Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 24, 2012 12:09:31 GMT -8
Name: Feliciano Vargas
Country of Origin: Italy
Gender Male
Age: 19
Height: 172cm or 5“7
Weight: 135 pounds
Appearance:
Feliciano and his older brother look very similar in appearance, but while Lovino’s is a darker shade of brown Feliciano’s hair is a lighter auburn shade. He keeps his hair parting down the middle and it mostly hangs down the side of his head that way, except for a single curl of hair that just won’t stay down no matter what. Feliciano would push it down himself if it wasn’t for the feeling of lust he gets every single time it is touched. This causes problems for him because of the fact that people have a tendency to want to pull on his hair curl.
Feliciano usually has his eyes closed in his characteristic dazed expression, but at the times when his eyes do open they are nice brown shade.
Although he is serving on a ship Feliciano is not strong at all and would rather use the strength he does have to run away from danger and hide on a safer part of the ship that he is on. He usually wears a simple brown shirt with beige colored breeches. The clothes he wears are very light weight, these are very good for moving around in and also are easier for Feliciano, who usually sleeps naked, to fall asleep in in a pinch. Although kind of strange, this is rather important to Feliciano who takes a nap almost, if not every day. Although not known for fighting power, he does carry a small dagger in a sheath on his belt. Although this is misused for other purposes such as cutting up tomatoes.
Crew member of:
Status: Crew
Personality: Feliciano is carefree, excitable, and most of all loving. He loves his friends, and family alike and would be torn if anything happened to take them away. He loves to talk and socialize with people and can talk on and on and on if you give him a subject he’s particularly excited about. One thing that can be said about Feliciano is that he rarely stops smiling, and when he does it’s because he’s sad or scared. Feliciano does not get angry easily, and when he does get mad his anger only lasts for a few seconds before he switches back to his happy-go-lucky state.
Unfortunately Feliciano is a real coward, and a bit of a crybaby. He rarely stand up for himself choosing instead to surrender almost immediately or call for the help of his friends while hoping that the people who he surrenders to wont treat him badly. This can cause major problems for his friends who have to swoop into his rescue. He can’t take even the slightest amount of pain, even a pinch or a stubbed toe can cause him to roll on the floor in pain.
Luckily for him Feliciano can be incredibly annoying when he wants something. This not only gets things done for him, but can cause his captors to want to let him go before they get asked for another plate of pasta, or get told that he is tired, yet again. Once again this causes issues for friends who can easily get tired of his constant wining, and pleading, and unwillingness to do tough work.
Due to his upbringing Feliciano has a little bit of an obsession with pasta. He will go out of his way to get or make pasta, using up supplies and time alike to get what he desperately wants. Pasta is the one thing that Feliciano will risk his life for, diving into another pirate ship’s kitchen to find pasta, or racing into the front lines just to grab his pasta and run away yet again.
Despite all of his flaws Feliciano is a rather lovable person. He is very loyal to his friends and is always ready to go hang out with them. He loves hugging people, despite the problems that it can sometimes cause with those people who would rather not be touched. He isn’t afraid to ask his friends if he could sleep with them after one of his nightmares, this happens very often and he tends to have at least one nightmare a week.
History: Feliciano grew up with his Mother after his Father left them. Feliciano always seemed to have his Mother’s attention, and she was just a little bit over protective of her son. Every day Feliciano and his Mother would go into the kitchen and cook pasta together. Those times were Feliciano’s favorite part of the day. There’s nothing that he would have liked to do better than cook with the people he loved. Sometimes he would even invite friends over and cook with them or for them. He thought that these good times would last forever, that he would always be able to cook with his Mother and live his comfortable life, but he was wrong.
He can still remember that day clearly, he was 7 years old and a bit short for his age; it was a bright, beautiful, sunny day. The kind of day where you know immediately that it’s going to be a great day even when you haven’t had the day go by. He was playing outside on that beautiful day when he noticed a strange boat off in the distance. But he took no notice of it other than wave at the boat pretending that the people on it could see him and wave back. No one had told him about pirates, why would they? His Mother had wanted to keep him safe, sheltered from the world and it’s dangers. Pirates had never plundered their little village before and everyone had thought of it as a safe place to be. But on that day they did. They climbed out of their boat guns raised, shooting the people in the village down. In the ruckus he couldn’t find his family, but as he ran frightened through the streets he found a box that he could hide in.
He waited through the day until the gunshots stopped, until the screams stopped, until he had heard the pirates go away. He waited in the box, waited for someone to find him, but no one ever did. He cried, waiting for his Mother, but she never came to find him. He eventually opened the top of the box, the box creaked open as he slowly stood up and looked about. The roads of his village were empty.
