Romano Vargas [Done]

[Romano Vargas]

In this loose and unstable world,}
I create a revolution- }

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{ Name:
Romano “Lovino” Vargas
{ Country:
South Italy
{ Apparent Age:
23
{ Custom or Canon:
Canon

Anxiety simply disappears}
The twilight shines}
To the other side}

{ Physical Description: (250 Words)

"Lovino while quite similar to his brother, there are things that set them apart. For one, Lovino has darker auburn colored hair. It’s a short hair cut, a little bit below his ears. His hair is extremely thick, which is contrasting to the look of it. He has his ‘ahoge’ or hair curl that curls from the part of his hair to the left. His eyes are darker compared to Feliciano’s as well. His eyes are a darker brown with a hint of olive to them. They are usually extremely expressive of what the Italian is thinking. His face is usually contorted in a annoyed or angry expression, his eyes glimmering with dislike for whatever is around him. When the rare chance he smiles, he looks five years younger.

His skin is a light tanned color. He has a few very unnoticeable freckles on his face and neck. His body is thin and extremely lanky. He works out when he can, so some he has some evident muscle but not much. His fingers are nimble and thin, used to working out in the fields or pick pocketing when he can. Several scars are on his hands, but none are that noticeable. However, his chest is a different story. Long scars are completely over his chest, crisscrossing and traveling up and down his body. Some he remembers quite well, and some he doesn’t. There are many of them, but some are more noticeable than others.

One of his scars is a purple-ish color that goes from his collar bone down to his waist. It sinks in slightly at the end of his ribs and sinks gradually deeper to his hip bone. It’s from his right collar bone to his left hip. He’s lost all feeling in that part of the scar, and sometimes just puts cream over it so it doesn’t look like he has this scar. Another scar on his chest is a small but sometimes painful scar right above his right hip. It hurts at times, but he doesn’t know why.

His last scar on his chest is a small vertical scar that is from his neck to his shoulder. It’s extremely thin, but it’s just one line of darkened skin that he normally doesn’t show off. He finds it somewhat annoying to have that scar, even though he can’t see it without looking at his reflection. His legs are mostly unscathed.

(Note: “I’m combining the manga color of his eyes Green/Olive with the anime, which has Amber.”)
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I saw the sunrise}
After the long night}
With my back dyed in red}

{ Likes: (At least 5)

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"Cats, Dogs, Tomatoes, Shovels, music, anything Italian..."
{ Dislikes: (At least 5)
"Germans, French, English, Russians, “his” mafia..."[/right]

Hey, are you going to disappear someday?}
In this ending world- }
Sadness before dawn, unbearable loneliness}
I held the faint heart and felt alone..}
Closely }

{ Personality: (300 words)

"Lovino has more than one side, and is actually quite the interesting individual, but his loud and brash personality drives people away from him. Up front, the man is loud and seems unlikable. He speaks in profanity often, and if not profanity, he insults them heavily. This is normal in the South Italians’ mind, since he sees everyone’s faults. He’s a pessimistic person by nature, and can’t see usually anything but bad. This comes from everyone usually putting him down, and his naturally pessimistic personality.

The Italian rarely sees the good side of people, and usually judges on his past and thinks everyone will forget about him for his brother, Feliciano. He’s envies his brother and while he wishes to get on good terms, the northern side doesn’t seem to understand. He detests his brother’s idea some times, but he does truly care for the other, but it is mostly shown by profanity and yelling at the each other. He also cares for Spain, but it is shown through the same means.

He is bad with his words and his feelings, mostly creating a rift with those he holds dear. He fears that he’ll be abandoned, and sometimes wishes for it to all to go away, but he would feel terrible leaving behind those he close to. He takes his ties seriously, though some think that he is too ignorant and hateful to. One of his biggest and noticeable traits is his cowardly nature. This is for many reasons, besides he’s horrible at fighting.

