Post by spain on Mar 6, 2011 20:58:16 GMT -5
Antonio Fernández Carriedo
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No hay mal que por bien no venga
(every cloud has a silver lining)[/center]
NAME:[/font][/color] Antonio Fernández Carriedo
AGE: Eighteen
GRADE: Senoir
NATIONALITY: Spanish
POSITIVE TRAITS:
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
❄ lazy
❄possessive
❄ lust for gold and glory
❄ secretly sadistic
LIKES:
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DISLIKES:
✘ When work gets in the way of his siestas
✘ Getting head-butted in the stomach
✘ Having an economic depression
✘ Anyone trying to steal his little Italian henchman
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FEARS:
✄ Going into another economic downturn - having to make hundreds of paper roses does something to a man. Antonio as of lately tries to be as thrifty as possible, even though his more stylish (Italian/French) friends sometimes are disappointed by his casual tee-shirt look. [/ul]
out of character
NAME:[/font] Hey~ I'm MaryKate. But you guys can really call me anything you like... I'm pretty sure I'll respond to Spain, Antonio, Toni, Tonio, Tomato Bastard, Dat Ass, or just You.
OTHER CHARACTERS: I'm a big tomato gang RPer~ I love playing the Italies and Belgium. I have experience with Hungary too. I've also done America a lot in the past, but kinda lost my muse for him.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
(( This was an intro post for an AU!pirates onexone RP I had going on... the plot was basically pirate!Spain kidnaps a lazy noble (romano) and holds him for ransom. Sorry if the beginning is confusing with the background info, I kinda just started rattling off at some points. Also I play normal!Spain as more of a goof-ball, but since he's all pirate-y I had to give him a little angst for this post. xD ))
“Not enough... not nearly enough...” the captain hissed under his breaths as verdant eyes carefully examined the half filled chest of luxury items that laid before him. Even though most of the valuables varied from expertly-crafted necklaces to sleek porcelain dishes, the captain's eyes, trained from years of tiring experience, knew the net worth wasn't nearly enough of thirty for more than two months. But even that was an optimist statement, for the wise Captain of the Maudelayne knew once his crew stopped near a port town with a tavern, at least of half his men would waste most of their money on temporary pleasures like booze and women.
Unable to stare at the pitiful pile any longer, he stood up with a winded sigh and slowly trudged over to a shiny new liquor bottle he managed to grab on his last siege.
Well... at least the last raid wasn’t a total disaster. Because of the lack of merchant ships around these waters, the crew of the Maudelayne had no other choice but to plunder a port-city in hopes of gathering some essentials to live off of. Yesterday, they spotted a promising estate off the coast of Calabria and took the small city by storm a few hours before sunrise. Besides one incredibly grandiose estate, the city was rather poor, and the only items of actual worth that most of his crew were able to grab outside of the estate were barrels of rum and other liquors from the town pub.
Pouring himself a small glass, the captain toasted to himself with a crooked grin. “Long live, Capt’n Fernandez!” he cheered halfheartedly before the burning liquid ran down his throat.
Well - looking on the bright side of things - at least he wasn't dead yet! He thanked the Lord that he had at least he had good luck on his side. Once again he took a risk and avoided having to join his many of his processors by dancing the hempen jig (being hung).
But not only was he alive, but he was alive despite having a large bounty on his head. Who would have thought back in the day of his youth that the poor little bumpkin, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, who spent most of his days working on the tomato fields to put food on the table, would ever be worth so much? Ha!
Just thinking of that made a confident smile slowly creep onto his lips. Antonio was one of the most infamous pirates in all of Europe - even if that damn British demon with hideous eyebrows did steal his spotlight on numerous occasion. Antonio was one of the best captains out there, and he certainly wouldn’t let his crew starve.
After all he did always have a back-up of plan...
Oh wait, speaking of that, he should check on that boy, shouldn’t he? It would be a shame if the boy was bitten by a rat down there and got sick. If he died then he would have no worth to the crew, and Antonio would have to go back to planning another raid immediately. That would no fun.
Swiftly, he tossed his coat over his shoulders and made his way to the cellars belowdecks. Antonio couldn’t help but notice how most of his crew kept out of his way... they must have seen the murderous gleam in his eye when he was surveying the booty. But that didn't bother the captain at all since he would have much more fun with his little captive if he didn't have anyone else holding him back. “Ahh there he is,” Antonio mused to himself as he spotted his captive, pearly white teeth poking through his cat-like grin.
Feliciano Vargas - such a pretty name for a boy which such a terrible fate. Antonio almost pitied the boy when the servants at their estate begged him to take the grandsons of the manor and spare their lives. When held at gun-point, one of the maids broke down and told him that Feliciano was the favorite grandson of Romulus Vargas, the head of one of the largest trade companies in Italy. Deciding this boy was the perfect type for ransom, he let a maid lead three of his men to the boy’s hiding spot as he wrote a ransom letter and hung it on the manor’s door. Everything went perfectly, though he was unsure if his men actually let the maids go so easily.
But regardless... the boy was now on his ship, arms chained to the wall behind him and knocked out cold, and that was all that mattered. Swatting down to meet the boy’s eye level, Antonio paused for a moment to take in the boy’s appearance. His clothing and style reflected his status - polished and of noble birth. But oddly the captain felt it hard to hold complete disdain for the boy despite his overly pompous status.
