Post by lovinovargas on Jan 29, 2012 22:26:01 GMT -4
name of character
Name: Lovino Vargas
Nation: Southern Italy
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Occupation: Owns a Tailor Shop
Affiliation: Government
Superpower: Illusions- Not only is he good with any gun due to his high position in his country's Mafia, he also has a very nice superpower. He can get into a person's brain and trick them, giving them an illusion. Almost like a mirage, he can make it seem he is in front of someone when in truth he is behind them. And with enough concentration he can even tweak his own appearance a bit when necessary. The only weakness of this power is the most he's ever held a decent Illusion was 6 minutes.
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Personality: He's the strong, never silent type. Lovino always has a word to put in, no matter the situation. He has a very intense and large vocabulary with cusses especially. Most of them are aimed towards the various Germans his fratello affiliates himself with for most of his days. Although he won't admit who he loves, Lovino does love his Fratello and a certain someone else. He wants to protect Feliciano from all the big, bad Germans. Even though he himself runs away from them half the time.
Spain is a big part of Lovino's life. He raised him and he has a special place in his heart for putting up with his sorry butt that Austria displaced. He's the one who showed him tomatoes and kindness even though Lovino is anything but kind. Truthfully he still has some locked up hatred since that day he left to conquer, but Lovino doesn't treat him any different than the usual cussing and slapping.
Likes:
- Tomatoes- Obviously from Spain's influence and the fact their scattered about his house and garden. You can seemingly always find one on him.
- Clothing- Considering he owns a tailor shop this isn't much of a surprise. He loves keeping up with the latest Fashion in Italy and can be caught with a Fashion magazine in hand sometimes.
- Soft Music- None of that loud, annoying Rock or pop. Slow jazz and melodic beats that soothe the brain is the sort of music Lovino likes.
- Reading- A good book with no pictures if what he enjoys. Whenever he's overly frustrated, he simply finds a book and a nice quiet spot and reads.
- Gardening- He especially loves gardening tomatoes, but he plants many other arrays of veggies too. It's always a good feeling to get down and dirty, pulling some weeds from his fine plants.
Dislikes:
- Being bossed around- The last thing he enjoys is being told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. His own stubbornness makes him always right, all the time. No use telling him orders.
- The dark- Ever since he was little, the dark never suited him. He hates being alone in the dark. Unless someone is there next to him to soothe/calm him, it won't be pretty.
- Being alone- Ever since that one day Spain left to go conquer, Lovino has never been fond of an empty house. Or being alone, as well. It's nice to have alone time once and a while, but he does love being around others as well.
- Turtles- He usually isn't fond of animals, but turtles especially. No matter how many Spain crams in his face he won't love them.
- Sports- No Lovino does not like sports. He is not Spanish, he will not get up and yell at the TV when the Referee is wrong. He doesn't mind watching them, just don't expect him to get into them.
Fatal Flaw: Of course he has more than one Fatal Flaw. He's human. Although most find his sharp, cussing mouth to be his flaw, it's actually not in all truth. His one fatal flaw is that he bottles himself up. Showing emotions other than anger or discontent are hard for him. You have to dig past all his words to find the truth he's really saying.
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Roleplay Sample:
His eyes flickered in the morning light. Up and down, up and down. Trying to block out the irritating sunlight and various other forms of light from penetrating his deep sleep. Slowly but steadily his eyes gave up, making way for the sun. The dilated pupils of his brown eyes slowly took in the light, opening up fully. They blinked twice as he sluggishly edged himself up the backboard of the bed against his pillow, and he emitted a groan. Stretching out two olive colored arms over his head and to his sides, he surveyed the mess of a bed. Pillows sagged lazily off the sides of the bed, sheets were twisted and tangled, and the whole thing smelled softly of spices and tomatoes. ‘WAIT. Tomatoes?’ The word tomatoes bounced through his head. He pulled his arm close to his nose and sniffed. ‘Not me…Shit’
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OOC Information
Name: Lovi or Chloe
Contact Information: PM
Timezone: EST
Code: Spamano, USUK, GerIta, Nyo!Spamano, Nyo!GerIta
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