He’s afraid of getting hurt again, he doesn’t like war and even though he spouts insults left and right, when faced with something he can’t defeat, he runs. He’s easy sometimes to push over violence, and keeps far away from danger. It strikes fear in him just to be around things. While he is normally outspoken with insults, he is extremely tight to the vest with most of his other emotions. When caught thinking to himself, quietly and not shouting, his face is usually uncharacteristically blank.

Romano has mellowed slightly, but hardly by any means. He is somewhat affectionate with his kin, and has a snappier mouth than ever. To be honest, if given attention, he seems to quiet down and enjoy it if he knows for sure, that isn't pity and no one is mocking him. (Good luck on convincing him of that though.) No one has actually accepted who he is, and only pay attention to him if he's shouting and yelling. If someone actually got his trust, while it would still happen, it would be minimal.

He is a fierce person, though only when he must be. He restrains his true personality or good thoughts, since he only thinks people are after Rome. He has a extremely soft spot for old people and animals.

Romano takes care of animals like they were his family and friends. This is because he doesn't feel like he has to keep up a act or charade, and they won't be disgusted with him no matter what he does. He doesn't feel the need to drive those animals away because he feels and trusts their loyalty. Thus, he seems like a different person around animals. He needs to know he can trust other beings, or he would always be like this. 

Romano has also theorized that the reason he has to push everyone away is so it doesn't hurt as much when they actually do leave after promising to stay. He doesn't want to get hurt but he's at the same desperate for someone to stay there with him forever. He wouldn't jump into a relationship looking for love since at this point he's too cynical and in a hopeless stance to look for anything. 

Romano over-logicizes everything. I do mean everything. He logicizes why people think that people think the sky is blue and the grass is green. As a child he did his best to understand why people treated him differently. This has persisted in adulthood, with his wandering brain. Getting Romano's brain to stop wandering is like trying to slam a revolving door. He does this to somehow convince himself that there is always something wrong with him, and that if he was better, people would like him more. That gives him energy to fight back and do his best to keep up his charade.  "[/right]

In the clear memory that passed like a bullet }
If anyone is afraid }
I can't take a step forward..}

{ Fears: (At least two, 50 words at the least)

"Blennophobia- The fear of slime. For reasons unknown to anyone but him, he has a fear of green slime. Slime in general he doesn’t like, but he has a large reason to hate ‘green or brown slime’.
Coulrophobia- The fear of clowns. While Lovino doesn’t fear clowns that are away from him, if they are anywhere near him, he freaks out.
Fear of being forgotten from anyone he cares about or being forgot about by his brother or really anyone. He wants to be remembered for himself, and never be shot down and left alone. "
{ Weaknesses: (100 words, at least Four weaknesses.)
"His fear of practically everything:
Lovino is bluntly put, a total coward. He has a fear for anything dangerous, he hates anything that involves or will involve danger. He is against it, and will run and hide.

His Gambling:
When put on the line, and it doesn’t involve violence, Lovino loves to gamble. And almost always loose. He can’t win for his life, and the times he does win, he’s lost a good few many times before.

His strength:
He’s weak. In almost every single physical pursuit, he’s weakened by something or another. He trains all he can, but he’s usually so clumsy he ends up on the dirt. Only when pushed to his maximum, can he fight but he mostly uses weapons then his actual strength.

The people he cares about:
While most people are kept at arms length, he’s actually attached to most of the people he meets. He displays a uncharacteristic seriousness, and enjoys to use brute force to get what he needs. He isn’t above using dirty tactics, as long as they are safe.

His clumsiness:
While Lovino isn’t a ditz and magically trip over things all the time, he has his random bursts of clumsiness which almost always end up with him flat on his face or tripping over objects he normally can avoid. Usually it’s when he’s freaked out or stressed…which is most of the time. "
{ Strengths: (100 words, at least Four strengths.)
"His determination:
Lovino has a strong determination to almost always be better than his brother, to be recognized for his achievements, and all around just be noticed. He also wants to protect the people he cares about. This is a strength because of his massive unrelenting persuasion until he gets his way. He forgets about his weaknesses, at the cost of whatever. 

