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Post by Romano Vargas on Jan 28, 2011 18:13:19 GMT -5
My head spins...
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I have no consciousness
My vision is distorted...
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I can't see the scenery
The character this application is going to apply for is Romano 'Lovino' Vargas,. He represents Southern Italy. They look 23. This character is Canon. Their apparent birthday is March 17, -------. This character's sexuality is Bicurious
Pain, scream
I can't say anything ah~
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Just where is tomorrow's light? Unreasonable world, I don't say anything
Physical Appearance: Lovino while quite similar to his brother, there are things that set them apart. For one, Lovino has darker auburn colored hair. It’s a short hair cut, a little bit below his ears. His hair is extremely thick, which is contrasting to the look of it. He has his ‘ahoge’ or hair curl that curls from the part of his hair to the left. His eyes are darker compared to Feliciano’s as well. His eyes are a darker brown with a hint of olive to them. They are usually extremely expressive of what the Italian is thinking. His face is usually contorted in a annoyed or angry expression, his eyes glimmering with dislike for whatever is around him. When the rare chance he smiles, he looks five years younger.
His skin is a light tanned color. He has a few very unnoticeable freckles on his face and neck. His body is thin and extremely lanky. He works out when he can, so some he has some evident muscle but not much. His fingers are nimble and thin, used to working out in the fields or pick pocketing when he can. Several scars are on his hands, but none are that noticeable. However, his chest is a different story. Long scars are completely over his chest, crisscrossing and traveling up and down his body. Some he remembers quite well, and some he doesn’t. There are many of them, but some are more noticeable than others.
One of his scars is a purple-ish color that goes from his collar bone down to his waist. It sinks in slightly at the end of his ribs and sinks gradually deeper to his hip bone. It’s from his right collar bone to his left hip. He’s lost all feeling in that part of the scar, and sometimes just puts cream over it so it doesn’t look like he has this scar. Another scar on his chest is a small but sometimes painful scar right above his right hip. It hurts at times, but he doesn’t know why.
His last scar on his chest is a small vertical scar that is from his neck to his shoulder. It’s extremely thin, but it’s just one line of darkened skin that he normally doesn’t show off. He finds it somewhat annoying to have that scar, even though he can’t see it without looking at his reflection. His legs are mostly unscathed.
(Note: “I’m combining the manga color of his eyes Green/Olive with the anime, which has Amber.”)
But I know,
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That I'm not
Free!
It seems that ants, Don't die
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Even after they fall from high places
Likes:
Pasta
Tomatoes
Dancing
Food
Siestas
Fields
Sleeping
Singing
Cats
Shovels
Dislikes:
France
Potatoes
Nasty cheese
Russia
Someone trying to interrupt Siestas
Insomnia
‘His’ Mafia
Drawing
Scary things
Annoying or Boring people
Nonsense thoughts
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Eat away at my body
Even if I bow down and try to please, It won't be delivered above the clouds
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Because they couldn't come out from their places, Outsiders don't care
They say humans are all equal
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When I hear it, I just walk on while believing in something
Personality: Lovino has more than one side, and is actually quite the interesting individual, but his loud and brash personality drives people away from him. Up front, the man is loud and seems unlikable. He speaks in profanity often, and if not profanity, he insults them heavily. This is normal in the South Italians’ mind, since he sees everyone’s faults. He’s a pessimistic person by nature, and can’t see usually anything but bad. This comes from everyone usually putting him down, and his naturally pessimistic personality.
The Italian rarely sees the good side of people, and usually judges on his past and thinks everyone will forget about him for his brother, Feliciano. He’s envies his brother and while he wishes to get on good terms, the northern side doesn’t seem to understand. He detests his brother’s idea some times, but he does truly care for the other, but it is mostly shown by profanity and yelling at the each other. He also cares for Spain, but it is shown through the same means.
