for a good book, which is good for all the old biddies in town who have made the book club their career. Need someone to clean your house? Well, just ask good ol' Bernadette Miller, she'll have it spotless in no time. Dear Leopold Dorte spruced up the abandoned antiques shop in town. He's one screw short of being all there, but the people in Rover like him, and his rejects seem to as well. If you go into the flower shop, you'll see young Cecelia has hired on some help, a handsome devil. Adrian Crawford, he calls himself; always wearing sunglasses, it's a bit strange. Then there's Sam Xion, short for something... Sunset, Samuel? Anyway, no one's really sure what he's here for.

They're a good group of kids, and Rover'll protect them. After all, Rover has its own rejects too. Rover is the town of the rejects, passed over everyday by cars going to D.C. and people who have thrown their little town to the side.

But trouble is coming. Everyone can feel it in the air. Behind closed doors, the mayor of Rover has met several times with the Council, a group of supernatural beings hellbent on killing every single reject in this "dinky highway town", as one of the councilmen called it. For now, the rejects are safe, under the protection of the mayor, and the reluctance of the Council to start war with the humans.

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#2016-06-22 00:24:43, as written by BoneBrain

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Morning came with the song of birds and the smell of freshly brewed tea mixed with the scent of lavender. Happy rays of sunlight danced over the windows of a small shop, over its front door a small wooden sign hung. It swayed slightly in a cool early breeze and the painted cursive letters read:

The Emporium of Impossible Things

Inside the shop one might find antique hutches and other such furniture, the furniture itself was usually filled to the brim with interesting knickknacks and old items that one could assume used to reside in homes from long ago. Each piece had a story and the stories owner; a man by the name of Leopold would be quite happy to tell you an items tale. He was a younger man than one might expect for a shop owner, especially one that dealt in antiquities but Leo was quite happy with his chosen profession. So much so he had a small apartment above his shop.

The small home boasted a single bed and bath and a tiny kitchen that also served as a living room and dining room. While his accommodations were quite meager Leo did the best that he could with the place and decorated it with a keen sense of style. He took pride in his shop and in his home and cleaned each every day. He had a hawks eye for dust and would never let any reside in his home for long.

Now as he stood in his small kitchen holding a small blue mug filled with steaming hot tea he went over his mental checklist for the day. First he had to deal with a shipment that had arrived from an auction he had recently attended. He would categorize and familiarize himself with each piece before he put it out in the store to sell. This of course would take most of the day and by the time he would be done he figured he would have enough time to close and grab a small dinner before he would head over to the bakery for some fresh bread and to restock on some other supplies.

He sipped his beverage and heard a loud lawn from the bedroom followed by the sounds of a large lumbering down making his way to the kitchen. He felt a small smile move over his face and watched as a massive black dog needed to take only a few short steps to reach the kitchen. He looked up at his master and when their eyes connected small whispers began to fill Leo's mind. His giant brute of a dog was named Theo-Rex; T-Rex for short.
Good Sleep.... Gotta Pee... Hullo
"Good morning T-Rex" Leo said affectionately. The voices continued to whisper of the need to use the great outdoors and so with a small sigh Leo slipped on some sneakers and opened the door to his apartment. T-Rex was out the door in a flash and his giant paws made small thumps and he shot down the small flight of stairs that led to the back of the shop.

Out in the back Leo had a small pad to park his old Volvo to the left and a small part of dirt which he liked to grow herbs and flowers. Just past the plot of land the he called his own was an area of grass which T-Rex liked to use as his facilities. Leo stood patiently by the dog, still sipping his tea which he had brought outside and when T-Rex was done, they turned back to the store and walked inside. His shop was filled to the bring with interesting good and in the center of it all was a large square desk where he did all of his sales from. Sitting on the desk were three large boxes, he made his way towards them and grabbed a small knife he kept in one of the drawers. When his fingers touched the hilt the whispers that usually filled his head in the store became more audible.
Letters... Affairs... Love lost... What willed was not.

