Post by cammeo on May 6, 2010 23:59:40 GMT 2
Character information
Country: North Italy
Gender: Male
Starter pokémon: A Squirtle named Ludwig Jr.
Appearance:
Feliciano stands at roughly 172cm, looking much like his brother in appearance with being a slightly chubby little Italian boy. His very presence, however, it much different from Romano's. Feli gives off a much more relaxing feeling around him, always smiling or with some sort of dumb look on his face. He is also, in a way, a mirror image of Romano in that he has a similar curl, but this is on the left side of his head rather than the right.
Personality:
Feliciano is your typical Italian. He is always either napping, cooking pasta, being artsy or flirting with women. Feli is the type of guy that is easy to get along with if you allow him to be friendly. He has little concern as to whom he is interacting with, finding everyone very interesting in their own ways. He is an interesting little fellow, but sometimes difficult to tolerate for long periods of time. Admittedly, he can be extremely dense and intolerable with his strange songs and his desire to use important resources for rather useless things.
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OOC information
Name: Go ahead and call me HK.
Age:NineteenFourty-Seven.
Time zone: GMT-6 Central
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Sample PostThe day had been bright and warm since the sun had risen. The birds were alive and the breeze cool. If a day could be better, the world would be made of pasta. It was simply brilliant outdoors, and yet the poor students of Gakuen, classes had started today, officially ending the summer. Many had grudgingly entered the doors, while a few others were either excited or just plain nervous. It was how every school season began, but with it being such a gorgeous day it was difficult not to feel even slightly apprehensive.
A young male wandered into Gakuen Park, reaching his hands over his head and arching his back in a stretch. With a yawn he rubbed at his eyes, but other than looking sleepy he seemed satisfied with being out of class, now. He was probably in the Freshman class, being as small as he was. His hair was an interesting copper color, a long, out of place curl reaching outward on the left side of his head. His skin was lightly pale and his eyes a pleasant brown. He was wearing the Gakuen uniform, but he had taken off the sweater.
"Ve~" Passing by some older women, the young Italian suddenly veered off course from his original path and headed toward them. They were quite surprised by his sudden appearance, but nonetheless greeted him kindly. Out of habit he began to compliment them, flirting, and the girls only giggled and played along. The boy could care less, though. Whether they meant it or not, the attention was nice, and at least he was talking to pretty ladies. That could always make a day better.
As they pat his head and left, Feliciano Vargas, son of Julius Vargas and brother of Lovino Vargas, made his way to an empty bench. With a wide yawn he began to undo his tie without the slightest concern for how it looked to anyone else in the park. Once this was loose he also slipped it off, and then proceeded to strip off his shirt.
Now, one must realize that it isn't entirely bad to do. One, he was male and had nothing in the chest area to reveal indecently. Two, he was Italian and nude naps were quite pleasant. And three, well... He was Feliciano, after all. It should have been expected.
The boy wadded the shirt and sweater into a ball and set in on the bench, laying down and using it as a pillow. He snuggled up comfortably and within a matter of seconds was asleep.
Ah, to be Italian~
