Post by Lovino Vargas on Nov 8, 2010 13:16:47 GMT -5
!L O V I N O – V A R G A S｡
ｰ N-ame || Lovino Vargas
ｰ A-liases || Romano
ｰ A-ge || 22
ｰ G-ender || Male, thank you very much.
ｰ F-amily || brother and grandfather
ｰ S-ight || No
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ｰ E-ye color ||Hazel
ｰ H-air color || Dark Brown
ｰ H-eight || 5’7”
ｰ W-eight || 135 lbs
ｰ S-kin tone || Light olive
ｰ D-efining features || One curl much longer than the rest coming from his part line that he hates to have touched; also has numerous smaller scars that have faded and are largely unnoticeable except for a few larger ones which he refuses to talk about.
ｰ A-dditional features || Has a slight build and is rather weak, but is very fast and decent with a knife.
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ｰ J-ob || Pirate
ｰ R-ank || Deck-hand (Cook, misc.)
ｰ R-eason for current profession || Needed to keep moving to avoid Ruthian agents seeking to retrieve him
ｰ H-ome town || Durndale
ｰ B-irth town || Granor
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ｰ P-ersonality ||
Romano has never been the nicest person; even as a child he was described as being rather prickly and not very affectionate. That is not to say that he doesn’t want affection-in fact he craves it. One of his deepest desires that he’d never ever admit to is just to be accepted and loved. However because of his experiences he hates to show weakness and so tries (and frequently fails) to stifle what he considers to be “weak” emotions.
He also is a rather pessimistic person, especially when it comes to his own failings. He recognizes that he’s not very good at most things and perhaps half of the reason why he doesn’t succeed more is that he convinces himself before he even tries that he can’t do it based on his past failures. One thing he has found himself good at though is keeping secrets. He’s kept them all his life: about his family, his childhood, information on the Ruthian’s hierarchy, his own opinions and feelings, etc.
He’s rather selfish. Quite frankly he doesn’t give a crap about the war between the Ruthians and the Military and how it’s affecting the common man, all he wants is to live somewhere quietly where he doesn’t have to be forever paranoid about getting caught. With all the excitement he’s had in his life he’d be perfectly happy just settling down somewhere to live out his days if he had the chance.
However despite all this he does actually try hard, even if it ends in failure over half the time. Some of his brother’s endless optimism must have rubbed off on him, he thinks, for despite being a pessimist in most cases, he still somehow keeps trying.
Romano is not a people-person. He never really developed all that great people skills because of his limited interactions with others as a child. However he finds it easier to talk to girls and can actually be very charming with them. He finds it easier to talk to girls because he has a few memories of them actually being nice to him and occasionally playing with a few local girls when he was very young as compared to the men in his life, including his grandfather and tutor, who were never that kind to him.
Overall though, he’s a rather angry, bitter young man. Because of everything he’s had to deal with in his life he’s not an especially happy person; he doesn’t really like many people and isn’t afraid to show it. Despite everything though, he really isn’t so bad once you get past his tough exterior. He acts mean, but isn’t truly a mean person. In fact he and his brother are more alike on the inside than he’d ever care to admit. Really though, all he wants in the end is a bit of happiness and to live an easy life even though he knows that’s most likely never going to happen.
ｰ L-ikes ||
・Tomatoes: They’re the best food ever known to man.
・Women: They were always nice to me, even nicer than my own family… I-I didn’t just say that!
・Cooking: It’s one of the few things I don’t screw up.
・Clothes: Just because I don’t have a lot of money doesn’t mean I can’t dress well, got that?
・His brother: Despite my complaints, I know he kinda tried at least to be nice…
ｰ D-islikes ||
・His Family: My brother was never there for me and my grandfather never loved me like he did Feliciano.
・Most people: Because they’re overly optimistic and happy idiots.
・Overly happy idiots: Goddamnit do I even have to explain this one?
・Military: Full of self-righteous idiots who go bossing everyone around!
・Ruthians: Won’t leave me alone! I already said I won’t squeal!
ｰ F-ears ||
・ Thunderstorms: I’ll admit that I was scared of them as a kid, but there’s no way I’d be scared of th-thunderstorms anymore!
・Francis Bonnefoy: He creeps the hell out of me.
・Getting caught: Damn it, if either side finds me I’m toast.
ｰ L-esser known facts ||
・ Despite him adamantly saying he hates his brother, he still keeps tabs on him.
・Has contacts he uses to keep an eye on his brother.
・Likes reading, especially romance and fantasy novels (“A world with personified nations- hah!”)
ｰ G-oals ||
・ To be left the hell alone
・To be accepted and maybe even one day be loved by someone.
・ To be and remain free
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ｰ H-istory ||
As a young child Lovino became well acquainted with the phrase “tough love”. At first he didn’t understand why he was treated the way he was. Why he was given preferential treatment by everyone, yet never got what he truly wanted which was just a little affection. When he was little he would occasionally try to hug his grandfather, but would only be rebuffed with a sharp retort. He quickly learned that trying to get his grandfather’s affection would not work so he instead sought only to at least get his attention. He’d break things, be rude to his tutors, not do as he was told, all as a way to get his grandfather’s attention. After all, even if it was negative attention at least this way he was noticed right?
Lovino always wondered why his younger brother his younger brother was treated so much better than him. Feliciano always got his grandfather’s attention and not him. Everyone seemed to like him so much better than himself. Not only that, but his younger brother could clean better, draw better, cook better, and just overall seemed better at things than him.