His resistance:
While he is a weak man, and so is his brother, no matter how many times he is beaten down, he gets back up again. He has always risen back up, under many different levels, and he never goes down for long. No matter what people say about him, he and his brother have always came back from the brink. 

His speed:
While his strength is something to laugh at, his speed is not. If scared, frightened, or pushed from his need to protect the people he cares about, he extremely fast, and extremely dangerous. 

His cooking:
While maybe not as good as his brother, the Italian can cook very well, and can memorize dishes in less than a second, putting out delectable foods with almost no effort. 

Pickpocketing:
For part of his life, Lovino has grown practically to the point of haven’t being caught in years. While clumsy normally, he pulls enough of himself together to actual be a great pickpocket.

Impressive aim:
While not the best in the world, he can shoot and aim a gun quite well. It’s not one of his best points, but it certainly isn’t one of his worst.

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Safety simply disappeared } 
It had a negative effect }
On my heart }

{ History: (350 words.)

"Early Days- Before he was colonized, South Italy lived in the wild. Most of this has been tamed out of him. Raised by wolves and other animals, he learned the basis of living out in the middle of nowhere. Italian Wolves were his main family before he found out he had a younger brother. He still in time remembers the 'Mother' wolf. (In a refrence to the Capitoline Wolf) He mostly roamed the South parts of Italy on the wolves' back. 

11 century- Wars between Greece, Lombardy and Islamic Caliphate. Islamic Caliphate established many Islamic states in Southern Italy. Lovino, was mostly ill for these times, and if he tried to fight, he would collapse. He had ‘different’ personalities that would fight back in forth in his head. Most would be violent, self harm and harming others were a constant thing.

1130- Kingdom Of Sicily lasted 64 years. Lovino enjoyed years of healthy years. Until the union with Spain, the Kingdom of Sicily was split against the Principalities of Naples on the main part of the land, and Sicily over the island. Lovino was pissed that he had to keep moving around.

War of Spanish Succession, Spain gave Kingdom of Naples, Duchy of Milan and Sardinia to Austria. Sicily to the Duchy of Savoy. Lovino was extremely ill, almost always in comas are in such other states, due to all the wars being fought on his lands. He forced his outer self to ‘look lazy’ when he literally couldn’t do anything. He would collapse whenever he tried to do something, but forced himself to do the normal. This was made worse. 

First Italian War of Independence- Kingdom of Sardinia waged war on Austria. The result was Austria won. There were no territorial changes. While Lovino was mad, he expected it in a form. He actually dug a hole and pretended he was sleeping for four days. 

Second Italian War of Independence- Kingdom of Sardinia and the Second French Empire waged war on the Austrian Empire in Lombardy and Venetia. The Franco-Sardinian victory. Lombardy was given to Sardinia and Sardinia annexed the central Italian States. This made Lovino extremely happy.

1861- United with the North. It was horrible for the South. Crime rose and so did Poverty were extremely hard to get rid of in Southern Italy. A ‘bad boy ‘ persona was formed and he was taught by his mafia and was in many fights. He also perfected his pick-pocketing. This took many years, but he perfected it amazingly. The mafia forced him to do many different back-room deals, each involving something illegal. Usually calling his Mafia, ‘Evil Muffins’.

Third Italian War of Independence- Prussia and Italy went to war with Austria. On October 12, 1866 the Austrian Empire gave Venetia to the French Empire who in turn gave it to the Kingdom of Italy. Lovino (besides having a massive giggle fit.), was extremely overjoyed to hear the victory. He went out and danced like a idiot. 

World War 1/ World War 2- Italy was neutral first. (Lovino was extremely happy about this. He wanted to ‘Stay neutral, and not get in touch with the ‘bastards’) but in 1915 they entered the Treaty of London. During the war many Italians died, making himself sick more than anything. He actually did go to the battlefield, and tried to be as numb as possible and failed. He grew sickened by war, and even though he still fought on, to be a nation. The economy collapsed. 

