Post by italianfool on Aug 15, 2012 18:05:42 GMT -5
F eliciano Vargas
° N-ame || Feliciano Vargas
° A-liases || Veneciano, Feli
° A-ge || 20
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || Lovino - Brother
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° E-ye color || Hazelish honey
° H-air color || Light Brown
° H-eight || 5’7
° W-eight || 140 lbs
° D-efining features || He has a curl hanging off on the left side of his head; he also sports a scar across the center of his back though he never speaks of the reason.
° A-dditional features || Considering he’s from a minor noble family he dresses rather well, though seeing as Feli normally doesn’t care what he’s seen in he’d wear ‘commoner’s clothing- finding it much more comfortable to move around in. Due to his faith he also wears a golden cross around his neck.
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° J-ob || Draconian, artist/bureaucrat
° R-eason for current profession || While he was going to follow in the footsteps of his parents after their deaths Feliciano kept it up for appearance sake while his true passion lies in painting. He uses an alias when giving his paintings to the shops to sell and while he doesn’t make much off it he is content.
° D-istrict || N. Residential
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° P-ersonality ||
Feliciano acts quite oddly for someone with such a background; he’s friendly, warm, outgoing and very easy to please. Helping others is one of the few things in life that bring him joy though this tends to make other’s suspicious of him, thinking he wants money in exchange but, in reality it’s just who he is. Ever since he was a child he always thought of himself as being in the way of his older brother and as such he rarely ever tried with anything given to him and still always managed to succeed. He loves his brother dearly and while he always tries his best to stay out of the other’s way as much as possible his plans never seem towork.
Despite all his cheerfulness the death of their parents as well as an incident with some Rufian’s in the past, leading to the scar on his back, has left it’s mark on the boy. This manifests itself as a deep-rooted, extremly intense nervous streak. Feliciano is easily startled and reacts to fear and unexpected pains by crying, frantically apologizing or running off in a panic. Because of this most of the upperclassmen find that he’s rather easily intimidated into doing what they want- to a point. He can get very determined and push back with suprisingly strong force when it comes to those he cares about- an example of this is when he makes deals in event he tightest of situations to garauntee his and his brother’s safety. His common sense isn’t very useful and he can come across as ignorant or useless when in fact he’s very insightful.
Perhaps the strangest thing is how forgiving Feliciano can be. Except in a few rare instances, he'll forgive anyone for anything they do to him. It might seem to be part of his Catholicism. He also almost never holds grudges, and the few times he does have one he tends not to hold onto them for very long
° L-ikes ||
• Art/Architecture
• Family
• Painting
• Drinking
° D-islikes ||
• Paperwork
• Ignorance
• Being kicked around
• Talking about the past
° F-ears ||
• Ruthians
• Aircrafts
• Losing his brother
• Himself
° G-oals ||
• Making the country peaceful enough for his brother to live in
• To become a famous artist
• Defeating the darkness in himself
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° H-istory ||
As a child Feliciano was much more withdrawn and quiet. He always attended the lesson’s like he was told to but it was clear he never really tried during the session’s, which amazed the tutors when he kept getting the good grades he did. Of course, there were times he snuck away with his brother only to cry and freak out when caught. He has no memories of his parents and as such he’s not sure if he should truly be upset tht their gone- though in recent years their death becomes a major factor in his nervousness. Still, due to his father being a Draconian he was raised in formal educations along with matters of the bureaucracy; however, he once again hardly ever tried to give his brother a chance at something and once again he failed.
Doing the math was easy enough for him and the numbers seemed to pop into his head whenever solving a problem; and finally Feliciano started to try. He started getting more active in his studies as well as interacting with everyone he met- his teachers were thankful though due to his constant babbling they never could quite understand him. The only time he snuck away on his own was when he was thirteen and even back in childhood his sense of direction was terrible; during his walk he’d discovered some underground tunnels and being the curious boy he was decided to investigate. It was during this time he ran into a group of Ruthian’s and at the time they’d mistaken him for a spy, oh sure he tried to run but in the end one of them had managed a hit- with what he never knew but it was this incident that left him with the scar; by the time they realized their mistake the group fled save for one. He never saw his face but, he was sure it was that man that’d left him in the medical district for someone to find. His brother had arrived hours later, scolding him for running off and scaring him as much as he had- though later he believed this was the starting point of his fear for Ruthians. At some point in his life Feliciano found himself converting to Catholicism believing that God had been watching out for both him and his brother and that things would be alright in the end; he has no problem about being open about his religion and perhaps it’s because of his personality that people never questioned him about it.