He wondered why he was forced to learn about geography and military tactics and be stuck inside learning while his brother would play outside without a care in the world. Why he was trained to be a good fighter harshly, almost brutally for one as young as him while Feliciano would merely paint and smile with that oblivious smile of his. Most of all he wondered why he was such a failure. Romano tried his hardest at everything he was taught hoping to maybe please his grandfather, but never could live up to their expectations. He was awful at geography, never understood military tactics, and was terrible at fighting to boot. Each time he failed and saw his tutor’s expression of disappointment or worse his grandfather’s expression of disappointment it hammered into him once more how worthless he was.
His childhood continued on much this way with him slowly getting a little better in his subjects, but never past the mediocre level, and quickly figuring out his few talents. For example, he found himself good at blending in: when he felt like getting away from it all he would disguise himself and go into town. He got caught and was brought back the first couple of times, but quickly figured out the best way to disguise himself. The best way to do so, he figured out, was to blend in. All he had to do was hide his most recognizable traits and then accentuate his more common ones and simply act like he belonged.
Another talent he figured out was cooking. While he knew he was no cook like his brother, he was definitely not half-bad. And though he wouldn’t admit it, much of what he learned came from watching his brother cook. Finally, his last and perhaps the one he was most proud of, was his ability with a knife. Once when he’d been 13 he’d been walking through the town, disguised as per usual, when he was attacked by a mugger. He only had a kitchen knife on him so he used that to defend himself and found himself surprisingly nimble with it. With his speed (another thing he was proud of even if it was supposed to be a “coward’s” trait) he managed to get close enough to slash his attacker's arms leaving him unable to fight back so he got away and ran back home both thrilled and horrified with what he’d done.
Ecstatic at least that he finally had something that would make his grandfather proud he rushed to him and told him about what happened. However, instead of praise all he got was yet another reprimand for sneaking out and getting himself into danger. After this event, he stopped trying to please his grandfather and once that was gone he found himself with little reason to continue with his training and tutelage. However, he kept up with it if only to keep up appearances. He also was trained in knife wielding and became decent with it, even though they never could drive out his first instinct, which was to run away and hide somewhere.
In the years that followed he got sent on his first missions largely being sent out to spy on the Military and occasionally an assassination or two, but always with a group because he wasn’t trusted to go out on his own, even though occasionally he’d sneak off. It was during one of those times that he first heard about the pirates: how they were the neutral party between the Ruthians and the Military, but even more important how they lived in the skies always on the move. He saw in them a chance to be something different. To be more than the failure stuck in his younger brother’s shadow that he always felt himself to be. So then, he started to plan.
Finally one day he had his chance. When he was 19 and his brother was 16, Feliciano found out what they were really doing. Honestly, he couldn’t believe how oblivious his brother was to only have found out then. True his grandfather had shielded him really well, but there were plenty of signs. Where did his brother think he disappeared to every so often? Either way it worked out well for him. In the chaos surrounding his brother he gathered his things and skipped town, using his disguising skills to make himself blend in and taking up an alias to further distance himself.
He knew he’d be hunted by the Ruthians in order to be either brought back or permanently silenced so that the information he knew about the organization couldn’t be revealed to the enemy so it was imperative that he find a new life and quickly. There was one advantage though; because he was supposed to have been his grandfather’s successor he and his brother’s existence had been a well-kept secret. Even among the lower levels of the Ruthian organization no one really knew nothing about them. Anyways, luck was on his side as he found himself in Sentaph where he spotted a docked pirate ship. He snuck onboard and stowed away on it. Upon discovery he bribed the captain, with some jewels he had taken with him and thus became the new deck-hand/cook.
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ｰ R-oleplay example ||
When Lovino heard the news he knew he had finally gotten his chance. His stupid brother had finally figured out who his precious grandfather really was and what they really do. Knowing him he was likely to cause a huge ruckus in his confrontation of their grandfather which would of course be to his benefit; this way everyone would be distracted.
Quickly he changed to his non-descript attire and grabbed his knapsack from under his bed. He had already pre-packed it for exactly an opportunity like this. In it were some essentials as well as some jewels he’d “borrowed” from the Ruthian treasury. He’d get some food in town while on his way out. Double-checking everything, he confirmed it was all there and quickly closed it tight and slung it over his shoulder. On the way out of his room he grabbed his knife, took one last look at his room over his shoulder hoping it’d be the last he would ever see of it, and tucked it into his belt and with that finally felt ready to take on the world.
He walked calmly through the house only briefly pausing at his brother’s door debating within himself on if he should leave a note or not. He decided against it, not having the time and knowing it’d only worry his brother further and make him cry in that god awful way of his. Once out of the house he immediately felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. But he knew not to get too cocky, he still had to put as much distance as possible between here and himself before they realized he was gone.
Strolling casually through town he briefly stopped and bought some hard bread and some other food that wouldn’t perish quickly and continued on his way. With each step his shoulders grew lighter and his heart felt heavier. Here he was, running away from everything he had ever known and venturing into a world he hardly knew. Yet it was worth it; at least this way he’d be free. At least this way he could be his own person. Maybe he didn’t know what he would do or even where he was going, but he felt sure in this one thing: that this was the only way he’d ever have a chance at being truly happy.
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ｰ U-sername || LovinoTomato
ｰ A-ge || 18
ｰ T-ime zone || GMT -6 (Central)
