Come on people, you all know you love him~
Mun Information
Nickname: Epic
Main LJ Account: mundaneepitome
AIM: pioggiatempesta
Other Messenger Info (list below in bullet form):
Other Characters:
Alessandra della Valle (already apped)
Pietro Giordani (to be apped)
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Basic Character Info
Character's LJ Username: letsbringiton
Name: Matteo de la Costa
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half Spanish, half Italian.
Mafia Family: Vongola
Main Flame Attribute: Uh. Rain? (OH HEY, VIANCA, IT MATCHES WITH YOURS--)
Secondary Flame Attribute/s:
Weapon of Choice: He prefers long distance - would you know it, he’s really good at using a bow and arrow, traditional stuff, the works. But yeah, lookie here, guns for him - specifically rifles.
Secondary Weapon: He uses this most of the time, though: nice machete from Latin America. Sure, it's...imported, and not really made for fighting, but hey, beauty of a thing right here. As long as it works, he's cool. Besides, it wasn't as though he could get the better swords that were made when Toledo, Spain was at its peak. Yeah, old - it was near impossible to find any since Toledo started dying after they moved the royal court over to Madrid a couple hundred of years ago.
Special Abilities: He. Doesn’t. Really. Use his flame. Either he doesn’t know how, or it’s no fun using it.
Appearance: Long story short, looks like a Yamamoto who’s too overconfident to be liked. And a darker tinged skin from being out in the sun so much as a child - ...he actually can make it work. It's a miracle. His eyes are black.
Clothing: Dress shirt, dress pants, dress shoes and maybe a tie for him. He’s the formal kind of guy - he likes uniforms.
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In-Depth Character Info
Personality: A laid-back sort of guy who really just wants something for his office and maybe to settle down with a nice girl. Anger seems to slip off him like water off a duck’s back, and Matteo plays Secondo’s substitute for when Secondo’s got hangovers and the Vongola need a temporary Don. He’s lax, takes everything in stride, and he really likes kids. In fact, he'd like to have a big family one day - he's very good at not having a temper - whether or not that's because he's unbelievably stupid optimistic remains to be seen. He likes to 'play' a lot and measures things in his mind as whether or not they're 'fun'. He likes a good woman with curves, but the best kinds are the ones that play so hard to get. In case it isn't clear, like Shamal, he will hit on anything with a skirt and a pretty face. Unlike Shamal, he's not that perverted or is he? Edit: he is totally OUT THERE and shameless with his wants. He likes lying and never really tells his real name to women unless something THOUGH HE'S STOPPED DOING THAT. ALSO: He loves furniture and decor more than woman. THEY JUST SPICE UP AN OFFICE HOW COULD YOU NOT AND THAT IS SOME GORGEOUS--He would marry an elegant carpet. Or beautiful flooring. THAT'S HOW MUCH HE LOVES THEM.
History: Boring stuff first. Huh. Well, he grew up with his mother and his little brothers and sisters - he had three brothers, five sisters - and he was probably the oldest of the lot. They had fun, went out and played, and then came back inside to rub stuff over their bite wounds and sunburned skin.
Practically his whole life took an interesting turn after the war. Or was it a battle? He likes to think of it as a war - more fun that way. Yeah, we got a combat expert here - knew all the ropes.
He got bored. Seriously. So he packed it up and went to Italy. Because Italy's a romantic city right? And he was bound to get lucky.
Of course, getting lucky meant he also encountered Secondo within the first three hours of entering the borders. Why, the first two and a half hours had nothing to do with the slips of papers with numbers from many beautiful women. He actually tried to hit on a woman...whose boyfriend was a...'high rank'. So, about to get his womanizing ass deported, when lo and behold, spots Arcangelo using the chaos he was making happen as a chance to get back into Italy without any trouble or attention. Because we all know mafiosi don't like attention. Except Matteo.
And see, since Matteo was such a resourceful person, he decided to prance by - he didn't really prance, but it's so in character, what can I say? - and wind an arm around Arcangelo's shoulder.
"Where is my good buddy going without me? Come on, no alcohol, you'll ruin your appetite for dinner. Give me that."
Before Arcangelo could go WTF KILL YOU or say anything else, Matteo proceeded to smooth talk and make some connections and friends with the people who were going to haul him overboard and see him dying off into the waterways. All. With a single bottle of whiskey. Of course, it was damn FINE whiskey and once out of the authorities' sights, Arcangelo was going to murder Matteo with his own hands--
And then. WHOA, what was with that woman, dressing her up so mannish?