Why? Well... quite frankly, the boy was rather adorable. Antonio couldn’t help but gush over how cute one of the boy’s lone stray curl looked when juxtaposed to the rest of his well groomed auburn hair. He also found himself helplessly musing at the innocent yet peaceful look on the boy’s face, completely obvious to the cold metal shackles on wrists. And emerald eyes soften as they found a few purple bruises on the boy’s neck, it was such a shame that someone on his crew had to already mar such perfect skin in order to get him on board.
Hopefully, his little captive would be smart and leave the captain’s ships with only those minor bruises. Antonio always had a soft spot for cute things, and it would be so boring if he had to break something so adorable too soon. “You’re gonna have to wake up soon, cariño! Capt’n needs to talk to you~” Antonio hummed with a twisted smile, poking the captive’s surprisingly squishy cheek with his finger.
“Not enough... not nearly enough...” the captain hissed under his breaths as verdant eyes carefully examined the half filled chest of luxury items that laid before him. Even though most of the valuables varied from expertly-crafted necklaces to sleek porcelain dishes, the captain's eyes, trained from years of tiring experience, knew the net worth wasn't nearly enough of thirty for more than two months. But even that was an optimist statement, for the wise Captain of the Maudelayne knew once his crew stopped near a port town with a tavern, at least of half his men would waste most of their money on temporary pleasures like booze and women.
Unable to stare at the pitiful pile any longer, he stood up with a winded sigh and slowly trudged over to a shiny new liquor bottle he managed to grab on his last siege.
Well... at least the last raid wasn’t a total disaster. Because of the lack of merchant ships around these waters, the crew of the Maudelayne had no other choice but to plunder a port-city in hopes of gathering some essentials to live off of. Yesterday, they spotted a promising estate off the coast of Calabria and took the small city by storm a few hours before sunrise. Besides one incredibly grandiose estate, the city was rather poor, and the only items of actual worth that most of his crew were able to grab outside of the estate were barrels of rum and other liquors from the town pub.
Pouring himself a small glass, the captain toasted to himself with a crooked grin. “Long live, Capt’n Fernandez!” he cheered halfheartedly before the burning liquid ran down his throat.
Well - looking on the bright side of things - at least he wasn't dead yet! He thanked the Lord that he had at least he had good luck on his side. Once again he took a risk and avoided having to join his many of his processors by dancing the hempen jig (being hung).
But not only was he alive, but he was alive despite having a large bounty on his head. Who would have thought back in the day of his youth that the poor little bumpkin, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, who spent most of his days working on the tomato fields to put food on the table, would ever be worth so much? Ha!
Just thinking of that made a confident smile slowly creep onto his lips. Antonio was one of the most infamous pirates in all of Europe - even if that damn British demon with hideous eyebrows did steal his spotlight on numerous occasion. Antonio was one of the best captains out there, and he certainly wouldn’t let his crew starve.
After all he did always have a back-up of plan...
Oh wait, speaking of that, he should check on that boy, shouldn’t he? It would be a shame if the boy was bitten by a rat down there and got sick. If he died then he would have no worth to the crew, and Antonio would have to go back to planning another raid immediately. That would no fun.
Swiftly, he tossed his coat over his shoulders and made his way to the cellars belowdecks. Antonio couldn’t help but notice how most of his crew kept out of his way... they must have seen the murderous gleam in his eye when he was surveying the booty. But that didn't bother the captain at all since he would have much more fun with his little captive if he didn't have anyone else holding him back. “Ahh there he is,” Antonio mused to himself as he spotted his captive, pearly white teeth poking through his cat-like grin.
Feliciano Vargas - such a pretty name for a boy which such a terrible fate. Antonio almost pitied the boy when the servants at their estate begged him to take the grandsons of the manor and spare their lives. When held at gun-point, one of the maids broke down and told him that Feliciano was the favorite grandson of Romulus Vargas, the head of one of the largest trade companies in Italy. Deciding this boy was the perfect type for ransom, he let a maid lead three of his men to the boy’s hiding spot as he wrote a ransom letter and hung it on the manor’s door. Everything went perfectly, though he was unsure if his men actually let the maids go so easily.
But regardless... the boy was now on his ship, arms chained to the wall behind him and knocked out cold, and that was all that mattered. Swatting down to meet the boy’s eye level, Antonio paused for a moment to take in the boy’s appearance. His clothing and style reflected his status - polished and of noble birth. But oddly the captain felt it hard to hold complete disdain for the boy despite his overly pompous status.
Why? Well... quite frankly, the boy was rather adorable. Antonio couldn’t help but gush over how cute one of the boy’s lone stray curl looked when juxtaposed to the rest of his well groomed auburn hair. He also found himself helplessly musing at the innocent yet peaceful look on the boy’s face, completely obvious to the cold metal shackles on wrists. And emerald eyes soften as they found a few purple bruises on the boy’s neck, it was such a shame that someone on his crew had to already mar such perfect skin in order to get him on board.
Hopefully, his little captive would be smart and leave the captain’s ships with only those minor bruises. Antonio always had a soft spot for cute things, and it would be so boring if he had to break something so adorable too soon. “You’re gonna have to wake up soon, cariño! Capt’n needs to talk to you~” Antonio hummed with a twisted smile, poking the captive’s surprisingly squishy cheek with his finger.
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