Post by lovino on Jul 17, 2010 21:18:44 GMT -5
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars ? ★彡
(((My Reflection)))
Nation: Repubblica Italiana
South Italy
Name: Lovino Vargas
Gender: Male
Appearance Age: 22-23
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'9*
The average height of an Italian male.
Weight: 138lbs
Appearance:
Not the tallest or most handsome of nations, Lovino is average appearance-wise. It's easy to miss him in a crowd and he tends to blend in very well, though he may catch the eye of a few women here and there(even if they're just wondering how the hell that one strand of hair manages to stick up). His eyes are a dark shade of hazel, usually reflecting frustration or nervousness.
The Italian usually takes some time in planning his outfits and often finds himself rolling his eyes at his fellow nations' fashion choices. Lovino usually wears shades of green, gray and on occasion, pink.
(((Know Thyself )))
Personality:
Lovino sees the world in dull shades of black and white. He's not very easy to get along with(not that he makes it any easier), pushed around by his mafia with possessive tendencies and a moody personality. He tends to take advantage of the people who decide to be nice to him, whether he realizes it or not(though it's more than likely the latter). Anything that comes out of your mouth will more than likely be used against you, compliments, insults and neutral statements alike. He does make exceptions for pretty ladies and old women with large purses or scary husbands though.
He barricades himself behind a façade of 'toughness'. It's not a very good façade but it manages to most people away. On the occasions that Lovino acts like himself, or his walls are torn down, one will find out he has a good heart and low self esteem. However, it's rare Lovino lets this happen.
Most of the time he reacts on impulse, without thinking his actions through. Even though he claims to be in control, he's not. Usually it's best not to believe a word that comes out of his mouth. Unless he's telling you to stop touching his curl. Seriously, don't touch that. Stupid bastard.
If you're like anyone else, Lovino comes off as being an egotistical brat, which is true to a certain point. Really, even after hundreds of years of thinking, he isn't sure how he actually feels about most things. Unsure of what reactions are best, Lovino's decided that it's probably best to just drive people away.
Likes:
★ Tomatoes
★ Siestas
★ When people shut up and listen to him
★ Pretty women
★ Doing things last minute
★ Silence
★ Sunsets
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Dislikes:
✖ Germany
✖ Foreign food
✖ Foreigners
✖ Being pushed around by his own mafia
✖ Being underestimated
✖ Ignorant women
✖ Loud men
✖ Annoying little dogs
Fears:
☣ Failure
☣ Being left alone by the people he actually likes
☣ Rejection
Secrets:
♦ He wonders what his life would be like if he actually let other people into it. Only sometimes.
♦ Around a quarter of the time he only acts up because it's what people expect of him.
♦ Being forgotten. He's pretty sure that he's on his way there.
Strengths:
♔ Determination. Once Lovino sets his mind on something he'll do anything it takes to get it, no matter what boundaries he has to cross or how much he has to lower his façade's walls.
♔ Lying. Lovino can usually get himself into or out of any possible situation, being able to think of an elaborate but realistic lie on the the spot.
Weaknesses:
☁ Good food. He can't function well on an empty stomach but refuses to eat foreign food. Offer him something he actually likes and you'll probably be on his good side for a few minutes or so.
☁ Lovino dislikes it when people mention his past and finds himself cringing whenever it's brought up, even at good memories(as they tend to lead to bad ones).
☁ The Italian really doesn't know when to back down. He's a real coward but refuses to let it show.
(((The Pages of History )))
History:
1400 - Renaissance
1410 - King Martin I dies without any surviving heirs. Ferdinand of Antequera of (blahblahblah) receives the Crown of Aragon.
1454 - To put it simply, the Italian states had all been fighting and the world powers at the time were getting sick of it. So, they said, "Hey Italy, get your act together or we're going to kick your ass!" Thus, Milan, Venice and Florence signed the Peace of Lodi.
1495 - The Battle of Seminara.
1530 - Italy's find themselves divided between the French, the Swiss, the Spaniards and the Germans.
1700's - Austrian rule.
1804 - Napoleon Bonaparte declares himself Emperor of Italy. Italy immediately wtf's.
