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Archived Applications / Luca Accardo
« on: 31/12/2015 at 23:49 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name:Luca Niccolo Accardo
Birthday:January 29
Hometown:Chicago, Illinois, USA
Bloodline:
Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination
Year (pick two):Fifth (preferably), Sixth
Biography:
“Oh, come on, Dom, can’t we name him something more- ...uh, you know...- American?”
Adelaide Baldwin did not like Italian names, or Italian men, really, when she would later think about it. For the wealthy American pureblood, her brief stint with Dominic Accardo was nothing more than the typical twentysomething flirt with adventure. She had grown tired of her elite, conservative mum and dad, fled the suburban family mansion, and settled on the mysterious stare of one tall-dark-and-handsome wizard from the city. They barely had anything in common, but then again, they didn’t do much talking. Luca was conceived four weeks later, and the couple had broken up by the beginning of spring.
“How about we use a fork and knife, Lucas? I can’t imagine what they’re teaching you at your father’s-"
As a result, Luc grew up as the bizarre byproduct of his two parents’ opposite lifestyles. The Baldwins were all heavy oak furniture, well-polished china, and weekly Sunday night dinners that ended with cigars for the men, plates of elaborate pastries, and insistent calls of “Luke Nicholas” from across the house
“Koza Nohstra! Kosa Nohstra!”
“Not so loud, little guy. It’s Co-sa No-stra."
Luc spent most weekends and summers with his father, both mildly terrified and implacably curious by the men working around him. He managed to retain a mangled Italian dialect, enough to interact with the extended family that often came and went from the Lincoln Park apartment, but not much more than that. Dominic was careful to keep his son as removed as possible from any of the shadier deals, but didn’t protest when Luc, at the urging of his mother’s extended family, was sent to Salem at age 11. Nearly four years later, after Adelaide fell for a similarly-scandalous Irish halfblood, a relationship which finally seemed to last, Luc and his mother packed their things and moved to Dublin. A Hogwarts transfer was the next logical step, much to the teenager’s dismay, and he said goodbye to the States indefinitely.
“Long live the effin' queen, or whatever."
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Personality:Luc’s two-sided nature is largely a result of nurture rather than nature, and led to a remarkable kind of adaptability in the young man. His aloof behavior that fits perfectly with the holier-than-thou Baldwins can easily transform into a warm-but-tough exterior among his Italian family. His angle, backstory, and sometimes even accent, will adjust seamlessly depending on who he is talking to and what he wants. In that same vain, much about Luca was a contradiction. He loves to break big, ideological rules, to challenge authority, but tends to stick to the small, pointless ones (he would often sneak out of the house at night, but leave his room meticulously cleaned and bed made). He’s a troublemaker in every sense of the word, but is surprisingly good with power figures if he thinks they are important. The school administration, however, notably does not fall into this category, and neither do his parents. Overly angsty, more self-centered than most, and obsessed with appearances, Luc is kind of like a pointillism painting; however put-together he sees from far away, once you get close, he’s kind of a jumbled mess.
That said, Luca is smart, when he cares about the subject, loyal among the friends that he trusts, and is surprisingly concerned with helping others, especially those “less cool” than himself. It’s probably stems some patronizing need to feel better about his own insecurities, deep down, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that the friendships formed aren’t strong, at least temporarily. He thrives under pressure, is good with children, and is consequently interested in healing as a potential career path. No matter how mysterious and confident he tries to appear on the outside, Luc is actually uncomfortable in a lot of social situations, and can be fumbling and awkward in front of a cute girl
He has the uncanny ability to order a burger in every restaurant he goes to, even if it’s not on the menu.
Appearance:
Blessed with his father’s good looks and dark hair, his mother’s smile, and large amounts of hair gel, Luc is a handsome young man, and he knows it. He stands at about
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Option 1:
Luc was beginning to thing that he had been lied to.
His roommate, some fancy Brit with a thick accent and perfectly tailored robes, had insisted that the dungeons were the best place to smoke in the castle. Something about the musky stone walls absorbing the smell, or whatever. The American was skeptical, but just desperate enough to give it a try. He wasn’t about to sneak all the way outside, for fear of frostbite or some magical beast or a danger as yet undetermined, and didn’t want to stink up the common room. This seemed to be the only viable option left. And so, with only the advice of a fifth-year who had probably never wanted for anything in his whole life, Luc left the common room. He had snuck down to the dungeons as quietly as possible (didn’t want to disturb whoever was unlucky enough to be on the night watch), found a dimly-lit corner that seemed relatively hidden from sight, and took out his pack of Lucky Strikes.
After two unsuccessful attempts to light a match, Luc was frustrated. The dampness seemed too thick for him to do much of anything, and the boy cursed the spoiled, good-for-nothing Englishman with all he had. And when he finally managed to light the damn thing, he heard footsteps coming down the long, stone hallway. Of course. He dropped the matches on the ground, stuck the cigarette in his mouth, and fixed his hair so that it was perched just-so-precariously atop his head. If he was going to get caught, he might as well do it in style.
"H-h-hello?”
Luc took the cigarette out of his mouth quickly. The voice sounded like it belonged to a child, and a young girl at that. A scared girl. What could she possibly bee doing in the dungeons at this time of night?
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?”
He put out the lucky with his foot, hid it as best as he could, and then stepped out of the shadow as slowly and non-threateningly as possible. “Sorry, there’s no Emma here. Just me.”
Poor thing, she looked absolutely terrified. Luc walked towards her and leaned down on his knees so that he was closer to her height.
“Hey, are you okay? What the hell you doing down here so late?
-Heck. Sorry, I meant heck."
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