...you guessed it. VI. AN. CAAAAA~
And of course, Matteo's stuck with Arcangelo ever since, even managing to get to the Outside Adviser position much to Arcangelo's chagrin drinking problems. Did you know? Matteo's responsible for 80/93 of it.
Canon Point: Hitting on a woman. A very nice looking woman. And then turns out it was a guy. DAMN IT, I'm straight, this is not fun. TAKE LESS ESTROGEN, BOY. I'll set you up with a good woman. Uh, yeah. Trying to be 'helpful'.
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Samples
LJ-Style Sample: [Ka-pow.
Matteo was totally cool with his door getting slammed open, you know? After all, he was just about ready to buy some more furniture.
But. Uh. He kind of liked that lamp.
Ooh, that chair too.
The dying thing that barely resembles a plant? Uh. Splattered in blood? You can take that out--he's never had a fondness for plants and whatnot and--]
.......chill, Vianca. If you beat up my subordinate anymore, I'll be forced to wash my own laundry and dry out my own underwear on a clothesline RIGHT OVER MY DESK.
Unless, of course, you want that. I can completely oblige if you want me too.
Third Person Sample: Matteo. Was not fond of people barging into his office dressed like drag queens. He made it clear with a shocked expression and a motion to cut it out, quick frantic gestures at the neck.
"Kiddo, we really need to up that performance! It was worse than worse--you didn't act a thing like her!"
The poor boy just looked at him befuddled, and hrm, there seemed to be a bit of red rising to the child's neck--anger? Nah, couldn't be. Matteo clapped a friendly arm around the boy's neck, hand out, stretching out towards the horizon and practically painting the picture.
"Think of it. With your pretty looks and my jokes, we'll never go dateless again!"
It was kind of funny when Vianca took that opportunity to smash down his door, along with the crumpled body of one of his other subordinates, blood gushing out from the skull. She was probably going to be loud again - such a lovely trait - when she caught sight. Of what. Matteo might've may or may not have been trying to do.
Which was teaching his subordinate the way of cross dressing properly and making sure the oranges didn't slip out under that bra.
SILENCE.
"Hey, Vianca, want to join?"
Matteo still didn't get why she flung the door at him.
It was bloody.
Nickname: Epic
Main LJ Account: mundaneepitome
AIM: pioggiatempesta
Other Messenger Info (list below in bullet form):
Other Characters:
Alessandra della Valle (already apped)
Pietro Giordani (to be apped)
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Basic Character Info
Character's LJ Username: letsbringiton
Name: Matteo de la Costa
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half Spanish, half Italian.
Mafia Family: Vongola
Main Flame Attribute: Uh. Rain? (OH HEY, VIANCA, IT MATCHES WITH YOURS--)
Secondary Flame Attribute/s:
Weapon of Choice: He prefers long distance - would you know it, he’s really good at using a bow and arrow, traditional stuff, the works. But yeah, lookie here, guns for him - specifically rifles.
Secondary Weapon: He uses this most of the time, though: nice machete from Latin America. Sure, it's...imported, and not really made for fighting, but hey, beauty of a thing right here. As long as it works, he's cool. Besides, it wasn't as though he could get the better swords that were made when Toledo, Spain was at its peak. Yeah, old - it was near impossible to find any since Toledo started dying after they moved the royal court over to Madrid a couple hundred of years ago.
Special Abilities: He. Doesn’t. Really. Use his flame. Either he doesn’t know how, or it’s no fun using it.
Appearance: Long story short, looks like a Yamamoto who’s too overconfident to be liked. And a darker tinged skin from being out in the sun so much as a child - ...he actually can make it work. It's a miracle. His eyes are black.
Clothing: Dress shirt, dress pants, dress shoes and maybe a tie for him. He’s the formal kind of guy - he likes uniforms.
------
In-Depth Character Info
Personality: A laid-back sort of guy who really just wants something for his office and maybe to settle down with a nice girl. Anger seems to slip off him like water off a duck’s back, and Matteo plays Secondo’s substitute for when Secondo’s got hangovers and the Vongola need a temporary Don. He’s lax, takes everything in stride, and he really likes kids. In fact, he'd like to have a big family one day - he's very good at not having a temper - whether or not that's because he's unbelievably stupid optimistic remains to be seen. He likes to 'play' a lot and measures things in his mind as whether or not they're 'fun'. He likes a good woman with curves, but the best kinds are the ones that play so hard to get. In case it isn't clear, like Shamal, he will hit on anything with a skirt and a pretty face. Unlike Shamal, he's not that perverted or is he? Edit: he is totally OUT THERE and shameless with his wants. He likes lying and never really tells his real name to women unless something THOUGH HE'S STOPPED DOING THAT. ALSO: He loves furniture and decor more than woman. THEY JUST SPICE UP AN OFFICE HOW COULD YOU NOT AND THAT IS SOME GORGEOUS--He would marry an elegant carpet. Or beautiful flooring. THAT'S HOW MUCH HE LOVES THEM.