The knife Leo held loved sharing its story of an eager young man who had once owned it. The young man had once been in love with a french countess and had professed his love to her in a most eloquently written letter. When her lettered had returned also declaring her love they had spent countless months arranging to run away together when suddenly the man heard no more from the countess. He tried to seek her out but to no avail and had died an old man with a broken heart. Leo had written down the knifes stories among with others and he kept countless journals upstairs in his apartment and in the storage of his shop.

So many items had interesting and wonderful tales to tell him and he loved each and everyone of them. He enjoyed the stories of hate, love and loss the most however and made sure that if a customer were to buy an item they would know the story that went along with it. And so he sat at his desk and opened the first box, humming happily to himself as T-Rex found his large dog bed by Leo's feet and rested upon it.

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#2016-06-23 07:43:29, as written by katyisaladybug

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She had slept exactly how she had lived: terribly. Tabby roamed the streets of Rover with monstrous bags beneath her lids, an old black dress hanging loosely on her boyish figure. Uncharacteristically, her hair was tied up into a tight ponytail at the crown of her head. Two new earrings, displaying little emerald jewels that shimmered in the sunlight, dangled down to the very start of her jaw. They were her third pair, followed by the free posts she had received when first piercing her ears, and then the hoops she had bought one night after surviving a panic attack. She knew splurging on unnecessary items was a sin, but after everything she had been through, sometimes it was the only way she could cheer herself up.

This morning was going to be an important one. It was her one day off from maid duty, and now Tabitha was free to apply for other jobs around the town. She thanked the Lord for such an opportunity. Perhaps she'd finally be accepted into a workplace that would treat her like an actual human being instead of an innocent, unknowing little girl. She had many talents; her mother always said so. Her brother said so too, just before he had died for a first time. She had thought being a maid would allow her to pay rent on her apartment while also finding the small joys of the things she enjoyed doing back home. Unfortunately, it had only been nothing short of hell, with her boss and her customers as the demons who kept it burning. If Peter were still alive, he would have told her to get out, for her safety was more important than reliving the past. So that was what she was going to do today. She was finally going to get out.

Her stomach growling due to a lack of breakfast and money to pay for it, Tabby strolled along the sidewalk until she reached the bookstore. It was her favorite place in Rover, and she knew that Autumn Jones would be happy to have her as an assistant. She tugged on the doors, but was surprised to find that they were locked."Autumn?" she called, knocking her fist upon the entrance. Much to her dismay, the lights were off. She would have to wait until the fairy opened up shop, and then apply later.

She crossed the street, her black tights matching the dusty color of the road. The Emporium of Impossible Things was her next destination. The bookstore may have been her favorite place, but the quaint antique shop was a close second. Tabitha was an introvert. Therefore, quiet activities such as reading and collecting outdated objects seemed to thoroughly bide her time.

She peered through the shop's window, spying Leopold Dorte opening a box by his desk. Something black and fluffy was gently panting beside him. Upon further observation, she noticed that it was his dog. Like a child, she gasped in giddiness. She was drawn to cute, fuzzy animals like a bee was drawn to honey. Enraptured by his pet's simple charm, she smiled and knocked on the glass in front of her, hoping to get both the dog's and man's attention.

"Leopold?" she hollered, although not loud enough, for her voice was naturally soft and dainty. "Are you open?"

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#2016-06-23 17:57:33, as written by BoneBrain

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Family Christmas... Laughter... Love
The images of a small close knit family gathered together on an old rug watching a train move around in circles on its tracks. There was a father proudly holding the shoulder of his young son and glancing over at his very pregnant wife. Leo grinned at the small toy train in his hand and proceeded to tie a price tag to it and got up to his feet to put the track together on a nearby table. He had a small vision of the tracks running around the table and placing other toys inside. The thought gave him such pleasure he went about setting it to reality.

When he was finished he stood back and admired his work, he had placed old teddy bears and building blocks in the center of the tracks. He'd even gone and added a few candle sticks complete with candles and some floral effect. Over all he was quite pleased and went back to his desk. Once he sat down he reached for his tea and realized it had gone cold. He wondered how much time had passed since he had come down and looked towards the rock of old clocks and realized that about 2 hours had passed. It was about time to open shop.

