"Dom" De Luca (DONE)

[Domenica De Luca]

Domenica De Luca! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Kay and I've shot for the moon 18 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Domenica Arabella De Luca
But Everyone Calls Me Dom
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 18 years
The say I Am Student, Model
Ive Been Told I Look Like Emily Didanto

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5'8
And I Weigh 135lbs
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced Ears pierced
They always say I look like
Dom is tall for a girl at 5'8 with a super model build. Despite being thin, but not that sickly thin you see on most models, she still has tough riding muscles that wrap their way around her legs, abs and arms. Her skin is fair but not pale, more like a lightly sun kissed glow. Her eyes stand out in their bright Grey-blue hue. She almost never puts make-up on unless its a special occasion or whatever photo shoot shes doing calls for it.

Her hair falls in soft, silky brown waves around her face and halfway down her back. Its never really styled in any particular way she just sort of lets it fall where it wants which tends to give it a gorgeous wind tousled look. She has lips that men would die to kiss. They are soft and plump with a very pouty look that helps her sway anyone to get what she wants. Behind them are perfectly straight and pearly white teeth that sparkle when she gives one of her famously bright smiles.

Her fashion sense is...interesting to say the least. She can wear and pull off almost anything from her typical jeans and blouse to baggy cargo pants and a T-shirt. Its also not unheard of to see her walking around in simple boxer shorts and a sweatshirt. When it comes to riding though she prefers to have decent, not show worthy, but good breeches, tall boots and either a T-shirt, tank top or form fitting sweatshirt, depending on the season, tucked in with a nice leather belt .
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out eyes and pouty lips

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore
Horses
Weird objects
Tiny objects (Mini paper clips, mini staplers, ect.)
Modeling
Dancing
Being weird
Speaking Italian so no one understands her

I Abhor
Judgmental people
Pity parties
Drama
Being confined in anyway

I Rock
Understanding
Being a dork
Riding in almost any discipline
Speaking Italian (duh)

I Suck
Writing in English
Singing (but does it anyway)
Lying low (not grabbing attention)

I Do
Collects small objects (mini paper clips, mini staplers, ect.)
Wont ever give up on trying to make someone her friend not matter how much they seem to hate her.

I Want
Write and speak fluent English
Settle down somewhere
Bring a friend to Italy with her

I Fear
Heart break
Hurting someone
Not being able to communicate with someone in anyway
Never being able to go back to Italy

I Shut up
Likes to run around blind-folded just to see what its like
Hates to much attention form people she doesn't know

I am
Outgoing and sometimes quite loud its not surprising to find yourself looking in her direction, not only for her looks but simply because you want to know who's making all that noise. Her odd fashion sense also tends to draw some looks but not necessarily in a bad way. Despite her spunky nature Dom can really run a show with awesome management and leadership skills which can spill over into a great job at hosting many parties be it a regular house party or an up-to-do office gathering.

Being very excitable she tends to get very...well excited about the smallest of things, like finding a new mini paper clip. She tends to get very frustrated when she can remember what a word in English is but takes it in stride and improvises. The improvising can lead to some funny and very questionable topics. Dancing is something she loves to do and it isn't uncommon to see her dancing about the streets to her own music. Some may think shes crazy but to thoughs who know her shes just...weird.

Her ability to understand does not go unnoticed. With that also come her extreme leniency. Shes not one of those girls who jumps on you before asking questions and getting the whole story. She has more trust and faith in people then that. Shes probably also one of the only girls who can honestly say that she, like most men, doesn't understand girls. She finds them overly dramatic and self centered which is why most of her best friends are guys.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From
Mother-Alessa-43-Make-up artist
Father-Micheal-50-C.E.O.
I Share My Dna With
Brother-Micheal jr.-23-University student
I Come From Rome, Italy
But I Live Here Now PineWood
This Is Who I was
Domenica Arabella De Luca almost grew up like any regular teenager, almost. She was born and raises in Rome, Italy. She and her family lived comfortably with her father being the C.O.E. of some company she never really bothered to learn the name of and her mother being a renowned make-up artist. She has one older brother by five years who is the typical overly protective yet fun to hang out with brother. She has no other siblings and and always figured that a sister would drive her nuts.

With both her parents income it wasn't any trouble for Dom to get into horseback riding when she suddenly caught the disease that most young girls tend to be prone to. So her parents bought her her first pony and sent her to only the best boarding stables and camps around. Of course, they, like many parents, assumed that this would just be a passing phase and soon she would move on to things like boys, much to their dismay. They were not disappointed when she seemed to be much ore interested in her horse then boys even through most of high school.

It wasn't until the middle of her Junior year did Domenica first get introduced to the modeling industry. Her mother liked to host parities for all the top models and owners/partners to many modeling companies and so it seemed that during theses parties a few of the said owners would comment to her mother on how great they think Domenica would do in front of the camera. And of course they talked about mother to daughter and got her a few shoots to build a portfolio and before they knew it she was being signed on with Elite Milan.

So Dom went through the modeling steps and loved every second of it though she did not forget about her horses. She was just getting ready to graduate when she came to her parents with the idea of moving to the states. She had a few offers for modeling agencies there, like Maybeline and Covergirl though she had no interest of moving to New York. So after many late nights scouring the country with her mother for a decent place to live she picked Pinewood in little old West Virginia. As a parting gift her parents bought her a new horse, a 16.2hh Buckskin Akhal Teke who she just absolutely adored. Just a few weeks after she graduated they were both off to the states and a new life at Pinewood.
This Is Who I am Its a new begining, take it in stride and if you mess up...oh well.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust Heterosexual
I Love
Adorably shy
Outgoing
Care free attitude
Cuddle buddies

I Loathe
Drama
Jerks
Overly Macho
Insensitive

Maybe I loved A few male Italian models but nothing serious
Maybe I Didnt N/A

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down Dude
I Am Awesome
((Already have Kaylev so I'll use the same post as I did for him))

Sidonie stared in the bathroom mirror with her fists clenched in her hair. Why wouldn’t it lay flat?! She let out a groan as golden curls frizzed about her head. Dropping her hands at her sides she glanced at the clock and then stared back in the mirror. If she didn’t hurry she was going to be late. 'Stupid lunch meeting.' she thought. Its not that she was worried about being late, honestly she didn’t care; she just didn’t want to hear everyone’s bitching.

Sighing, Sid opened the drawer to her right and pulled out a hair tie and quickly fixed her messy locks into a pony tail. She smiled at her quick fix and ran to the door, grabbing her keys on the way, and pulled on her black knee high boots and cream colored jacket. Still wondering why she was even bothering to go to the meeting Sid left her apartment and ran down the stairs. She hated elevators. Not only was it a small metal death trap but they just moved to slow.

About an hour later she appeared in front of a rather fancy little restaurant. It was a nice Italian place that was decked out in light tans and gold’s with the occasional olive green. She got out of the car and stood at the door swing her keys around her finger while the valet waited to park the new sliver Mustang. Rolling her eyes she turned around and went back to the car. What a waste of a morning. Its not that she didn’t like the people she worked with or that she didn’t like the restaurant. She just didn’t feel like going in. So, she didn’t. She went back home, grabbed some more money, and went shopping instead.

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

[Charlie Parker]

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