He is bad with his words and his feelings, mostly creating a rift with those he holds dear. He fears that he’ll be abandoned, and sometimes wishes for it to all to go away, but he would feel terrible leaving behind those he close to. He takes his ties seriously, though some think that he is too ignorant and hateful to. One of his biggest and noticeable traits is his cowardly nature. This is for many reasons, besides he’s horrible at fighting.
He’s afraid of getting hurt again, he doesn’t like war and even though he spouts insults left and right, when faced with something he can’t defeat, he runs. He’s easy sometimes to push over violence, and keeps far away from danger. It strikes fear in him just to be around things. While he is normally outspoken with insults, he is extremely tight to the vest with most of his other emotions. When caught thinking to himself, quietly and not shouting, his face is usually uncharacteristically blank.
Romano has mellowed slightly, but hardly by any means. He is somewhat affectionate with his kin, and has a snappier mouth than ever. To be honest, if given attention, he seems to quiet down and enjoy it if he knows for sure, that isn't pity and no one is mocking him. (Good luck on convincing him of that though.) No one has actually accepted who he is, and only pay attention to him if he's shouting and yelling. If someone actually got his trust, while it would still happen, it would be minimal.
He is a fierce person, though only when he must be. He restrains his true personality or good thoughts, since he only thinks people are after Rome. He has a extremely soft spot for old people and animals.
However.
There is a side to Romano that he himself is scared of. It's one that's ruthless, and usually taunts him in a way. He knows that he himself has created this 'separate identity' since he knows it is himself, he just fears controlling it. 'Mafia' or 'Wolf' as the voice goes by is a complete sadistic lunatic.
No fear is in his eyes, and he would literally rip someone shred to shred, tear out their throat with his own teeth, and would probably eat a human being. This 'personality' comes out randomly, but Romano is fully conscious of it, and he could stop it, but he's too afraid of his own self, to do so. There is no one actually that knows of this split personality, but then again, someone could fool themselves that bad.
Wolf, is known for literally being someone who enjoys murder and would bathe in other's blood. He's also a slight masochist and enjoys a little pain. This would be unique to him, if Romano himself, didn't enjoy a little pain himself. The reason for that is unknown, but pain doesn't exactly affect him like it should. No one knows exactly, not even Romano himself, what he would really act like during a relationship or anything.
For the fact that, Romano has so desperately convinced himself that everyone hates him and pities him.
Romano over-logicizes everything. I do mean everything. He logicizes why people think that people think the sky is blue and the grass is green. As a child he did his best to understand why people treated him differently. This has persisted in adulthood, with his wandering brain. Getting Romano's brain to stop wandering is like trying to slam a revolving door.
(Note: Mafia-Romano unless in that RP area, doesn't really come out at all. Mostly it's if you piss him off enough.)
Fears: Blennophobia- The fear of slime. For reasons unknown to anyone but him, he has a fear of green slime. Slime in general he doesn’t like, but he has a large reason to hate ‘green or brown slime’.
Coulrophobia- The fear of clowns. While Lovino doesn’t fear clowns that are away from him, if they are anywhere near him, he freaks out.
Fear of being forgotten from anyone he cares about or being forgot about by his brother or really anyone. He wants to be remembered for himself, and never be shot down and left alone. He is terrified this will be the final thing that breaks him.
Weaknesses: His fear of practically everything:
Lovino is bluntly put, a total coward. He has a fear for anything dangerous, he hates anything that involves or will involve danger. He is against it, and will run and hide.
His Gambling:
When put on the line, and it doesn’t involve violence, Lovino loves to gamble. And almost always loose. He can’t win for his life, and the times he does win, he’s lost a good few many times before.
His strength:
He’s weak. In almost every single physical pursuit, he’s weakened by something or another. He trains all he can, but he’s usually so clumsy he ends up on the dirt. Only when pushed to his maximum, can he fight but he mostly uses weapons then his actual strength.
The people he cares about:
While most people are kept at arms length, he’s actually attached to most of the people he meets. He displays a uncharacteristic seriousness, and enjoys to use brute force to get what he needs. He isn’t above using dirty tactics, as long as they are safe.
