LEBLANC, luca antony.

[leblanc]

{catching teardrops in my hands}

{ luca antony leblanc }
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MEET MISTER ( LUCA ANTONY LEBLANC ). BORN INTO A ( PUREBLOOD ) FAMILY ( LEBLANC ) ONLY ( SEVENTEEN ) YEARS OLD, (STRONG ) AND (ARROGANT ) IT'S NO WONDER THAT RAGGED HAT PUT HIM IN ( SLYTHERIN ).

you can take everything i am
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FULL NAME: luca antony leblanc.
AGE AND BIRTHDATE: seventeen, born on march, the twenty ninth.
BLOOD STATUS: pure-blood
HOUSE: slytherin
YEAR: seventh
WAND TYPE: twelve and a half, willow, dragon heart string, reasonably supple.

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you can break everything i am
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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

luca does not look or act like your typical LeBlanc. His looks border more on the manly side of things. Most of the males in his family are fairly skinny and lanky people. He is tall and well built. He has a subtle, yet powerful amount of muscle definition that is a direct result to his dedication to his appearance. most people would say he's vain, but he does have a reputation to uphold. He has a very distinctive face with sharp grey eyes, slightly crooked nose and playful mouth. he feels that his appearance is a stark opposite of his true personality.

His smile changes his face from almost stern to kind and warm. His mouth seems to be the main focus for most people and not just of what sometimes comes out of it. His full lips seem to be a talking point for girls. Not that he minds one bit. His has lightly tanned skin which is decorated in a few spots tattoos on his ribs, calf, inner bicep and hip. He has a sort of unkempt yet somehow endearing appearance. he goes for the effortless look, which isn't as effortless as it seems.

his style is impeccable. the money his father brings in is distributed between the children, and whatever they want, they get. luca always wanted to exude wealth, and his clothing does just that. his style seemed to take the place of a healthy family life, and he feels most comfortable when dressed to the nine's, hair styled imperfectly, yet flawless and a slight pep in his step.

PLAY BY: jon kortajarena.

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go on and try to tear me down
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STRENGTHS: logicality, confrontation, solving problems, physical strength, honesty.
WEAKNESSES: stress, overly protective, trust, relationships, fickle.
QUIRKS OR HABITS: compulsively clean, chronic nail biter.
BOGGART: one of luca's biggest fear is losing his mother by the hand of his father. abuse was never out of the question while he was growing up and he knew that robert wouldn't hesitate to raise a hand, or rather fist, to his wife. several times when he was a little older, he had to pull his father off and the rage from his father was then transferred to luca. the boggart takes shape of a dead mrs. leblanc, battered and bruised. luca still hasn't been able to confront his boggart, so there is no resolution.
PATRONUS: luca could never forget the first cigarette that he enjoyed in the shade of the forest that sat just behind the leblanc estate. his uncle was constantly smoking at get togethers, and luca was always curious. one day, he stole a couple from his uncle's pack and dashed off to the protection of the forest. the first few puffs brought coughs, then it became more enjoyable. smoking was his and his alone. no one could make him quit, he had some semblance of control. this happy memory emulates itself in the form of a siberian husky.
AMORTENTIA: clean linens, perfume (Any and all kinds), and the smell just after a few days rain.
LIKES: quidditch, cigarettes, alcohol, literature, exercise.
DISLIKES lectures, large crowds, opening up to people, fakeness, his father.
PERSONALITY: REFINED- if you're ever in a room with luca, you'll notice his nearly perfect posture, crisp mannerisms, eloquent way with words, and most of all politeness. he isn't one to brag, bolster or interrupt. unless he knows you rather well, or needs to get his point across immediately, he rarely is having extended conversations with you. in passing, you'll most likely get a head nod, maybe a smile or a quiet "hello." it's not that he's quiet, or shy, he's just, well, luca. reserved luca.
RATIONAL- give him an idea, he'll mull it over. this is something luca prides himself on. he loves collaborating with people to solve issues or get things accomplished quickly and effectively. he's also very realistic, knowing what battles are worth fighting and what to just let go. his judgement of character is also a key factor in his personality. by the end of the first conversation that's had with someone, luca can tell if he likes them, what their intentions are and he's rarely duped as a result.
RELIABLE- need something? he's got you taken care of. his willingness to help is astounding, but it's also one of his downfalls. sometimes he can be taken advantage of and has gotten burned. protectiveness is also a weakness. just ask kelsey. he loves her like the sister she is and would do anything to see her happy. countless fights have broken out between the pair because of actions he didn't particularly enjoy the result of or boyfriends at the time. everyone has a weak point, right?
ROMANCE- luca is a lady player. he loves sending women on a chase, and then never giving them what they're chasing after. he's a good looking kid, and his way with words definitely helps his game. he's definitely not looking for a relationship and prefers the single life. things are less complicated and he only has to worry about his own happiness. and even though luca would love to have the companionship of a woman, he’s not one to be tied down and until he finds the perfect woman, he will be single.