Things calmed down after that and he resumed his usual routine of studying and preparing for what lay ahead, by this time he’d grown interested in art and even started drawing. When that became a bore he asked one of his tutors, a very nice older woman, who once mentioned she was a painter at one point to teach him. It fascinated him and unlike everything else he’d done in his life it was something he had to work for- and gradually he improved. Painting to him was an escape from the troubles of the country and it also gave him a chance to put how he truly feels on canvas. By the time he was 18 he assumed the alias of ‘Veneci’ and started leaving his paintings at some shops hoping to see them up for sale soon, some of them ended outside in trash where anyone who wanted them could take. But as time passed he started noticing some of his work in shop windows and one day money had been left for him and he knew one of them had sold. But all good things must come to an end because by the time he turned 19 he was offered a position in the government- a bureaucrat, the same as his older brother. Knowing they’d need whatever money came their way he accepted the job and the paintings were put on hold. The paperwork is a pain and he still gets lost a few times while on deliveries but, he knows his position well enough to do whatever comes his way without any fuss. Today he’s started painting at night and delivers them to the shops at the same hours, he does not openly reject the Ruthians like many do, in fact, he supports the group silently hoping that peace will come to the city once more. Because the thing he wishes for the most is for his brother to live happily and at peace somewhere.
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° R-oleplay example ||
The silence was almost defeaning and he found himself wondering how long it’d been since he’s snuck away from the house; his tutor would be furious with him and he imagined they were already looking around for him. Although he felt a little guilty for skipping out on a lesson Feliciano didn’t see the harm in missing just one in his whole life and besides these underground tunnels were fascinating! While he could easily tell you the layout of the city he’d never known that such a place was underground; okay so it was a little creepy but if you got past that they seemed so full of life. That made sense right? It did to him anyways and he was sure not many people came down here, then again there were many signs people had been here- maybe even lived. Strange, why would somebody live down here when there were so mny places in the city to reside…immediately he shook the thoughts from his mind and continued on his way.
‘I should have brought Lovi along, I think he’d like it down here too.~’
…………
Well, that was probably untrue, the only thing his brother would have enjoyed was sneaking away and then the two would have gone separate ways. Hanging out with his brother was always fun but even he understood they both needed the space every once in awhile. He wasn’t sure how far he’d gotten from the house by now though seeing a light up ahead he figured he was close enough to an exit. How wrong he was. The light in question was from a fire and from the light of the flames he could make out three faces. The one who he had the clearest view of, a large very well built man with slicked back blonde hair, noticed him first and grabbed for the sword by his side.
‘Who are you?!’
‘Ah relax Lud he’s just a kid.’
‘….Using a kid for a spy huh? That’s a new tactic.’
“Veh! I-I’m Feli-wait, spy?” Honied orbs widened in fear as realization after realization sunk in; Ruthian’s…and they though he was a- oh God they were going to kill him. Tremors ran through him, backing away in fear before he turned to run not having to look back to know they were in pursuit. He could scream but, would anyone above be able to hear him? Would they even care enough to look? “P-Please don’t kill me! I promise I’m no spy!”
His cries fell on deaf ears and the one who first spoke grabbed him by the shoulder, before pain shot across his back scream ripping from his throat. This was it wasn’t it? He was going to die down here and no one would know. Oh God, Lovi! His brother would be all alone…no, no that couldn’t happen! Trying to run once again proved to be futile and the boy fell to the ground tears streaming down his face, his back felt wet and sticky- it hurt to no end. It was like an itch he couldn’t reach. At first there was laughter amongst the group but then, something changed and he didn’t know why they’d suddenly stopped; wait, that blonde he- he recognized him from somewhere. He tried to question the man but the only thing to escape him was a strained moan of pain; and the last thing he heard before the world went dark was the hurried shuffling of men in retreat.