History: Boring stuff first. Huh. Well, he grew up with his mother and his little brothers and sisters - he had three brothers, five sisters - and he was probably the oldest of the lot. They had fun, went out and played, and then came back inside to rub stuff over their bite wounds and sunburned skin.
Practically his whole life took an interesting turn after the war. Or was it a battle? He likes to think of it as a war - more fun that way. Yeah, we got a combat expert here - knew all the ropes.
He got bored. Seriously. So he packed it up and went to Italy. Because Italy's a romantic city right? And he was bound to get lucky.
Of course, getting lucky meant he also encountered Secondo within the first three hours of entering the borders. Why, the first two and a half hours had nothing to do with the slips of papers with numbers from many beautiful women. He actually tried to hit on a woman...whose boyfriend was a...'high rank'. So, about to get his womanizing ass deported, when lo and behold, spots Arcangelo using the chaos he was making happen as a chance to get back into Italy without any trouble or attention. Because we all know mafiosi don't like attention. Except Matteo.
And see, since Matteo was such a resourceful person, he decided to prance by - he didn't really prance, but it's so in character, what can I say? - and wind an arm around Arcangelo's shoulder.
"Where is my good buddy going without me? Come on, no alcohol, you'll ruin your appetite for dinner. Give me that."
Before Arcangelo could go WTF KILL YOU or say anything else, Matteo proceeded to smooth talk and make some connections and friends with the people who were going to haul him overboard and see him dying off into the waterways. All. With a single bottle of whiskey. Of course, it was damn FINE whiskey and once out of the authorities' sights, Arcangelo was going to murder Matteo with his own hands--
And then. WHOA, what was with that woman, dressing her up so mannish?
...you guessed it. VI. AN. CAAAAA~
And of course, Matteo's stuck with Arcangelo ever since, even managing to get to the Outside Adviser position much to Arcangelo's chagrin drinking problems. Did you know? Matteo's responsible for 80/93 of it.
Canon Point: Hitting on a woman. A very nice looking woman. And then turns out it was a guy. DAMN IT, I'm straight, this is not fun. TAKE LESS ESTROGEN, BOY. I'll set you up with a good woman. Uh, yeah. Trying to be 'helpful'.
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Samples
LJ-Style Sample: [Ka-pow.
Matteo was totally cool with his door getting slammed open, you know? After all, he was just about ready to buy some more furniture.
But. Uh. He kind of liked that lamp.
Ooh, that chair too.
The dying thing that barely resembles a plant? Uh. Splattered in blood? You can take that out--he's never had a fondness for plants and whatnot and--]
.......chill, Vianca. If you beat up my subordinate anymore, I'll be forced to wash my own laundry and dry out my own underwear on a clothesline RIGHT OVER MY DESK.
Unless, of course, you want that. I can completely oblige if you want me too.
Third Person Sample: Matteo. Was not fond of people barging into his office dressed like drag queens. He made it clear with a shocked expression and a motion to cut it out, quick frantic gestures at the neck.
"Kiddo, we really need to up that performance! It was worse than worse--you didn't act a thing like her!"
The poor boy just looked at him befuddled, and hrm, there seemed to be a bit of red rising to the child's neck--anger? Nah, couldn't be. Matteo clapped a friendly arm around the boy's neck, hand out, stretching out towards the horizon and practically painting the picture.
"Think of it. With your pretty looks and my jokes, we'll never go dateless again!"
It was kind of funny when Vianca took that opportunity to smash down his door, along with the crumpled body of one of his other subordinates, blood gushing out from the skull. She was probably going to be loud again - such a lovely trait - when she caught sight. Of what. Matteo might've may or may not have been trying to do.
Which was teaching his subordinate the way of cross dressing properly and making sure the oranges didn't slip out under that bra.
SILENCE.
"Hey, Vianca, want to join?"
Matteo still didn't get why she flung the door at him.
It was bloody.