Anastagio Nero De Luca
{ NICKNAME/S } Nero, Ana, Annie
{ NAME ORIGIN } Italian, Greek, Latin
{ NAME MEANING }
Anastagio - divine, reborn
Nero - strong one
{ AGE } 22 years
{ BIRTH DATE } 1st August
{ PLACE OF BIRTH } Fallfox
{ CASTE } 8
{ JOB } He is jobless, an addict.
{ WILL YOU BE PART OF THE REBELLION IN THE FUTURE? } Yes, definitely.
{ DOMINANT TRAIT } Empty
{ PERSONALITY } Ana is not exactly a complete person, more the shell of one. He is an addict, and that is how he lets himself be defined. He doesn't want pity, or sympathy, he just wants the knowledge that he is the cr*p of a the world and he is going to die young anyway. He's something like the point of no return, or perhaps just before it, depending on how much he has taken already that day, and doesn't care - or at least pretends not to.
He doesn't have many relationships with others - he doesn't really talk and sees no point in 'dragging others down with him'. He has lost contact with his family; thrown out by his respectable Fourth Caste relatives after they discovered both his sexuality and use of pot and cutting all ties with them. Sometimes he dreams of beating up his father. Those dreams never really end well. At any rate, he is friendless, homeless and addicted, resorting to stealing to get by. He does have morals, they're just so suppressed he can't feel them anymore.
Inside, Ana is still looking for salvation, no matter how much he tries to convince himself he wants rock bottom. He still has fight left in him somewhere; he just doesn't know where to find it.
{ GENERAL APPEARANCE } Fairly tall, but very underweight, Nero's clothes hang off of him like rags or baggy skin. You can see his ribs and hips jutting out from a lack of food and as a product of the addiction; his face is gaunt and sharp, throwing distinctive shadows. His skin is bronze from his Italian heritage, though it is dull from under nourishment, and his hair is dark. He mostly allows it to fall where it likes - he doesn't get many chances to wash, and appearance matters far less than the next high. His body is scrawney and whippet-like, and he moves in small, sharp ways something akin to a vermin of the streets.[/fancypost]
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{ HEIGHT } 5ft 10"
{ WEIGHT } 112lbs
{ HAIR COLOR } Dark brown, almost black.
{ HAIR LENGTH } Medium length, so it can fall over his face.
{ EYE COLOR } Deep brown.
{ BODY FRAME } Thin, bony and underweight.
{ BODY MODIFICATIONS } None.
{ PHOBIAS } Death.
{ BAD HABITS }
Smoking, and smoking anything.
Drug use.
Not saying a word for days.
{ DISORDERS OR ILLNESSES } Addiction, and depression.
{ SEXUALITY } Homosexual
{ LOVE INTEREST } None.[/fancypost]
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{ FACECLAIM } [color=white]Luke Pasqualino
{ THEME SONG/S } [color=white]Pieces - Villagers
The Boredom Is The Reason I Started Swimming, It's Also The Reason I Started Sinking - The Front Bottoms
{ PLOT IDEA/S } [color=white]I'm wanting him to find a group of people that he can become close to - likely other 8s at first, and then they can bubble the first ideas of revolution, perhaps?