Juarez, Lucas

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Name: Abbie
Gender: Chickita
Age: 19
Years of RPG Experience: about 4-5. ish o.-
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About the Character- -

Name: Lucas (Luke) Juarez
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Year: Fifth
Face Claim: Bryan Greenberg

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties:

{{I watch the lights go up}}

Luke's eyes are usually the first thing that people notice about him, if only because of the way he looks back at you. Most people describe it as being 'seen right through', but he can't honestly help it. Whenever he sees someone, he tries to take them in as a whole, almost does a quick study of them on the spot to get a general feel of them, and his eyes always get this intense quality to them. They're a dark chocolate brown, matching the scruffy thick eyebrows that lay just above them. Whenever he smiles, the edges of Luke's eyes have laugh lines that show prominently whenever he does so, which he does often. Almond shaped and set deeply into his face, Luke's eyes have a unique depth to them that naturally draw people to him, whether that turns out to be good or bad for him.

{{A smile for your scrap-books}}

The color of Luke's lips is almost identical to his skin tone, just a touch pinker than his pale features. During the summer they're more prominent because he's outside so much that his white skin turns dusky tan. Both lips are similar in size, though the upper has a significant dip in the middle. They both meet at the straight line that makes up Luke's mouth, smaller than most of his other features. One of the things that Luke hates most is how big his teeth are. He rarely smiles to the point where you can see them well, and most of the time people only get a really good glimpse when he's laughing. Even though they're completely straight (thanks to those God-awful braces when he was younger), Luke still keeps most of his smiles tooth-less.

{{I'm just a face for every picture}}

Luke's biggest pet peeve about his face in general is his ears. They stick out just enough to be noticeable, and he hates it when people make fun of them. They're not enormous or anything, but they're the number one thing that people make fun of him for. His face is overall mostly square-shaped, with a strong jawline that tapers into a smoothly curved chin. He likes to keep his hair short most of the time, to make sure it stays out of his face whenever he's playing quidditch. He also likes to keep his face shaved regularly, since his facial hair grows at an annoyingly fast rate. Every once in a while he'll let it grow for a day or two, but past that it bugs him and he'll shave it off again.

Physique:

{{We play, you move}}

Ever since Luke was younger, he's always been athletic. From the minute he could run around he was playing soccer with his friends in the streets, and from then on he only got more active. Hard days of work in the sun with his father at his family's vineyard made Luke's hands strong and callused, making the veins noticeble running down his toned arms. Lifting and carrying barrels of wine and crates of grapes day after day definitely had an effect on Luke's body, and he's kept it up ever since. Even before he stared at Hogwarts he surfed at the local beaches, and once school began found deserted fields where he could practice Quidditch without being noticed by local muggles that surrounded the area. Whenever he wasn't helping his father with his work, Luke was constantly playing soccer with the younger kids, including his little brothers in the summertime, and he works out almost religiously during his stays at Hogwarts to keep up his physique. For him it's not so much about looking buff, it's about how amazing he feels when he can run for hours and only have to stop swimming because it's too dark to see anything. This also means he can eat whatever he wants. Which he does. Multiple times a day.

Personality:

{{Keeping us a secret}}

Above all, Lucas is a very private person. Outside of what you see when you first meet him, he doesn't give away much of himself unless he's directly asked. Even then you might have to wrestle some answers out of him. Mostly this is because he's determined to keep up the image he knows his father always wanted him to be, the sports star that he never had the chance to become. It wasn't so much that Luke's father wouldn't love him if he wasn't like that, but he does his best to make his parents proud, even if that means putting on a different face for the masses. The fact that he loves sketching and painting goes unnoticed by most, if only because he never actually has had the courage to do it in front of anyone before. He also keeps his love of music mostly to himself, preferring to keep such intimate aspects as art and song-writing to himself, rather than baring his soul to everyone else through his work. Luke sees things like that as something extremely personal, and rarely lets anyone look through his sketchbook (if they even know he has one). The only aspects of his life that he will readily talk about are Quidditch, and his family. Luke is proud most of all of where he came from, fully in love with the idea of going back to Mexico every summer to spend time with his family, immersed in the culture he absolutely adores.

