<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.sight-management.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/francisco_001.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leon Fox<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>October 30th, 2018 | 6am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Manor (https://imgs.6sqft.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/16190331/236-Stratford-Road-lead.jpg)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Yoga Pants<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Fox Brothers<br/><hr/><br/>The rolling fog coming in from the western bay area allowed Leon the appropriate amount of time in the morning to reminisce in the crisp morning air about his mornings spent in the monastery upon the cliffs of Mount Song in China. It was in this morning air that he allowed himself the time to practice his Tai Chi and yoga routine in the morning to get ready for the day with a pot of tea steeping in the kitchen as he spent an hour in the designated exercise room in the back southeastern corner of the house.<br/><br/>On days like this, he was happy to be the first one up, his muscles stretched, spine aligned, and his morning tea opening him up to the possibilities of the day. It was obvious that the monastery could not instill a sense of modesty within him as he spent his mornings half naked with nothing more than yoga pants and his moonstone pendulum hanging from his neck.<br/><br/>This would be a common sight for his elder brothers that would meet him at some point in the morning with his back straight and feet planted flat on the dark-stained wooden floors they all used to run around on barefoot when they were children and their mother - Moira - was still alive. Leon had been very close to their mother, as the youngest and arguably the most free-spirited of her sons, Leon used his mother as a pyre for grounding, however during her untimely passing five years ago, Leon found himself lost and without stable ground to walk upon as he felt he couldn’t lean on his elder brothers the way he had their mother.<br/><br/>Ergo, months after Moira’s death, he took himself to Europe first and then Asia shortly afterwards to seek out the strength and wisdom of the monks who lived upon Mount Song. The orange wasn’t entirely his color, and it had a tendency to wash him out, however he stayed there for four years before his return to San Francisco and the magically gifted brothers he had left behind when he went his own way… both of which were decisions he did not regret, even if his free-spirit had a tendency of keeping himself blocked off from his older brothers Aric and Julien - moreso Aric, as their interactions years ago had been less than pleasant at times.<br/><br/>Leon wouldn’t dare trade his brothers for the world, even if that did mean he had to share a space with them and watch them question his taste in men on a regular basis… Along with fight the forces of evil alongside them.