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° U-sername || italianfool
° A-ge || 20
° T-ime zone || UTC-7 [Mountain Time]
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || ‘Help’ by the Beatles
° N-ame || Feliciano Vargas
° A-liases || Veneciano, Feli
° A-ge || 20
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || Lovino - Brother
\-|-°-|-/
° E-ye color || Hazelish honey
° H-air color || Light Brown
° H-eight || 5’7
° W-eight || 140 lbs
° D-efining features || He has a curl hanging off on the left side of his head; he also sports a scar across the center of his back though he never speaks of the reason.
° A-dditional features || Considering he’s from a minor noble family he dresses rather well, though seeing as Feli normally doesn’t care what he’s seen in he’d wear ‘commoner’s clothing- finding it much more comfortable to move around in. Due to his faith he also wears a golden cross around his neck.
\-|-°-|-/
° J-ob || Draconian, artist/bureaucrat
° R-eason for current profession || While he was going to follow in the footsteps of his parents after their deaths Feliciano kept it up for appearance sake while his true passion lies in painting. He uses an alias when giving his paintings to the shops to sell and while he doesn’t make much off it he is content.
° D-istrict || N. Residential
\-|-°-|-/
° P-ersonality ||
Feliciano acts quite oddly for someone with such a background; he’s friendly, warm, outgoing and very easy to please. Helping others is one of the few things in life that bring him joy though this tends to make other’s suspicious of him, thinking he wants money in exchange but, in reality it’s just who he is. Ever since he was a child he always thought of himself as being in the way of his older brother and as such he rarely ever tried with anything given to him and still always managed to succeed. He loves his brother dearly and while he always tries his best to stay out of the other’s way as much as possible his plans never seem towork.
Despite all his cheerfulness the death of their parents as well as an incident with some Rufian’s in the past, leading to the scar on his back, has left it’s mark on the boy. This manifests itself as a deep-rooted, extremly intense nervous streak. Feliciano is easily startled and reacts to fear and unexpected pains by crying, frantically apologizing or running off in a panic. Because of this most of the upperclassmen find that he’s rather easily intimidated into doing what they want- to a point. He can get very determined and push back with suprisingly strong force when it comes to those he cares about- an example of this is when he makes deals in event he tightest of situations to garauntee his and his brother’s safety. His common sense isn’t very useful and he can come across as ignorant or useless when in fact he’s very insightful.
Perhaps the strangest thing is how forgiving Feliciano can be. Except in a few rare instances, he'll forgive anyone for anything they do to him. It might seem to be part of his Catholicism. He also almost never holds grudges, and the few times he does have one he tends not to hold onto them for very long
° L-ikes ||
• Art/Architecture
• Family
• Painting
• Drinking
° D-islikes ||
• Paperwork
• Ignorance
• Being kicked around
• Talking about the past
° F-ears ||
• Ruthians
• Aircrafts
• Losing his brother
• Himself
° G-oals ||
• Making the country peaceful enough for his brother to live in
• To become a famous artist
• Defeating the darkness in himself
\-|-°-|-/
° H-istory ||
As a child Feliciano was much more withdrawn and quiet. He always attended the lesson’s like he was told to but it was clear he never really tried during the session’s, which amazed the tutors when he kept getting the good grades he did. Of course, there were times he snuck away with his brother only to cry and freak out when caught. He has no memories of his parents and as such he’s not sure if he should truly be upset tht their gone- though in recent years their death becomes a major factor in his nervousness. Still, due to his father being a Draconian he was raised in formal educations along with matters of the bureaucracy; however, he once again hardly ever tried to give his brother a chance at something and once again he failed.
Doing the math was easy enough for him and the numbers seemed to pop into his head whenever solving a problem; and finally Feliciano started to try. He started getting more active in his studies as well as interacting with everyone he met- his teachers were thankful though due to his constant babbling they never could quite understand him. The only time he snuck away on his own was when he was thirteen and even back in childhood his sense of direction was terrible; during his walk he’d discovered some underground tunnels and being the curious boy he was decided to investigate. It was during this time he ran into a group of Ruthian’s and at the time they’d mistaken him for a spy, oh sure he tried to run but in the end one of them had managed a hit- with what he never knew but it was this incident that left him with the scar; by the time they realized their mistake the group fled save for one. He never saw his face but, he was sure it was that man that’d left him in the medical district for someone to find. His brother had arrived hours later, scolding him for running off and scaring him as much as he had- though later he believed this was the starting point of his fear for Ruthians. At some point in his life Feliciano found himself converting to Catholicism believing that God had been watching out for both him and his brother and that things would be alright in the end; he has no problem about being open about his religion and perhaps it’s because of his personality that people never questioned him about it.
