Antonio Fernández Carriedo || Spain Feb 8, 2013 19:21:11 GMT -5
Post by Antonio Fernández Carriedo on Feb 8, 2013 19:21:11 GMT -5
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° N-ame || Antonio Fernández Carriedo
° A-liases || Tonio, Toni
° A-ge || 25
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily ||
Father, alive and well, although his exact location is unknown.
A distant brother/sister. ((I'll leave this open for when we have a Portugal — I consider them brothers, but since Portugal doesn't have a canon gender or identity, I'll let the player choose as they please.))
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° E-ye color || Green
° H-air color || Dark brown
° H-eight || 1.75 cm - 5'9" ft
° W-eight || 70kg - 154 lbs
° D-efining features || His expressive green eyes are usually the first thing you should see. Antonio wears his heart upon his sleeve, and just one glance up at the man's face is enough to tell just what he feels at the moment. He's been told to change, and life is never easy for people who keep their emotions so raw, but the young man simply doesn't know any other way to behave — And nor does he wishes to change, as he fails to see the point in hiding any form of emotion whatsoever.
He also carries a small tattoo on his upper back, an outline of a bull's head, and the reason for it is simple: in case he's captured, or hurt, it's a reference amongst the pirates on just where to drop him off. Antonio likes to believe he's a rather known pirate, which renders the tattoo almost irrelevant, but he likes to keep it so — you can't really erase tattoos anyway. Besides, it's not a place where authorities might check often, which also grants him some safety.
° A-dditional features || Antonio has a muscular built and tanned skin, result of his years as a pirate. He is, however, more agile than strong, usually preferring quick maneuvers and more numerous, fast attacks to harsh and ending blows. His skin has grown accustomed to the heavy sun, which quickly gives him out as a man who's not, as you'd put it, your average noble. Still, he tries to keep his clothes at best — not when he's out at the sea, never, but when he's at Granor most certainly as, after all, he has been a nobleman once. The brunet also has more strength in his arms, keeping his legs for dodging and running mostly, and the ass, for show. No, really, Antonio is quite aware of the talked going on behind closed doors about his behind but… Well, you won't see him complaining.
His hair is a bit curly however, Antonio usually cuts it quite short, giving the impression it's simply wavy. He inherited it from his mother, same as the darker skin, and he is very proud of it. His features, however, are that of a typical nobleman: thin nose, strong jaw, a sharp look and a proud smile. The years however, haven't been great, so it's not rare to see the man bleeding or even with a black eye once in a while — nothing that would make him unrecognizable, still. The eyes, green as his father's, are his trademark, with short, almost inexistent lashes. His eyebrows are thin, and not quite expressive as his eyes tend to be, yet, it harmonizes well with the rest of his face.
Lastly, this pirate also has his fair share of scars, which came from both battles and escapades. Still, they are there for anyone who undresses him to see, another proof that he isn't quite your usual nobleman. Antonio doesn't care much about them, as they rarely itch or annoy him, and depending on his free time and mood (although a good wine helps too), he might as well even tell how he got them. Now, if the story he tells is truth or not, that's for the listener to decide.
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° J-ob || Noble, Pirate
° R-eason for current profession || A nobleman by birth and pirate by excellence, Antonio has found in this shady way of life the solution to all his problems: it's much easier to get information at the port than behind any fancy office desk, and the freedom to come and go as he pleases is not something the brunet would trade. Alas, it's a great opportunity to claim a considerable amount of gold, and it's not like Antonio would ever say 'no' to that.
° D-istrict || N. Residential
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° P-ersonality || A cheerful man by nature, Antonio is always seen with a wide, bubbly smile and a disposition to be everyone's friend by nature. Very few things tend to get him down, and the man sometimes tries even too hard not to get his temper get the best of him — which is quite the effort, given how shot-tempered the brunet can be. He laughs easily and his gestures tend to follow the light nature the man seems to wield: he is prone to hugging, and personal space can be, sometimes, a strange concept for Antonio to grasp. His humor, however, may shift on rainy days, or when things don't quite go his way but even then, the brunet will try his best to smile and nod — even if it requires him to curse loudly in the tongue his mother taught him first.
Raised to be a successful nobleman, however, his father made sure that Antonio would be a Noble and behave as such. He never lost the touch of how to be polite, over the course of the years, except perhaps when talking to his crew or other pirates, but Antonio has long forgotten many of the costumes. Still, one thing he's managed to hold onto well: his posture and pride. The brunet walks with his chin up, despite the easy smile and charming laugh, and many dare even call him arrogant for that — which is hilarious, because most arrogant people do tend to tick Antonio off, and perhaps, that's just proof of how selfish he can be. From his father, he also kept a strong religious side, and tucked under his clothes there is always a golden crucifix, a family heirloom. It's quite the strange thought that a pirate can believe so strongly in a superior being, but Antonio does, in both good and bad times, which may lead him to feel quite guilty for any past actions. Still, he tries not to overdo it, keyword being try.