“C-ciao! Is anyone there?” But there was no one there, the people of his village had all fled or been killed by the pirates who had already left. “Mama? Mama! Where are you?” But she was nowhere to be found. He wandered around his village for hours searching for someone who he could talk to. The police force arrived later and found him; a few of them were kind enough to drop him off at a home for girls.
Feliciano didn’t mind living in the girl’s home. He had plenty of friends there due to his sunny personality. At the age of fifteen the women running the home for girls started to notice that he was growing up just a little bit differently. They had noticed that he wasn’t growing up like the other girls before, but they had just thought he was developing slowly. When he reached the age of fifteen he went through puberty.
After being found out he was kicked out of the girl’s home at the age of sixteen and sent to live on the streets. He managed to get a job as an assistant chef at a very small restaurant but only kept it for a year before he was fired for breaking a few too many plates. The owner of the restaurant really did like Feliciano, and tried to keep him as long as he could, but Feliciano’s expenses were costing more than the money that they were gaining from their services. While he was there he learned how to cook more than just pasta, but pasta remained his favorite.
After he was fired Feliciano entered a life of stealing, he wasn’t very good at it though. Luckily he found out he was extremely talented at begging. He usually managed to get a full meal from the amount of food he got from begging it off strangers. During the night he would beg his way into getting a room at an inn, no cost to him. If he couldn’t sleep at an Inn he would just knock on doors until he found someone willing to take him in for the night. This didn’t always work though, and on the nights where it didn’t he did have to sleep outside in the cold, alone and scared.
But one night, he couldn’t find a place to stay for the night. While searching for a suitable place to sleep he noticed some comfortable looking sheets sitting aboard a ship He snuck aboard the ship, curled up in what he thought were bed sheets, and fell asleep. He hadn’t even noticed that the ship had left the dock until the next morning when he woke up, by then it was too late for him to even attempt to leave.
Allegiance: Where ever you want to put me!
How They Died: The American soldier pressed the hard barrel of his gun into Italy’s back, nudging him forwards into the dark brick building. Italy ran just a bit quicker, bumping into Germany, for once the German man didn’t do anything, he said nothing, he did nothing. He just stared forward, all the hope seemingly sucked out of him. It was scary; Italy had never seen his friends so downtrodden. Even Japan, his mysterious friend seemed less reserved and more just depressed today. The door to the old building was pulled open and the three of them were sent in.
Never before had Italy been faced with his own mortality, he was a country and life seemed endless. He had always known countries could die, Grandpa Rome was long gone, and Prussia had died only a short time ago. Italy had never seen Germany so sad, so lonely, so in raged until that night, where Italy had only just managed to keep Germany from killing himself.
He wondered if he could have changed this fate, he knew that he was the axis’s soft underbelly, he was their main weakness. If he had been a bit braver, tried a bit harder, been a bit stronger could he have saved his friends? Would it have been right to try to change their fate? He knew now what Germany had done; it broke the German man who was distraught with the guilt he felt. Italy knew his friends well; he knew that they felt terrible, even Japan was sick with the guilt from what he had done to China.
Tears burned at Italy’s eyes, but they didn’t fall. He couldn’t cry, not now, now at his moment of death. He pressed himself against the brick wall; upon it lay the blood stains of those who had went before him in this terrible house, marked with death. He caught Germany looking at him and quickly looked away Germany’s face reminding him of Holy Rome’s.
Holy Rome… he had never seen him since they made that promise to each other, and even now Italy was hesitant to believe that his friend was dead. It was a promise; Holy Rome would never have broken a promise to him. Now, in this dark house, he was going to be the one to break it. The first to go, and never again would he see the boy that he missed so much every day. He closed his eyes remembering the good times he had had with the small empire. The small things he did for him, giving him food when he was hungry, spending the day with him, staying by the doorway when he was sick, cheering him up, and playing with him. He remembered the kiss, the only kiss that they would ever share between the two of them.
The Americans pointed their guns at them, ready to fire at any moment now. This was it, the final moments in the long, long lives they had lived. Would they be remembered when they fell? Or would they just dissolve into nothingness, a legend, a fairytale? Did anyone even want to remember them after what they did in that terrible, horrible war?
He heard the sound of the guns cocking as the American’s commander spoke that one terrible word.
“Fire.”