{{Direction's keeping me on track}}

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A creature of habit, Luke isn't much for spontaneous actions. He mostly keeps to himself, and is only open with his close friends. Following the same routine almost every day, it's what keeps him sane. Whenever he has a problem or is frustrated with something, he looks forward to his daily workout, which is what always shakes the stress away. Every day after classes he heads down to work out at the Quidditch Pitch, and then showers before dinner. After dinner he does his homework, and if he has time, he'll work on his art, whichever form it might be. He learned guitar from his father at a young age, and will often tote it around to an empty classroom or outside to play on his own for a while. If he's not quite in the mood, or there's too many people around to sketch or do something equally as private to him, Luke will read until he goes to bed. The only time this schedule is interrupted is when his friends want him to hang out, and even then Luke will sometimes turn them down in favor of a night to himself. As much as Luke loves hanging out with his friends, it gets tiring to constantly keep his mask on. Sometimes a night alone is more refreshing than any out with your friends.

{{We're the trophy boys from here to if and when}}

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Ever since he was young, Luke's mother instilled a great instinct to be polite. It's still hard to keep it up sometimes, but Luke always does his best to respect the people that show him respect. Trouble only comes when you don't. As 'polite' as he may have been trained to be, Luke won't hesitate to get in your face if you disrespect him, or worse, his family. It takes a lot, and he doesn't do it often, but when he does he goes all out. Other than that, Lucas is extremely well mannered on the outside. Not so much on the inside. His constant facade wears him down, and most days he longs to finally just be able to speak his mind. He finds it interesting that not a lot of girls are interested in him, because he works hard to steer clear of the way most guys at Hogwarts treat most girls. It bothers him when he hears guys in the Quidditch locker room talking about them the way they always do, but he mostly just rolls his eyes and keeps quiet. No need to call attention to himself. All they'd do is point out his lack of a girlfriend and eventually they'd get to his ears...it just wasn't worth it. Because of his mother, Luke has a deeply ingrained sense of respect when it comes to girls. Too bad he's just not interested in them.

{{Call it treason while you can}}

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He's known it since his third year, and ever since has been trying to convince himself otherwise. The minute he started having feelings for other guys, Luke had something of a mental breakdown. He didn't let anyone see it, but internally he was constanly fighting with himself every time he passed an attractive guy in the hallways. As much as he knows his family would still accept him no matter who he was attracted to...the rest of the town wasn't so open-minded. If word got out that their son was gay, Luke's family business would suffer for sure, and that was something he couldn't do to his parents. Not to mention the scathing glances he'd get from just about everyone at Hogwarts. Especially for the last year or two, Luke completely ignores anything he feels for guys, unwilling to jeopardize his place on the Quidditch team if it came to people feeling uncomfortable. He didn't want them to think that he- well he did think of them that way. But it wasn't like he was going to walk around 'accidentally' grabbing their asses or anything. Either way, Luke was too scared to say anything, and ever since he's kept everything to himself. From his third year forward, Luke didn't turn down almost any girl that was interested in him, even if they only dated for a few weeks. Almost forcing himself to be physically attracted to them, Luke went to great lengths to put thoughts of guys out of his head, too scared of what might happen if people found out who he really was.