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i will be rising from the ground
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FAMILYfather: Robert LeBlanc, age: old, occupation: minister of magic.
mother: ____ leblanc, just as old, _____
Kelsey leblanc, age: 16, slytherin
____ leblanc, age: 15, slytherin.
HISTORY the earliest memory luca has is one of his father coming home from work. he walked through the great wood doors, silently shutting behind him, then strolling into the parlor where young luca had a few toys strewn about the floor. a swift kick swung through the air, knocking over blocks, which quickly re-stacked themselves before the child could start a fuss. "pick these damned toys up!" he shouted. it startled luca, who had just started pushing his train around a chair. it wasn't out of the ordinary for his father to be in a poor mood, but it was usually behind closed doors in meetings with fellow death eaters, or in private conversations with his wife. crying started and luca's father swiftly picked him up, gave a quick smack on his bottom and told his four year old son to act like an adult. any situation in the future that was similar to this one was handled the exact same way, only the location of the smacks changed from the bottom, to the back of the head and finally on to the face. by the time luca reached hogwarts age, he walked the line, never stepping astray out of fear of his father. throughout his schooling, he got high marks, refusing to give father leblanc any reason to raise a fist. like he needed a reason. then, on his fifteenth birthday, he received a letter in the post. thinking it would be a birthday card, he opened it with a smile on his face. the grin dropped back to his solemn front. it was a letter from his aunt, explaining his mother wouldn't be able to visit because of a fight she had had with her husband and she wasn't ready for social appearances. bruises. that was all luca could think of. that was the final straw and from that point forward, he didn't want a relationship with his parents. he hated his dad because he was verbally and physically abusive, and he couldn't fathom why his mother wouldn't stick up for herself or her children. the one result of the unhealthy relationship he had was that he was able to take criticism very well. despite the hate, luca never made it noticeable. he wasn't outwardly rebellious, they never noticed that he took everything they said with a grain of salt. they continued to give him everything he wanted, from clothes to books, to a new wand or broom, it was always readily available. despite having everything handed to him, he's a very patient man, not demanding in the slightest, nor picky. just simple. take what you can while you can and fuck it. secrecy was also a huge problem in the leblanc household when luca was growing up. this is where some of his trust issues spawn from. whenever an issue arose, the only person that resolved it was his father, there was no collaboration, no question. details of mr. leblanc's job were also never disclosed. until recently, luca had no idea what his father did in order to provide and sustain the lifestyle he wishes to maintain.
all of this was answered when Robert leblanc took over the minister of magic position at the ministry. it put a huge relief to luca. there was no more secrets. he had all the power to do what he wanted as minister and whatever he did, the public knew. the longer time wore on, however, the more luca felt like part of the public, not part of his father’s family. if you were to ask luca if he minded, he would adamantly swear that it didn’t bother him, but it was the opposite. the only thing he ever wanted was a caring, loving father and a family held together by love and trust, but that was something that he would never have. ever. the divorce of his parents came as no surprise either. it was about time that his mother left the situation to heal not only herself, but the minds of her children. luca continued living at his father’s estate, while the other two children gladly fled to their mom’s new flat. the only reason luca stayed was because he knew that his father wouldn’t ever be home, the liquor cabinet was always full and the privacy was treasured.
school went on as usual, bringing luca to his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. top marks, the regular fights, verbal and physical. yup.