The bullet shot through the country tearing through his ribcage, piercing his heart. He fell to the ground, fire burning through his chest, blood trickling from the gaping hole in his chest. “Arrivederci,” he whispered with his last dying breath, “Arrivederci, mi mancherai, Spero di vederlo ancora l'un, l’un g-giorno. Arriv-…”
((Goodbye, Goodbye I’ll miss you, I hope to see you again one day. Goo-))
Country of Origin: Italy
Gender Male
Age: 19
Height: 172cm or 5“7
Weight: 135 pounds
Appearance:
Feliciano and his older brother look very similar in appearance, but while Lovino’s is a darker shade of brown Feliciano’s hair is a lighter auburn shade. He keeps his hair parting down the middle and it mostly hangs down the side of his head that way, except for a single curl of hair that just won’t stay down no matter what. Feliciano would push it down himself if it wasn’t for the feeling of lust he gets every single time it is touched. This causes problems for him because of the fact that people have a tendency to want to pull on his hair curl.
Feliciano usually has his eyes closed in his characteristic dazed expression, but at the times when his eyes do open they are nice brown shade.
Although he is serving on a ship Feliciano is not strong at all and would rather use the strength he does have to run away from danger and hide on a safer part of the ship that he is on. He usually wears a simple brown shirt with beige colored breeches. The clothes he wears are very light weight, these are very good for moving around in and also are easier for Feliciano, who usually sleeps naked, to fall asleep in in a pinch. Although kind of strange, this is rather important to Feliciano who takes a nap almost, if not every day. Although not known for fighting power, he does carry a small dagger in a sheath on his belt. Although this is misused for other purposes such as cutting up tomatoes.
Crew member of:
Status: Crew
Personality: Feliciano is carefree, excitable, and most of all loving. He loves his friends, and family alike and would be torn if anything happened to take them away. He loves to talk and socialize with people and can talk on and on and on if you give him a subject he’s particularly excited about. One thing that can be said about Feliciano is that he rarely stops smiling, and when he does it’s because he’s sad or scared. Feliciano does not get angry easily, and when he does get mad his anger only lasts for a few seconds before he switches back to his happy-go-lucky state.
Unfortunately Feliciano is a real coward, and a bit of a crybaby. He rarely stand up for himself choosing instead to surrender almost immediately or call for the help of his friends while hoping that the people who he surrenders to wont treat him badly. This can cause major problems for his friends who have to swoop into his rescue. He can’t take even the slightest amount of pain, even a pinch or a stubbed toe can cause him to roll on the floor in pain.
Luckily for him Feliciano can be incredibly annoying when he wants something. This not only gets things done for him, but can cause his captors to want to let him go before they get asked for another plate of pasta, or get told that he is tired, yet again. Once again this causes issues for friends who can easily get tired of his constant wining, and pleading, and unwillingness to do tough work.
Due to his upbringing Feliciano has a little bit of an obsession with pasta. He will go out of his way to get or make pasta, using up supplies and time alike to get what he desperately wants. Pasta is the one thing that Feliciano will risk his life for, diving into another pirate ship’s kitchen to find pasta, or racing into the front lines just to grab his pasta and run away yet again.
Despite all of his flaws Feliciano is a rather lovable person. He is very loyal to his friends and is always ready to go hang out with them. He loves hugging people, despite the problems that it can sometimes cause with those people who would rather not be touched. He isn’t afraid to ask his friends if he could sleep with them after one of his nightmares, this happens very often and he tends to have at least one nightmare a week.
History: Feliciano grew up with his Mother after his Father left them. Feliciano always seemed to have his Mother’s attention, and she was just a little bit over protective of her son. Every day Feliciano and his Mother would go into the kitchen and cook pasta together. Those times were Feliciano’s favorite part of the day. There’s nothing that he would have liked to do better than cook with the people he loved. Sometimes he would even invite friends over and cook with them or for them. He thought that these good times would last forever, that he would always be able to cook with his Mother and live his comfortable life, but he was wrong.
He can still remember that day clearly, he was 7 years old and a bit short for his age; it was a bright, beautiful, sunny day. The kind of day where you know immediately that it’s going to be a great day even when you haven’t had the day go by. He was playing outside on that beautiful day when he noticed a strange boat off in the distance. But he took no notice of it other than wave at the boat pretending that the people on it could see him and wave back. No one had told him about pirates, why would they? His Mother had wanted to keep him safe, sheltered from the world and it’s dangers. Pirates had never plundered their little village before and everyone had thought of it as a safe place to be. But on that day they did. They climbed out of their boat guns raised, shooting the people in the village down. In the ruckus he couldn’t find his family, but as he ran frightened through the streets he found a box that he could hide in.
He waited through the day until the gunshots stopped, until the screams stopped, until he had heard the pirates go away. He waited in the box, waited for someone to find him, but no one ever did. He cried, waiting for his Mother, but she never came to find him. He eventually opened the top of the box, the box creaked open as he slowly stood up and looked about. The roads of his village were empty.