His clumsiness:
While Lovino isn’t a ditz and magically trip over things all the time, he has his random bursts of clumsiness which almost always end up with him flat on his face or tripping over objects he normally can avoid. Usually it’s when he’s freaked out or stressed…which is most of the time.
Strengths:
His determination:
Lovino has a strong determination to almost always be better than his brother, to be recognized for his achievements, and all around just be noticed. He also wants to protect the people he cares about. This is a strength because of his massive unrelenting persuasion until he gets his way. He forgets about his weaknesses, at the cost of whatever.
His resistance:
While he is a weak man, and so is his brother, no matter how many times he is beaten down, he gets back up again. He has always risen back up, under many different levels, and he never goes down for long. No matter what people say about him, he and his brother have always came back from the brink.
His speed:
While his strength is something to laugh at, his speed is not. If scared, frightened, or pushed from his need to protect the people he cares about, he extremely fast, and extremely dangerous.
His cooking:
While maybe not as good as his brother, the Italian can cook very well, and can memorize dishes in less than a second, putting out delectable foods with almost no effort.
Pickpocketing:
For part of his life, Lovino has grown practically to the point of haven’t being caught in years. While clumsy normally, he pulls enough of himself together to actual be a great pickpocket.
Impressive aim:
While not the best in the world, he can shoot and aim a gun quite well. It’s not one of his best points, but it certainly isn’t one of his worst.
Gently melt my shaking heart, And take me to my dream from that day
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I set fire to the wilderness in front of me and just left my moving wishes
I whisper by myself, The one flower in front of me, It says it's "the world"
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And bloomed as if to persuade me, I can't see tomorrow, I don't even want to see it, but right now
History:
Early Days- Before he was colonized, South Italy lived in the wild. Most of this has been tamed out of him. Raised by wolves and other animals, he learned the basis of living out in the middle of nowhere. Italian Wolves were his main family before he found out he had a younger brother. He still in time remembers the 'Mother' wolf. (In a refrence to the Capitoline Wolf) He mostly roamed the South parts of Italy on the wolves' back.
11 century- Wars between Greece, Lombardy and Islamic Caliphate. Islamic Caliphate established many Islamic states in Southern Italy. Lovino, was mostly ill for these times, and if he tried to fight, he would collapse. He had ‘different’ personalities that would fight back in forth in his head. Most would be violent, self harm and harming others were a constant thing.
1130- Kingdom Of Sicily lasted 64 years. Lovino enjoyed years of healthy years. Until the union with Spain, the Kingdom of Sicily was split against the Principalities of Naples on the main part of the land, and Sicily over the island. Lovino was pissed that he had to keep moving around.
War of Spanish Succession, Spain gave Kingdom of Naples, Duchy of Milan and Sardinia to Austria. Sicily to the Duchy of Savoy. Lovino was extremely ill, almost always in comas are in such other states, due to all the wars being fought on his lands. He forced his outer self to ‘look lazy’ when he literally couldn’t do anything. He would collapse whenever he tried to do something, but forced himself to do the normal. This was made worse.
First Italian War of Independence- Kingdom of Sardinia waged war on Austria. The result was Austria won. There were no territorial changes. While Lovino was mad, he expected it in a form. He actually dug a hole and pretended he was sleeping for four days.
Second Italian War of Independence- Kingdom of Sardinia and the Second French Empire waged war on the Austrian Empire in Lombardy and Venetia. The Franco-Sardinian victory. Lombardy was given to Sardinia and Sardinia annexed the central Italian States. This made Lovino extremely happy.
1861- United with the North. It was horrible for the South. Crime rose and so did Poverty were extremely hard to get rid of in Southern Italy. A ‘bad boy ‘ persona was formed and he was taught by his mafia and was in many fights. He also perfected his pick-pocketing. This took many years, but he perfected it amazingly. The mafia forced him to do many different back-room deals, each involving something illegal. Usually calling his Mafia, ‘Evil Muffins’.
