Post by Loviino on Jan 26, 2011 5:46:20 GMT -5
Name: Lovino Vargas
Age: 23
Country: Italy
Appearance:
Lovino likes to think he has a common look— everyday hazel eyes, auburn hair and an olive complexion. However, the fact that he likes to dress in expensive designer labels (only because they’re the best money can buy) and has the weirdest hair curl ever, tend to draw away from whatever normalcy he’s preserved.
Likes:
Cooking, Gardening, Reading, Art, Tomatoes, Sleeping, Pretty women
Dislikes: Hard labor, Non-Italian food, Waking up early, Violence, Gore, Dogs, Annoying little brothers
Fears:
Being alone and Death
Quirks:
He can’t start his day without a cup of coffee. Okay; he can, but it would be a horrible, horrible day.
He doesn’t particularly mind giving advice—it’s mostly that nobody bothers asking.
Personality:
Lovino Vargas is hardly someone you’d willingly try to be friends with—and he wouldn’t hold it against you. Perhaps that’s sad; but that’s one persons opinion. Without an experts grasp on social skills, Lovino comes off as a bit of a jerk. However, most of his insults are just thrown around to cover-up any real feelings he may be having on the situation—why? He’s incredibly insecure. Not just that; but confidence has never really been his thing.
Maybe if he could find something he was good at, his personality would be different. For the moment, atleast; he’s stuck on thinking that there’s absolutely nothing he can excel at—not with his brother around, atleast.
But atleast; he’s able to stay relatively content and care-free, lazing about in the sun and taking long siesta’s.
Generally Lovino won’t care to insult you unless you’ve angered him in some way. Although, don’t be shocked if he slips in an ‘idiot’ or ‘bastard’ within the conversation. Unless you’re a woman—it’s never really been revealed why, but the Italian is completely civil and charming to the ladies. Whenever he’s confronted about the fact; it’s always tossed to the side with an ‘it’s the polite thing to do’.
He likes to think that everything he’s doing is right—despite what’s stated above about his insecurities; you won’t find him asking for help often. If there is one thing he can’t stand, it’s appearing weak in front of others. The thought alone makes him upset—if only because he knows it’s a little bit useless; everyone already knows he’s a coward.
History:
Lovino Vargas grew up in Italy with his younger brother and Grandfather. There are memories of his parents; but they’re brief and fleeting, not staying in his mind for longer than a few seconds. From what he had been told, they had been good enough people and they were even a little influential.
As a child, Lovino’s grandfather had greatly favored his brother; sometimes to the point where if both boys had got hurt playing, it would always end up being Lovino’s fault. For awhile, the Italian didn’t really mind—it was normal for adults to have a favorite kid, just like how kids had a toy they liked better than all the others. Though after awhile, he found himself communicating less and less with his grandfather; and more often than naught, when they did talk, it was always the same conversation.
Of course, he never really blamed his brother. Feliciano had always been more sociable than him, and he couldn’t stay mad at the younger sibling anyway. However, he did develop a small hatred for the man that took care of them as the years went on.
As it progressed into his teenage years, the feeling only deepened. Everything was about making sure Feliciano got what was needed— for schooling, art supplies, anything. Still, Lovino wasn’t about to blame his brother. The other had no idea he was being treated differently, after all; and he never acted like he was being spoiled.
At the age of eighteen; Lovino had earned enough money from working multiple odd-jobs to rent a place of his own. It hadn’t been the most marvelous of apartments; but most of the places we first start out at aren’t.
He’d said his goodbyes to Feliciano; but had never even bothered to inform his Grandfather of his leaving.
OOC Info
[/u]Age: 23
Country: Italy
Austria's anger is Spice Girls
Appearance:
Lovino likes to think he has a common look— everyday hazel eyes, auburn hair and an olive complexion. However, the fact that he likes to dress in expensive designer labels (only because they’re the best money can buy) and has the weirdest hair curl ever, tend to draw away from whatever normalcy he’s preserved.
Likes:
Cooking, Gardening, Reading, Art, Tomatoes, Sleeping, Pretty women
Dislikes: Hard labor, Non-Italian food, Waking up early, Violence, Gore, Dogs, Annoying little brothers
Fears:
Being alone and Death
Quirks:
He can’t start his day without a cup of coffee. Okay; he can, but it would be a horrible, horrible day.
He doesn’t particularly mind giving advice—it’s mostly that nobody bothers asking.
Personality:
Lovino Vargas is hardly someone you’d willingly try to be friends with—and he wouldn’t hold it against you. Perhaps that’s sad; but that’s one persons opinion. Without an experts grasp on social skills, Lovino comes off as a bit of a jerk. However, most of his insults are just thrown around to cover-up any real feelings he may be having on the situation—why? He’s incredibly insecure. Not just that; but confidence has never really been his thing.
Maybe if he could find something he was good at, his personality would be different. For the moment, atleast; he’s stuck on thinking that there’s absolutely nothing he can excel at—not with his brother around, atleast.
