Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jun 6, 2013 19:19:44 GMT -5
"Nee, I really liked you, you know? But now, I'm afraid I have to kill you.~"
"Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it..."
"Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it..."
Name: Feliciano Vargas
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Aliases: Veneciano (Birth name), Feli, Vene Ciano (Nicknames from his grandfather or "friends.")
Occupation: Mafiosi / Dealer
Appearance: Upon first glance, Feliciano doesn't appear to be intimidating. The goofy smile usually gracing his face as well as his excitable and cheerful mannerisms usually make him appear to be much younger than he is, not to mention people often let their guard down around him because of this trait. His scrawny build along with the previously mentioned attributes make this fellow seem very sweet and non-threatening. In short, he looks more the artistic scholar than a fighter. Feliciano's most noticeable feature is his haircurl, which mirrors that of his older brother's. There's more to him than meets the eye, however. While he may have a scrawny appearance, he's quite lean, which makes sprinting or running quite easy--he can also be quite strong. Physically speaking.
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Personality: Feliciano is a man of many faces. Many quirks, emotions and attributes help to create this cimplicated, often misunderstood Italian.When one first runs into him, there's a chance they'd be taken aback by his bubbly personality and chipper appearance. His smile is enough to blind you and it's stated by his brother he's so damn cheerful it boarders on annoying. Despite the harsh times he's friendly, warm, outgoing, easy to please, and loves to help others out as much as he possibly can. This might seem a little suspicious, you'd be right to think so, but apart of it is just his genuine personality. He's delighted to share what he makes with others and loves to see what they come up with as well.
Some people might think of him as idiotic. For one reason or another, Feliciano just can;t understand the atmosphere around people, often being his ridiculous self when it was obvious to others about the tension in the air and that he should be keeping quiet. Though when it comes to the underground work, he's proven himself to be able to read the mood quite well. Basing his actions on the current air and staying silent when need be, more often than not letting his grandfather or brother take care of the emotional portion of the business.
He's the kind of person who lives in the here and now, do what you want when you want, and enjoy what you have in life! No need for serious responsibilities, something that the Italian likes to shy away from as long as he doesn't get caught or into trouble.
However, there's more to this bubbly Italian than meets the eye. Some could call him bi-polar if they could see what he does in his spare time, and mind you it's completely untrue. He wouldn't call it bi-polar, more of a multiple persona kind of situation. There are times the usually vibrant Italian can come across as cold-hearted, distant, and even a little stubborn. Cold and calculating is the game after all. He has to. Doing his grandfather's dirty work is exciting and while he may find joy in it, he's still taking a human life. A father from his kids, a husband from his wife--sometime's a mother from her child. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't believe in God Feliciano might be terrified of going to hell for his crimes, but, since he's long since given up hope, there's nothing to fear. Not even Death. Really. He could look that creep in the eye, backhand him and tell it to hurry up and take him already.You could say he has quite the dangerous streak,purposefully placing himself in a situation that could cause him permanent to critical harm. His temper is somewhat legendary, hidden behind his smile and constantly at a hot simmer. And when pressured enough, Feliciano seems to...revert. You cannot predict how this Italian will act, because even the smallest thing could set off something you don't want to see or be on the receiving end of.
Despite all of this, his past has indeed left a mark on this ripped up soul. This shows itself as a deeply-rooted and intense nervous streak. Feliciano is easily startled by loud, unexpected sounds, and reacts to them by breaking out into hysteria, crying frantically and trying to find shelter. Clinging to whatever's next to him, if he's unable to find either Feliciano tends to have a panic attack until he's calmed down.
So really, one must be careful when dealing with him. There are plenty of sides you can see, and if you're too hasty, you might not like what shows up.
Family: Fiorella Vargas (Mother / Deceased), Romulus Vargas (Grandfather), Lovino Vargas (Older Brother)
Likes:
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Aliases: Veneciano (Birth name), Feli, Vene Ciano (Nicknames from his grandfather or "friends.")
Occupation: Mafiosi / Dealer
Appearance: Upon first glance, Feliciano doesn't appear to be intimidating. The goofy smile usually gracing his face as well as his excitable and cheerful mannerisms usually make him appear to be much younger than he is, not to mention people often let their guard down around him because of this trait. His scrawny build along with the previously mentioned attributes make this fellow seem very sweet and non-threatening. In short, he looks more the artistic scholar than a fighter. Feliciano's most noticeable feature is his haircurl, which mirrors that of his older brother's. There's more to him than meets the eye, however. While he may have a scrawny appearance, he's quite lean, which makes sprinting or running quite easy--he can also be quite strong. Physically speaking.