Third Italian War of Independence- Prussia and Italy went to war with Austria. On October 12, 1866 the Austrian Empire gave Venetia to the French Empire who in turn gave it to the Kingdom of Italy. Lovino (besides having a massive giggle fit.), was extremely overjoyed to hear the victory. He went out and danced like a idiot.
World War 1/ World War 2- Italy was neutral first. (Lovino was extremely happy about this. He wanted to ‘Stay neutral, and not get in touch with the ‘bastards’) but in 1915 they entered the Treaty of London. During the war many Italians died, making himself sick more than anything. He actually did go to the battlefield, and tried to be as numb as possible and failed. He grew sickened by war, and even though he still fought on, to be a nation. The economy collapsed.
Following the hell of World War 1 brought the rise of Benito Mussolini. Italy was invaded by the Allies in the month of June 1943. During that time it lead to the arrest of Mussolini. Italy was a battlefield for the rest of the war. Many people died for the resistance. Lovino tried to stay as far away from his little brother at that time, disgusted he had to take part in the war.
(I'm leaving the rest open, because I can't think of anything.)
Theme Song: Kocchi Muite Baby- Miku Hatsune- Ryo
I whisper by myself, The one flower in front of me, It says it's "the world"
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And bloomed as if to persuade me, I can't see tomorrow, I don't even want to see it, but right now
I know, The freedom in my hand
Love or status,
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Our honor are not needed
Family?:
Feliciano//Brother// 19 // Northern Italy.
Roderich // Father Figure// 23 // Austria
Elizabeta// Mother Figure// 22// Hungary
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo// Father Figure// 23// Spain
Pets: 2 European Wild Cat// Aria (F, means “Solo Melody” in Italian), Ciro (M, means “Of the sun”) // 3 months
1 Turtle// Vito (M, “Life”) // ?
4 Italian Wolves (Apennine Wolf)// (....Uh...names...dangit...)// Two females, Two males
RP Sample: "Dammit." Was the first word out of his mouth, as he stepped into the market place. He wasn't that far away from home, neither was he that far away from small but mostly wild family. He wouldn't live in the city, he hated it here. Plus, he was tired of hearing that his 'cats' were wild and feral monsters that tried to kill their children. They were 'European Wild Cats' of course they were freaking wild. The only reason that they lived in his home, is because he raised them. While no, he didn't have to worrying about dying when they finally decided to rip out his throat, the animals were still wild. He respected that. They were allowed to hunt, and be themselves.
However, living with wolves since he was a child, it really wasn't that surprising that he could handle wild animals. Though they mostly handled him, and he got more of his fair share of injuries. But he wasn't stupid. Maybe a coward against anything other than wild animals, but he wasn't a fool. Unlike his brother or the idiot Spain. He barely paid attention to the vendors as they shouted to him. He was out of tomatoes for his home-made red sauce. And plus, he needed several other ingredients. His brother, while dining himself on pasta all the time, the Southern Italians made it better.
Snorting, his amber-olive eyes moved over the familiar stalls, and his eyes stopped on a very good acquaintance. He smirked, walking over. The old woman recognized him immediately, probably by the shouting of very loud Italian curses. "Sí, Sí, vecchia strega! Don't give me the evil eye because I beat you in poker, you old hag!" He shouted at her, drawing no attention for the fact that this was a almost everyday occurrence. He was friends with the old Sicilian Gina. "Mío, Mío! Idiota!" She hissed into his face. "You think that's why I'm yelling at you! You big headed twit!"
Romano tilted his head slightly. Gina, slapped him upside the head while he cursed. "I don't have grandchildren yet!" She yelled, which made Romano choke on his spit. "WOMAN!" He screeched, standing as tall as he could, and before he could yell at her some more, he was hit over the head with a handle of a broom. "Stop shouting like a pansy girl, you're scaring the customers with you obvious gay-ness." The Southern Italian's eye twitched. "Woman!" The brunette howled, before being threatened with the broom again. "I suppose you are here for your citrus? Vitamins are good for growing boys~!" She sing songed, picking a few out of the box in front of her. "I'm over twenty." The 'man' commented dryly.
