AMORY, luca gale

[luca]

luca gale amory

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watch those jaws drop
the sweat is still running

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[/b] luca gale amory.
age;; 22.
gender;; male.
band you are affiliated with;; lunatic's disadvantage.
position in band;; photographer.
sexuality;; "appreciater of beauty"/pansexual.
play-by;; alex evans.
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[/b] if you want to do something completely ridiculous, luca is the guy you go to. he's not the one to say, "oh, but someone could get hurt". as a matter of fact, he's far from it. instead, he's the one that says, "please, we could do this blindfolded". so it doesn't really come as a surprise to anyone that a good word to describe him would be impulsive. along with being up for just about anything, he's also the guy that doesn't think before he speaks or before he does something, usually leading him to do something stupid that gets him into trouble. for this reason, he can sometimes come across as rude, insensitive, dumb, and sometimes even suicidal (yeah, he's gotten into fights, thanks to his big fat mouth, before), though he's not really most of those things. he can be a little insensitive and a little dumb, sometimes rude. but that's just how he is, it's not his fault.

another thing that most notice after meeting luca is that he is a shameless and complete flirt. who knows if he actually means a single word of it, but he will fling compliments at anyone he finds attractive until the sun goes down whether they like it or not. this leads plenty of people to think that he's just another of the whores that are on this tour, and the way he talks sometimes doesn't really help to dissuade the theory, even though it probably couldn't be farther than the truth. sure, luca has slept with a few people in his life. sure, he didn't really know some of them. but contrary to what's probably popular belief of anyone who knows him, he can count the number of people he's fucked on one hand -- which is more than some of the people on the if you can't hang tour can say. he's actually a little proud of that, though he certainly won't go waving the fact around.

to tie in with that, he's not subtle at all whatsoever. once he knows what he thinks of you, you'll know it to. if he doesn't like you, he won't even try to act like he likes you... and that could factor in to the fact that he just can't keep his mouth shut and even if he tried to be civil, something would still slip out. he's also rather dramatic, but only playfully so. for example, if someone says something that might be offensive to someone that didn't have the sense of humor that luca possesses, he'd pretend that it hurt his feelings even if he really couldn't care less. more often than not, he doesn't really care. it's not easy to make him mad, and when it does happen, his voice sounds much more controlled, much less carefree than it usually does.

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[/i] to have the dish served before he can clean up the kitchen.
- luca always has to sleep on the right side of the bed.[/ul]
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[/i] telling people hurtful things.
- public speaking.
- taking care of living things.
- knowing when to say certain things.
- reading out loud.[/ul]
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goals;;

history;; " '... his veins were illuminated in the light, and the young girl could see that it wasn't right, that he shouldn't be like this. his skin was too pale, causing the traceries of his veins to stand out so much more than was normal. she took a step forward, and he took one backward -- in a way, it was almost comical, their semblance of a western face-off.' erm. that's part of a paper i was doing for extra credit a while ago, just ignore it. my assignments are apparently running together. uh. i was born on march 27, 1989, to vincent and charlotte amory. my life growing up wasn't really all that interesting. my mom was a stay-at-home mom and my dad made his money coming up with catchy phrases about cars to get people to buy them. in other words, he was a car salesman. some of the phrases were actually catchy. crazy stuff, right? anyways, yeah, i grew up with both of them raising me, and yes, i am aware that there are so many people around here that weren't nearly as lucky as i was. that's why they turned to music, i'm guessing.

i turned to music, too... in a way. i started learning to play the bass guitar when i was eleven. my mom got some tutor to teach me how after i told her i wanted to, but really, i think she was just excited i was showing initiative. up until then, i'd been the kid that did okay in just about every class he was in, just enough to barely pass, and occasionally failing things. but then i'd do extra credit to get it just back to normal. mom was always half-irritated with me because she knew i could do better than that, knew i could go above and beyond and be a straight-a student if i wanted to, but i was just really lazy. it was elementary school and i honestly didn't care. so i started learning to play the bass guitar, mom was thrilled because i had an interest in something, everybody wins, right? and i wasn't only involved in music because i could play -- i listened to it, too. and no, i didn't listen to the top 40 or anything like that. i stole a bunch of my dad's old cds and stuff, listened to them even though they were vintage or in perfect condition and i wasn't supposed to touch them. i guess that's how i got into the older stuff. i'm not into it so much anymore, but i still like lesser-known music, i guess. garage, underground type of things. i once knew a whole group of people that just produced their own music in their own shitty studios, and it was really good... only it was a shitty studio, so the music didn't sound half as good as it might have with a half-decent studio. i think they liked it that way, though.