The thought left him a little nervous as he knew he would have to likely interact with people but he sniffed a little and drew in his courage. he was about to get up and unlock the door when a sudden knocking had him looking up sharply. T-Rex also looked up and he let out a happy woof and trotted towards the glass door fully intending on greeting their guest.
Hello! Hello! ... Pet me!

Leo couldn't help the small chuckle at his animal friend and he got to his feet and recognized the figure as Bernadette. She was a stick of a woman who Leopold always felt rather fondly towards. She had a kind soul despite her rough past and he could usually last in conversation with her.
"Coming!" He called back and he went and navigated his way around tables and other furniture until he reached the glass doors and he pulled on the latch and unlocked the door. There was the creak of old wood and then the cool morning air breezed past his hair ruffling it a little. "Good morning Bernadette." He said and mentally applauded himself for sounding normal. He stepped aside to let her in and T-Rex tail wagging looked at her expectantly.
Pets... pets...

"Uh... T-Rex say's hello as well." He said communicating for his dog. "Would... Uh... Would you like a cup of tea?" he asked. He closed the door behind them and walked back towards his desk. Already he could start to hear the voices change from pleasant animal thoughts to more human ones.
Peter.... Peter.... Peter...

The voices whispered over and over and he clenched his hand and let his fingernails dig into his palms. The distance from her helped a little but still they repeated her twice deceased brothers name. "Were you looking for anything? Or just company?" He gave her a bit of a pained smile and picked up his mug of cold tea and moved even further towards the back where a sink and counter stood with an electric boiling pot and an assortment of teas. He made himself busy by starting the heater and digging up another mug for her.

His hands shook a little as he placed down the happy yellow mug with a smiley face for her on the counter. Deciding he needed to be a little braver than he was he turned around and leaned against the counter. His hands were resting on the back of the counter and he tried another smile despite the persisting whispers.
Peter.... Peter.... Peter...

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#2016-06-27 08:03:47, as written by katyisaladybug

( B E R N A D E T T E X M I L L E R )

Almost as soon as Tabby had knocked on the glass, the dog beside Leopold ran over to greet her. She laughed in girlish delight as she gazed upon its furry little face through the window. He possessed round, pensive eyes and two floppy ears that seemed to trail behind him while he trotted. She had never been fortunate enough to own a pet, but she imagined the experience was an enjoyable one. She loved to watch things grow, whether they were plants, animals, or people.

"Coming!" she saw Leopold say. She couldn't hear him from the outside, but she understood the shapes his mouth was making. She scurried over to the wooden door, and watched the morning wind blow against his shaggy hair as he greeted her.

"Good morning Bernadette." he said, sounding and looking pleased. She didn't show it on her face, but her heart stopped for a moment when he used that name. Bernadette was the alias she went by in Rover. It was a name she used for protection, as well as remembrance for her family and her old way of life. If she had it her way, the whole town would be calling her by her real, preferred name. However, after the many months she had spent hiding from friends and enemies alike, she knew it was impossible to tell when another person would betray her again. Therefore, she figured it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Morning," she replied with a smile, trying her best to look awake. Leopold shifted a bit in order to let her pass. Once inside the shop, her emerald eyes sparkled at the sight of so many interesting wares, each with their own unique backstory. She looked down. The dog was eyeing her expectantly, wagging its tail in anticipation. Immediately, she crouched down and scratched behind his ears. "Hello!" she greeted him, her voice shifting up an octave.

"Uh... T-Rex say's hello as well." Leopold muttered, giving her the dog's name before she could ask him herself. She giggled while being licked upon the cheek. Oddly enough, the name fit for a canine his size.

"Would... Uh... Would you like a cup of tea?" he continued. She looked up just in time to see him shut the door.

"Actually...um...I guess I would," she faintly responded, "I didn't have breakfast yet. Thank you..."

He waltzed back over to his desk, creating a bit of distance between them. Despite the colors and quaintness that flourished within the shop, everything remained still and quiet. Tabitha wished she could purchase some of the items, but of course, her pockets were empty. She continued to pet T-Rex, her joyous expression matching the dog's despite her internal reverie.