{{I'm loving every second}}

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Even with the hardships of keeping his Quidditch star facade along with the frustrations of hiding most of who he is, Luke does his best to keep a smile on things. He hates seeing his friends sad, and will do just about anything to cheer them up if it's possible. If you do happen to wiggle your way into his inner circle, Luke is fiercely protective, and will break his normally-calm silence to place your head firmly up your ass. The fact that he's been a beater for the last two years helps a lot, since he's actually in a position to kick said asses if they step too far out of line. He doesn't like causing trouble, but once Luke has found someone that truly accepts him for who he is, there'll be hell to pay if you screw with them. If he's finding it particularly hard to stop from killing someone on a certain day, most of the time he'll grab his sketchbook and go somewhere he can be alone, blast his music, and forget about the world for a while. It's his way of calming down, clearing his mind, and reminding himself of who he really is and where he came from.

Likes:
+ Quidditch
+ Music
+ His parents/little brothers
+ Nifflers
+ Sketching/Painting
+ His Spanish culture
+ Being outside
+ Food. In general.
+ Muggle Soccer/Football
+ Helping at his parent's vineyard
+ Reading
+ Astronomy
+ Writing songs/playing guitar
+ Hanging out with friends
+ Wizard Chess
+ Walking around barefoot

Dislikes:
– Keeping up his 'Jock' face
– Hiding who he really is
– Losing
– Pumpkin Juice
– Potions
– Small confined spaces
– Big cities
– Doxies
– The sight of blood
– Studying for long periods of time
- The color pink
- Scented candles
- St. Mungo's/the Hospital Wing/going to the doctor
- His allergies

History:

{{In a city of fools}}

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In the little-known town of Ensenada, Mexico, Lucas Rialto Juarez was born to Theresa and Manuel on November first. His parents owned a vineyard just outside the city, where they cultivated thier own grapes and had their own wine label that they sold throughout the neighboring cities. From the time he was little, Luke loved the idea of helping his father out in the fields, constantly begging to go out and do what his daddy did every day. Even the hot sun didn't deter him from his work, as the little toddler was often seen waddling around the rows of graps and 'inspecting' them, nodding his tiny head when he approved. Manuel would laugh and carry him around on his shoulders, introducing him to all the workers, showing off his son to anyone that would hear him. Luke became something of a mascot for the people that worked there, always able to put a smile on their faces with his little giggle and the mop of brown hair that stuck up in a tuft. Even in diapers, Lucas wanted to be just like his father, and work at the vineyard to carry on the legacy his grandfather had started. The small town he lived in didn't stop him from the big-time dreams he had for himself when he grew up, forever waiting for the day that he would take over the business and make his father proud.

{{A handfull of moments}}

Luke's life was normal for any child growing up in Mexico. Once he was old enough, he played soccer with the other boys in the streets almost every day. The only time he wasn't was when he was visiting the beach with his family, learning to surf and getting better with every visit. On his days off, his father would teach him about his culture, learning guitar and traditional songs that had been passed down through the family for generations. His mother taught him how to see things, instead of merely look at them. She taught him about the many legends of Mexico, and she'd sit down and draw with him at night. In an attempt to distract him one day for his birthday while she got his presents ready, Theresa gave him some paints to use so that he stayed out of the living room. What she didn't expect to find was an entire mural covering all of the bottom three feet of Luke's walls. It was child-like, and untrained, but Luke didn't care. He was having the time of his life sitting there and painting, and from then on Theresa made sure to keep him well stocked. Ever since, Luke became more and more interested in art, carrying his sketchbook everywhere with him should the inspiration rise.

{{My ship went down}}

The day Lucas recieved his letter, neither he nor his parents knew what to think of it. They had never heard of Hogwarts, never even considered that thier son might be magical. They hadn't even known magic existed, let alone that thier son was a wizard. At first they thought it was a joke, but when more and more letters came they reconsidered, realizing little things that gave Luke away as a wizard. Since he wasn't a particularly angry child, they never noticed things that he accidentally did when he was throwing a tantrum. Lucas, though, was terrified of small, dark places. When his friends locked him in a cupboard as a joke when he was nearly ten, his mother came home to find the cupboard door merely a pile of ashes on the ground, with a worried looking Lucas standing next to it, completely shocked. Realizing what kind of potential their son could have, and eager for him to further his magical education, Manuel and Theresa sent Lucas off to Hogwarts, holding on awkwardly to the tire they were to use as a portkey the day they said goodbye to their eldest son. Scared at being in such a new and unfamiliar place, Lucas wasn't sure about this new school at all, but was determined to make his parents proud just like he always had.

