Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2013 19:18:21 GMT -5
Gabriel Luciano De Luca
"i don't care what you think as long as its about me"
"i don't care what you think as long as its about me"
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Full name: Gabriel Luciano De Luca
Nickname(s): Gabe
Age & Birthday: 19
House & Year: Adult ; Slytherin Alum
Occupation & Affiliation: CEO in-Training for De Luca Luxuries; Death Eater
Blood: Pure
Status: Single
Wand: Oal, heartstring, 14.5
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Hair: dark dark brown, almost black, big loose curls, hangs just past his ears
Eyes: average in size, oval shaped, and hazel in color
Body: stands at 6'3, weighs 186 lbs, and is all muscle, he has a scar along his ribcage from where his father burned him
Clothing style: He likes to look nice, so a lot of button downs and slacks, he enjoys wearing suits and tuxes, but he can dress down as well in some basketball shorts, and sweats. oh and he love love loves sunglasses
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Likes:
- Quidditch
- Flying
- Girls
- Flirting
- Partying
- Sex
- Music
- Sleeping
- Sailing
- The Weekend
Dislikes:
- Early Mornings
- Mondays
- Whiny Girls
- His Father
- Rabbits
- Bitchy People
- Small Spaces
- Clingy People
- Cold Weather
- Cleaning
Strength: his ambition, and his confidence
Weaknesses: his brothers and mother, and his temper
Patronus: Elk, He was five the first time his father took him out flying, and even though he was so young, he can still remember the way the wind felt as it blew across his face, smell the air as the zoom through it and hear his mother yelling at his father to be careful.
Dementor: He was 15 the one and only time he decided to go against his father, and stand up for his future, and in return, his father took the fire poker stuck it in the fire and then proceeded to burn the skin along his ribs, while his mother begged for him to stop.
Quirks/Habits: he's almost always chewing gum, he sneezes with his whole body, and lets out a small laugh when he's nervous.
Personality: To most Gabe has it all, popularity, riches, and good looks, and that’s how he wants to be seen, but he’d give it all up for his freedom. To be able to do what he wants, go wherever, and whenever. There is nothing that he wishes for more. He can’t stand being locked up, or confined in one location. It is why he plays sports, owing nothing to nobody but himself. But he knows he can never be free not truly free at least.. On the outside Gabe spews confidence, but he’s not very confident about anything especially himself, but very few people know that. But on a brighter note, he loves to have fun, and will never turn down an invitation to a good party. In his opinion, it’s not a party until he’s there.
Gabe’s your typical ex-Slytherin, sly, cunning, out for his personal gain without thinking of others. But he does have that nice side to him. He'll help anybody in need, as long as they ask, of course there is usually something for him to gain from it, whether it be just acknowledgement, or something of monetary value. He can be a bit of a jackass, but well so can everybody. He loves a good laugh, and definitely isn’t afraid to laugh as someone for being an idiot. He does have a temper and sometimes can’t control it, especially when he’s dealing with people who get on his nerves or doesn’t like. He’s a bit rash and impulsive and does things with thinking them through. That has a tendency to get him in trouble, but he never really seems to regret it. He’s definitely a go getter, and will never shy away from a challenge. When there’s something he wants nothing will stop him from getting it. He’s big on honesty as well. Lie to him and he's pretty much done with you.
He’s an athlete. He’s played sports ever since he was younger, starting with the cursed muggle soccer, moving on to swimming, before finding his niche in quidditch. He loves everything about the game, from the feel of the quaffle in his hands, to the way the wind feels as he flies through it. Everything. He loves quidditch... actually love doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels about the sport. He is about two steps shy of worshipping it.
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Birthplace: Valle San Giovanni, Italy
Currently: London, England
Parents:
- Luciano Marcell De Luca , 50 , Owner of De Luca Luxuries
- Annalisa Ines Piccirilli De Luca, 48, Housewife
- Julian Armand De Luca, 17, Slytherin Student
- Damien Emilio De Luca, 16, Gryffindor Student
- Aria Ysobel De Luca, 15, Slytherin Student
Other: n/a
Pets: Three cats: whimsy, mercutio, and cyclops (cause its has one eye) two dogs, mizzy and tom baker and an owl named nero
History: At 23 years of age, Gabriel’s father Luciano De Luca, who at the time was an up and coming business man, married Annalisa Piccirilli (age 18). It wasn’t a scandalous marriage, although, they did have their first child fairly early into the marriage. Together the two of them had 4 children over a 5year time frame, 3 boys and 1 girl. Gabriel was the oldest child. Luciano De Luca was a tyrant of a man, as well as the owner of De Luca Luxuries, the business that has been in the family for generations. To the average wizard/witch, De Luca Luxuries is a high end retail store for the rich and powerful. But to the people in the know, De Luca Luxuries is also a dark object exporter. They ship things that aren't exactly of the legal sorts, to members of the Dark Lords crew, and anyone who dabbles in the dark arts. Being the oldest child Gabe is to take on the business, and run the day to day operations. So he's always pushing him to be the best he be so he can take on the family business, whether he wants to or not. Just to be clear he didn’t want to, but he did, or face death. He thought his father would kill him if he said no, He’d rather be a professional quidditch player, but he knows that’s not in the cards for him.