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to watch me while i bleed
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ALIAS: nick!
AGE: 19
TIMEZONE: pacific time
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not many people knew about rabastan's poor relationship with his father. growing up, he was never there and secrets plagued family holidays, as well as everyday life. strangers frequented the house and every time he turned around, rab was being rushed into the enormous lestrange grounds to run and play outside away from the adults who were having a "very important, secret meeting." since rab grew up in a household that was this way, he never knew any different. it was when he reached hogwarts that he realized his relationship with mr. lestrange was, for lack of a better word, strange. rab had to tolerate stories from his fellow housemates about their fathers. how they had rode their first broom that their dad's brought home for them one night after work. extravagant birthday parties were planned and the birthday singing was led by their father and ended with a hug and a kiss. healthy relationships that formed from birth. this was truly rab's first experience with jealousy. with this jealousy came distance. the reason he had very few friends in school, besides the close few, was because he wanted what they had. how could one of the most wealthy, well-known families who had everything to offer not give their son one of the most basic necessities to happiness in the home? a father. to this day, no one has a clue about the abusive, neglecting son of a bitch that was rabastan lestrange's sperm donor.
as much as it pains him, deep down, the reason he hates malfoy so much was because he was jealous of him. even though his feelings for narcissa were never more than a school crush, possibly a little more as of late, rab doesn't want to see her with another man, especially not one who isn't going to put her first. sure, he has money, but rab has money. lucius has the looks, rab has the looks. malfoy has wit, lestrange has smarts. what makes lucius so much better than rabastan, anyway? what gives him the right to just stomp around all over europe claiming who he wants? maybe we should all just stab lucius. it absolutely baffles him that narcissa, after all that they've gone through together. he helped her through losing her sister to someone of impure blood, they're a great match. why can't she just see that? right now, he was sure all she could see was a stranger treating her like dirt sitting across the table from him. in this same instant, her glass of water was splashing into his face, leaving him sputtering slightly. the cigarette he had just put into his mouth fell to the floor, instantly out. he watched it hit the floor, leaving a small ash mark on the filthy floor. rab was starting to notice just how disgusting this pub was. he looked back up into her piercing blue eyes and listened, respectfully, waiting his turn to spit some more words back in her face. her entire demeanor had changed, and rab worried he had possibly ended their relationship in one swift move. no. he knew her better than that. she would be hurt, but not enough to end a friendship that had brought them so close in the first place. the reason she followed him to this dingy bar with nasty people in the worst part of knockturn alley where a person of her status shouldn't be. her features were intense, and it was either them or the ice water that sent a small shiver up his spine.
"besides, i really don't think you have a reason to hate lucius. yes, he's a busy man and his priorities may be in a bizarre order, but what has he ever done to you?" what has lucius ever done to make rab hate him? lestrange thought she must be joking. he was stealing the one person he cared about most and there was nothing anyone could do, especially rab, to change that. it hurt more than anything else he had experienced. not only was he possibly losing a future relationship with narcissa, but his feelings could end their friendship for good. this is exactly why rab hates showing any emotion to anyone. goddamn you narcissa black for making me feel, he thought to himself. he was so practiced at suppressing any outburst of feelings towards anyone that when he got called out on them, they tended to flood out. leaving everyone running.
"i thought you might like to hear what i've been thinking for the past, oh i don't know, five years of my life." sarcasm was his go to, his scapegoat. "and i don't need anyone's help with any matter that doesn't concern them! i'm perfectly fine handling my own affairs. and for your information, this cancerous job is saving me from turning out just like you. a slave to the whims of my family. without this job, i'd be forced to follow my parents' orders to marry the first pureblood bitch to come along." rab felt himself going to far, but he had already crossed the line, so why the hell not keep pushing the boundaries. "and besides, i may not be the man you used to know because you've got yourself held up in that beautiful mansion of yours hiding from the opinions of the general public." that was it. he snapped. he couldn't stop himself and when she spoke of her laying with only malfoy, he saw red. fists clenched on the table, nostrils flared and eyes glinting in the light from the candles burning in the chandelier burning just overhead. the comment hit him in the balls, blind-siding. until this point, he hadn't noticed the pain he might be causing narcissa, and to push her far enough to make a comment like that meant he upset her deeply. this conversation was way beyond repair. gloves had come off of rabastan's hands a few minutes ago and he decided he didn't care.
"narcissa, you need to marry someone who's always been and will always be there for you. a man who's going to treat you well and put you ahead of even himself. malfoy looks out for number one, and i hate to break it to you, you aren't his number one." the stress was getting to him, and with a gulp of his vodka, he slammed the glass down, blowing out the bottom. the sound of the broken glass hitting the table and the curse words flying from rab's mouth as he realized he cut his hand open pretty badly, brought the attention of the waitress who had served him earlier. as she approached, he slid in one last comment before narcissa could completely lose her shit. "and besides, we both know lucius malfoy is not the only man you'll lay with."

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