Post by chibitalia on Nov 21, 2010 20:45:43 GMT -5
Feliciano Vargas
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We hear every damn day about our fragile country.
[/b][/font]NAME:[/color] Feliciano Vargas
NICKNAMES:[/color]
‹ Feli ;;
‹ That maid ;;
‹ The cute Italian ;;
‹ Cute Girly ;;
AGE:[/color] Seven
GENDER:[/color]
NATIONALITY:[/color] Italian
Every damn day about the brink of catastrophe,
[/b][/font]LIKES:[/color]
‹ Food ;;
Second only to a good siesta, food is this little boy's passion. Being a gourmet with high tastes, sometimes his preferences can surprise older nations.
‹ Pretty Women ;;
Lacking a mother-figure, Feliciano always loves to view beautiful women as mothers, big sisters, and possibly even a future wife. He always wonders why they keep putting him in dresses, though. Maybe it's something girl's like to do?
‹ Art ;;
This was something the small Italian was raised to love. His entire life, Feliciano has always been exposed to wonderful forms of art. He is even the birth place of the Renaissance, after all.
‹ Books ;;
Yet another thing that can surprise other members of society. He is pretty literate for his age.
‹ Music ;;
Music has always been something that interested the boy. Sometimes he even enjoys skipping out on his duties to hear Roderich play his grand piano or one of his master's guests performing.
‹ Animals ;;
Who can hate a small cute furry creature? Sure it scares him if a huge animal larger than his own size were to bear its teeth but Feliciano could never hate an animal.
‹ Family ;;
A treasure to the Italian. No matter how bad they might treat him, especially his beloved brother, his family will always be precious.
DISLIKES:[/color]
‹ Scary Things ;;
Being the little fragile mess he is, Feliciano hates to be around anything that even remotely resembles something frightening.
‹ Bad Cooking ;;
An insult to his overrefined taste buds. This is something he has to put up with on some occasions considering how rough his punishments can be but the boy would rather starve than eat something from the garbage {or looked like it belonged in the trash}.
‹ Fighting ;;
The Italian is a pathetic little pacifist and couldn't bring himself to fight even if he was strong enough to do so...which he is not.
‹ Being Injured ;;
Although it happens rarely, there are the few times he'll bump on something rough and skin something from time to time.
PERSONALITY:[/color]
The first thing that just about anyone can say about the Italian maid is 'cute'. Not just in appearance, the young boy can in fact embody the meaning of the word cute in his personality just as well.
Feliciano tends to be the jumpy type, although bold with what he says at first, an answer can send him cowering. Around certain people who have earned his never-ending trust, however, the ginger is extremely outgoing. It's not that hard to earn that trust, either. He tends to read a book by its cover most the time and in turn, if you are, for example, a pretty lady, you've just earned yourself a new, adorable friend. But then for another example, if you happened to be an extremely tall man with a look that could kill, expect to only see an orange blur running the other direction with a terrified shriek echoing around you.
Just because he may be easy to make friends with, Feliciano can change his mind just as fast. Even if you were to consider yourself best friends with the poor boy, do one thing that frightens him away and you could soon be seeing the same as the scary, tall man. Just think of the Italian as a rabbit when around him. The two are easily comparable, after all.
Although friendship is fickle with the young maid, there are other things one can notice at first glance as well. Even though he is outgoing around most, there are moments when you can catch him extremely shy. Due to his lack of being able to read the atmosphere, it is very hard for the boy to tell kind gesture from a posing threat if you were to have either a kind or menacing face. Simply put, he bases his opinions on the look you happen to have. This could change his thoughts of you and what side of him you see so be sure to have on your kindest face when around Feliciano.
STRENGTHS:[/color]
‹ Painting ;;
Growing up mostly around his dear Grandfather, Feliciano wanted to do anything he could to make the empire smile. Of course it wasn't hard but he knew the elder man loved artwork so the boy spent his time practicing painting around the man and loved every bit of praise he got from it. Not for the fact that the compliments meant his art was good in a way, the Italian loved it only to see the Roman's smile stretch out.
‹ Sleeping ;;
A special talent attainable by anyone with Roman blood. Although this can be considered a weakness by other people and possibly even an illness, Feliciano sees it as an important attribute to get through the day. Even if it does mean extra punishments from his strict keeper after being caught napping on the job.
‹ Cooking ;;
Although he is still learning, Feliciano has already proved himself an excellent chef. He is still learning more dishes but perhaps in the future, when there is the possibility of even he becoming his own nation with his brother, the young Italian has a secret dream to be able to become a chef for both himself and whoever else shares his love for exotic and homely tastes.
‹ Singing ;;
Yet another thing he picked up trying to impress his beloved Grandfather. This didn't require as much time to learn, either. The fact that his voice is at the pitch of a male soprano, however, does not help the fact that everyone confuses the young boy to be a girl. Not that Feliciano was any the wiser.
‹ Making First Impressions -most of the time- ;;
The boy has a tendency to be caught actually doing work when around guests. Even on the few occasions he had been caught sleeping or something else he wasn't supposed to be doing at the moment, people outside of the household always found it precious.
