SOUTH ITALY , lovino 'romano' vargas

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(((My Reflection)))

Nation: Southern Italy

Name: Lovino 'Romano' Vargas

Gender: Male

Appearance Age: Twenty three

Hair Color: Dark brunette

Eye Color: Hazel

Height: Five foot eight inches

Weight: one hundred and fourty four pounds

Appearance:


Romano isn’t the most muscular man in the world, sure his body is toned, with a bit of muscle and his stomach is flat which is surprising from all the food he eats however he certainly isn’t what one would call butch. His body is thin and light, compared to bulky and muscular which is probably due to his flighty nature and the fact he runs away a lot and fast. His skin has a soft olive complexion to it which isn’t really surprising considering he spent most of his days in hot countries. Romano’s eyes are a bright hazel in colour with flecks of lights green within them. His hair is a dark brunette in colour and isn’t exactly the tidiest hairstyle in the world, strands of brown reaches down to his lips and generally pokes out to the side half the time, especially if he hasn’t bothered to do anything to it. There is also a rather obvious trait to his hair which he can’t change, or he just can’t be bothered to and it’s the obvious signature curl which starts in the centre of his head and juts out to the right. He isn’t the tallest guy on the planet however he certainly isn’t the shortest and is a tiny bit taller than his younger brother, which he’s glad about; he doesn’t want to be short when he’s supposed to be the oldest.

(((Know Thyself )))

Personality:

If someone tells you that Romano is a rather charming and friendly young man, then you’re probably talking to a woman. The Italian is known for being a little bit of a flirt at times, and it is even more known that he treats females with respect and care - something he isn’t known for when it comes to men or on a general every-day basis. Romano is a rather unsocial and rude young man almost all of the time: he’s a spitting raging fireball of swear words, insults, and anger. It doesn’t take much for someone to set him off on a rage considering he can be rather easily annoyed at times. He has a seriously bad mouth on him; if he had a mother then she’d probably be washing his mouth out with soap every ten minutes due to Romano cursing about something or someone. Unfortunately it’s a habit and he doesn’t even know he’s swearing half the time.

He’s a rather stubborn one and refuses to back down once he’s made his mind up about something, even if he’s wrong he wouldn’t admit it simply because of his pride and stubbornness. He may not be the nicest person on the planet by far and though he may seem to just generally be a foul tempered jerk Romano actually has a different side behind his rough and rude exterior. In all honesty, he’s just as much of a coward as his brother is, perhaps even more at times and can be rather timid. That’s a small part of the reason why he’s so rude and aggressive, simply because he’s scared underneath his tough façade, using his anger to fend off others. Even though he hates showing people he’s a big old scaredy cat he can’t help but flee as soon as he sees an enemy army marching towards him. Funnily enough, even though he can be a big coward at times he seems to have no problem attempting to beat up Germany, Spain and even his younger brother when they annoy him. Most of the time though his fear is hidden behind aggression simply because he doesn’t want to look weak in front of anyone, especially his younger brother.

Romano can get jealous rather easily, especially when it concerns people he cares about, and he certainly isn’t ashamed to hide it or keep it bottled inside. If he’s pissed off that Italy is spending too much time with Germany, damn he’s going to say it. Romano isn’t really one to show his caring feelings very much, though he does obviously care for his brother and even Spain, it’s in a very blunt way and often he refuses to admit that he even looks out for them in the first place, even though he secretly does. He’s not the brightest crayon in the box either; let’s just say he has no clue how to work grenades and ends up throwing the pin instead. That pretty much says it all.

Lazy, Romano used to avoid doing chores and housework all the time during his time in Spain’s house: even now he only does it when it’s absolutely necessary. He’d much rather be sleeping in the sun or spending his time flirting with girls than working, he seems to put all the boring but serious stuff off all the time because of his laziness. He’s rather clumsy too, though it’s because of an illness he had when he was young and therefore often drops things and commits other embarrassing clumsy acts.