“C-ciao! Is anyone there?” But there was no one there, the people of his village had all fled or been killed by the pirates who had already left. “Mama? Mama! Where are you?” But she was nowhere to be found. He wandered around his village for hours searching for someone who he could talk to. The police force arrived later and found him; a few of them were kind enough to drop him off at a home for girls.
Feliciano didn’t mind living in the girl’s home. He had plenty of friends there due to his sunny personality. At the age of fifteen the women running the home for girls started to notice that he was growing up just a little bit differently. They had noticed that he wasn’t growing up like the other girls before, but they had just thought he was developing slowly. When he reached the age of fifteen he went through puberty.
After being found out he was kicked out of the girl’s home at the age of sixteen and sent to live on the streets. He managed to get a job as an assistant chef at a very small restaurant but only kept it for a year before he was fired for breaking a few too many plates. The owner of the restaurant really did like Feliciano, and tried to keep him as long as he could, but Feliciano’s expenses were costing more than the money that they were gaining from their services. While he was there he learned how to cook more than just pasta, but pasta remained his favorite.
After he was fired Feliciano entered a life of stealing, he wasn’t very good at it though. Luckily he found out he was extremely talented at begging. He usually managed to get a full meal from the amount of food he got from begging it off strangers. During the night he would beg his way into getting a room at an inn, no cost to him. If he couldn’t sleep at an Inn he would just knock on doors until he found someone willing to take him in for the night. This didn’t always work though, and on the nights where it didn’t he did have to sleep outside in the cold, alone and scared.
But one night, he couldn’t find a place to stay for the night. While searching for a suitable place to sleep he noticed some comfortable looking sheets sitting aboard a ship He snuck aboard the ship, curled up in what he thought were bed sheets, and fell asleep. He hadn’t even noticed that the ship had left the dock until the next morning when he woke up, by then it was too late for him to even attempt to leave.
Allegiance: Where ever you want to put me!
How They Died: The American soldier pressed the hard barrel of his gun into Italy’s back, nudging him forwards into the dark brick building. Italy ran just a bit quicker, bumping into Germany, for once the German man didn’t do anything, he said nothing, he did nothing. He just stared forward, all the hope seemingly sucked out of him. It was scary; Italy had never seen his friends so downtrodden. Even Japan, his mysterious friend seemed less reserved and more just depressed today. The door to the old building was pulled open and the three of them were sent in.
Never before had Italy been faced with his own mortality, he was a country and life seemed endless. He had always known countries could die, Grandpa Rome was long gone, and Prussia had died only a short time ago. Italy had never seen Germany so sad, so lonely, so in raged until that night, where Italy had only just managed to keep Germany from killing himself.
He wondered if he could have changed this fate, he knew that he was the axis’s soft underbelly, he was their main weakness. If he had been a bit braver, tried a bit harder, been a bit stronger could he have saved his friends? Would it have been right to try to change their fate? He knew now what Germany had done; it broke the German man who was distraught with the guilt he felt. Italy knew his friends well; he knew that they felt terrible, even Japan was sick with the guilt from what he had done to China.
Tears burned at Italy’s eyes, but they didn’t fall. He couldn’t cry, not now, now at his moment of death. He pressed himself against the brick wall; upon it lay the blood stains of those who had went before him in this terrible house, marked with death. He caught Germany looking at him and quickly looked away Germany’s face reminding him of Holy Rome’s.
Holy Rome… he had never seen him since they made that promise to each other, and even now Italy was hesitant to believe that his friend was dead. It was a promise; Holy Rome would never have broken a promise to him. Now, in this dark house, he was going to be the one to break it. The first to go, and never again would he see the boy that he missed so much every day. He closed his eyes remembering the good times he had had with the small empire. The small things he did for him, giving him food when he was hungry, spending the day with him, staying by the doorway when he was sick, cheering him up, and playing with him. He remembered the kiss, the only kiss that they would ever share between the two of them.
The Americans pointed their guns at them, ready to fire at any moment now. This was it, the final moments in the long, long lives they had lived. Would they be remembered when they fell? Or would they just dissolve into nothingness, a legend, a fairytale? Did anyone even want to remember them after what they did in that terrible, horrible war?
He heard the sound of the guns cocking as the American’s commander spoke that one terrible word.
“Fire.”
The bullet shot through the country tearing through his ribcage, piercing his heart. He fell to the ground, fire burning through his chest, blood trickling from the gaping hole in his chest. “Arrivederci,” he whispered with his last dying breath, “Arrivederci, mi mancherai, Spero di vederlo ancora l'un, l’un g-giorno. Arriv-…”
((Goodbye, Goodbye I’ll miss you, I hope to see you again one day. Goo-))