He was 15 the one and only time he decided to go against his father, and stand up for his future, and in return, his father took the fire poker stuck it in the fire and then proceeded to burn the skin along his ribs, while his mother begged for him to stop. He doesn't exactly have a close relationship with his father. It's not that he doesn't love him, because he does, in his own special ay. It’s just that his father Luciano isn't always home, most of the time most of the time he's off doing business or fucking one his mistresses, and doesn't always spend that much time with his kids. Not to mention that his father is quickly rising through the ranks of the dark lord crew. His father constantly wanting to prove himself forced Gabe to become a death eater. So at 18 he took the dark mark.
Besides he knows the life he's most likely to lead the life his parent’s lead already. It sucks, but well, he knows that one day he's going to wake up and find that he's married to a girl who doesn't give a rat’s ass about him, and is off fucking one his "buddies" while he's busy dabbling in some kind of illegal activity or killing someone who doesn't deserve to die, but... well he still leads the life that he does now, rich, and with millions of girls willing to sleep with him he’d be mostly okay with it. He doesn’t want this for his life, but sadly he knows it inevitable. Not everyone gets the happy ending in the end, you just gotta smile and hope its not raining as hard tomorrow... if that makes any sense.
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Shane was trying to be a good boy. Trying and failing miserably. He didn’t like who he was becoming, or what he was doing with his life. Okay maybe that was a lie, he did enjoy some aspects of what he was doing with his life. But he didn’t like how he was doing it. ‘At least, i still have a banging body,’ he thought, he still didn’t know how he had managed that one. It was probably the drugs, but he didn’t want to think about that. He like to think he was trying to look good for the ladies. Shane laughed bitterly taking a long drag from his cigarette, and blowing it out. There seemed to be a lot of who’s recently. Not that he minded, Shane did love a good party, and sex always seemed to follow one.
Shane shifted a little on the car lid, trying to find a comfortable spot. He had been up since five that morning, like he was every morning for his run around the town. He closed his eyes for a bit, not falling asleep, but simply relaxing. He allowed his mind to drift back to the previous night. It had been a wild night if he remembered correctly, lots of drinking going on. Shane wasn’t the type of person who would normally go drunk at a party…okay maybe he was but normally he at least maintain some type of control. What had happened? He was still slightly hung over from the night before, and the animal sounds moving along the beach, and the sound of the waves moving in and out was totally not helping his headache. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease his pounding head, his mind still on the party last night. Something important had happen, that he wasn’t remembering, and that bothered him a little. He shrugged off that feeling and opted to not think on it for a while.
He laid there for a while when, he finally lost it. That was it! He couldn’t make it, couldn’t take it, the temptation was just too strong. He hopped off the car lid and was heading back towards the school when he heard something not too far from where he was. Normally a noise wouldn’t have been that strange considering he was at the beach and a seagull or a fish could have made the noise, but there was something different about this one. It was human, and not in the “it seemed human,” kind of certain, he was fairly certain that this was a human. He had thought he was alone. He had expected to be alone; it was after all well after midnight. His natural instinct was to go the opposite direction, but he was curious as to what, or who had made the noise, but he had also seen plenty of horror films to know that you don’t go investigating things alone. “I’m smarter than that,” he muttered to himself, “or maybe not”.
Curiosity getting the best of him, he made his way over towards the noise in question. The closer he got towards the sound the more he recognized it. Crying. Not just any kind of crying, feminine crying. He groaned inwardly. Shane absolutely detested seeing or in this case hearing a girl cry. He didn’t know what it was about the sound, but whenever he heard it, he just felt like he had been the cause of it. Granted a majority of the time he had heard and or seen a girl cry, he had been the cause of it, but that was beside the point. He had a split second of indecision, should he find out the source of the tears, or should he ignore it all together, and continue on the way he had been originally going, back to the school. He sighed. As cold a bastard as he would like to portray himself as he could never actually leave a girl there to cry without some attempt to help her.
He walked slowly not in any hurry to reach his destination particularly fast. AS she came into view he noticed she looked somewhat familiar. He was fairly certain he had not uttered a single sentence to her, but he was sure he had seen her before this moment. Around campus maybe? He couldn’t say for sure. He was about a foot away when he noticed she was holding something. ‘What was that?’ he thought, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. But he couldn’t turn back now could he? Not when he was in her line of vision. A razor blade…shit… Just as the though flitted through his head he noticed something was dripping form the blade. He couldn’t leave her now, not while she was injured.