Likes:

★ Tomatoes
★ Spain, sometimes
★ Feliciano
★ Cooking
★ Turtles
★ Football
★ Winning
★ Women
★ Pizza, Pasta & Gelato
★ Churros
★ Siestas
★ Red Wine
★ Getting what he wants
★ The tomato gang (Spain, Netherlands & Belgium)
★ Singing, though only in private


Dislikes:

✖ Germany and German tourists
✖ Potatoes & Cheese
✖ Being bossed around by the Mafia
✖ People touching his curl, it's sensitive after all
✖ Wars and fighting
✖ Being looked down on
✖ Cold snowy places
✖ Being woken up from his siesta
✖ Losing & Failing
✖ His brother spending more time with that macho potato
✖ Foreign food (or so he says)
✖ Not getting what he wants
✖ Dogs
✖ His brother getting all the attention, especially from their Grandfather
✖ France



Fears:

☣ France, keep that pervert the hell away from him.
☣ Bulls. Ever since he was unwillingly forced to take part in the Running of the Bulls in Spain, Romano has refused to take part ever again after being tossed around and almost getting stabbed.
☣ Fighting and wars, he's a coward, enough said.
☣ Feliciano hating him or leaving him for Germany for good. He cares about his little brother, even though he doesn't show it often.


Secrets:

♦ Actually does enjoy some foreign food, he's simply too proud to admit it.
♦ Though he's kissed a few women in his life, to this very day, Romano regrets not having the guts to accept a kiss from Belgium when he was a kid. Though she was probably playing around with him.
♦ He used to wet the bed a lot when he was a kid, only Spain knows this and if that tomato-bastard ever tells a soul, he'll kick his ass!


Strengths:

★ Great speed & endurance
★ Skilled Pick pocket
★ Good cook
★ Actually rather skilled with guns
★ Determination
★ Actor, can act like the most badass person ever. Oh wait, he doesnt need to pretend because he already is!

Weaknesses:

✖ Coward
✖ Quick tempered
✖ Can be easily jealous
✖ Rather lazy
✖ Stubborn
✖ Hardly the physically strongest person ever

(((The Pages of History )))

History:

» 1494 - 1559

» 1559 - 1700s

» 1700s

» 1804 - 1814

» 1849

» 1848 - 1866

» 1870

» 1911 - 1912

» 1914 - 1918

» 1940 - 1945

» 1955

Allies:

» North Italy - Italian Wars of Independence
» Germany - World War Two
» Japan - World War Two
» Spain - Lived with him for a while
» Prussia - Italian Wars of Independence
» Austria - World War Two and lived with him for some time
» Hungary - World War Two
» England - World War One
» Russia - World War One
» France - Italian wars of Independence

Enemies:

» Austria - Wars of Italian Independence
» Austria-Hungary - World War One
» Germany - World War One
» France - World War Two
» Russia - World War Two
» England - World War Two
» America - World War Two
» China - World War Two
» Turkey - Italo-Turkish War

Sample Post:

“Come on you Russian bastards, bring it on! We can t-t-totally whip your fat drunken asses back home to your fucking mothers like the s-stupid idiots you are!” Teeth chattering and hazel eyes narrowing, Romano literally screamed violent abuse at the approaching Russian army, marching full steam ahead towards the eighth Italian army on the Eastern Front. The cold weather was horribly bitter and occasionally the Southern part of Italy would stomp his boot covered feet in annoyance ad frustration before growling a stream of profanity at the shitty weather and how he longed for the heat of Italy. This was all that damn potato bastards fault, if it wasn’t for him, then he wouldn’t even have to be here, staring in masked fear at the deadly looking army in the distance but hell was he going to let anyone else, or even them, know that he was secretly plotting to run away as soon as the first gunshot was fired. No way in hell was he going to freeze his ass off in this damn country while getting his butt layered with lead bullets. That didn’t stop him from screaming abuse at them though, as if his rough personality would make the fearsome approaching army rethink about countering against the Italians.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be working. “Damnnit!” Romano hissed out, kicking a small clump of snow in frustration as he stormed forward a few paces, leaned forward and screamed out. “Fine, if that’s what you want, we’ll damn well blow you all to smithereens! Don’t expect me to go easy on you, just because you are all fucking idiots from screwing up what little intelligence you had with your drinking problems!” Again, no signs of them running away. The brunette grimaced in annoyance, frustration and fear, his instincts telling him to just run away and leave the fighting to the rest of the troops. After all, there was plenty of them here to fight against the enemy they would soon be facing against, it wouldn’t matter if he slipped away, just for a minute.. Or forever. However his feet remained frozen to the spot, out of fear, confliction or just that the freezing weather had finally taken its toll he didn’t really know but they wouldn’t move whatever the reason was and that irritated the hell out of him. For god’s sake, he didn’t want to get shot but he didn’t want to back down just yet, there was still a chance he could get out of this fight injury free.

