Post by Antonio Fernandez on Apr 4, 2011 17:52:02 GMT -5
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
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"Well, through fog that sits like blankets
and it's drowning out the glow
you can voices loud and singing out
a song nobody knows
but to her it sounds like home"
-All That I Am - Parachute[/center]
NAME:[/font] Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
AGE: 18
GRADE: Senior
NATIONALITY: Spanish
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- Optimistic: eternally made out of sunshine.
- Carefree: he lets things run its course and doesn't panic
- Kind: he tries his best to be so more often than not.
- A people's person: he's also very good with handling children --or well, he likes them.
- Warm: he welcomes people always, with a smile.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- Absentminded - He'll forget that he's already holding something he's been looking for.
- Over-protective - When it comes to people he cares about.
- A bit lazy - There are days in which he just wants to sit under the sun and bake and take a short nap, this is the reason why he sometimes doesn't get things done on time and his promptitude is really bad.
- Agreeable - Says yes to most things and rarely weighs out the pros and cons of his actions
- Impulsive - Sometimes too passionate for his own good, he'll rush into things without thinking about it first. Especially under the influence of his really close friends.
LIKES:
- Fun things and people
- Tomatoes or dishes with flavorful sauces and cooking them too
- Being with his friends.
- The Morning - Antonio is a morning person but he doesn't like being woken up in the middle of the night, although eventually he'll stop minding.
- Potty-mouthed Italians~
DISLIKES:
- Weather that is too cold. He doesn't mind rain but he doesn't like a gloomy atmosphere.
- Losing too much sleep.
- Not being able to tell the truth and finding himself in tight situations inwhich he is forced to lie.
- Dark situations, moments.
- Being sad.
FEARS:
- A dead-end of some sort.
- losing people he loves and watching them get hurt and letting them get hurt in the first place, knowing he could've done something.
out of character
NAME: you guys can call me Spain/Tonio/Antonio here, I guess~ but if you wanna refer to me by my real name then use Dani XD;
OTHER CHARACTERS: Ah, I wish to do so but I don't think I'd be able to handle it~
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
From a recent one on one in which Lovi gets kidnapped and 'Tonio goes to rescue him
Antonio shifted uncomfortably in his sleep. Something was moving under his pillow and if it were those horrid, horrid rats coming to bother him for food at night –well, he wouldn’t know what to do. With a heavy sigh, he hoisted his body up from the twin-sized bed and groped around blindly under his pillow and found no mouse, but a vibrating phone –and a upon seeing the name flipped it open to answer the call. He was debating on whether he should or not have though because the number didn’t have a name or a face, which meant it wasn’t saved in his phone.
“Bueno~”
“I-is this Antonio?” The voice was shaky and unsure –probably why he was asking in the first place.
“Si, si~ yes it is.” He switches position once again on his bed and moves to lean again the headboard behind him, hitting the bookshelf he’d thought would still be above his head.
Oh forgot, I’m taller than it now, haha~
Distracted by his own train of thought, Antonio almost forgot that he’d been talking to somebody on his phone and that he still didn’t know who it was.
“Ah, hello~ who is this? Can I find out?” The line crackled in response to his question and no voice followed at first and then—
“If you really are then come down, will you!”
The voice, all too familiar, all too angry and all too Italian made him snap up and hit his on headboard again.
“O-ow—Lovi! What are you saying come down~? You’re downstairs? Is that right?”
Excitement clouded his thoughts; it had been much too long since the last time he’d heard from him and yet that wasn’t even the best part, Lovino was actually the first one to contact him again which meant—
The line went dead and Antonio frowned, legs stretching out of tangled sheets as his feet touched the floor. He rushed to put on a pair of jeans lying haplessly on the floor and then grabbed a shirt draped on one of the chairs. Going back for his phone and getting a better look at it, he noted that the number wasn’t from another cellular phone but a public phone instead.
Idiot tomato-head!
He heard Lovino’s voice echoing in his head as he rushed down the flight of stairs down to the front of his apartment building. There was a payphone across the street and he could see from the short distance that phone wasn’t in its rightful place as it hung limp and blew in the direction of the chilly winter winds that breezed by every now and again.
Another gust of cold air passed as the gears in head shifted to a confirmation.
Lovino would never, ever call first unless he lost a bet or was in serious trouble.
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