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( LORENZO ZURZOLO + CISMALE ) — Have you seen ELIA DELUCA? This TWENTY-TWO year old is a BAKERY CLERK / BABYSITTER who resides in THE BRONX. HE has been living in NYC for HIS WHOLE LIFE, and is known to be STEADFAST and SELFLESS, but can also be CYNICAL and RESERVED, if you cross them. People tend to associate them with A PATCHWORK APRON DUSTED WITH FLOUR and INK PEEKING OUT FROM THE COLLAR OF HIS SHIRT.
trigger warnings: drug abuse and child neglect. @codstarters
elia and his little sister adriana were brought into the world by two people who had absolutely no business being parents in the first place.
both addicts, their parents blew all of their money on booze and drugs, pretty much snorting and injecting whatever product they could get their hands on.
whenever money was tight, they would trade their food stamps for a quick fix, forcing elia to steal just so him and his sister could have something to eat.
elia and adriana spent a good chunk of their childhood living out of their parents’ car, and a few years with an estranged uncle until they got separated and put into foster care.
whilst adriana was adopted by a family in colorado, elia was shuffled from one home to another until he aged out of the system with nowhere to go.
the sudden transition was tough but it also wasn’t anything new to him since up to that point, elia’s life had really just been a constant cycle of him trying to survive.
he couch-surfed with friends who were kind enough to let him, working up to 3 jobs at a time and skipping meals just so he could save some extra cash.
he saved up his money until he could afford a shared space in the south bronx, a small yet cozy two bedroom apartment nestled right above manhattan.
it was the first place elia would ever truly call home, and the first time he actually felt genuinely happy waking up in his own bed. after being brought down so many times before, it felt like things were finally coming together for him.
appearance: 6ft tall. brown hair, blue eyes. hella eye bags. pretty much wears the same hoodie, combat boots and jeans combo everyday, but in slightly different colors. he’s got his sisters name tatted on his inner left arm like this, and an angel similar to this one on the left side of his neck. if you look closely at his right cheek there’s a scar where he got bitten by a dog when he was a little kid.
personality: the type to say he’s fine but really be suffering in silence. great listener, just not a big talker, even when he’s around people he knows really well. a lot of things in his childhood has made him a more cynical person in certain aspects of his life, but there is still a bigger side of him that’s extremely considerate and thoughtful of others. like truly, to the point where he’ll completely disregard his own feelings.
headcanons:
the whole thing with his sister is kinda complicated? he thinks about her everyday but still can’t take that first step in trying to find her because he knows it will stir up a lot of old memories and there’s still trauma from that time of his life that he hasn’t completely dealt with yet.
knows how to make a bomb ass pasta (#husbandmaterial!!). he used to be a mess in the kitchen but after moving into his new place he would secretly teach himself how to cook whenever his roommate wasn’t home (idk it was just embarrassing for him when they were there because cooking to him felt like something he SHOULD know but for obvious reasons never learned).
works at a boutique bakery/coffee shop on the upper east side. very cute, very ~exclusive~, and he gets to leave every closing shift with a box of fancy cupcakes (see, having him as a roommate does come with its perks).
has two different families that he regularly babysits for.
his guilty pleasure song is “hips don’t lie” by shakira.
birthday / zodiac sign: december 31, capricorn.
orientation: bisexual, demiromantic.
relationship status: single.
wanted connections:
friends who took him in when he got out of foster care
bakery regulars
friends with benefits
roommate
ex-fling
any of these plots
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