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Luca Magill
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N/A
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28
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M
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Anti-Sloth
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'Murican
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6' 0"
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Tall and on the lean side. More of a runner than a fighter.
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Luca is most at home in front of a crowded conference room pitching big-money ideas to a crowd of grumpy, unsatisfied older men. He has a natural charm and a silver tongue that makes him an extremely successful businessman that the older generation can't help but want to include in their good ole boy's clubs. Though he can drink his whiskey straight and shoot the shit with the best of them, he does an excellent job at keeping them at arm's length, all the while making them feel they have known him his whole life without actually offering any personal details. After all, any relationship that is not strictly a business deal can be very bad for a man's career goals. Luca has his eyes set on the top of the food chain and he's unwilling to let anything, or anyone, distract him from getting there.
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Luca's childhood home had been a lop-sided double wide with peeling vinyl siding located on a road having a number rather than a name. His mother had run off with a fellow drug addict shortly after he was born, leaving him in a cloud of cigarette smoke at the mercy of an alcoholic father and a heavy-handed, stern grandmother. He had been a small child with old eyes that had little interest in football, beer, or tobacco and every interest in getting as far away from the trailer park as he possibly could. One insufferably hot summer day when he was around ten years old the neighborhood bullies had decided that they were tired of burning ants and small patches of dead grass with their parents' cigarette lighters and turned their sights on him instead. Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was fate, that had him ditch his bike and seek shelter in town in the first building he came to: the local library. The older woman he had upset with his hasty, disruptive entry gave him one look, then stepped outside, effectively warding off the other kids with a stern frown, no words spoken. When she returned from the heat, not one silver hair out of place in her tight bun, nor a drop of perspiration on her aged brow, she simply said "Come with me," and promptly put him to work reshelving books.
Mrs. Finlay had been the first, and only, adult to ever care for him. He spent the rest of that summer and every one after that working for her in the library, all the while using the free computers and the endless worlds at his disposal to learn as much as he could about getting away from the life he had thought was his only option. She helped him with college applications, when the time came, as well as hunted down every possible scholarship he could apply for. She was the one that drove him and his meager carry-on sized suitcase to the state college four hours away the next Fall too. When she passed away unexpectedly, shortly before Christmas that first year, Luca not only felt lost, but betrayed. He quickly realized what he had forgotten from his childhood: the only one that could help him was himself. He turned his attentions to his studies, to obtaining internships, and to making sure that he never set foot back in the trailer park again. Mrs. Finlay had believed he was capable of making something of himself, but sometimes when he stopped working long enough to sleep, he dreamed of the trailer park, of the thick kudzu vines that had crippled the fence behind his home reaching out with their thick, greedy tendrils and latching onto his ankles. They would pull him away from his education, from his work, from the life he was trying to build for himself and bind him forever to mildewed, peeling vinyl. Thus, Luca could not stop. Not when he obtained a prestigious internship at an industry leading tech giant, not when he graduated with honors at the top of his class, not when he accepted a high paying job at the tech giant's rival that moved him to a swanky condo in the city, and definitely not when his serious girlfriend of three years decided that he was married to his work and never would be to her.
Luca Magill
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N/A
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28
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M
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Anti-Sloth
---N A T I O N A L I T Y---
'Murican
---H E I G H T---
6' 0"
---B U I L D---
Tall and on the lean side. More of a runner than a fighter.
---A P P E A R A N C E---
---P E R S O N A L I T Y---
Luca is most at home in front of a crowded conference room pitching big-money ideas to a crowd of grumpy, unsatisfied older men. He has a natural charm and a silver tongue that makes him an extremely successful businessman that the older generation can't help but want to include in their good ole boy's clubs. Though he can drink his whiskey straight and shoot the shit with the best of them, he does an excellent job at keeping them at arm's length, all the while making them feel they have known him his whole life without actually offering any personal details. After all, any relationship that is not strictly a business deal can be very bad for a man's career goals. Luca has his eyes set on the top of the food chain and he's unwilling to let anything, or anyone, distract him from getting there.
---B I O---
Luca's childhood home had been a lop-sided double wide with peeling vinyl siding located on a road having a number rather than a name. His mother had run off with a fellow drug addict shortly after he was born, leaving him in a cloud of cigarette smoke at the mercy of an alcoholic father and a heavy-handed, stern grandmother. He had been a small child with old eyes that had little interest in football, beer, or tobacco and every interest in getting as far away from the trailer park as he possibly could. One insufferably hot summer day when he was around ten years old the neighborhood bullies had decided that they were tired of burning ants and small patches of dead grass with their parents' cigarette lighters and turned their sights on him instead. Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was fate, that had him ditch his bike and seek shelter in town in the first building he came to: the local library. The older woman he had upset with his hasty, disruptive entry gave him one look, then stepped outside, effectively warding off the other kids with a stern frown, no words spoken. When she returned from the heat, not one silver hair out of place in her tight bun, nor a drop of perspiration on her aged brow, she simply said "Come with me," and promptly put him to work reshelving books.
Mrs. Finlay had been the first, and only, adult to ever care for him. He spent the rest of that summer and every one after that working for her in the library, all the while using the free computers and the endless worlds at his disposal to learn as much as he could about getting away from the life he had thought was his only option. She helped him with college applications, when the time came, as well as hunted down every possible scholarship he could apply for. She was the one that drove him and his meager carry-on sized suitcase to the state college four hours away the next Fall too. When she passed away unexpectedly, shortly before Christmas that first year, Luca not only felt lost, but betrayed. He quickly realized what he had forgotten from his childhood: the only one that could help him was himself. He turned his attentions to his studies, to obtaining internships, and to making sure that he never set foot back in the trailer park again. Mrs. Finlay had believed he was capable of making something of himself, but sometimes when he stopped working long enough to sleep, he dreamed of the trailer park, of the thick kudzu vines that had crippled the fence behind his home reaching out with their thick, greedy tendrils and latching onto his ankles. They would pull him away from his education, from his work, from the life he was trying to build for himself and bind him forever to mildewed, peeling vinyl. Thus, Luca could not stop. Not when he obtained a prestigious internship at an industry leading tech giant, not when he graduated with honors at the top of his class, not when he accepted a high paying job at the tech giant's rival that moved him to a swanky condo in the city, and definitely not when his serious girlfriend of three years decided that he was married to his work and never would be to her.
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