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PLAYER INFO
Name: Artemis
Contact: I’ll supply that to the flocked post if accepted
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: North Italy/Italy Veneziano/Feliciano Vargas
Character journal: morethanpasta
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Point of Canon: January 2012.
Tattoo number: 36841
Appearance: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/830/200pxitaly0.png/ He is 172 cm tall, with an impressive lack of muscles and a distinctive hair curl on the left side of his head. This curl is an erogenous zone.
Personality: Although North Italy is one of the older nations, he has managed to retain his cheerfulness and innocence to the point of being downright naïve. Feliciano always thinks the best of everyone and expects things to end well. He isn’t one to brood or fret unless the cause is quite grave, in which case he will suffer with all his overemotional heart. He won’t even give much thought to the most essential things such as putting on pants after his daily siesta. For this reason, he is often dismissed as stupid. Yet to Feliciano, it makes perfect sense. He simply has different priorities than most people.
Feliciano is easily frightened, prone to clumsiness and rather lazy. Yet for a nation so easily cowed and usually eager to please, he can be surprisingly stubborn about sticking to what he considers important, such as his daily servings of pasta and siesta. You can cow him into momentary obedience, but as soon as you turn your back, he will cheerfully pretend it never happened. He employs this strategy of deliberate oblivion on all things he would rather not acknowledge. However, while Italy is lazy, it isn’t out of disinterest or spite. He always tries his hardest, within his means. He may fail, he may run away, but he will always have the best intentions and pour all his heart into a task. This nation is no warrior; he is an artist and a dreamer. Glory and riches mean little to him, just like power. When given the chance to become a great empire, he deemed the price he and his beloved would have to pay for it too high.
For all that he is scatter-brained and thinks ‘reading the atmosphere’ refers to a book, Italy’s social skills are excellent. He is a very kind, friendly nation who is capable of great empathy and understanding. Feliciano accepts people with all their peculiarities, offering his friendship and affection without expecting anything in return. He understands that love is displayed in different ways and isn’t easily discouraged or offended. Feliciano is also surprisingly down-to-earth in the way he handles his relationships. He isn’t one to play games with other people; with him, you get what you see. Provided he isn’t scared, he can be quite blunt, actually. While Feliciano may have grown up to be expressive in sharing his feelings anyway, the loss of his first love defined him. He learnt the hard way that if you wait too long, you will lose your chance forever. He is quite a flirt, though he usually thinks little of his flirts.
He is, by nature, kind to everyone he meets. He knows only two kinds of people, friends and people who are yet to become his friends. His brother may appear like the only exception. He loves Lovino with all his heart and is as openly affectionate with him as with everyone else. Yet he tends to neglect him, always chasing after the next thing or friend that is more entertaining than his grumpy brother. He can be dismissive of Lovino and finds it hard to see his positive character traits, such as when he was once prompted to say something nice about him and was unable to think of anything; furthermore, he doesn’t notice when his inattention hurts him. Yet despite their relationship being strained, he trusts Lovino in times of need and forgives him quickly. Feliciano remains unaware that he is as much at fault for the bad state of their relationship as Lovino. He believes that Lovino hates and loathes him and he just can’t understand what he has done to deserve it. To save himself the constant hurt, he distances himself emotionally from Lovino, which of course only perpetuates the vicious cycle.
Powers/Abilities: North Italy has access to hammerspace to retrieve objects, in his case usually a pillow and blanket for his daily siesta. He won’t have access to this in Pareidolia. He is, however, surprisingly fast when he is running from danger and can get naked at record speed.
History: Character history: http://hetalia.wikinet.org/wiki/Italy
Country history: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Italy Feliciano represents only the northern part of today’s Italy.
Journal sample: [Feliciano appears on the screen, wearing nothing but a sheepish smile.] Ve… ve…? Can anyone hear me? I tried to call Germany, but I can’t! I think this cell phone is broken! Germany? England? Anyone? [He gives the device a hard shake and holds it against his ear to check if anything rattles.] I sleep-walked and now I’m standing in front of some fountain and I think I got lost and I’m really sorry I’m late to the meeting! [He takes a deep breath after that run-on sentence. Feliciano tilts his head to the side.] Ve~ has anyone seen my pants?
Prose sample: “Pretty!” Feliciano’s mouth was agape as he stared at the fountain.
He blinked and it was only then that an important realization sank in: he shouldn’t be standing in front of a fountain in an unfamiliar place. Hadn’t he just laid down for siesta in the middle of the conference room? He rubbed the back of his neck and tilted his head to the side, shooting the fountain a pouty look. “Germany’s going to shout at me that I got myself lost having siesta.” The fountain continued to splash in an utterly unsympathetic manner. Feliciano shrugged, figuring he must have sleep-wandered and… somehow ended up here, wherever here may be. Something about this place gave him an uneasy feeling, but he dismissed it with a little shrug. That was probably the result of England bullying into taking a bite of his no good, horrible burnt scone.
Feliciano hummed and tapped his forefinger thoughtfully against his bottom lip. After some careful consideration, he decided that since everyone was already going to shout at him, he might as well continue his siesta. He shivered and hugged himself. If only it weren’t so cold!
It was only then that another, not quite as important realization hit Feliciano: he was naked.