‹ Running ;;
Even though the boy is a little chubby and has short legs to his disadvantage, Feliciano is extremely good at running. Although, this does not apply to running to where he is needed or to get work done. Not at all. This only shines when he deems himself in danger. Running away should be the more appropriate title.
WEAKNESSES:[/color]
‹ Jumpy-ness ;;
An obvious fault of the poor boy. Feliciano can't be snuck up on without freaking out and in his case, you can sneak up on him from any angle and he still wouldn't notice you.
‹ Inability to stomach anything below his standards ;;
This should speak for itself. He refuses to swallow if it so much as seems like it would taste bad. Feliciano has, on rare occasions, even been sick at the stench of bad cooking so be careful what you serve him if you're sensitive.
‹ Irresponsible ;;
Something a certain Austrian knows all too well about. Although he seems like the perfect maid at times, it's a shock to see him actually doing what he was told to do in the first place. Of course, he has gotten better over the years of working for the home he'd been forced into, the ginger will still slack off from time to time or simply forget what his duties were.
‹ Standing his own ground ;;
Something that can explain why almost everyone takes advantage of the poor boy. He usually doesn't know any better but surrendering is something he does best and can only be outdone by his older brother, Francis.
‹ Crybaby ;;
An annoying trait of Feliciano's. He doesn't cry like most people would expect, either. Not a small silent sob nor just a little tantrum. No. This Italian and wail with the best of them and can be considered an alarm if you kept him at the door.
‹ Lifting heavy objects ;;
Feliciano always requires help from others when he needs to lift something that simply weight even a small fifteen pounds. His broom is even a stretch for his strength but if it comes to mopping, a separate person is required to help him with the water pail.
‹ 'Reading the atmosphere' ;;
Something that effects the poor boy greatly. Considering the people he's around on a daily basis, it would indeed help if he could be able to tell good intentions from bad. Especially around certain members of his own family.
‹ His looks ;;
Now this might not seem bad to most people. A lot of guests think that he is adorable and the epitome of cute. This is a problem though since every single one of those guest think he is a female.
And how it's a shame that we can't work together.
[/b][/font]RP EXAMPLE:[/color]
-taken from a steam punk rp where I play blacksmith!Feli-
A groan and a flinch of the arm, tossing a pick backward in the workroom. Feliciano leaned back in his chair and brought the front two legs off the ground, utterly bored out of his mind. He had been working on a new commission for the third day in a row and it was something he honestly did not want to have to be making right now. It was a brooch. The design was drawn by the customer herself. The light in her beautiful green eyes while requesting it be made by the man was too much for the poor Italian to bear. Hopefully this got him a date but her father was a bit scary. That's never stopped him before, though.
The process would be a lot faster and easier if this wasn't only the third broach he's ever made. Feliciano despised making jewelry and hasn't learned how to say no when they're requested yet. His brother wouldn't hear of it in some cases where a man were to request since it brought in money but there's no stopping the older Italian from putting a higher price on it. Why couldn't it have been a necklace? He was better with those. All it needed was a chain which he could modify from an old necklace and just make a small charm. Or maybe even a ring. Those were even easier. It didn't even require much time. But broaches. These things were just hell. Why did that beautiful lady have to be such a detailed designer?
More complainants ran through the man's head as he finally gave up for the day and got up from the chair. This would probably explain why it was the third day on the project. All he did was work on it an hour before he got bored with it. Feliciano walked to the door frame and turned off the light, leaving the room to head for the kitchen. It was a little late for lunch but he did have to delay it a bit due to Lovino's rule 'No eating in the workroom, idiot'. The redhead reached the room and he automatically began rummaging through the pantries. He wasn't allowed to eat the pasta until dinner because of his fear of what his brother would do to him when he returned from ... wherever he went so the man would have to settle for something else. Going out for pizza was a no because if the same brother came back while Feliciano was out, someone would be locked away in the workroom for slacking.
Finally, something peaked the Italian's interests. There were greens and just enough porchetta for a panini. Feliciano brought the two out onto the counter and unwrapped the small amount of pork, and searched for the loaf of bread he knew he had in a box elsewhere. Upon finding the ciabatta he had stored away from other's eyes, the man began to slice it and put together the small sandwich. This should tide him over until dinner. He picked it up and began it eat it, heading out of the kitchen to the front room, taking place on a stool in the corner of the space. Chocolate eyes glanced over to the door, silently praying for a pretty, young lady to walk through the door and make slacking from work worth the other form of boredom, loneliness.
The truth is we do.
[/b][/font]hello there my name is hidanE and i am 17 years old. not that old! i have roleplayed for over five years and am excited to be here! contact me at felicianov@live.com -MSN- and i came from livejournal and i'd like to say I have been roleplaying a long time but I'm only just about to hit my second year as Feliciano so I hope I have his character down enough!
BY FINISHING THIS APP hidanE AGREES HE/SHE WILL BE A ACTIVE & AWESOME RAINBOW IN THE THIS LOVELY SITE OF DAYCARE DISASTERS.
We work together to get things done.
[/b][/font]quotes are from jon stewart's rally to restore sanity and nice application was made for day care disasters. do not steal, or we will find you and pour cheerios all over your face. :C
-was at the rally pff- /shot
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