Shane stopped beside her and plopped himself down. He was silent for a few moments watching the blood run down her arm and trying to find the best approach to handle this situation. He wished he didn’t know she had done this herself. He wish he could say he hadn’t seen this, this being self-mutilation before. But sadly growing up with two junkies for parents, he had seen much worse. He had watched as people used syringes to inject heroin into their blood stream, he had seen people overdose after snorting cocaine, his drug of choice, and most tragically, he watched his father’s best friend go crazy and blow his brains out with a shot gun moments after smoking marijuana. He wouldn’t let her do this to herself. He lifted his shirt over his shoulders, and off his body, and took hold of her arm, pressing his shirt there to stop the bleeding. He knew she was a little surprised his actions, hell, he was surprised by his actions. He had yet to say anything, and not wanting to seem like a total douche he opened his mouth, and said the first thing that popped in his head, “uh… Hey.”
Shane shifted a little on the car lid, trying to find a comfortable spot. He had been up since five that morning, like he was every morning for his run around the town. He closed his eyes for a bit, not falling asleep, but simply relaxing. He allowed his mind to drift back to the previous night. It had been a wild night if he remembered correctly, lots of drinking going on. Shane wasn’t the type of person who would normally go drunk at a party…okay maybe he was but normally he at least maintain some type of control. What had happened? He was still slightly hung over from the night before, and the animal sounds moving along the beach, and the sound of the waves moving in and out was totally not helping his headache. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease his pounding head, his mind still on the party last night. Something important had happen, that he wasn’t remembering, and that bothered him a little. He shrugged off that feeling and opted to not think on it for a while.
He laid there for a while when, he finally lost it. That was it! He couldn’t make it, couldn’t take it, the temptation was just too strong. He hopped off the car lid and was heading back towards the school when he heard something not too far from where he was. Normally a noise wouldn’t have been that strange considering he was at the beach and a seagull or a fish could have made the noise, but there was something different about this one. It was human, and not in the “it seemed human,” kind of certain, he was fairly certain that this was a human. He had thought he was alone. He had expected to be alone; it was after all well after midnight. His natural instinct was to go the opposite direction, but he was curious as to what, or who had made the noise, but he had also seen plenty of horror films to know that you don’t go investigating things alone. “I’m smarter than that,” he muttered to himself, “or maybe not”.
Curiosity getting the best of him, he made his way over towards the noise in question. The closer he got towards the sound the more he recognized it. Crying. Not just any kind of crying, feminine crying. He groaned inwardly. Shane absolutely detested seeing or in this case hearing a girl cry. He didn’t know what it was about the sound, but whenever he heard it, he just felt like he had been the cause of it. Granted a majority of the time he had heard and or seen a girl cry, he had been the cause of it, but that was beside the point. He had a split second of indecision, should he find out the source of the tears, or should he ignore it all together, and continue on the way he had been originally going, back to the school. He sighed. As cold a bastard as he would like to portray himself as he could never actually leave a girl there to cry without some attempt to help her.
He walked slowly not in any hurry to reach his destination particularly fast. AS she came into view he noticed she looked somewhat familiar. He was fairly certain he had not uttered a single sentence to her, but he was sure he had seen her before this moment. Around campus maybe? He couldn’t say for sure. He was about a foot away when he noticed she was holding something. ‘What was that?’ he thought, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. But he couldn’t turn back now could he? Not when he was in her line of vision. A razor blade…shit… Just as the though flitted through his head he noticed something was dripping form the blade. He couldn’t leave her now, not while she was injured.
Shane stopped beside her and plopped himself down. He was silent for a few moments watching the blood run down her arm and trying to find the best approach to handle this situation. He wished he didn’t know she had done this herself. He wish he could say he hadn’t seen this, this being self-mutilation before. But sadly growing up with two junkies for parents, he had seen much worse. He had watched as people used syringes to inject heroin into their blood stream, he had seen people overdose after snorting cocaine, his drug of choice, and most tragically, he watched his father’s best friend go crazy and blow his brains out with a shot gun moments after smoking marijuana. He wouldn’t let her do this to herself. He lifted his shirt over his shoulders, and off his body, and took hold of her arm, pressing his shirt there to stop the bleeding. He knew she was a little surprised his actions, hell, he was surprised by his actions. He had yet to say anything, and not wanting to seem like a total douche he opened his mouth, and said the first thing that popped in his head, “uh… Hey.”
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Alias: Erica
Age: 21
Where are you from: SC
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