1814 - Napoleon Bonaparte gives up Italy. Italy is still wtf'ing.
1849 - Austrian rule. Again. These guys never give up, do they?
1861 - Most of the Italian states are united, this time without the world powers threatening Italy.
1866 - The Kingdom of Italy decides to flip the Austrian Empire the bird. War happens.
1870 - Rome is united to Italy.
1911 - Italy defeats Ottoman Empire while wearing a dress.
1914 - World War I
1915 - Italy joins World War I
1915 - Italy flips Austria-Hungary the bird and declares war
1918 - Italy and their allies are victorious. The Allies win WWI.
1940 - Italy joins WWII on the Axis.
1943 - Italy surrenders to the Allies.
Later, 1943 - Italy declares war on Germany. I told you he didn't like that bratwurst.
1945 - WWII ends.
1955 - Italy joins the UN.
Knowing me, I'll probably go back and add onto this later.
Allies:
WWII = Japan, Germany, Prussia, Hungary, Finland, etc.
Present day = Japan, Germany, USA, UK, etc.
Enemies:
WWII = France, USA, China, Soviet Union, UK, Canada, New Zealand, Poland, Australia, Denmark, Norway, etc.
Present day = Currently Italy has no enemies, though his relationships with some nations are up there.
Sample Post:
((This is from an RP of a fictional WWIII, but it's one of few posts I actually like. So... I can change it, if needed.))
There were many times when Lovino had thought 'all hope is lost'. There were few times when he actually meant it. Even fewer times when he was actually right. Now was one of those times.
Trudging through the abandoned streets of Rome, Lovino wondered how the hell he was even up and moving. Being a nation simply didn't explain it. The once lively city was now void of all life and the Italian was more than sure that it would be for the next few years(if not longer). The damage that had been done would take years to fix.
Lovino lurched forward, his hands clenched into tight fists. His eyesight was going. Looks like the devastation was finally getting to him. Whatever, he'd expected it. How could he not? Being a nation, he could feel that the damage done to Rome was almost identical to the rest of southern Italy. A few small sections remained untouched, but he was having trouble deciding whether it was a miracle or harsh and unusual torture.
The nation staggered along for about twenty feet or so before he lost his balance, tripping over his own feet. Lovino hit the ground with a loud thud, landing by the ruins of what appeared to have been a store.
His eyesight... it was definitely going. Lovino's vision was clouded by large patches of large patches of black, the smells and sounds around him becoming stronger and louder, taking over his senses. Sitting up on his knees, the Italian tried to take in whatever he could before his eyesight was gone.
The sun was high in the sky, unfitting for a day like this. The sky was not blue however. Instead it was an unsightly shade of grey, one that Lovino had often wore. If he made it out of this, he was never wearing that colour again.
He snorted(as much as he could at least, smoke now clogging his throat) at the thought. Of course he'd make it out alive. He was a god damn nation. It took more than just a little bombing(or in this case a rather large bombing) to strike down a nation.
...didn't it? The Italian wasn't exactly sure.
...nah, it definitely did. He'd seen other nations survive worse-- other nations. Lovino forced himself to his feet and looked around(simply out of habit) with one word running through his brain: Feliciano. Where the hell was Feliciano? Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord. Obviously, most nations didn't give a shit that there was two Italy's. While Feliciano and Lovino both exist, there was only one Italy.
Which meant Feliciano had been bombed too. Shit. He didn't know who the hell attacked Italy but when he found out... well. Lovino couldn't exactly do much in this condition, could he?
After taking one or two steps forward Lovino had tumbled over again, hacking and coughing. He took in gasps of air but only managed to fill his lungs with smoke. Crap, crap, crap. This was not... this really was not...
Lovino hadn't noticed it at first but the smells and sounds of the world around him were fading, taking the feeling in his limbs with them. He took in another gasp of air but only found smoke.
This really wasn't good, to put it simply.
Did you read the rules and Dark Reflections Canon? Italian Pasta! Because, really, Italian pasta is the only good type of pasta.
Random fun fact about yourself:
I think we should all make PASTA, not WURST
★ I could really use a wish right now ★