It goes without saying that Antonio is a man of actions, not words. While he can be smart if he focuses and set his mind into it, sarcasm and subtlety are not the man's strong points. In fact, he can prove to be horribly dense most of times, failing to catch the innuendos on the negotiations only to then, get himself into far more trouble than he possibly bargained for. It also doesn't help that the brunet has the temper of an angry bull: He is harsh, quick to judge, always losing his patience at the smallest things and getting into fights that could be avoided, getting worked-up over nothing. No matter how much Antonio dislikes making enemies, due to that, they come as easy as the friends.
He is not all harshness and pride, however, as with his bubbly smile he does have a sweet and caring side. The days as a pirate may have roughed his edges up, and forced him to behave perhaps with a stronger façade than he would rather have, but if a friend's in trouble, the brunet with drop anything he's doing and instead, do everything in his reach to help. He has this strange sense of duty that, whenever he spots a sour face on, he should do his best to turn it into a nice, bright smile! Sadly, it does end up on him being mistaken for 'annoying', not friendly, many times. When it comes to romance, Antonio is a passionate, fierce man, and will not hold back from showing his feelings for the world to see — A sap, in resume, but an adorable one.
° L-ikes ||
A good sangria after work
Sword-fighting — However, on rare occasions he'll use an axe for the dirty job
Competitions — friendly or not
His family — which includes his crew
° D-islikes ||
People blowing his airship
Arrogant people — especially a certain pair of bushy eyebrows sailing around
Being looked down on
Running out of sangria
° F-ears ||
Death — or, at least, before he completes his goals
Losing his ship
Loosing his freedom to travel as he pleases
That this petty war between Ruthians and Draconians could get his family killed one day
° G-oals ||
Become a fearless pirate, and have his own Invincible Armada.
Gain back the prestige the Fernández family once had, and eventually settle down as a simple Noble.
Find a partner with whom he can keep a stable relationship with.
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° H-istory || Antonio Fernández Carriedo is the son of Fernando, a nobleman and rich Draconian, and Isabel, the daughter of a farm owner in the outskirts of Ganor. It is said that Fernando discovered Isabel on a trip back home, to the Noble Residential district where the Fernández family kept an imposing house, and he wooed her for a week before Isabel's father finally allowed her to take a walk with the strange Draconian who had presented himself during that Autumn. After the Carriedo family confirmed they had no ties to the Ruthians and the marriage took place, Isabel moved in with Fernando to Granor. Three years after the marriage they had a son, Antonio, and it would remain as such.
He received the best of the noble education under the care of Fernando, even though Isabel also had her culture to share: a strange language that isn't spoken in Granor, and a special knowledge of gardening and plants. He didn't learn to be a good healer as his mother was, but he learned how to plant tomatoes, which he carries on to this day. From his father, Antonio was shaped from a loud and hyperactive boy into a little noble, the important son who would one day pass the surname on. However, when the boy was around thirteen, his life took a 360° turn.
It turned out that one of Fernando's friends, a fellow Draconian who wanted the high job as a banker Mr. Fernández had, exposed the Carriedo's ties to the Ruthians. Fernando's morale went downhill with the news, and even after the woman pushed on and insisted those had been lies, that the man had done it for money, there was not much to be done. Antonio was sent, with his mother, away from the noble district, under a cunning maneuver Fernando had plotted it himself, to live on the countryside as farmers. Isabel taught him how to fend for himself, as the luxurious way of life they had would not be of use anymore. It is true that they never faced any remarkable time of difficulty, as Antonio's father kept sending money no matter what, but the family was not tied together as it once had been.
When Antonio turned sixteen, a strong flu took his mother and grandparents away. With nowhere to go, the boy travelled to Ganor again, to meet up with his father as he had been instructed so. Up to this day, is unclear to Antonio how his father managed to keep his job after the scandal, but the change had been visible once he had seen the man again: he had aged considerably, and their residence was no longer the imposing manor where Antonio had grown up, but instead a cramped house with scarce mobilia in a less imposing side of the Noble district. The teenage didn't have the formal education or skill to take up his father's job at the bank, but Fernando kept him close anyway — never confirming or denying that Antonio was his only child.
One week after his return, Antonio woke up to an empty house and a strange letter on his bedside. The letter, signed by the government, emancipated him as the heir to the Fernández-Carriedo family, allowing the brunet to keep the small house where he lived. Sadly, however, his father had been transfered, but was alive and well. Sometimes, Antonio receives letter signed by his father, but they're quick and usually very unclear about what the man is doing, or where he is. It's almost as if he's dead, but the brunet refuses to believe so, always replying to them faithfully, although in the same manner: unclear about what he does, or who he turned out to be.