"Were you looking for anything? Or just company?" Leopold finally questioned. She gazed up again, observing a smile upon his face that seemed like it was coming from a place of pity. Her attention focused on T-Rex, she had almost forgotten why she had come to the shop in the first place. She stood, brushed traces of black fur off her dress, and began to move towards him.

"Actually, um...yeah, I uh..." she awkwardly began, "I know it might seem a bit weird that I'm asking you this, but um...I'm looking for a new job."

She lightly tapped her nails on the edge of his desk as he prepared her tea. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she thought about how even more awkward this conversation would have been if she were back home in Lancaster. In her village, men and women worked separately. They were not to mingle or perform the same duties. She would be at home while her father and brother tread the town doing manual labor. Women were domestic while men plowed the fields and performed other various activities. That was the Amish way. If she had even thought about asking to apply for a job at a man's workplace, she would have immediately been shunned by her family.

"I already have a job as a maid, but...I just...there's been some complications," she struggled to explain, "and I figured it would be best to work even closer to home. So I'm using my free day to apply for open positions around Rover, and I was wondering if...maybe...you could use an extra hand?"

She noticed the bright yellow smiley-faced mug filled with breakfast tea, but even more so, she watched as Leopold's fingers shook while delivering it to her. He leaned his hands against the counter, giving her another smile. But she could tell it wasn't true. Something about it was...off. Tabitha frowned. She couldn't explain the sudden shift in his confident demeanor, but because of his presumed anxiousness and her overwhelming social anxiety, her panicky brain told her that she was making a fool of herself.

"Actually, no...I'm sorry..." she backed away, shaking her head and putting a quavering hand to her temple. "Terrible idea. This was stupid...I'm stupid...sorry for troubling you..."

She was stuck somewhere between the door and the desk, for she knew it was appropriate to exit the premises after dismissing her reason for entry, but also knew it was rude to leave a hot cup of tea untouched after it had been made specially for her.

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#2016-06-29 02:42:19, as written by BoneBrain

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Bernadette happily knelt down to pat T-Rex and Leo wished for a moment he could be as easy with humans as his companion was. Sighing a little he noticed she was coming a bit closer and he straightened, his back going stiff. Calm down! His thoughts screamed at him. She was speaking and he forced himself to focus directly on her words and not the whispers. They had moved on to whispering new things.
Quaint Living… Preachers Daughter… So Frail… Little Thing.

"… but um...I'm looking for a new job."

He blinked in surprise at her and she continued one explaining her situation. She told him work was bringing her complications and he felt a small rush of pity fill him for her. He knew what it was to work a horrible job. He had no wish to ever be a professional psychic again. Painful thoughts of his mother and Ireland filled his brain until he pushed them out. There was just far too much in his head for a man to remain sane.

"I was wondering if...maybe...you could use an extra hand?"

Leopold was about to answer when she suddenly cut him off, saying it was a mistake and she was sorry for troubling him. He shook his head at her when she apologized and he felt a nervous twitch move through his body.
"No! No! Sorry I'm just a little overwhelmed Bernadette…" His eyes were blinking rapidly and he shuddered a little.
WITCH! WITCH! WITCH! BURN HER

He groaned a little and let his eyes close as the voices grew louder and louder. "Goddamnit… I'm sorry I just…." He took a deep steadying breath and forced his eyes open and gave her a cold smile. "Being a psychic really isn't all it's cracked up to be." He explained. "I could use some help on the weekends, I usually get deliveries then. I can do fifteen an hour." T-Rex had come to stand by him now and the giant animal had rested his head against Leo's leg and he felt an immediate rush of calm.

"I apologize, Bernadette… It's a little rough hearing more than one voice in my head. If you don't mind I could also use the weekends to practice drowning them out." He reached down to pat T-Rex on the head and let out a long sigh.
Unholy creature… Peter… burn her…

They would never stop of course. There was just too much information to reveal but they were quieting again and he glanced ashamed at Bernadette. "I do however completely understand if you don't wish to work with me." He looked down at his canine companion and couldn’t help the small smile at the genuine eyes of T-Rex as he gazed lovingly back at his master.

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