Post by feli on Mar 17, 2011 17:30:13 GMT -5
Feliciano Vargas
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NAME:[/font] Feliciano Vargas
AGE: Sixteen
GRADE: Junior
NATIONALITY: Italian
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- Excellent cook, especially when making pasta and other Italian dishes.
- Extremely adorable. You can't deny his cute, sweet little charm!
- Creative. He can make a pasta sculpture out of dry sand. His artistic talents are amazing.
- Caring. He really does care a lot about his big brothers and his close friends, and will always be around to help, even if he doesn't want to.
- Cheerful. There's no way you can wipe that dopey smile off his face when he's happy, and it tends to rub off on people around him.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- A quitter. If the going gets rough, Feliciano will back out right away.
- A coward. Feliciano tends to whine, cry, and be afraid of the littlest of things.
- Lazy. He prefers napping and eating more than working hard or training. You have to really push him to get him to at least try.
- Obnoxious. He can be annoying at times, whether it's pestering his friends to play football with him or trying to convince a cute girl to go on a date with him.
- Cannot read the atmosphere. He's quite ditzy and unaware of his surroundings.
LIKES:
- Pasta
- Cute girls
- Art/Drawing/Painting
- Music
- Anything extremely cute, like a kitty or a doggie.
DISLIKES:
- Anything really scary.
- British food. It's worse than torture!
- Being bullied, which really does happen a lot.
- When others bully his brother or his allies. Feliciano will stand up to whoever is being mean to the people he cares about most!
- When there's no more water to boil pasta with.
FEARS:
- Running out of food.
- Anybody stronger than him who's really scary.
out of character
NAME: Izy. You can call me Feli for this account though :3
OTHER CHARACTERS: I play Hungary on here.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Feliciano Vargas’ hobbies included sleeping, cooking, and eating. He would wake up from his usual midday siesta in a daze, feeling lightheaded as he stared out the large window beside his bed, watching the sun set as the afternoon came to an end. He rubbed his eyes and saw his blue uniform, folded neatly beside him on an end table, probably put together by his close ally Ludwig. He smiled at the thought of Ludwig always taking good care of him, and began putting on his clothes. He hoped he could beat Ludwig to the kitchen and make pasta for dinner- he was awfully hungry at the moment, his nap putting him under an empty stomach. Feliciano lazily walked to the kitchen, humming as his feet padded on the hardwood floors.
He was delighted to see that the kitchen was unoccupied, and helped himself to the fridge’s content. “Ve, I should make pasta for dinner!” he exclaimed as he took out tomatoes to grind up and make sauce with. He went into the pantry and found some angel hair noodles, then searched for the pot to boil water with. The pot he found was crusty and had some weird brown stuff in it- Feliciano proceeded to the sink to wash the pot. He turned on the faucet; however, no water came out.
“Huh?” he looked underneath the mouth of the faucet, searching for even a hint of water. To his horror, nothing poured out, not a single drop. Upset and starving, Feliciano began to panic. “If there’s no water to boil pasta, then… then how will I eat?!” he cried in despair. He hurried all around the house looking for Ludwig; sadly, he was nowhere to be found. Feliciano rushed to the nearest phone and quickly dialed his big brother Lovino- Big Brother will know what to do! Feliciano told himself.
“Big… big brother!” Feliciano sobbed into the phone, “there’s no more water to boil pasta with! What do I do?!”
No answer from the other side; poor Feli had spoken too soon. He slumped his way back into the kitchen, feeling down and melancholy, and took out the pot from the sink. “Well,” he sighed, “I guess I will just have to eat tomatoes and wait for Ludwig to come home and fix the water.”
He was delighted to see that the kitchen was unoccupied, and helped himself to the fridge’s content. “Ve, I should make pasta for dinner!” he exclaimed as he took out tomatoes to grind up and make sauce with. He went into the pantry and found some angel hair noodles, then searched for the pot to boil water with. The pot he found was crusty and had some weird brown stuff in it- Feliciano proceeded to the sink to wash the pot. He turned on the faucet; however, no water came out.
“Huh?” he looked underneath the mouth of the faucet, searching for even a hint of water. To his horror, nothing poured out, not a single drop. Upset and starving, Feliciano began to panic. “If there’s no water to boil pasta, then… then how will I eat?!” he cried in despair. He hurried all around the house looking for Ludwig; sadly, he was nowhere to be found. Feliciano rushed to the nearest phone and quickly dialed his big brother Lovino- Big Brother will know what to do! Feliciano told himself.
“Big… big brother!” Feliciano sobbed into the phone, “there’s no more water to boil pasta with! What do I do?!”
No answer from the other side; poor Feli had spoken too soon. He slumped his way back into the kitchen, feeling down and melancholy, and took out the pot from the sink. “Well,” he sighed, “I guess I will just have to eat tomatoes and wait for Ludwig to come home and fix the water.”
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