Without a job and with a house in the noble district to keep, Antonio began searching for a way to make money soon, and lots of it, with whatever he knew. It didn't take long, but eventually, when he began to talk with the merchants at the docks — and even do small favors for them — a strange man who hid himself in crafted tunics and wielded a curved sword made him an offer he couldn't refuse. The deal, as Antonio heard, would be to work at the man's airship for one year, but luckily, the green-eyed teenager managed to stretch it to until he was eighteen. The small lessons on Geography he had received as a child came to help and, under the man's wing, Antonio learned not only how to sail, but also bargain and fight with a sword in a less-than-noble way. It didn't take him too long to notice he was sailing under a pirate flag, and the payment was minimal, at best, but he won information.
By the time he was eighteen, and free from the merchant's rule, Antonio had successfully set up a small crew and a minimal airship. As a captain (an awful, clumsy one at first) he manged to gain his men's respect, trust, and three years after he bought himself an imposing airship. Said beauty is the one keeps now, painted maroon with golden entails: «el Clavel», or The Carnation. Nowadays, Antonio is twenty-five and a renowed pirate, with his crew's loyalty and quite a handful of allies. He's managed to hold onto the small house he inherited when he was sixteen, too, faking the paperwork and claiming he is nothing but a busy merchant, yet he rarely visits the place, afraid of the government finding and arresting him for his crimes. Life could get better, however, and now, the brunet focuses his plans on how to bring the family back to his former glory.
That story, though, is yet to be written.
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° R-oleplay example || The wind was not being remotely friendly today. Antonio whined under his breath, fixing his coat lapels as he pouted at the rain outside — what an awful day! His green eyes scanned the airship, a bit squint as it was hard to see in the middle of the fog and heavy rain. The winds made the airship swing like crazy, strong gusts of hair cutting through the turbines, and what a great thing that he had grown used to it, or else he would be vomiting by now. Antonio's lips jerked aside at the thought as he huffed again, tightening his coat at the heavy wind. He wished so bad the storm would settle down! They had cargo to pick up at a nearby island, Antonio was certain, and this rain was doing everything but helping this poor pirate finish his shady deal at peace.
Not that he'd dare complain much, he knew God had made the rain and everything had its purpose in this wide round world, but why today?! Antonio mindlessly reached over the crucifix he kept tucked under his clothes, running his hand over it as he muttered a prayer. Most of his prayers never turned out as he wished, but he would carry on with the habit anyway, even if he felt silly half the time. The rain hit his shoulders and wet his coat once again, his hat, until he was drenched — a marvelous reply. Antonio hated being drenched, but what to do? He crossed his arms, groaning again and muttering nonsense in a rapid manner until he ran out of things to say, or whatever else to do.
"Sir?" It was one of his men, a chubby and bald older sailor under the name Gregory. "It's a ship nearby, they're signaling at us." He explained further, gesturing a bit at his captain, the red bandana over his bald head doing a poor job of keeping the rain away from his eyes.
"Well, what they want?" Antonio replied, crossing his arms before he looked in the direction the man had pointed him so. Ah, there in the distance, he could see a faint light, and a strange pirate flag marked by a fleur-de-lis. Huh, how suspicious... That wasn't a Draconian airship, was it? The brunet clicked his tongue, turning to face Gregory once again.
"I have no idea, sir, but they don't seem to be attacking us… I think their captain wants a word with you." A word? Right, that was new! Antonio laughed at it, took off his hat and squeezed it until the water dripped down, then put in on again with a wide, playful grin. Things were growing boring... Perhaps his prayers had been answered, in a wayward fashion.
"A word, you say? Perhaps they're friendly!" The shorter man chirped, patting the other over the shoulder before any and all of Antonio's attention was directed towards other airship. He couldn't see clearly with the rain, despite the fact it was still day, but they seemed to have their canons down, a good sign to be greeted with. Also, if anything, Antonio had this… This feeling he should see this captain, talk and perhaps, if things went wrong, fight his way back to his ship. He had the gut feeling that thisfleur-de-lis was not a bad omen, but was he right? The pirate scratched his own nose, lips twitching into a small pout as the thought for a moment… Well, no problem in finding out.
Finally, Antonio fixed his wet coat, tugging it forward to look more presentable and, with a quick wave of hand, he shouted merrily at the airship, the best of his grin plastered on his face. When they heard it from the other side, the airship docked close, and Antonio prepared himself a rope to swing to the other side. The brunet hoped the captain would greet him warmly, and perhaps, they'd even sign an alliance… What? He was starting as a pirate, no harm done in having someone watching your back for once!
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° U-sername || lafuriaroja
° A-ge || 19
° T-ime zone || GMT -3
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