Following the hell of World War 1 brought the rise of Benito Mussolini. Italy was invaded by the Allies in the month of June 1943. During that time it lead to the arrest of Mussolini. Italy was a battlefield for the rest of the war. Many people died for the resistance. Lovino tried to stay as far away from his little brother at that time, disgusted he had to take part in the war. "[/right]

Hey, do you always dream? }
In this ending world- I was hugging the painful "message" }
That becomes the person that exploits- the blocked path}
I can't wish to just live}
I breathe, just feeling the world}

{ Theme song: (Optional, but you can add it if you wish)

"Kocchi Muite Baby- Miku Hatsune/ Ryo."
{ Family/Pets/Primary Relations:
"Feliciano//Brother// 19 // Northern Italy. 
Roderich // Father Figure// 23 // Austria
Elizabeta// Mother Figure// 22// Hungary
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo// Father Figure// 23// Spain
Pets: 2 European Wild Cat// Aria (F, means “Solo Melody” in Italian), Ciro (M, means “Of the sun”) // 3 months
? Cats// Principessa, Sky, Hope// Principessa is a normal cat, Sky and Hope are as well, but Sky is deaf and Hope is blind.
4 Italian Wolves (Apennine Wolf)// (....Uh...names...dangit...)// Two females, Two males  "[/right]

When the long night ends, there is nothing behind me }
There's only ---}
A large ocean}

{ Rp Sample: (300 words)

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Small patterns formed in the darkness, creating a purple and blue spiral effect, the small dots fading as quickly as they came. A small voice in his head knew from the slight airy feeling around his face, he was in a open area, and he definitely wasn't in his cell. Why wasn't he in his cell? Did they let him go? ...No, probably not. He remembered being told right before he was knocked out, he was going to fight for his life. A small twitch from his right closed eye, as he enjoyed the small freedom of just laying there. It was just...it was just the outside...but he felt so free just sitting there.

It was odd, but at the same time...so welcome. Opening his eyes, he left off a minute groan at the colors swirling. He was knocked out by a sledge hammer. Romano sighed quietly, shutting his eyes once again, the purple, blue, green and other color lights dancing around. In a way it sickened him. Why in hell was he out here anyways? Romano opened one olive-amber eye and stared out at the swirling colors.

"Great. It looks like puke." The Vargas groaned, rolling over to his side, groaning slightly louder as the blood rushing every wish way. His eyes rolled in the back of his head slightly, pushing back the food in his throat. Next time they better give him a-...what the hell was that?

Peeking open a eye slightly, he reached to grab the white object in front of his eyes. Gripping it for a second, he realized it was squishy, and obviously not alive. Tugging it closer, he closed his eyes again to push back another wave of nausea. Sliding it over to him, he pushed it under his head. "Oh good. Mr. Pillow." Romano muttered dryly. Why in hell did he have a pillow? Well it was soft, and it was comfortable, so he wasn't going to complain for the moment.

Where was he anyways? Blinking a few times, he pushed himself on his elbows, looking around. In front of him were trees...lots and lots of trees. Looking behind him, he noticed dirt land...sand land or whatever. He could see rocks randomly placed through the whatever it was landscape. Sitting up a little further, he noticed it was a jagged boundary line. A forest...and a barren land.

Was this where the fighting was going to begin? He thought for sure he was going to be in the prison the whole time! A experiment...he remembered something about a experiment. Oh just great, he was actually going to participate in one. Romano grumbled to himself combing through his hair to pick a leaf or two out. It was like he was here for no reason what so ever at the moment.

No one was here? No, it wouldn't be that easy. Romano shook his head slightly. No, someone was here, and that someone probably wanted to kill him. The funny thing is, he didn't think he was going to die. No, they would probably save him, and bring him back to fight again. Why else would they take such good care of their 'inmates'. He noticed the drugs when he sometimes got under the weather. He knew.

The brunette looked at the pillow. That was his only weapon (Who the hell gets a Pillow as a weapon...A Italian that's who.) In a way, he wondered if he could smother himself with it. Not that he wanted to commit suicide, but god knows what was actually out in that horrid forest...or barren land thingy...what was it called anyways? It wasn't exactly a desert, but it wasn't actually barren either.