Picture:
"What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?"
Who don’t believe in anything?"
Personality: Feliciano is a man of many faces. Many quirks, emotions and attributes help to create this cimplicated, often misunderstood Italian.When one first runs into him, there's a chance they'd be taken aback by his bubbly personality and chipper appearance. His smile is enough to blind you and it's stated by his brother he's so damn cheerful it boarders on annoying. Despite the harsh times he's friendly, warm, outgoing, easy to please, and loves to help others out as much as he possibly can. This might seem a little suspicious,
Some people might think of him as idiotic. For one reason or another, Feliciano just can;t understand the atmosphere around people, often being his ridiculous self when it was obvious to others about the tension in the air and that he should be keeping quiet. Though when it comes to the underground work, he's proven himself to be able to read the mood quite well. Basing his actions on the current air and staying silent when need be, more often than not letting his grandfather or brother take care of the emotional portion of the business.
He's the kind of person who lives in the here and now, do what you want when you want, and enjoy what you have in life! No need for serious responsibilities, something that the Italian likes to shy away from as long as he doesn't get caught or into trouble.
However, there's more to this bubbly Italian than meets the eye. Some could call him bi-polar if they could see what he does in his spare time, and mind you it's completely untrue. He wouldn't call it bi-polar, more of a multiple persona kind of situation. There are times the usually vibrant Italian can come across as cold-hearted, distant, and even a little stubborn. Cold and calculating is the game after all. He has to. Doing his grandfather's dirty work is exciting and while he may find joy in it, he's still taking a human life. A father from his kids, a husband from his wife--sometime's a mother from her child. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't believe in God Feliciano might be terrified of going to hell for his crimes, but, since he's long since given up hope, there's nothing to fear. Not even Death. Really. He could look that creep in the eye, backhand him and tell it to hurry up and take him already.You could say he has quite the dangerous streak,purposefully placing himself in a situation that could cause him permanent to critical harm. His temper is somewhat legendary, hidden behind his smile and constantly at a hot simmer. And when pressured enough, Feliciano seems to...revert. You cannot predict how this Italian will act, because even the smallest thing could set off something you don't want to see or be on the receiving end of.
Despite all of this, his past has indeed left a mark on this ripped up soul. This shows itself as a deeply-rooted and intense nervous streak. Feliciano is easily startled by loud, unexpected sounds, and reacts to them by breaking out into hysteria, crying frantically and trying to find shelter. Clinging to whatever's next to him, if he's unable to find either Feliciano tends to have a panic attack until he's calmed down.
So really, one must be careful when dealing with him. There are plenty of sides you can see, and if you're too hasty, you might not like what shows up.
Family: Fiorella Vargas (Mother / Deceased), Romulus Vargas (Grandfather), Lovino Vargas (Older Brother)
Likes:
- Playing the Violin
- His immediate family. (i.e Romulus & Lovino)
- His double life.
- Taking a siesta, art, architecture.
- Theatre
- Pasta~
- Cooking
Dislikes:
- Being underestimated due to his appearance.
- Being looked down on.
- Those who oppose his grandfather and his business.
- Senseless killing. (He simply assumes if someone has to die there's a reason.)
- Speaking about his mother.
Aspirations:
- To ensure his grandfather's work is a success, even if it means his death.
- Preventing senseless killing from occurring.
- Settling down in the country one day with a family, not having to worry about the hardships of the world.
Fears:
- Being caught for his crimes.
- Losing his family or seeing them harmed.
- Being viewed as worthless.
History:
Feliciano was born to Fiorella Vargas on March 10, 1899. Well, his birth name is actually Veneciano, his mother named him after the city he was born in, hoping it would bring him protection and guidance. His father was unknown to him, and he never bothered to ask because he was afraid it would have caused his mother un-needed pain. He also had an older brother, with only a year separating the two in age, though, even to this day their relationship is a little odd. Aah, but that's for a later time. For the longest time, his mother had dreamed of raising her children in Germany, although it was later brought up that she may have been searching for a new husband or her previous lover. She stuck to the claim that she merely wnated to raise her two boys in a different environment and present them a whole new world than the one she'd come to know. When he was only four years old, Feliciano found himself in a land of terror and unmeasurable horror.
His memory of Germany is terrible, and he's come to assume it's because he's desperately trying to block something out.
By the time he was seven, Feliciano found himself in the America's and lived with his grandfather who'd set sail there years prior to he and his brother's birth. He took to the city like glue. Investing himself in drawing, cooking, and cleaning. Learning everything possible to survive once he turned of age, and unconsciously trying to remain close to his late mother. It didn't take long for his grandfather to bring he and his brother into his alcohol business and despite his young age and scrawny appearance, Feliciano was a hard worker.
