[APP] My vital regions contain tomatoes and evil muffins.
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NAME:
Kim
AGE:
20
TIME ZONE:
Central, GMT -6:00
LIVEJOURNAL:
kura_kimber
CONTACT
EMAIL: pocketoftheheart@yahoo.com
AIM: pocketoftheheart
MSN: lovino_vargus@live.com
PLURK: HeartPocket
ASTRA: pocketoftheheart
SKYPE: buono_tomatos
HAVE YOU READ THE FAQ AND RULES?:
Yep!
THIS RP IS A YEAR LONG GAME. CAN YOU COMMIT TO THE CHARACTER YOU ARE APPLYING FOR?:
Oh yes~!
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NAME:
Lovino Vargas
NATION/STATE:
South Italy
AGE:
24
PRIOR JOB TITLE:
Thug. Lovino held various jobs at a 'family-run' restaurant called the Buono Tomato. Nothing particularly notable.
EDUCATION:
He dropped out of High School at age 17 with no other schooling. He can read and write in both English and Italian, and that’s about all he gained from his time in the classroom.
HAS YOUR CHARACTER EVER COMMITTED A CRIME? IF YES, PLEASE EXPLAIN:
Yes, though none of them will show up in a background check.
A few of the crimes he’s committed include theft, carjacking, multiple counts of assault, and then there’s a nasty little rumor about murder. Then again, what ex-mafioso isn't rumored to have killed a man?
DID YOUR CHARACTER JOIN NATION CORP. WILLINGLY?:
He was made an offer he couldn't refuse, so yes.
SKILLS:
Lovino's crafty and good with his hands, so hold on to your wallets. He's also nearly trilingual, with Italian as his mother tongue, English learned in school (not to mention the slang picked up from American tourists), and bits of Spanish he picked up only to flirt with women while on vacation in Spain.
Gardening is his stress-relief hobby, and we are going to consider this a skill.
PERSONALITY:
To sum it up, Lovino is a foul-mouthed punk with an inferiority complex. While he can actually be a gentleman to the ladies, he is rude and abrasive to men. There are no exceptions.
He was separated from his brother as a child and didn't see him again for nearly twenty years. The reunion was such a poignant event to Lovino that he now makes a habit of obsessively keeping Feliciano safe, to the point that he criticizes the boy's friends and believes they are a bad influence... not that Lovi has room to talk.
Addressing his inferioty complex, we have to take a look at his childhood first. When he and Feliciano were still together (before the boys turned 5), Feliciano was often praised for being a good obedient child, whereas Lovino would garner crooked looks because he had broken another piece of china. This would continue to drive a lack of self-esteem into the older twin. Now, as an adult, he makes a habit of feeling less than happy with himself. No, he doesn't cry himself to sleep about it, but it's a null sort of pain that never really goes away, one that can dull the light in his eyes at times.
Because he craves attention and praise, he will often cause trouble just to be noticed. This includes being cruel to others even when they don't deserve it. Throwing things when he's angry is a common occurrence, a childish thing he never grew out of.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
From a distance, Lovino and Feliciano may seem to be identical, but a closer inspection would dash that thought clean out of your head. Lovino is a couple of inches taller, around 5’10”. His hair is a dark reddish-brown and his skin has seen a lot of sun, giving it that iconic olive tone Italians are known for. A noticeable curl that refuses to be tamed (and seems to be a hereditary trait) falls to the right from Lovi’s point of view. His eyes are usually a golden brown, but can appear golden green if the lighting is right.
As for his clothes, he dresses sharp in dark suits when the situation calls for it and borderline metro when it doesn’t (he likes his pink shirts, okay?). He has a pair of nice Italian shoes he’s had since he was a teen and he refuses to get rid of them.
HISTORY:
Lovino was born the oldest in a set of twins, if only by a few minutes. He and his fraternal twin, Feliciano, were spoiled like any other children born to doting parents. Their mother Giselle especially, who would coo over how cute her little bambinos were. That familial happiness lasted until the boys were almost 3, when Lovino was the first to start jabbering. His first words weren't 'mamma" or "papà", nor were they anything akin to "hungry" or "sleepy". No, the first intelligible sound that fell from little Lovino's innocent mouth was "cazzo (fuck)". At the time, neither parent knew where he'd learned such a vulgar word, and neither found it amusing that Lovino would bounce and giggle every time he got a reaction from it. It wasn't long before the little terror took to screaming his favorite word wherever he went, embarrassing his parents and getting spankings every time he did it. When his favorite word ceased to give him the attention he wanted, he took to knocking glasses off of tables and breaking things on purpose.
While Lovino would often times be scolded for his behavior, he saw that Feliciano was never punished. Of course, as a little tot, he couldn't comprehend why. So, starting at a young age, his attitude towards Feliciano was rooted in jealousy. He would even push Feliciano over when he felt he was receiving more attention than himself. When that didn't help, he would just cry. Loudly. Yep, he was quite a handful.
When the boys turned 5, shit hit the fan. Their grandfather, Romulus, had started to visit the Vargas family's home in Italy, intending to dote on his son Nero, daughter-in-law Giselle, and the little bambinos. Things went well until the whole family was involved in a shooting aimed at taking Nero's life. Discoveries were made that Nero was involved in the Mafia. Romulus strongly suggested Nero walk off that path, but instead, Nero cut off all ties to the man and told him to mind his own business. Later that week, while Lovino was inside the house, Feliciano went missing. After that incident, the Vargas household would never be a happy one again.