after i learned how to play the bass guitar, though, i wasn't satisfied. i was about thirteen and i needed something to do, something that involved my hands. contrary to what you may be thinking right now, no, i didn't start handing out free handjobs -- my mom had forced me to come along with her to the park one day, and she got bored of me being so restless after i threw her picnic basket quite a ways across the park out of boredom, so she handed me this shitty disposable kodak camera and told me to go take pictures. 'just snap some photos of whatever.' that's exactly what she said. so i did. i took a picture of the little girl towing her younger brother around in a wagon, of the dog panting under the tree, of the wilting sunflower right next to the water fountain in the middle. and then i didn't look back. from that day on, my heart was set on taking pictures. i subscribed to photography magazines so i could see what shots were great, what it was about them that made them great. i learned about lighting, positioning, all those kinds of things from these magazines. and eventually, i even got models, instead of just taking photos of nature. that opened up a whole new world of possibilities, and meant that there was even more for me to learn. i learned how to make them feel more comfortable in the odd poses that i wanted them to do, learned that if you could make someone laugh, it was almost guaranteed that you put them at ease. i learned a lot throughout those years.

then, before i knew it, graduation came and i was sent out into the real world... almost. see, both my junior and senior years of high school, i'd been sending out some of my photography to a bunch of colleges i wanted to get accepted to, and eventually, my third choice accepted me. the first two never answered, but the art institute of pittsburgh. i was excited, and the first chance i got, the first chance they could fit me in to start going, i packed my bags and got my ass over to pittsburgh, leaving mom and dad behind in florida. they cried when i left, but i just hugged them and told them i'd be back for holidays. they were crying too much lately -- first during my graduation and then when i left for college... which was great, by the way. there was only one problem: college was nothing like high school. there weren't bells. the professors there didn't care if you failed or if you passed; they still got paid great. and my parents had to pay for some of my trip to college. i didn't have any money, and the scholarship i got for my photography wasn't exactly a full ride. so, after falling drastically behind in assignments and trying to make some of it up, and failing to do so, i dropped out. my parents were less than thrilled, but i couldn't really blame them. i just... fell behind. college life wasn't for me. that, or i just wasn't ready for it.

after that, i moved back to florida, not too far from my parents, but in my own apartment. i got a decent-paying job taking photos for local bands, and when i wasn't doing that, i freelanced. sometimes i did weddings, birthdays, things like that. once i did this wedding where they released a bunch of doves, and i got this absolutely perfect picture when they were just flying out. and when i wasn't freelancing, i worked as a cashier at sam's club. glamorous, right? yeah. i kept on the lookout for anything else, but apparently i didn't really need to. one of my friends came by, telling me about how this band they loved, lunatic's disadvantage, needed a new photographer for this tour they were going on, the if you can't hang tour. photographing a band for an entire tour would probably make more money than freelancing little events for cheap would, so i told him i'd do it. i'll be a little late showing up to the thing, because i have this wedding in about a week, and the thing's already started, but i've already let the ringleaders know about that, and apparently it's okay, so long as i show up. makes me a little curious as to what might happen if i stay away, you know? ha. anyways, that's pretty much my life story, so... i think i'm gonna head off to the park now.

- luca. "
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[/b] chuck fucking norris (aka callie 'coz we're one and the same).
age;; -roundhouse kicks- don't ask chuck norris his age.
what makes the world go 'round?;; ;D admin'd.
roleplay sample;;

you're here because i allow you to live. therefore i am exempt.

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