- It's pointed out by a fellow worker that due to his mother committing suicide, Feliciano's action are a subconscious effort to ensure that the rest of his family will stay with him. Figuring the young child thought his mother killed herself because he was useless and could do nothing to help her in her times of need.
The only person he felt close to was his grandfather, somehow, a rift had grown between he and his brother and despite his attempts came to believe his brother hated him as well. In fact, he came to accept that when he was only thirteen years old.
He attended school for a short time, and also studied at the house when his grandfather had the time to teach him, as such, he was usually ahead of the rest of his classmates. Even made a friend! An American named Ryan. Those two couldn't be torn apart, and the remained friends up until their Senior year of high school. And then the War came. That was when Ryan was drafted to go serve. He was distraught, but the two had to accept the fact he was going to leave. He wrote the man letters every day, hoping they'd keep him in good spirits while out on the warfront. Weeks turned to months, months turned to more months; Feliciano had long since dropped out of High School. Deciding to aid his grandfather in his underground business, and that was when he heard the news. Ryan had been killed. Shot down by an enemy plane. His only friend was now rotting on enemy soil.
Today, a twenty-three year old dealer, Feliciano spends his free time selling pies or other baked goods on the side of the street by day, and aiding his grandfather with whatever he needed at night. He firmly believes God is punishing him for being unable to aid his mother, but in turn, he blames God for doing nothing to help her. Veneciano is nothing but a past name, Feliciano is the start of his new life in a world that seems so rotten.
Sample Post: (Taken from my RLD post in Fight or Flight.
For as long as he could remember, a graveyard was the place one came to grieve and release their sorrows. A place where the dead could finally start their eternity of rest; at least until night came. When he was still nothing more than a child viewing the world for the first time, Feliciano could see all sorts of spirits of the night. They never filled him with a sense of dread, he felt no fear when speaking to them. One could even say he was relaxed in such moments, finally, someone else to communicate with. Someone who could tell him what the world was like, what was out there-- the dangers lurking.
Grandpa Rome and Austria taught him many things that was something he couldn't deny, but so did the lingering spirits. Back then, how was he to know what he'd been speaking to? As far as he knew they were just ordinary people wandering about the house, perhaps one of Austria's new servants who got a little too curious about the boy.
As he grew older and the meaning of death changed in his mind, little by little, he began to realize what he'd been speaking with. And it filled him with regret. After all, nation's may have been more powerful and wiser than humans, but they weren't gods. No one could bring the dead back to life, it was impossible.
The realm of spirits, oftentimes, was something he wished to forget. The cries, pleas, begging for help-it was too painful to listen to. Especially when he could do nothing to help, some wanted more than he could offer. Austria was none too thrilled when he realized what the younger nation could do, forbade him from ever speaking with such a creature again.
Creature?
Were they not human as well? Simply because they died that stripped them and the ones left behind the right to call them human beings? For what reason? Why? Always a question-never an answer.
Death in general was, confusing. It'd been a long time since he lost anyone of importance that he cared for, or a friend in general-would he even know how to react? How did one handle the death of someone they were close to? How did you handle death at all? Yes, you mourned and cried he knew that much, but were their any steps one had to take in moving on? Did you ever move on? How? Why? Moving on was...forgetting wasn't it? Why would you want to forget someone who meant so much to you? It made no sense.
Humanity and mortality was...confusing.
Veneciano was beginning to wish he never knew what being mortal felt like; it was an experience he didn't want to revisit. Ever again. Being as mortal as he felt, the concept of actually being able to die-it scared him. For the first time since the World War Feliciano was terrified of death being a possibility for him and the others. Which one of them had a chance to survive for awhile? Who would fall easily?
'The strong will live and the weak will die.'
So how had he found himself out here? Simple, curiosity was a powerful, undeniable force. It was for that very reason he decided to get some form of fresh air, staying in that insufferable house for too long would drive him insane and push him across a line that should never be crossed. It was pushing him to days long past-and a personality that should remain buried. Plus, it was an escape. A chance to pay his respects to the former inhabitants of this land, while he had no incense to burn or flowers to bring, it was the thought that counted. Perhaps, if one day he had the time, he'd clean the graves for them. Every last one. They deserved that much.
The truth was, he was going blind. With the growing waters in Venice Feliciano was slowly starting to lose his sight day-by-day. And he was so scared of what would go next. His liver? His lungs, his heart?! What was next? When would he...
. . .
When would he join those layed to rest in the earth?