Moving to sit on his knees, he continued to look around. He didn't have a gun, and he didn't have a knife. He was literally screwed. But...the leaves and twigs...and the rocks...

A small idea popped in his head as he snatched up one of the leaves on the ground. Dry. Perfect. Grabbing his pillow he stood up. The brunette shook slightly, feeling the feeling regain in his legs as he trotted into the barren part of the land for a few moments. Most of the rocks were too small, or too big. He needed two good rocks to get a spark off of.

Then he would hide in the forest. If he was lucky, he could burn down whoever was trying to kill him. Though a pessimistic feeling ran in his head it was normal. The cross on his chest though....told him not to give up. For Principessa. For her and for her only. He was going to win, and get out of here. He was going to do it for her and his brother. Who he hoped was safe...He didn't want his little brother hurt. His beautiful body mangled like that made him sick.

Picking up a small rock, he turned it over in his hand. It would work...but he needed another one. Just great. He was going to be here forever. The brunette moaned softly in complaint, not wanting to stay here longer than he had to. He really was going to hate this. Being part of some sick experiment...but in a way he deserved it. Killing more than a hundred people, he exactly wasn't on the nice list for Santa.

Looking down again, he continued to drift closely near the forest, but far enough to find rocks and the like. He was fast enough to beat someone to hide in the woods, and if his plan worked he might have a actual offensive weapon...Romano gave a glare down to the pillow. "No offense Mr. Pillow." He sighed, his eyes looking more and more bored in the minute. "I remember Prinicpessa singing me a song that fit this situation. She found it online, where the little brat was all the time, but that was besides the point, and it was a cute song...but it was in Japanese I think."

He talked to himself with a low mutter, not to arouse anyone who might be looking for himself, but boredom and being in solitary confinement for so long seemed to get to the brunette. "I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty cruel place," He started to sing to himself. "My left arm has been blown off, and my wings have been torn off."

Romano twirled slightly, almost tripping on a small stone, but continued to sing to himself anyways. "I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty cruel place, my right arm is full of scars, and I've devoted everything~" The Italian sang quietly, keeping his voice as low as possible, but loud enough so just he could hear it.

If only he was at home...with Principessa, it would be wonderful. Her bright smile was the thing that made him feel like any other human being. A father. The only person he had to protect now was his little brother. Get out of here long enough to find his sweet and innocent little brother and get him out of here, even if it cost him his own life.

"Why am I here? In this dark stagnant world...the pain of this irrational wound constantly tortures me. Keep on carving the concept of loss into these emotions that are going numb! Keep on counting these questions, to which I've devoted myself through repetition." The words flowed through his lips as he picked up another rock and quickly walked back to the safety of the trees.

He needed to figure out a way to make fire, and use it as a offensive weapon. He could make some traps...but he would need a knife or a machete of some kind...so that would be out. He could try to figure out though...some vine traps use a fire and smoke to lead someone in the opposite direction...if he could get these things to light.

This was going to be a very long day. He hoped that he wasn't going to die. Romano knew...that something was going to happen. Something always did.


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Hey, do you always give off vibrancy }
In this ending world }
The small promise that exchanged in the dark }
Is the reason I live }

{ Alias:

Neko
{ Rp Experience:
9-10 years advanced...
{ Male or Female:[/size]
Female
{ How you found the site?:
I made it.
{ Pairings:
My OTP for Romano would be Spain/Romano, followed by Itacest...Prumano, Germano I'm okay with as well, but please no Belguim and Romano. I don't care for the pairing.
{ Best way to contact you: MSN, PM, Email....
Pm.[/right]

Hey, I won't make a dark expression again }
I can't see the shadow that blocks }
Soaking up the bright, bright sunlight }
I greeted the morning of "Day 6" }

_{The song is "The Dying Message" sung by Rin Kagemine, and by UtsuP. The english subs are from t12111. Go check out the song from there and do not rip. The profile is made by Neko. You are not allowed to use this anywhere you like.}

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