"Ah-han, say that when you actually get some." He blushed slightly but said nothing else. Throwing the oranges to him, he caught it, shoving it into his bag. "Remember, the tournament is later this week." The old woman chimed. He nodded. Since they didn't gamble with money, they gambled with food and the like. Made it easier on everyone. And he wouldn't tell a soul he actually played against old ladies and lost regularly. Why would you think that?
He waved, giving a "Have a nice day old hag." He fixed the collar of his shirt, the plain collared shirt itching him slightly. He was wearing normal slacks. Like hell he was going to go outside, without dressing appropriately. The brunette cut through a few lines, something normal in Italy. Not like he had to wait. He finally got to a few different stalls, picking up spices, fruits, vegetables, and a whole lot of curses on the way. Old hags....and a really girly ninety year old man.
The only thing he needed was tomatoes...and maybe some apples...he was running low. Finally the amber-olive eyed male made it to the stall he needed, before tilting his head again. He had seen her somewhere before. His eyes scanned over her, black hair and all, and it rang for him. Cambodia. Though he wasn't sure what her human name was. Most knew of his name as, 'Lovino' due to Spain never learning to stuff his mouth and leave him alone. He walked forward hearing her question, and he eyed the guy tending the stall. He was too far away to hear her.
He mentally groaned at the fact that he actually had to talk to someone. That was his brother's job, not his. He was supposed to be scary and mean...that description courtesy of his brother while he wailed about him being mean to the Potato heads. Romano hissed at the thought of those idiots even coming fourteen thousand miles near his thoughts. Disgusting barbarians. Barbari! Sighing quietly and wishing for someone to talk to this girl, the Southern Italian gave a impassive look down to her. "Those are tomatoes. Paste tomatoes to be exact. Best for cooking for tomato sauce and and the like." He picked one up himself, looking at it. "It is known for it's less water, more tomato quality, due to the fact that it doesn't take as much to cook. Though you can use other tomatoes." He continued to explain.
She seriously was asking what the hell a tomato was?! It didn't take too much thought. 'Take a deep breath Romano, take a deep breath. You are smarter than them, because you are Italian. A proud Southern Italian that doesn't run from a fight. No you do not! You have chess games that take years to complete, due to the fact that they wish to mail you a letter to tell you their next move, instead of calling you.' He thought mentally. "I'm Romano." Thank god this wasn't a male. He would have cursed him to kingdom come. But Romano knew this child was a nation, if not a hardly known one. He sure as hell didn't know who she was personally. Just Cambodia. "You would know me as South Italy." He added, picking up some of the fruits, examining for bruises and such.
Ah, quality. Italian food! This is where he liked to be. Though that brunette idiot had some good tomatoes too. He took a deep breath, shouting out to the stall keeper, shoving some money into his hands. After counting the money, the man nodded, and Romano picked up some tomatoes, shoving them into a spare pocket in the small satchel he was carrying. To acidic to store with the others, Romano remembered.
He hoped this was a short conversation, and he wouldn't have a annoying nations speaking to him all day. Unless she was smart enough to carry a conversation, he wanted to go home and make some pizza. He looked at her again. Females deserved most respect. He hardly thought of them as 'kitchen' workers and the like. Most could be productive on their own. "Anything else you would like to know?" He was done with his shopping, though he didn't want to tag along with this girl, dear god what the old hags would do. Probably give her the evil eye. The brunette shuddered just thinking about it.
Is this kind of life really fun?
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Until it becomes undone,
My alias online is Neko. I am a Female. I've had 8-11 years in rping experience. I've found this site through You know where.. My favorite pairings, that I would like to do with my character are: Itacest, SpainXRomano, SpainxFelixRomano.... . The best way to contact me is: PM
Then just form a conclusion
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Just keep on selecting "to live"
Ant by Miku Hatsune. English lyrics are from t12111. Neko made the profile all nice and pretty, you are NOT allowed to use this anywhere you like.
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