Taking in a nervous breath of bitter air, Romano stood as tall and confident as he could, a gentle cold wind ruffling his curl as he tried to swallow away the fear away, at least just for a second. “I’m feeling nice today so I’m going to give you until the count of three to leave; otherwise me and my men will annihilate you all on your own home turf!” He cried out, giving himself insanely huge credit for managing to actually speak without chattering his teeth from the cold. If the Italian tropes were backing him up on this amazing proposition, he didn’t notice considering he was too busy focusing on the force in front of him. Licking his lips and folding his arms across his chest, Romano allowed a small and overly confident and proud smirk to pull onto his lips as he tried to look as strong and tough as possible. “One.” The opponents stopped and the Southern part of Italy felt his insides leap with absolute joy and amazement. “Two..” His voice admitted power and strength as he glared at the army in the distance, his hazel eyes narrowed before widening in horror as he could have sworn their guns were now facing towards them. “Thr—“

“Ahhhhh!” An explosion of bangs drowned out Romano’s counting, however it certainly didn’t block out the terrified scream that unwillingly escaped his mouth yet, eyes wide with terror as he stumbled backwards in surprise and fell back into the snow as gunfire sounded all around him. A look of pure terror appeared on her features as he scrambled up to his hands and knees, heart pounding and limbs trembling from the terror and fear of possibly getting shot and injured as the two armies shot mercilessly at one another. He knew he should have ran away ages ago, he just knew it! And with a quiet whimper and a shriek, Romano proceeded to crawl through the crowd of his men, before scrambling up to his feet and dashing off into the distance, kicking up snow in his wake.


Did you read the rules and Dark Reflections Canon? Wurst is crap compared to the glorious Italian Pasta. You know it to be true.

Random fun fact about yourself: I've actually never roleplayed Hetalia before, wish me luck! <3

[Germany]

Your profile is
PENDING !

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Wow! First off, I want to say that I just ♥ your interpretation of South Italy! He really comes to life when you write him — the sample post cracked me up. You did really, really well on that. It’s so fluid, descriptive, in-character, and fun to read!

Ah, all talk and no action Romano. What would we do without you? :3

That being said, there are a few minor issues that are stopping me from accepting this profile as-is.

The first are your allies and enemies. You have names, which is nice, but no timeframes to go with them. For example, when was Austria an ally? When was he an enemy? On this site we list the names of the wars/conflicts and the enemies/allies the nation had for each one ( you don’t have to do *every* war or event, just the ones you find the biggest/most influential ). Check around in the “Accepted Apps” section to get a better idea of what I’m talking about here, since there are a variety of ways you can do this. Looking at North Italy’s would probably be very helpful in your case, since North and South Italy share much of the same history and North Italy did a very nice Allies/Enemies section.

Apart from that, you have a few more errors concerning commas than I generally like to see in a profile, particularly comma-splices. Go here and here for a quick and simple run-down on what these are and how to fix them, then come back and fix as many as you can. I’m not looking for perfection and I don’t expect you to get all of them, just do the best you can. To help you out, I’ve picked out a few and corrected them down below. Your writing is otherwise of very good quality, and after you get accepted I won’t be looking at your posts with a critical eye at all. ^^ (( Especially since your RP sample itself — the most important part — has few comma errors: it’s mostly the other sections for some reason. ))

Some Examples: ( Added/corrected stuff is in lawngreen )

The Italian is known for being a little bit of a flirt at times,[/color] and it is[/color] even more known that he treats females with respect and care —[/color] something he isn’t known for when it comes to men or on a general every-[/color]day basis.


Romano is a rather unsocial and rude young man almost all of the time:[/color] he’s a spitting raging fireball of swear words, insults,[/color] and anger.


Romano can get jealous rather easily,[/color] especially when it concerns people he cares about,[/color] and he certainly isn’t ashamed to hide it or keep it bottled inside.

( Note: depending one how much emphasis you want to place on the “especially when it concerns people he cares about” part, you can set it off with dashes “—” as well. )

Lazy, Romano used to avoid doing chores and housework all the time during his time in Spain’s house:[/color] even now he only does it when it’s absolutely necessary.

[Germany]

Your profile is
ACCEPTED !

Nicely done!

Welcome aboard your first Hetalia RP! You are free to post and plot to your heart's content now.