Fictional Character Biography
Leo was born May 6, 1924 in San Francisco, California, the son of Christopher Wyatt. He grew up in Burlingame, a southern suburb of San Francisco.
Leo was a medic for the United States Army in World War II with a dream to become a doctor. While taking part in the Battle of Guadalcanal, two friends of his that he grew up with, brothers named Nathan and Rick Lang, were killed on November 14, 1942 which Leo blamed himself for as he felt he abandoned them when he left to help other wounded soldiers in the field. Upon his own death a short time later, Leo became a whitelighter for his good deeds. He was close friends with another medic in his unit, a woman named Natalie, who also became a whitelighter around the same time.
Leo was married to a woman named Lillian in his mortal life and when he died, he appeared to her in a dream and encouraged her to move on with her life. Like all whitelighters, Leo is a pacifist, disallowed by the Elders to kill. Leo has watched over many of his charges: those who were future Whitelighters and good witches.
In the late 1960s, Leo befriended Penny and Allen Halliwell, the grandmother and grandfather of the Charmed Ones.
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