<strong>Name:</strong>Leo “Book” Jackson<br/><strong>Position In Club:</strong>Member.<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Local<br/><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theo-theodoridis_copy.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Leo is about six feet, two inches tall. His time in the Marine Corps has left him heavy with muscle. His hair is a dark, dirty blond, usually kept in a low ponytail now that he’s not in the Corps anymore. He almost always has sunglasses on, though they are small and round, making it easy for him to look over them. Leo wears a goatee and sometimes has a day or so of scruff if he hasn’t gotten around to shaving.<br/><br/>He wears jeans and T-shirts with a vest of some sort usually. He’s never been seen outside without his steel-toed combat boots. The jeans are always a little loose on him, to make it easier to fight.<br/><br/>Leo has a Corps tattoo on his right arm and a ring of thorns around his left wrist.<br/><br/><strong>Vehicle of Choice:</strong>Heavily customized, painstakingly-restored Harley-Davidson WLA<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Guns, combat, riding, educated, mechanics, finances.<br/><strong>Day job:</strong>Mechanic, heir.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Leo has mellowed out in the years that he’s been in the gang. He’s now pretty laid back most of the time. He can usually be found reading a book in his office or repairing something, or just tinkering with his own bike, which spends as much time being upgraded as being ridden. All of this isn’t to say that Leo is a happy-go-lucky, he has a few demons lurking in the back of his mind.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Leo was born into a normal, white-picket-fence family. He was a good student, but the family wasn’t rich enough to send their son to college. The Corps paid Leo’s way through college while he went through training. He served only a year in Iraq before he was honorably discharged. He'd already served in a half-dozen missions and the Corps decided to send him home.<br/><br/>They probably made the right choice. When he got home he had some serious trouble adjusting to a low-octaine life. He joined the gang to<br/>get the rush he'd gotten used to. It was around that time that his parents passed away in their eighties. Their deaths pulled him out of a downward spiral into mindless violence. At the same time, they left him some money, along with insurance, which he invests. He does day trading to get some of the adrenalin-fix he used to get from being in fights, but he's always ready to put his skills to use to protect his new family.<br/><br/><strong>Note:</strong>Leo never goes anywhere unarmed. He always has both his M1911 and a SiG 9mm, plus a couple knives.<br/>