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Elsewhere Accepted / Luca Salvatores - Elsewhere Adult
« on: 25/12/2021 at 17:13 »

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Luca Cassian Salvatores
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education:
Gryffindor, Hogwarts 1940

Residence:
London

Occupation
Criminal Boss

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
nope!

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.

  • Charms: 7
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 12
  • Summoning: 6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
nope!

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Nari Parker and co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Born and raised on the grounds of Venice, Italy, Luca Salvatores lived a life of luxury and high pureblood class. Being born the middle child, Luca often could go and do things by easily slipping out or under radar. With two absent parents and nannies to watch them, the Salvatores brothers often got into some sneaky trouble. The close bond between the trio was something unbreakable.

The Eldest Salvatores brother was Christian Salvatores. Both him and Valentine always were compared in appearance. Their features were more from their father, the two brother's almost copy and pastes with their dark almost black hair and buff build. Luca took more after their mother with soft dirty blonde hair, with more of a taller built appearance. But the one thing that made you know they were a Salvatores were their crystal blue eyes. Each brother had a certain shade, Christian with a deeper color, Valentine with a greenish blue mixture and Luca having an icy lighter appearance.

Christian was the first to get his letter from Hogwarts. Pride clogged the air and Luca could still remember the utter chaos, his father quickly grooming his eldest into a successful line to the Ministry to take after him. His family was not surprised when they got a letter from Christian saying he had been sorted into Ravenclaw. Out of the three brothers, Christian was always the brains of the group. Studying was something Christian seemed to do for fun. You would have to bride Luca to try and read something, his eyes only ever reading those modeling magazines his mother collected. Three years later and Luca had gotten his letter to Hogwarts. There was also no surprise when Luca got into Gryffindor. His spontaneous attitude and brave heart made him the defender of all his brothers, always one to quickly jump into a fight. 

Three years later and his little brother Valentine joined the two brother's at Hogwarts. With his timid personality, Luca had teased that Val should have ended in Hufflepuff. But it didn't take long before Valentine warmed up in his Slytherin home and instead Luca spent many years smacking the kid upside the head for his cocky exterior with academics. A real painfully annoying mix of both eldest brothers.

Luca had a notorious reputation of being the biggest flirt in Gryffindor, always getting caught past curfew snogging a girl or two. Most professors found him to be more of a royal pain with his way of words and manipulative charm. He quickly became interested in being on the quidditch team and known for his wicked curve balls as beater.

Eventually it all came and went quickly, as most things do. Luca graduated (barely) and had sought his sights on possibly being like his older brother and father at the Ministry. But Luca didn't enjoy that idea, all the paper work and stuck up small talk, working in an office for hours upon hours.

No, Luca Salvatores wanted a thrill. For a while, he worked as a bartender at a questionable club. He wrote to his family and talked big game of working with dragons instead to keep their society pureblood brags fresh, while privately helping out at the club. It was because of that club, Luca was introduced to the hidden world of underground trade and illegal work.

Slowly and with good ties, Luca started to climb his way up. From being his boss's errand boy, hitman and eventually right hand, Luca Salvatores was a common name and not because of his rich italian bloodline anymore.

Luca made himself a name and when his boss died, all the club, it's business and title went into his name. Overnight, Luca went from an employee to the boss. Everyone responded to him and him only. His family still believes that Luca often is away in foreign countries studying dragons, the thought of their son being a criminal boss completely floated over their heads.

Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:

Luca strolled down Diagon, a rarity of him being out of his club and office. Usually he sent someone out to grab something if needed but it was a beautiful day and the brute wanted to enjoy some fresh air.

Hands tucked in his pockets, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and classic smug smile, Luca felt completely at ease. Occasionally he'd send a few flirtatious winks to wandering women eyes and head dips to fellow business men in a hurry to get to work. The streets were always busy and bustling as everyone went on with their lives, either getting to work, school or shopping.

He kept his casual pace up until he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye and watched as a young woman toppled over onto the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

A damsel and clearly in distress.

Swiftly, Luca waved through traffic and quickly went to helpingly lift the woman to her feet.

"Oh there there. Dreadful, those poor heels." His tongue clicked on the roof of his mouth as he tried to helpfully aid and rescue. Quickly, his wand was withdrawald and gently he pointed it to the broken heel.

"Reparo." The words were purred out and instantly the heel started to mend for itself. A smile of pride blossomed across his face before he bent to offer help to slide the heel onto her foot.

"Normally I don't pull save just any damsels, what's your name sweetheart?"

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