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Apr. 28th, 2012 07:26 pm|Player|
Name: Mika
Contact: AIM: an inked heart
Plurk: indulgentsin
|Character|
Character name: Feliciano Vargas/Italy
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Canon Point: Modern-day/2012
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Personality:
Simply put? Italy is quite the bubbly, cheerful and airheaded individual inside and out.
He relies a lot on the people around him despite being perfectly able to take care of himself when he’s not being lazy, and has a habit of being naked when he takes his naps and forgets to put pants on afterward, prompting others to fervent annoyance by his lack of clothes. Not that he’s ever really bothered by it at all. Italy is really the polar opposite of Germany, being lazy, disorganized and simply just a waste of space where it comes to anything related to fighting and is easily distracted by anything and everything else.
He’d much rather paint, cook or eat rather than do anything else, having little motivation to do much else than that so it’s going to come as no surprise to anyone to know Italy’s one of the biggest crybabies in the entire series. He will do everything and anything to avoid enemy capture but if it does happen, so he can get out sooner, will spout off anything at all that his captor wants to hear and then some. Even to the chagrin of any of his comrades. Which leads to saying that the one person he relies on more than anyone else is Germany, staying close and always needing his help out of situations whenever he gets in over his head – which is more often than not. Though while he’s heavily dependent on him and his other comrades, he’s quite the social butterfly and enjoys making friends and essentially is quite the optimist where it regards most things. Always thinking so positively and trying to cheer people up when they’re sad, but usually more often than not, it results in him making pasta. [The obvious solution to making people happy of course. ]
Italy is also quite the affectionate person and it can be a good or bad thing depending on who you are, as it can be either really adorable, annoying or just plain uncomfortable. He’s the type to go around openly claiming he loves someone whether he means it in ‘that’ way or not and absolutely has no problems approaching people for hugs or kisses. Something which has gotten him into some odd/awkward situations quite often. Yet for being how he is and such a coward, the one thing he has a weakness for is pretty girls. It’s not surprising to know that he enjoys telling them just how pretty they are, flattering them and being nice overall. Girls being happy makes him happy in return, really!
However just because he can make girls happy doesn’t really help him in other departments. He’s quite the idiot, not understanding a lot of things when people tell him things and has the curiosity and attention span of what you’d expect out of a child. An example would be how he can hardly pay attention when people try explaining things and yet he’s able to easily go on his own rants and go off-subject a lot of the time. As well, a lot of things tend to scare him and a lot of the other nations seem to take it almost as a hobby to pick on him/bully him, his own older brother Romano being absolutely no exception to this.
All things aside, he’s quite good at sports like football, but when it comes to something like training, he avoids it like the plague. That being as he sees it more like some kind of cruel torture and tries to get out of it when he can. Something made easier as despite he doesn’t look like it, he can run quite fast; so much so that it’s hard to catch up with him. This usually only happens though when he gets a fright or just decides to bolt, and when you’re Italian, needing to run away from the enemy as fast as possible is a good trait to have.
History: This & This should work~
What's your character's personal hell:
Seeing as Italy is the type to rely on everyone else and rarely has to rely on his own strength, his would be a world where he’s all alone. He’s worried so much about how people will leave him because of how useless he seems so for him he would constantly see the figures of the people he cares for most, always out of reach and gravely injured , but just as he gets close to them, they’ll disappear. The main two would be Germany and Japan, their backs always usually turned away from him.
Noone will hear his cries for help; no one will come to save him here. He would also be haunted by the things he doesn’t completely remember, such as Holy Roman Empire, catching the most fleeting glances of him but never being able to see his face no matter how much he tries to chase him.
His personal hell will look a lot like a battlefield, bomb-battered buildings, small craters in the earth, dead bodies and the like, to remind him of all the countless wars he’s had to face in the past. The dead bodies would more often than not take shape of his own countrymen, his own brother or any of his relatively close friends. As a nation they normally can’t die so seeing their forms believably dead would break him down, making him feel more closed off and alone from the world.
The monsters themselves would be presently a part of this hell as well, forcing him to fight with no one to defend him but himself. There’s nowhere he can really run here. Noone to save him or protect him like he wants.
First Person Sample: A thread/post from Somarium
Third Person Sample:
“Nn... Five more minutes, Germany...”
Italy mumbled out, a dreamy smile on his face as he attempted to roll over on what he thought was his bed but finding the ground beneath him was harder than any soft bed, eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright. “... G-Germany...? J-Japan...? ...F-Fratello?” His voice came out quiet and frightened as he pulled himself to his feet fearfully. Just where had he ended up? Before this he hadn’t even been asleep which made this automatically worse than it already was. It was so foggy and he couldn’t really see that far ahead of him, causing Italy’s heart to start racing in his chest rapidly out of fear.
Was he really here alone?
He had been with Japan and Germany and they’d been heading to a meeting to meet with America and the others, if he remembered correctly. There was no way this was just a trick. Everything was cold and the ground hard beneath his boots, causing him to look behind him and finding an infinite amount of fog; it was never ending and he was alone in it. Only as the stilted sound of static started sounding nearby did he jump visibly, amber-hued eyes widening and looking around for it before settling on some small, dark little object nearby him. “Ve? A radio...?”
Biting his lower lip nervously, Italy ventured forwards and knelt down to pick it up, turning it over in his hands curiously. It was so static-y that he couldn’t tell if there was anyone on the other end of it or not, but it could come in handy so he shoved it in his pocket for the time being, taking the slightest few steps forwards when he swore he saw the faintest shadow of a familiar form he knew all too well a ways ahead of him through the fog... but they were walking away from him. Which lead to him starting to walk at a faster pace, trying to catch up to them.
“G-Germany...?! W-Wait up! Please don’t leave me behind..!”
