[hider=Lucas “Luke” Piccoli][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/8EXF37t.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/sIEEjgu.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/QHqLAV9.png[/img][/center] [color=d8bb00]║ Name ║[/color] Lucas Anthony Piccoli [color=d8bb00]║ Birthday & Age ║[/color] March 31[sup]st[/sup], 21 [color=d8bb00]║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║[/color] Bisexual Male [color=d8bb00]║ Occupation ║[/color] Aspiring Musician & Uber Driver [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vkLPmwu.gif[/img][/center] [color=d8bb00]║ Appearance ║[/color] Standing at the very unfortunate height of five and a half feet, Lucas is no stranger to the plethora of insults that come along with being a short dude. He’s been at the lower end of the height scale all his life, so he’s relatively used to it by now. Unlike many of the other members of the emo scene, Lucas isn’t skeletal levels of skinny, he’s got just enough meat to him that a stranger might mistake his build for a muscular one (while it most certainly is not). Not too chubby, not too thin... ‘overwhelmingly average’ seems just about right. Rocking a solid punk aesthetic, Lucas frequently indulges in decoration of his temple in the form of tattoos, piercings, and questionable hair choices. Currently his hair is a shaggy length of black tresses, but he has dabbled with mohawks, side swept bangs, and shaved sides that were either bleached to white or dyed vibrant red. Luke’s visible piercings are size 0 black plugs in both ears, a hoop set to the left side of his bottom lip, and a hoop through his right nostril. The list of his tattoos is far longer, but notable pieces include: [hider=Head]• Scorpion on the right side of his neck. • Scissors on the left side of his neck. • “NJ” on the inside of his bottom lip (stands for New Jersey).[/hider] [hider=Arms]• [i]Our Lady of Sorrows[/i]-style Virgin Mary holding a heart with five swords on his left forearm. • A stabbed human heart, a wolf, a chainsaw, “Black Flag” logo, black rose with guns, a Japanese sun, many tiny stars, and bats all encompass a sleeve on his left arm. • A cobra on his right arm with “FTW” (Fuck the World) above it. • An anchor on on his right bicep with an “N” and “J” on either side (you guessed it, stands for New Jersey again). • “Forget Me Not” with a blue hand, a bloody tooth, Frankenstein, and a broken heart all in a sleeve on his right arm.[/hider] [hider=Hands]• “Hopeless” and a spiderweb on his right hand that pairs with “Romantic” and a half of a broken heart on his left hand. • “I wish I were a ghost” around his right wrist. • “Revenge” on his left wrist. • “BOOKWØRM” across his lower knuckles. • “HALLOWEEN” across his upper knuckles. • A hidden index finger moustache.[/hider] [hider=Torso]• “I Am A Graveyard” on his collarbone. • “Search And Destroy” around his hips with a swallow on either side of the ‘And’, one angelic and the other devilish.[/hider] [hider=Back]• Two crossed pistols on his lower back. • “Keep The Faith” above a jack-o-lantern on his upper back.[/hider] [hider=Legs]• “Live each day as if it were your last.” on his thigh. • The Misfits logo on his left shin.[/hider] As for a style, well Lucas tends to just wear whatever is lying around from his laundry heap. Wrinkled, holey, studded, dark, ill-fitting, grungy - most of these terms could be applied to Lucas’ everyday wardrobe. He likes to dress in layers, even when it is hot outside, he can be found with long sleeves under a t-shirt, and when it’s cold he’ll toss a leather jacket in there too. Being among the emo crowd, he will occasionally wear fingerless gloves, eyeliner, studded belts, and skinny jeans - but he much prefers distressed (see also: ripped-to-shit) bootcut jeans. His shoe choice is either Chuck Taylor or Dr. Martens, no exceptions. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/v4TVu4x.gif[/img][/center] [color=d8bb00]║ Personality ║[/color] Pissed off. About what, exactly? Anything and everything, as it takes very little to get Lucas upset. If he finds a situation unpleasant enough, he isn’t afraid to make it known by protesting. Loudly. A working theory is that, much like a chihuahua, Lucas’ small stature has lead to rather Napoleonic personality traits. Luke isn’t about to start any wars, but he will be openly and unabashedly aggressive in his attempts to get his point across, even when such behavior is socially inappropriate. Luke has little respect for rules, authority, limits, and boundaries, and he proudly sticks his middle finger up in the face of such constraints. Lucas looks perpetually angry and nobody is quite sure why. Perhaps it is a case of that affliction that mothers often warn their children of - Lucas made a face for so long that it simply got stuck that way. Behind the fountains of aggression bottled up in a tiny punk body are the true colors of a boy that was bullied growing up. While young Luke might have been small, he was far from defenseless. Larger size is no match for unfettered crazy, and Lucas has the latter in abundance, even to this day. When shit gets real, Lucas doesn’t crack under pressure or run away, he faces the challenge with a fist held high. He isn’t afraid to stand up for himself, or for others, and he’ll go for blood if he has to. These traits makes him a valuable friend, and a fearsome enemy. Both a prankster and a risk-taker, Lucas is prone to putting himself in harm's way in search of a few laughs, or the next high. On the topic of ‘highs’, drug use is one of the rock-and-roll clichés that Luke steers clear of. That being said, he chain smokes cigarettes like it’s his job, and has done so behind his parents’ backs since he was a young teen. Drugs may not be his scene, but that’s not to say that you wouldn’t find Lucas at a party. Hell, he’ll be the life of the damned party if the music and the booze is good enough. All this may be true, but a human being cannot exist on past-teenage angst and rage alone, and Lucas is no exception. Luke is sensitive - a fragile heart protected by an abundance of studded-leather barriers. The people that he deems as [i]his[/i] are the ones that he would both kill for, and die for, without question. When Luke isn’t amped up with anger or passion, he is often very quiet and contemplative. He likes to observe his surroundings, to listen to people during both the good times