Things calmed down after that and he resumed his usual routine of studying and preparing for what lay ahead, by this time he’d grown interested in art and even started drawing. When that became a bore he asked one of his tutors, a very nice older woman, who once mentioned she was a painter at one point to teach him. It fascinated him and unlike everything else he’d done in his life it was something he had to work for- and gradually he improved. Painting to him was an escape from the troubles of the country and it also gave him a chance to put how he truly feels on canvas. By the time he was 18 he assumed the alias of ‘Veneci’ and started leaving his paintings at some shops hoping to see them up for sale soon, some of them ended outside in trash where anyone who wanted them could take. But as time passed he started noticing some of his work in shop windows and one day money had been left for him and he knew one of them had sold. But all good things must come to an end because by the time he turned 19 he was offered a position in the government- a bureaucrat, the same as his older brother. Knowing they’d need whatever money came their way he accepted the job and the paintings were put on hold. The paperwork is a pain and he still gets lost a few times while on deliveries but, he knows his position well enough to do whatever comes his way without any fuss. Today he’s started painting at night and delivers them to the shops at the same hours, he does not openly reject the Ruthians like many do, in fact, he supports the group silently hoping that peace will come to the city once more. Because the thing he wishes for the most is for his brother to live happily and at peace somewhere.
\-|-°-|-/
° R-oleplay example ||
The silence was almost defeaning and he found himself wondering how long it’d been since he’s snuck away from the house; his tutor would be furious with him and he imagined they were already looking around for him. Although he felt a little guilty for skipping out on a lesson Feliciano didn’t see the harm in missing just one in his whole life and besides these underground tunnels were fascinating! While he could easily tell you the layout of the city he’d never known that such a place was underground; okay so it was a little creepy but if you got past that they seemed so full of life. That made sense right? It did to him anyways and he was sure not many people came down here, then again there were many signs people had been here- maybe even lived. Strange, why would somebody live down here when there were so mny places in the city to reside…immediately he shook the thoughts from his mind and continued on his way.
‘I should have brought Lovi along, I think he’d like it down here too.~’
…………
Well, that was probably untrue, the only thing his brother would have enjoyed was sneaking away and then the two would have gone separate ways. Hanging out with his brother was always fun but even he understood they both needed the space every once in awhile. He wasn’t sure how far he’d gotten from the house by now though seeing a light up ahead he figured he was close enough to an exit. How wrong he was. The light in question was from a fire and from the light of the flames he could make out three faces. The one who he had the clearest view of, a large very well built man with slicked back blonde hair, noticed him first and grabbed for the sword by his side.
‘Who are you?!’
‘Ah relax Lud he’s just a kid.’
‘….Using a kid for a spy huh? That’s a new tactic.’
“Veh! I-I’m Feli-wait, spy?” Honied orbs widened in fear as realization after realization sunk in; Ruthian’s…and they though he was a- oh God they were going to kill him. Tremors ran through him, backing away in fear before he turned to run not having to look back to know they were in pursuit. He could scream but, would anyone above be able to hear him? Would they even care enough to look? “P-Please don’t kill me! I promise I’m no spy!”
His cries fell on deaf ears and the one who first spoke grabbed him by the shoulder, before pain shot across his back scream ripping from his throat. This was it wasn’t it? He was going to die down here and no one would know. Oh God, Lovi! His brother would be all alone…no, no that couldn’t happen! Trying to run once again proved to be futile and the boy fell to the ground tears streaming down his face, his back felt wet and sticky- it hurt to no end. It was like an itch he couldn’t reach. At first there was laughter amongst the group but then, something changed and he didn’t know why they’d suddenly stopped; wait, that blonde he- he recognized him from somewhere. He tried to question the man but the only thing to escape him was a strained moan of pain; and the last thing he heard before the world went dark was the hurried shuffling of men in retreat.
\-|-°-|-/
° U-sername || italianfool
° A-ge || 20
° T-ime zone || UTC-7 [Mountain Time]
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || ‘Help’ by the Beatles