{{I woke up alone}}

The one and only time that Lucas felt completely comfortable with himself during hs first year was his very first day of flying classes. His already lean figure took naturally to the sport, and he was eager to keep it up, even if he couldn't have his own broom yet. Desolate that he couldn't play Quidditch until his second year, Luke would go to every single game, and even watch practices if he could, studying the players and the rules. He learned about strategies and fouls, everything there was to know about the sport. Since he didn't speak english very well, he didn't have many friends his first year, and mostly kept to himself and his Quidditch obsession. It wasn't until his second year that he really started to take being a wizard in stride. Now more knowledgable about the wizarding world and readily accepting a place on the Quidditch team, Lucas started to blend in better with the rest of the students. Making new friends on the team and from his classes, Luke felt like he was getting the hang of this whole 'Wizard' thing, and was proud to bring home decent marks when he went back home to Mexico, even more excited to help his dad out with the vineyard over the summer.

{{I had everything}}

His easygoing nature with the team didn't last long into his third year. After realizing with absolute horror that he wanted to hang out with the guys for reasons other than Quidditch, Lucas withdrew inside himself once more, becoming less sociable than he had been the year before. He did his best to ignore it, convicing himself that it would go away in time, Lucas merely shoved any thoughts of the other guys to the back of his head, concentrating on the game as best he could. By the time he had his first girlfriend, it was pathetically obvious how much he was trying to fool himself. He liked her, yes. She was nice and pretty, and she made him laugh, but he didn't like her as more than a friend. The only reason they really 'dated' was because she'd asked him. Feeling like a jerk if he said no, Luke agreed, but realized soon after that it was a hopeless cause. He felt no attraction to her whatsoever, and was more attracted than ever to his teammates. Things weren't any easier when they started playing practices as "Shirts and Skins", and after a while Lucas couldn't take it anymore. Unexpected to anyone else, he quit the team less than halfway through his third year, unable to carry on playing and keep his secret at the same time.

{{I wished I could change}}

With all his free time, Luke dedicated it to hanging around girls as much as he could, brainwashing himself into believing that he could still date them even if he wasn't physically attracted to them. He was pretty good at lying to himself, he just sucked at lying to the girls he tried to date. Eventually they realized that he wasn't one hundred percent into them and broke it off. Another disappointment, another letdown, Luke would bury himself in his art, his cassette player almost constantly connected to his head. Eventually he missed Quidditch so much that he tried out again his fourth year, re-making the team and determined to ignore any feelings he had for the other guys he practiced with. In better control of his emotions and his physical reactions, Luke found it easier to play now that he'd gotten a better handle on himself, and was able to finish out the season. More confident in himself, even if he was still hiding his true feelings, Luke started becoming more social, gaining a few close friends over his fourth year and even starting to hang out with the guys on the team more. It was getting easier, denying himself. It was just like any other kind of discipline. Every once in a while he'd have to duck out early if he was getting uncomfortable, but mostly Luke had been able to keep up steady friendships, his days of seclusion over and done with.

Sample Post:

{ ~ as R O D O ~ }

«« Cause there ain't no way that I'm s o r r y for what I did »»

