DE LUCA, tristan marcus

[tristan]

tristan marcus de luca


Oh no, it looks like I've got a problem
and I really don't know if I will survive
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AND I THROW MY HEART BACK TO THE OCEAN

[/b] tristan marcus de luca
nicknames: tris
sex: male
age: seventeen
birthday: April 10th, 1993
grade: senior
orientation: straight (though he's definitely bicurious)
diagnosis: substance disorder; level 2
problem: addicted to heroin and cocaine
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BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING

[/b] longer on top and in the front. pitch black in color.
eyes: soft blue in color. usually covered by thick black square rimmed glasses
face: high cheek bones with slightly pudgy cheeks and a square chin. his nose is straight and with a slightly wide base. this comes from his italian background.
body: tristan's body is muscular, though with the drug use he looks skinnier and paler in complexion.
fashion: flannel shirts over tee shirts, skinny jeans or low rise boot cuts, converse shoes or black boots, beanies, the usual.
playby: kenneth nixon
overall: Tris dresses exactly the way he wants to when he wants to. This usually consists of graphic tee’s, boot cut or skinny jeans (they tend to hang low on his hips), converse are a must, as well as a beanie upon his head. There are a few flannel shirts that he wears over a tee shirt, and he does own one pair of black boots that he wears occasionally. When it comes to his hair, it is longer in the front than in the back and he is often seen brushing it to the side because it falls into his soft blue eyes. He has a thing for piercings and tattoos and has quite a few of each. On the off day, he can be seen wearing black square rimmed glasses. But that’s is usually only when he is working with his guitar and writing music. He has some pretty bad eye sight, but he refuses to admit it.

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AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH

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• Rock/alternative music
  
• His guitar
  
• Heroin
  
• Jack Daniels
  
• Saturday morning cartoons (when he’s awake for them)
  
• South Park
  
• Animals
  
• Suckers/candy
  
• Piercings
  
• Tattoos

dislikes:

• Being told he has a problem
  
• Withdrawls
  
• Knowing that he is addicted to heroin and cocaine
  
• Being told what to do
  
• Country music
  
• Debbie downers (boring people)
  
• Wearing glasses
  
• Having crazy urges
  
• Being irritated

strengths:

• good at switching the mood
  
• pretty easy to get along with
  
• isn't quick to judge
  
• can usually relate a situation to something stupid in pop culture

weaknesses:

• is usually always high
  
• is angry when going through major withdrawls
  
• easily addictive personality
  
• can't ever turn down a good offer

secrets:

• saved his brother's life
  
• despises his father for being a hypocrit
  
• sorta hates having an addiction (even though he likes the high)

worst memory: tristan's worst memory would have to be him walking into the bathroom to find his twin brother bleeding to death on the floor having cut his wrists.
best memory: landing a gig at the Troubador in Los Angeles that spawned a tour.
desires: he wants to find someone he can completely be himself with (sid and nancy style) as well as get his band to be hella well known.
pet peeves: people who claim to be a druggie when all they do is pot, salvia, or spice. it actually irritates him a bit... and makes him think of them as attention whores and pansies.
overall: all in all, tristan is generally a nice guy. he's highly entertaining, always finding something stupid say or something to do. he's not the brightest crayon in the box, but he does have his moments, ie: knowing how to pick a lock and get out of sticky situations. He does have some minor anger issues, especially when he is in full blown withdrawl mode. when he knows there isn't a fix in sight, he's likely to wreck stuff and beat the shit out of people in order to get what he needs. But other than that, he's usually seen reading or listening to music or watching a movie, keeping to himself and staying out of trouble (unless he's in a silly mood).
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BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS

[/b] Daniel Luis De Luca, music producer, 50.
Naevia Marie De Luca, professional shopper, 45.
siblings: Trenton De Luca
other relatives: N/A
history: Tristan never thought anything was wrong with him. He did basically everything he was told to as a child and kept his nose clean. People would call him a perfect little angel, making his parents quite proud of him. Not a damn thing was wrong with him, and to this day, he still believes that. However, everything seemed to go down hill in his sophomore year. A local band’s lead singer quit do to “creative differences”, and being one that could both sing and play a guitar, he didn’t find any harm in trying out. Upon making it into the band, the partying life began almost immediately. Tristan was never one to turn down an opportunity nor was he one to dog on anything without trying it. Anything that was thrown at him, he’d at least try it once. The only problem was, it only took once. He was instantly hooked. He wanted it all; booze, babes, drugs, everything. And he got it. At least, until he ended up being kicked out of school at the beginning of his senior year. Along with being expelled, he was pulled off of a guy whom he had nearly killed. Upon being placed in front of a judge, he was given two choices: jail or hawthorne. It's only obvious which one he chose.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO

[/b] Andi
your age: 19
time zone: pacific? Shit, I live in Washington. XD Which ever time zone that is. Haha!
other characters: Emma-Lise Devenere, Connor Jean, Hayden Murdock, Nicky Bingham
rp sample: Tristan was never one for dances. In fact, the only dance he ever attended was prom and that was because the band was playing during it. Not that he ever minded, he just never really had a date nor had the need to find a date. Lucky for him, the ‘dates’ for this Valentines Dance were randomly picked. Which meant he didn’t need to find one. And since his date picked was Aleksei, he was going to actually attend and enjoy this night. Not that he wasn’t planning on enjoying it anyway. He was just planning on doing it in a different way. Like with some good ole’ china white. Which he currently had wrapped up in a little bag, tightly gripped in his hand. His dealer had actually came through for him and got him exactly what he had been needing. He knew this time to take it slow, just in case his dealer fell off the face of the planet again, and left him with nothing. Granted, he had seemed to be able to handle the pills that Aleks had given him, but they weren’t exactly what he wanted. But it was better than nothing, and he owed the guy a lot for helping stop his withdrawl before he hit rock bottom. And tonight, he wasn’t sure how, but he was going to let him know that he appreciated him.

Tristan rolled down his sleeve to just below his elbow and tossed the used syringe to the side. He let his head fall back as the high hit him almost immediately. This was exactly what he needed. He sat there for a moment in the bathroom with his back against the wall and his head resting against it casually. His eyes were closed behind his glasses, a perma smile plastered on his lips. There was no way in hell this night could go wrong now. Managing to gather his thoughts, he stood up and dusted off his grey slacks, making sure nothing was on them. Loosening his black tie, he adjusted the beanie on his head and made his way back into his dorm room. Before leaving for the dance, he placed his bag of heroin in his little secret hiding place and made his way out the door.

He was pretty pro when he was high. Giddy, yes, and a bit goofy, but nothing out of the ordinary for anyone that thought they knew him. Like the teachers. He was just the class clown with witty remarks that rarely attended classes. In fact, as he reached the dance, and was searched, the teacher thought nothing of him smirking and saying in a witty manner, ”At least buy me dinner first.” Instead they just shook their head and laughed right along with him as they let him through. With his hands in his pockets, he merely looked over his shoulder and winked at them playfully before making his way through the crowded area. His mind was on set on finding Aleksei, which actually didn’t take long. He slid up next to him with his trademark crooked grin, ”Well hello, gorgeous. Might I get you a drink?” He chuckled, eyeing the water bottle. There was no doubt in his mind as to what was in that bottle. And in all reality, he was damn glad. He wanted a wild night, and hopefully Aleks was willing to show him one. Or at least help him in getting it started.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO

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