But atleast; he’s able to stay relatively content and care-free, lazing about in the sun and taking long siesta’s.
Generally Lovino won’t care to insult you unless you’ve angered him in some way. Although, don’t be shocked if he slips in an ‘idiot’ or ‘bastard’ within the conversation. Unless you’re a woman—it’s never really been revealed why, but the Italian is completely civil and charming to the ladies. Whenever he’s confronted about the fact; it’s always tossed to the side with an ‘it’s the polite thing to do’.
He likes to think that everything he’s doing is right—despite what’s stated above about his insecurities; you won’t find him asking for help often. If there is one thing he can’t stand, it’s appearing weak in front of others. The thought alone makes him upset—if only because he knows it’s a little bit useless; everyone already knows he’s a coward.
History:
Lovino Vargas grew up in Italy with his younger brother and Grandfather. There are memories of his parents; but they’re brief and fleeting, not staying in his mind for longer than a few seconds. From what he had been told, they had been good enough people and they were even a little influential.
As a child, Lovino’s grandfather had greatly favored his brother; sometimes to the point where if both boys had got hurt playing, it would always end up being Lovino’s fault. For awhile, the Italian didn’t really mind—it was normal for adults to have a favorite kid, just like how kids had a toy they liked better than all the others. Though after awhile, he found himself communicating less and less with his grandfather; and more often than naught, when they did talk, it was always the same conversation.
Of course, he never really blamed his brother. Feliciano had always been more sociable than him, and he couldn’t stay mad at the younger sibling anyway. However, he did develop a small hatred for the man that took care of them as the years went on.
As it progressed into his teenage years, the feeling only deepened. Everything was about making sure Feliciano got what was needed— for schooling, art supplies, anything. Still, Lovino wasn’t about to blame his brother. The other had no idea he was being treated differently, after all; and he never acted like he was being spoiled.
At the age of eighteen; Lovino had earned enough money from working multiple odd-jobs to rent a place of his own. It hadn’t been the most marvelous of apartments; but most of the places we first start out at aren’t.
He’d said his goodbyes to Feliciano; but had never even bothered to inform his Grandfather of his leaving.
RP Sample:
After all his time of living in New York; Lovino Vargas had still not gotten used to it. Granted, it had only been nine years—alright, no; that was almost a decade, he should have been used to it by now.
It was probably just the fact that he didn’t want to be here—in America. Especially not in New York (not that there was anything wrong with the city—the people were almost as cranky as him, so things went by smoothly) where GeneCo and all its operations were placed.
Although, he didn’t entirely dislike everything the organization did. It was just such a scary thought, thinking about what would happen if a deadline was missed; and having the Repoman show up to slice you open—
.. Why did he always think about these things while buying his morning coffee?
Oh, right; because Starbucks was right next to the big GeneCo billboard. That always made no sense as well. Wouldn’t knowing there was an advertisement about a place selling body parts right there throw off someone’s appetite?
North America was really weird, Lovino had decided.
‘I’ll never understand why nonno wanted me to work there with him.’ thought the Italian as he stepped into the coffee house; glancing at the advertisement overhead. ‘I can’t imagine what they do.’
That was a lie, of course.
He knew exactly what they did—well, somewhat. It wasn’t as if his grandfather had completely left him out in the dark about what kind of a job he had. Of course, it would be pretty traumatizing to tell an eleven year-old who had just moved to a new continent that your job involved cutting up organs. He’d been given the simple, short version instead; and an extended one when he was older.
‘Atleast they’re helping people.’
After all his time of living in New York; Lovino Vargas had still not gotten used to it. Granted, it had only been nine years—alright, no; that was almost a decade, he should have been used to it by now.
It was probably just the fact that he didn’t want to be here—in America. Especially not in New York (not that there was anything wrong with the city—the people were almost as cranky as him, so things went by smoothly) where GeneCo and all its operations were placed.
Although, he didn’t entirely dislike everything the organization did. It was just such a scary thought, thinking about what would happen if a deadline was missed; and having the Repoman show up to slice you open—
.. Why did he always think about these things while buying his morning coffee?
Oh, right; because Starbucks was right next to the big GeneCo billboard. That always made no sense as well. Wouldn’t knowing there was an advertisement about a place selling body parts right there throw off someone’s appetite?
North America was really weird, Lovino had decided.
‘I’ll never understand why nonno wanted me to work there with him.’ thought the Italian as he stepped into the coffee house; glancing at the advertisement overhead. ‘I can’t imagine what they do.’
That was a lie, of course.
He knew exactly what they did—well, somewhat. It wasn’t as if his grandfather had completely left him out in the dark about what kind of a job he had. Of course, it would be pretty traumatizing to tell an eleven year-old who had just moved to a new continent that your job involved cutting up organs. He’d been given the simple, short version instead; and an extended one when he was older.
‘Atleast they’re helping people.’
OOC Info
Name: Steffany
Email: coffee.buzz@hotmail.com
Messenger, etc. MSN ; coffee.buzz@live.com | skype ; bloodybouqet
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