Name: Mika
Contact: AIM: an inked heart
Plurk: indulgentsin
|Character|
Character name: Feliciano Vargas/Italy
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Canon Point: Modern-day/2012
Journal:
alwaysneedssavingPersonality:
Simply put? Italy is quite the bubbly, cheerful and airheaded individual inside and out.
He relies a lot on the people around him despite being perfectly able to take care of himself when he’s not being lazy, and has a habit of being naked when he takes his naps and forgets to put pants on afterward, prompting others to fervent annoyance by his lack of clothes. Not that he’s ever really bothered by it at all. Italy is really the polar opposite of Germany, being lazy, disorganized and simply just a waste of space where it comes to anything related to fighting and is easily distracted by anything and everything else.
He’d much rather paint, cook or eat rather than do anything else, having little motivation to do much else than that so it’s going to come as no surprise to anyone to know Italy’s one of the biggest crybabies in the entire series. He will do everything and anything to avoid enemy capture but if it does happen, so he can get out sooner, will spout off anything at all that his captor wants to hear and then some. Even to the chagrin of any of his comrades. Which leads to saying that the one person he relies on more than anyone else is Germany, staying close and always needing his help out of situations whenever he gets in over his head – which is more often than not. Though while he’s heavily dependent on him and his other comrades, he’s quite the social butterfly and enjoys making friends and essentially is quite the optimist where it regards most things. Always thinking so positively and trying to cheer people up when they’re sad, but usually more often than not, it results in him making pasta. [The obvious solution to making people happy of course. ]
Italy is also quite the affectionate person and it can be a good or bad thing depending on who you are, as it can be either really adorable, annoying or just plain uncomfortable. He’s the type to go around openly claiming he loves someone whether he means it in ‘that’ way or not and absolutely has no problems approaching people for hugs or kisses. Something which has gotten him into some odd/awkward situations quite often. Yet for being how he is and such a coward, the one thing he has a weakness for is pretty girls. It’s not surprising to know that he enjoys telling them just how pretty they are, flattering them and being nice overall. Girls being happy makes him happy in return, really!
However just because he can make girls happy doesn’t really help him in other departments. He’s quite the idiot, not understanding a lot of things when people tell him things and has the curiosity and attention span of what you’d expect out of a child. An example would be how he can hardly pay attention when people try explaining things and yet he’s able to easily go on his own rants and go off-subject a lot of the time. As well, a lot of things tend to scare him and a lot of the other nations seem to take it almost as a hobby to pick on him/bully him, his own older brother Romano being absolutely no exception to this.
All things aside, he’s quite good at sports like football, but when it comes to something like training, he avoids it like the plague. That being as he sees it more like some kind of cruel torture and tries to get out of it when he can. Something made easier as despite he doesn’t look like it, he can run quite fast; so much so that it’s hard to catch up with him. This usually only happens though when he gets a fright or just decides to bolt, and when you’re Italian, needing to run away from the enemy as fast as possible is a good trait to have.
History: This & This should work~
What's your character's personal hell:
Seeing as Italy is the type to rely on everyone else and rarely has to rely on his own strength, his would be a world where he’s all alone. He’s worried so much about how people will leave him because of how useless he seems so for him he would constantly see the figures of the people he cares for most, always out of reach and gravely injured , but just as he gets close to them, they’ll disappear. The main two would be Germany and Japan, their backs always usually turned away from him.
Noone will hear his cries for help; no one will come to save him here. He would also be haunted by the things he doesn’t completely remember, such as Holy Roman Empire, catching the most fleeting glances of him but never being able to see his face no matter how much he tries to chase him.
His personal hell will look a lot like a battlefield, bomb-battered buildings, small craters in the earth, dead bodies and the like, to remind him of all the countless wars he’s had to face in the past. The dead bodies would more often than not take shape of his own countrymen, his own brother or any of his relatively close friends. As a nation they normally can’t die so seeing their forms believably dead would break him down, making him feel more closed off and alone from the world.
The monsters themselves would be presently a part of this hell as well, forcing him to fight with no one to defend him but himself. There’s nowhere he can really run here. Noone to save him or protect him like he wants.
First Person Sample: A thread/post from Somarium
Third Person Sample:
“Nn... Five more minutes, Germany...”
Italy mumbled out, a dreamy smile on his face as he attempted to roll over on what he thought was his bed but finding the ground beneath him was harder than any soft bed, eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright. “... G-Germany...? J-Japan...? ...F-Fratello?” His voice came out quiet and frightened as he pulled himself to his feet fearfully. Just where had he ended up? Before this he hadn’t even been asleep which made this automatically worse than it already was. It was so foggy and he couldn’t really see that far ahead of him, causing Italy’s heart to start racing in his chest rapidly out of fear.
Was he really here alone?
He had been with Japan and Germany and they’d been heading to a meeting to meet with America and the others, if he remembered correctly. There was no way this was just a trick. Everything was cold and the ground hard beneath his boots, causing him to look behind him and finding an infinite amount of fog; it was never ending and he was alone in it. Only as the stilted sound of static started sounding nearby did he jump visibly, amber-hued eyes widening and looking around for it before settling on some small, dark little object nearby him. “Ve? A radio...?”
Biting his lower lip nervously, Italy ventured forwards and knelt down to pick it up, turning it over in his hands curiously. It was so static-y that he couldn’t tell if there was anyone on the other end of it or not, but it could come in handy so he shoved it in his pocket for the time being, taking the slightest few steps forwards when he swore he saw the faintest shadow of a familiar form he knew all too well a ways ahead of him through the fog... but they were walking away from him. Which lead to him starting to walk at a faster pace, trying to catch up to them.
“G-Germany...?! W-Wait up! Please don’t leave me behind..!”