Things with the mob became stressful for Nero, now that he was being targeted, and he began taking out that stress on those closest to him. It wasn't uncommon for him to hit his wife in front of Lovino, or to use Lovino's bad behaviour as an excuse to beat him. Lovino spent a majority of his time hiding under tables. In fact, by age ten, Lovino carried the belief that Feliciano's disappearance (at the time assumed death) was his fault, as was everything else that happened. He never said those things out loud, because he outwardly denied everything.
It was when Lovino was 17 that Nero had coerced him into joining the Mafia. Initially, Lovino refused. A knife wound later, his mind changed pretty quickly. Lovino had already been pickpocketing people on the street and starting fights in school, so needless to say, he was already cut out for it. Shortly after his initiation into the mob (which birthed Lovino's fear at the sight of blood), Lovino dropped out of High School and started working for a restaurant owned by Nero's boss, called the Buono Tomato. After a week of working in the kitchen, he learned that he had a knack for making food taste good, and the repeat customers had to agree. He made a damn good pizza. Sadly, the quaint little restaurant was actually a front for drug operations, which went down in the cellar. Lovino was never a part of them.
Lovino adjusted to being a hooligan easily, to tell the truth. The only things he had to worry about were getting ratted out and getting killed. One of the two had to happen sooner or later, unfortunately.
He didn't find out who, but someone tipped off the police to the restaurant's illegal agenda and not long after it was shut down. Strange things began to happen, up to and including every member of the Famiglia Lovino was in going missing or being caught by the police with the help of unmistakably solid evidence. Even Nero vanished, though Lovino believed the man was vacationing in France. The feeling of being watched permeated Lovino's consciousness, leaving him a paranoid wreck.
It was about that time that Lovino received a letter from his Grandfather, whom he hadn't heard from since before Feliciano went missing. It was a request that Lovino come to America to work for Romulus' company, Nation Corp.. The part that convinced him to say yes?
"If you don't do it for yourself, do it for Feliciano."
OTHER:
{+} Just about the only thing I've explicitly translated into human terms is the Italian Reunification. However, I have some ideas for others, like the Italian Diaspora and of course, the Spanish rule over South Italy, but that would require chatting with the muns first!
{+} Lovino has a habit of hiding several knives on his person at any given time, though seeing as how he has to play nice, they're mostly for self defense and a last ditch effort if his fists don't work.
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ACTION POST SAMPLE:
[As annoying as Feliciano is, Lovino can’t stay mad at him. This could be the reason he’s sitting here, at a foreign kitchen table in a foreign penthouse in America, waiting for the cheery little twerp to finish making breakfast. Not…that… he can’t make it himself. He just chooses not to.]
Hey, is it done yet or not? I’m starvin’.
[He grumbles and lets his head fall to the table with a ‘thud’.]
PROSE SAMPLE:
He must have been cursed. That was the only explanation Lovino could find for his string of bad luck, short of believing the entire world was out to get him. Sure, he’d done his share of bad deeds, and confession could only do so much for his inner peace, but he didn’t think he deserved this.
“You. You fucking bastard.” Seething didn’t even come close to describing the Italian at that moment. He was ready to punch a hole in either a wall or someone’s face. Preferably the moron standing in front of him. Said moron shuffled on his feet before retreating straight out of the restaurant’s employee entrance. Lovino followed him a good ways down the alley before finally giving up and kicking over a trash can in anger.
“F-fucking asshole! IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN…” He let the end of his threat linger, the recipient long gone down the road anyway. But the fact remained that the next time Lovino saw the man, he’d kick him in the teeth.
Still irate and fuming, he grumbled his way back into the little kitchen, now the only employee for the rest of the night. By some miracle, the other employees, even the legitimate ones, all had previous engagements and took the day off. The guy that’d just made a break for it was supposed to be Lovino’s help, but he ran away like it would kill him to work. Lovino didn’t even say anything rude or intimidating to the guy this time!
“Ugh.. it’s just me then..”
It’s like the whole damn town is deserting me or something. Even the old man went missing a few days ago.
Though he’s probably just in France with some whore again.
It was true, lots of people Lovino saw on a daily basis were starting to go missing. The thought of his worthless father’s escapades in France brought the brunette’s temper to a boil. If the bastard was here in Italy to watch over his own fuckin’ Famiglia, members wouldn’t be disappearing at the rate they were. A lot of them were being picked off by the police, who had apparently been tipped off by some anonymous third party. The Family was all but finished, which was why Lovino was here, working late and doing what he could to avoid looking for a real job.
Pickpocketing was out of the question now that the cops were on to him.
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A week later, Lovino received a letter addressed from the grandfather he hardly knew, Romulus. In that letter was an offer and a bit of amazing news.
The gist of the letter was simply Romulus asking Lovino to work for his company. Which, while the Italian dreaded the thought of relocation and the troubles he’d probably have getting to America, any kind of job offer looked good at that moment. A little further down the letter was a revelation that forced him to take a seat and hold his head in his hands, dropping the letter completely.
’If you don’t do it for yourself, then do it for Feliciano.’
Feliciano was alive. After nearly twenty years of being told his twin was dead, Lovino was overwhelmed with the need to weep with joy. It was like God had been playing a mean trick on him the whole time and was finally getting around to the ‘just kidding!’ part.
It was annoying and random, yet bizarrely coincidental that the letter had arrived a day after the last man (other than himself) in his Famiglia had been arrested. It was looking like he didn’t have much of a choice.
BBS SAMPLE:
[Re: Meeting Announcement]
Hey, I’m not giving up my lunch break just to hear you talk. Someone better bring something to eat that isn’t potatoes or else I’m skipping.