and the bad - the best creative inspiration is often pulled from these moments. Lucas may not be the best at vocalizing his thoughts and emotions, but that is not to say he is expressionless. Luke has nothing to hide from the world, he puts pieces of himself into his art for those who care enough to look. Ambition in guitar riffs, heartbreak in stereo. In Lucas’ eyes, these hints of himself are plainly obvious in the music that he plays and the lyrics that he writes. He wears his heart on his sleeve, try not to break it. [color=d8bb00]║ My Dreams ║[/color] Lucas wants to be the lead guitar in a band that makes it big… to be able to thrash around on stage, kick mic stands, aggressively destroy stuff and spit on the crowd, all while shredding riffs that he himself wrote, without having to worry about singing (aside from occasional screamed word or two, you know, for flavor). He also hopes to find real, meaningful, lasting friendships in his bandmates - some ride-or-die brothers and sisters. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/M0sEBOE.gif[/img][/center] [color=d8bb00]║ Autobiography ║[/color] They say you can take the kid out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of the kid. Truer words could not be spoken for New Jersey native Lucas Piccoli. Born and raised to an Italian American family in Trenton, New Jersey, Luke is oozing with pride for his roots - just in case the two NJ-themed tattoos don’t make that obvious, he’ll probably tell you about it as well. He loves his home state, and he only moved away from it recently. Lucas grew up on the upper side of the middle class. His parents made just enough money to send their only child to a private catholic school, to keep him out of trouble and give him a good, proper parochial education. Yeah, [i]that sucked[/i]. Uniforms, shiney shoes, nuns, religion class… it was hell. Knowing this fact about Lucas’ childhood lifts the veil of mystery on where his rebellious defiance of authority came from. Bullying became a problem for little Luke in late elementary and early middle school. It all started because he was small and quiet (at the time), and such kids make easy targets. The middle school years were also when Luke realized that he was bisexual. He didn’t openly come out, but he did get caught staring a few times, and kids talk… so somehow the word got out. Unfortunately religion can lead to bigotry, and big ol’ bigots like to talk with their fists rather than their mouths. As it turns out, Lucas had a huge crush on the football player that most frequently liked to use him as a punching bag in the locker rooms after gym. His name was Tyler, and Tyler unknowingly changed the course of young Lucas’ life. Luke went home from school after one particularly bad day and wrote out his feelings about not being able to help who he liked, Tyler, the boy with good looks and a solid right hook. These words were the beginnings of Lucas’ first song, which ended with the lyrics “God as my witness, I will never be a victim again.” And when Lucas went to school the next day, he wasn’t. He became a force to be reckoned with. After saving up his allowance for months, Luke bought his very first guitar from a thrift shop. For years he had been sneaking CDs into his personal collection that his parents wouldn’t approve of… Black Flag, Misfits, Dead Kennedys, Nirvana, The Bouncing Souls, The Beastie Boys, Green Day. He fell in love with punk music, and he wanted to learn to play like his idols. So, once he had bought his own guitar, Luke began to relentlessly beg his parents to sign him up for guitar lessons. Eventually, they caved, and the foundation of Lucas’ path as a musician was laid. In high school, Lucas honed his guitar skills and secretly auditioned for a local garage-style punk band called [i]Detritus[/i]. His unrelenting passion and considerable talent landed him the position of lead guitarist without any deliberation, despite the fact that the majority of the band members were several years older than Lucas. Finally, Lucas had an outlet for all of his rage and pent-up aggression, and he was living for it. All was well for a while, but the inevitable drama of being in a rock-and-roll band caught up with them. The original frontman of [i]Detritus[/i] flaked and left a vital position vacant. Lucas never wanted to be a frontman, but it was better than losing the outlet that mattered most to him, so he stepped up to front [i]Detritus[/i] when no one else would. Luke’s vocal range was limited, but his gravelly smoker's voice was well suited to the genre of music that they performed. He learned a lot in his years as a vocalist and, in time, he even came to enjoy it. The next member to flake on the band was the drummer - who had picked himself up a bad habit that got him shipped off to a rehab facility in the north. The drummer’s sudden departure left [i]Detritus[/i] with only two remaining members: lead guitarist and vocalist, Lucas, and bassist, Garrett. The two friends decided to call it quits, because you couldn’t really be a band without a drummer (or a real vocalist), and Garrett also had a baby on the way with his girl. Irritated (pissed off) at the unexpected dissolution of his band, Lucas made the rash decision to move to an entirely new city - and state - for a fresh start. Living in Philadelphia proved to be neither cheap nor easy. Lucas worked multiple shit jobs in order to just barely make rent. He spent his nights skulking around venues, in the hopes of finding a semi-decent band to join up with. In this skulking, Lucas found himself in the basement of a bar called [i]The Boneyard[/i], speaking with a man named Mitchell. Luke told Mitchell what he wanted, Luke showed him what he had to offer, and the next thing Luke knew, he was being offered a new apartment and a deal. Lucas signed for the label because he wants to play lead guitar for a band that makes it big, really big, and he feels like he can find that kind of talent here. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Aj3ovny.gif[/img][/center] [color=d8bb00]║ Reputation ║[/color] Short angry punk. Ex-lead guitarist and vocalist of small New Jersey punkrock band, [i]Detritus[/i]. [color=d8bb00]║ Extra information ║[/color] FC: Frank Iero Color: [color=d8bb00]d8bb00[/color] Equipment: Multiple Gibson SG’s & Epiphone Les Paul guitars, a Fender Stratocaster, a Gibson Les Paul, and Marshall amps.[/hider]