Post by Feliciano Vargas on Mar 29, 2011 7:22:31 GMT -5
♦Feliciano Vargas♦
Basic Information
Character Name Feliciano Vargas
Age24
Gender Male
Country The Italian Republic
Hometown Rome
House Position and Job Heir and head chef of Viva Italia
The Whole Story
Looks Don't Mean Everything Feliciano is a happy-go-lucky Italian, almost never seen without a grin on his face that stretches from ear to ear. His skin is tanned and as soft as his personality. His auburn hair is just short enough to not cover the back of his neck, but does cover his ears in the front. A piece of hair located on the right side of his head curls up naturally, and is almost always visible. Touching it makes him highly uncomfortable.
But Some of Us Are Ugly On the Inside, Too Feliciano treats everyone with kindness; this little guy showing hostility towards someone is highly unlikely. If he is intimidated by someone, he will most likely kiss up to them to make sure he stays safe, and is even willing to rat out his comrades if it means walking away with his life. He sees himself as inadequate and tries his hardest to improve himself but it never goes as planned.
I Have a Past:
Raised in Venice, Italy and brought to Hawaii at the age of sixteen, this little guy got dragged into the mafia business by his grandfather. He'd known his grandpa as a child, but he was presumed dead to his immediate family in Venice. You can imagine his surprise when he was found to be very much alive, and running a mafia. However, he was virtually useless; he'd rather surrender than fight, was almost useless with a gun, and had no spine to call his own. After discovering this, his grandfather was out of options. He couldn't find a place for him to fit in, and yet now that he was here and known as his grandson, it would be cold-hearted to simply cat him into the world he was brought into against his will. With no other option, he was given a building his grandfather owned that was once a restaurant. Now inspired, he almost immediately began to repair it, injuring himself more than once, and opened an Italian restaurant, called "Viva Italia~".
His restaurant helped fund the mafia, and also doubled as a meeting point for trades and other business-related meetings. What could be a better place to talk about trading guns illegally than a warm, friendly, Italian restaurant filled with mafia members, all sporting guns and ready to shoot at all times?
After meeting his grandfather, he was also introduced to his brother, Romano. He soon learned that they were complete opposites; while Feliciano was happy and hyper, Romano was nothing but a sour-puss, finding anything to complain about, and was more inclined to violence. But he loved his brother very much, and the two shared an apartment for the first year Feli was in Hawaii. In that year, his brother showed him around the town and taught him the ropes, like how to hold a gun, how to properly spy on the enemy, how to run from the English... Not all of the lessons were approved by their grandfather.
Now, he runs his pasta shop happily, and has only had to kill fifteen people, a number he is quite proud of being so low.
Other He’s a little too innocent for his own good, and is easy to deceive.
Give Me More:
~ Pasta, cooking, and eating.
~ Art
~ Sleeping
~ Money
~ Animals; mainly cats.
~ Surrender
~ Pretty girls~ *wink wink*
I Could Live Without:
~ Spiders
~ Working out
~ Guns and violence
~ French, the language. Something just feels wrong about it to him...
~ People that are more powerful than him. ((which is most everyone...))
Roleplay Sample:
“Pasta, pasta, I love to cook you~ Pasta, pasta, yum yum yum~” Feliciano hummed a happy tune. The ladle in his hand was dipped into his locally famous red sauce, the spices mixed in it giving the mixture a brownish taint, making the mixture more of a maroon than a bright red. The sauce was warmed for a few minutes, Feliciano stirring it and adding tiny pinches of seasonings and spices as he saw fit, then was transported to an awaiting porceline plate, filled with fresh noodles that were still hot, then poured over them, the fat string-like pieces being covered up by the perfectly seasoned sauce. A few shakes of parmesan, and a tiny pinch of oregano, and the dish was declared done and picked up, only to be placed on the kitchen counter to be picked up by the person that ordered it. The happy Italian rang the bell located on to his left on the counter, having to shuffle through a few old order papers and letters he hadn't thrown out yet, and called out the order.
“One House Special plate, extra tomato sauce~!” His hair curl was bouncing as if in joy as his body jumped up and down excitedly, waiting for the person that ordered the food to show up for his order, knowing full well who it was.
“Che palle, you take too long to cook your food, Feli!” Ah, there he was. A man that looked about the same as Feliciano, only with darker hair and a curl on the opposite side of his head that seemed to be curled up in anger, or possibly hunger; the ladder would explain why Romano's mood had taken a turn for the worse, and why he was virtually sprinting to his brother.
“Ve, sorry, Romano... But it’s ready! And made just the way you like it~ I even gave you a discount!”
The two chatted for a little while before Feliciano got a second order. He asked if Romano would stick around until he was done, but his response was "Like hell! I already had to wait almost an hour for mine! Why would I wait around for you to finish just to talk?!" He went on ranting for a while longer, forgetting about the food in front of him. Feliciano, despite his brothers verbal refusal to wait for him, knew he would be there when he was done, and raced back into his kitchen to complete the order. "I'll be back, fratello!"
Out of Character Information
Name Squiggles
Age Oh, I’m 21, you know u^u Lol j/k, 18~
Time Zone 5 GMT?
Contacts Send me a PM for this~
Anything Else?
((Yes, actually o3o I have a slight problem with emotes... I won't ever use one in an actual post, but I will in OOC. If it gets annoying, which I know it will, just tell me, and I will resist >.< Oh! And I'm sorry for this being so late, Cassette... And please excuse any typing errors... I'm not exactly used to this keyboard, and am on a limited time frame... That is all~))