Leaning back in the leather rolling chair, Rodolphus pointed his wand at the dartboard hanging on the wall ten feet away. Aiming for a few seconds, he let out a little gun noise as he fired a little blue dart from his wandtip, landing a few inches away from the bullseye, "Damn." As annoyed as he was, he couldn't help the smirk that threatened to shine through on his features. He couldn't help but think it was funny. Could Rabastan have handled that worse? Hell, he'd barely lasted ten minutes before throwing his little tantrum. Rodolphus had been sitting there across from his brother, just waiting for it to happen. He was also wondering just how many intimage gestures it was going to take before he snapped. Apparently it hadn't taken much. Honestly Rodolphus had just been counting down the minutes. If Rabastan was anywhere near thinking clearly, he would have realized that blowing up at the dinner table was definitely not the way to go about things. Not only did he make Constantine look like he couldn't control his own son in front of the le Fay's (which had automatically put him in the worst position possible), but freaking out on Constantine was never a good idea in the first place. If anyone had been paying attention to him, they would have noticed that Rodolphus had barely touched his salad, and he'd been half-staring at Rabastan the entire time he was sitting at the table. There was really no point in eating, because it was obvious by the time that Rab sat down that he wasn't going to be able to make it through dinner. Might as well save his appetite for when he could actually finish his dinner. Instead Rodolphus sat there, pretending to eat and pay attention to what his father was talking to le Fay about, when really it was just...it was just too funny to watch his brother.

The best part about the whole thing had been the look on Ashlee's face. Oh, it was absolutely priceless. She was livid the moment she realized that Rabastan wasn't sharing her wedding plans at all. It was surprising already that le Fay was as excited as he was to shove Ashlee off onto Rabastan. It's not as if you look for a seventeen year old already covered in tattoos and wears girl pants to marry your daughter off too. Well, it was probably good enough just so they could get rid of the daughter they knew wouldn't get married otherwise. No one could put up with that for more than a week. Rolling his eyes, Rodolphus threw another dart, hitting closer to the bullseye this time. He could hear Constantine still shouting in the next room, and he was positive that Dominique wasn't far off, listening in on the same shouting match. It wasn't much of a match though, Rabastan wasn't really defending himself. Gently tapping his feet together, crossed over each other while resting on the surface of his father's desk, Rodolphus focused again on the dartboard, still pondering over a few things in his mind as there was another 'thud' of a magic dart. The usual satisfaction of getting a bullseye wasn't exactly as much as he'd hoped as he grimaced. Rabastan was definitely getting laid into, and for some reason Rodolphus wasn't enjoying it as much as he thought he would. Not sure if he was more irritated with Rabastan for being such a douche bag or with himself for not being able to laugh his ass off right now, the next dart missed the dartboard completely as Rodolphus threw it with an angry growl. The tip of his wand sparked and fizzled as he glared down at it. Sighing, Rodolphus gave up on the game and just sat there, listening. Thinking. As much as Rabastan was the biggest pain in the ass ever, for some reason it still bothered Rodolphus to hear him getting chewed out by Constantine. He didn't know where the hell it was coming from, maybe from all the years they'd looked out for each other so that Constantine didn't chew each of them out. As much as he hated to admit it, there was a small piece of him that was still loyal to his brother. It annoyed the shit out of him, but it was there

His ears picked up as Rabastan finally started shouting back, Rodolphus biting down on his thumbnail as he narrowed his eyes. This wasn't going to turn out well for Rabastan. Nothing like this ever did. Constantine was a person that got what he wanted, and right then Rodolphus was sure what Constantine wanted most was to kick his son's ass into next week. Although he somehow was able to feel some kind of (for lack of a better word, we'll call it annoyance. He didn't like any of the other words that came to mind) on Rabastan's behalf, there was no way in hell he was going to put himself in this situation. Not now at least. He wasn't putting his own ass on the line, not when Rabastan had been such a bastard earlier that night. No, he'd just wait it out, talk to Constantine when Rabastan left. Which, at the sound of the way things were going in there, probably wouldn't be long. They'd learned long ago that actually talking back to Constantine never worked in your favor, and if you ever broke that rule, you'd quickly be reminded why. Somewhere inside him, there was a part of Rodolphus that was trying to figure out what he could do in this situation, but it was small enough for him to make sure that he got something out of it as well. It was also what caused him to grimace when Rabastan suddenly stopped talking. If the loud 'thud' heard through the glass doors of Constantine's study was any indication, there was a reason his mouth had suddenly stopped working. Well, he should have known it was coming. Rolling his eyes when Rabastan merely started up again, Rodolphus licked his lips and let his feet fall down to to the carpeted floor. Tapping his fingers gently on the surface of the desk, Rodolphus waited until he'd heard the slam of the door before standing up. He had a tentative plan in his mind, one that ended up working in both boy's favors. Much as he didn't feel like helping Rabastan out at all anymore, this was definitely good for him as well, and it was the only thing balancing out the irriated part of his mind concentrating on the fact that he was in fact...helping Rabastan.

