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[Duske, Claudio]

Claudio Jeremiah Duske

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As with any child of the mafia, Claudio was spoiled as a child. And such a luxurious lifestyle does not merely disappear. He has expectations, and if such cannot be fulfilled, he'll have none of it. He's a charmer, as well. He feels love is a toxic feeling, and has vowed never to fall prey to it's affects. Claudio was a pessimistic man, but he called it a version of realism. He always prepared for the worst, so he could never be disappointed. He did, however, have a special place in his heart for his twin sister, Claudia, where ever she may be. And he'll stop at nothing to find her.

BIO

FRIENDS. FRIENDS. FRIENDS. FRIENDS. FRIENDS.

Friends come in all shapes and sizes. They are the ones who stand beside you on top of the mountain, and those who break your fall into the deep valleys. The ones that you know you can call when you're in a bind, the ones who let their heart and yours intertwine. They are the ones who see you, though it's forbidden. The ones who pick you up when you fall. They send you a get well card when you've just gotten wounded. They're there for you, no matter what.

However, trust is a bit of an issue for Mr. Duske. He can't find himself to have faith in anyone aside from two members of his family. He walks around, looking over his shoulder, concerned that maybe those who he consort with may stab him in the back, as his father did. He is blind to friendship, so it may take a while to show him the light of day.

ENEMIES. ENEMIES. ENEMIES. ENEMIES. ENEMIES.

Enemies? Who doesn't have haters? The ones who are willing to double cross you in a skinny minute, yeah! Those are the ones. Let's face it, we're all subject to having someone prepared to assassinate you over a couple hundred bucks. So is the sexiest Italian above such laws of nature? NO. But don't get it twisted, Jeremiah is not someone you want to cross. He's renowned in his home country for crossing off names from his elenco di merda.

LOVERS. LOVERS. LOVERS. LOVERS. LOVERS.

Love. Not really a word that Jeremiah is willing to say, let alone believe in. However, he does have lusts of the body, be it whatever sex he chooses. He's not exactly picky. Just don't expect him to bring you a dozen roses after a late night of eccentric breathing. It's just not his style. To put it plainly, he's a whore. And, short of a miracle, there is no hope for him to change. So, just be sure that you can let him go before you start to hold on. There is only one love in his life, and that is his sister. No, this is not a story of incest, it's just the only person in the world who's been let into his heart.

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THE LIST

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