Name: Artemis
Contact: I’ll supply that to the flocked post if accepted
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: North Italy/Italy Veneziano/Feliciano Vargas
Character journal: morethanpasta
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Point of Canon: January 2012.
Tattoo number: 36841
Appearance: http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/830/200pxitaly0.png/ He is 172 cm tall, with an impressive lack of muscles and a distinctive hair curl on the left side of his head. This curl is an erogenous zone.
Personality: Although North Italy is one of the older nations, he has managed to retain his cheerfulness and innocence to the point of being downright naïve. Feliciano always thinks the best of everyone and expects things to end well. He isn’t one to brood or fret unless the cause is quite grave, in which case he will suffer with all his overemotional heart. He won’t even give much thought to the most essential things such as putting on pants after his daily siesta. For this reason, he is often dismissed as stupid. Yet to Feliciano, it makes perfect sense. He simply has different priorities than most people.
Feliciano is easily frightened, prone to clumsiness and rather lazy. Yet for a nation so easily cowed and usually eager to please, he can be surprisingly stubborn about sticking to what he considers important, such as his daily servings of pasta and siesta. You can cow him into momentary obedience, but as soon as you turn your back, he will cheerfully pretend it never happened. He employs this strategy of deliberate oblivion on all things he would rather not acknowledge. However, while Italy is lazy, it isn’t out of disinterest or spite. He always tries his hardest, within his means. He may fail, he may run away, but he will always have the best intentions and pour all his heart into a task. This nation is no warrior; he is an artist and a dreamer. Glory and riches mean little to him, just like power. When given the chance to become a great empire, he deemed the price he and his beloved would have to pay for it too high.
For all that he is scatter-brained and thinks ‘reading the atmosphere’ refers to a book, Italy’s social skills are excellent. He is a very kind, friendly nation who is capable of great empathy and understanding. Feliciano accepts people with all their peculiarities, offering his friendship and affection without expecting anything in return. He understands that love is displayed in different ways and isn’t easily discouraged or offended. Feliciano is also surprisingly down-to-earth in the way he handles his relationships. He isn’t one to play games with other people; with him, you get what you see. Provided he isn’t scared, he can be quite blunt, actually. While Feliciano may have grown up to be expressive in sharing his feelings anyway, the loss of his first love defined him. He learnt the hard way that if you wait too long, you will lose your chance forever. He is quite a flirt, though he usually thinks little of his flirts.
He is, by nature, kind to everyone he meets. He knows only two kinds of people, friends and people who are yet to become his friends. His brother may appear like the only exception. He loves Lovino with all his heart and is as openly affectionate with him as with everyone else. Yet he tends to neglect him, always chasing after the next thing or friend that is more entertaining than his grumpy brother. He can be dismissive of Lovino and finds it hard to see his positive character traits, such as when he was once prompted to say something nice about him and was unable to think of anything; furthermore, he doesn’t notice when his inattention hurts him. Yet despite their relationship being strained, he trusts Lovino in times of need and forgives him quickly. Feliciano remains unaware that he is as much at fault for the bad state of their relationship as Lovino. He believes that Lovino hates and loathes him and he just can’t understand what he has done to deserve it. To save himself the constant hurt, he distances himself emotionally from Lovino, which of course only perpetuates the vicious cycle.
Powers/Abilities: North Italy has access to hammerspace to retrieve objects, in his case usually a pillow and blanket for his daily siesta. He won’t have access to this in Pareidolia. He is, however, surprisingly fast when he is running from danger and can get naked at record speed.
History: Character history: http://hetalia.wikinet.org/wiki/Italy
Country history: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Italy Feliciano represents only the northern part of today’s Italy.
Journal sample: [Feliciano appears on the screen, wearing nothing but a sheepish smile.] Ve… ve…? Can anyone hear me? I tried to call Germany, but I can’t! I think this cell phone is broken! Germany? England? Anyone? [He gives the device a hard shake and holds it against his ear to check if anything rattles.] I sleep-walked and now I’m standing in front of some fountain and I think I got lost and I’m really sorry I’m late to the meeting! [He takes a deep breath after that run-on sentence. Feliciano tilts his head to the side.] Ve~ has anyone seen my pants?
Prose sample: “Pretty!” Feliciano’s mouth was agape as he stared at the fountain.
He blinked and it was only then that an important realization sank in: he shouldn’t be standing in front of a fountain in an unfamiliar place. Hadn’t he just laid down for siesta in the middle of the conference room? He rubbed the back of his neck and tilted his head to the side, shooting the fountain a pouty look. “Germany’s going to shout at me that I got myself lost having siesta.” The fountain continued to splash in an utterly unsympathetic manner. Feliciano shrugged, figuring he must have sleep-wandered and… somehow ended up here, wherever here may be. Something about this place gave him an uneasy feeling, but he dismissed it with a little shrug. That was probably the result of England bullying into taking a bite of his no good, horrible burnt scone.
Feliciano hummed and tapped his forefinger thoughtfully against his bottom lip. After some careful consideration, he decided that since everyone was already going to shout at him, he might as well continue his siesta. He shivered and hugged himself. If only it weren’t so cold!
It was only then that another, not quite as important realization hit Feliciano: he was naked.