Fuck.

Rolling his eyes, Rodolphus waited a moment before making his way over to the door. He heard Constantine lowering himself into one of the high-backed armchairs scattered about the room, and Rodolphus' fingers wrapped hesitantly around the doorknob. This was going to be tricky, at best, but in the end, he knew that Constantine would at least go along with part of it. If he didn't, there was going to be hell to pay in the form of Rabastan being zipped up into a body-bag. Since Constantine wouldn't want the bad publicity, not to mention the shame that could befall his own name, he couldn't let that happen. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Rodolphus squared his shoulders and put on his stone-still features, "Showtime." Turning the knob, Rodolphus slipped in as quietly as he could, only opening the door enough to get his tiny form through and closing it softly behind him. Constantine barely glanced up at him, the glare in his eyes enough for Rodolphus to know that he wasn't supposed to speak yet. Folding his arms over his chest, Rodolphus merely raised his eyebrows, a clear way of asking what exactly Constantine was supposedly doing about this new problem. For Rodolphus, this wasn't really that big of a surprise, he figured that Rabastan was going to do something stupid like this at some point to be with Statton. For Constantine though, this was all completely new. He hadn't seen Rabastan changing the way his younger son had. Granted, Rodolphus probably should have said something before this, but the only other chance he'd had was at Family Fright Fest, and Rabastan hadn't been quite so pathetic yet. Waiting until Constantine raised his eyes again, Rodolphus let his arms fall back to his sides and walked a few steps closer. His father didn't look amused that he'd been listening in, but also didn't seem all that surprised either, "How long has this been going on?" Rodolphus wasn't stupid enough to pretend he didn't know exactly what Constantine was talking about. "Long enough for me to know he's not going to back down. It didn't start getting this bad until a few months ago," Constantine didn't look happy with this news. His eyes flashed angrily as he scowled, "And you didn't do anything?" Holding his hands out pleadingly, Rodolphus shook his head, "I tried. First second I even looked at her wrong he kicked my ass. Quite literally, I might add." Narrowing his eyes further, Constantine brooded over this new bit of information. Rodolphus knew he was already trying to come up with a way that he could make this work to his advantage, and from the looks of it, he wasn't coming up with anything.

Annoyed with how he was being treated, Rodolphus couldn't help but scowl right back at his father. He had to understand that his younger son had done everything he could to prevent this. Once it was past a certain point though...there was really nothing he could have done. His arrogance and courage combined was never a good thing around Constantine, but he couldn't help sarcastically adding, "If you're done taking this out on me, I have an idea." Constantine's eyes hardened as he stood up out of his chair, looming over his son. For the first time in a long while, Rodolphus' insides started quivering, "You watch your tone, boy. I don't exactly have much patience for my offspring this evening." Rolling his eyes, Rodolphus waited a moment, his eyebrows raised again and looking expectantly up at his father. He was going to be desperate to come up with something, and the minute he started busting out his backhand again, he was going to lose the only thing he had at this point. Constantine obviously realized this, so he glared down at Rodolphus for a good few seconds before lowering himself back into his chair, settling himself in and weaving his fingers together over his stomach,

"I'm listening."

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I, ABBIE, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.[/color][/blockquote]

[Narcissa Black]

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