Post by Antonio Carriedo on Jan 26, 2011 18:37:25 GMT -5
Name: Antonio Fernandez Carried
Age:25
Country:Spain
Appearance:
Antonio is a tall, tanned, and lanky man; but he isn’t weak. His arms and legs toned from the constant farming he had done for most of his life. His hair is a dark chocolate color and always tastefully tussled; not that he’s into looking good, he just never gets up and styles his hair. His eyes are probably one of the most striking features on his face. They are bright green and always sparkling with enthusiasm. Along with them, his smile also blinds people; it’s like a fire that radiates warmth. Those around him can either feel one of two ways; really happy or really annoyed.
Likes:
Tomatoes
Spanish Guitar
Dancing
Children
Warm Weather
Sleeping
Helping others
Gardening
Paella
Wine
Dislikes:
Tea
Cold Weather
Snow
Hamburgers
Vodka
Hurting people
Working [anywhere but the fields]
His father
Fears:
Letting people down
Hurting anyone
Losing his little brother
Quirks:
Even in extreme cases of danger, he will always try to make the mood better by being cheerful and smiling.
Personality:
Antonio is a small ball of sunshine. His attitude towards everything is almost always optimistic. This makes it very easy for him to make friends, or what he calls friends. Even if the person says they want nothing to do with him, he will continue to treat that person as a friend.
He’s not the brightest person out there, but he’s not completely stupid; it just takes him a little while to understand some things.
He is a very laid back and relaxed person. When he isn’t working hard in the fields, harvesting his lovely tomatoes, he can be seen taking a nap almost anywhere; or sitting around with his acoustic guitar, singing softly to himself. This puts many to ease around him, almost setting a mood of relaxation. Those who are close to him or become close to him love it.
But sometimes this is just a façade that he puts up to deceive people. He can be rather deceptive; he has this ability to lead some people on due to his outward appearance of being a happy cheerful person all the time. Sometimes it doesn’t come out as leading people on; sometimes a rather sadistic side of him appears. It may last for a few moments or a few hours, but it is still rather frightening however long it lasts.
This man, although a little scary a times, can be real fun to be around; unless happy, cheerful people are something you don’t enjoy being around.
History:
Antonio lived with his parents on a small farm in the rural areas of Spain. He grew up farming, so it is something that he loves. He had a loving mother who would always sing to him, and a loving father who would play the guitar while Antonio danced with her.
Though he was happy being an only child, he loved playing with other kids, especially younger ones. So when his mother said that she was pregnant, he became happy at the thought of having a little brother or sister to dote on.
His mother went into labor late one night, causing both happiness and sadness; he didn’t like seeing his mom in pain, but he knew that the outcome would be wonderful. He, along with his father, waited in the waiting room for any news on how she was doing. Hours later, a doctor appeared with a grim look on his face; it was a rough delivery, and it didn’t look like his mom was going to make it out. They had her under heavy surveillance, but the results were up in the air. The good news was the baby was alive and healthy; Antonio now had a new baby brother.
His father was devastated the love of his life was about to die and he couldn’t do anything about it. Antonio was always by his mothers side, except when his father wanted some time alone with her; then he would go to the baby ward and look at his baby brother.
It was early one rainy morning that he heard the news that his mother passed away. He didn’t remember a point in the day that his eyes were dry. His father stayed silent as they drove home with the new baby boy.
Life after that wasn’t as good as it was. His father turned to drinking and yelling whenever he was in the house. Antonio’s little brother grew scared and would heavily rely on the eldest brother to care for him. But when Antonio turned 18, his father threw him out of the house. He would become angry whenever he saw Antonio in or around the house.
Years after that, Antonio-who lived in a small hostal nearby-would sneak into the house and feed his younger brother and leave him money so he would be able to survive, but that wasn’t the same. Life wasn’t looking up for the young man, but it seemed to look a little brighter. His father was arrested for drunken disturbance and other petty crimes and locked away, leaving his little brother in the hands of other relatives. He would of cared for his brother, but it seemed that he only had enough money to feed and care for himself.
Life was better, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Receiving that letter seemed to make him believe that maybe things would change.
OOC Info[/u]
Name:Pistachio
Email:wagamamabusaiku@gmail.com
Messenger, etc.
MSN: [same email above]
AIM: Yukihirolovestab
Skype: numbuhp
Austria's anger is like having no tomatoes. D:
Age:25
Country:Spain
Appearance:
Antonio is a tall, tanned, and lanky man; but he isn’t weak. His arms and legs toned from the constant farming he had done for most of his life. His hair is a dark chocolate color and always tastefully tussled; not that he’s into looking good, he just never gets up and styles his hair. His eyes are probably one of the most striking features on his face. They are bright green and always sparkling with enthusiasm. Along with them, his smile also blinds people; it’s like a fire that radiates warmth. Those around him can either feel one of two ways; really happy or really annoyed.
Likes:
Tomatoes
Spanish Guitar
Dancing
Children
Warm Weather
Sleeping
Helping others
Gardening
Paella
Wine
Dislikes:
Tea
Cold Weather
Snow
Hamburgers
Vodka
Hurting people
Working [anywhere but the fields]
His father
Fears:
Letting people down
Hurting anyone
Losing his little brother
Quirks:
Even in extreme cases of danger, he will always try to make the mood better by being cheerful and smiling.
Personality:
Antonio is a small ball of sunshine. His attitude towards everything is almost always optimistic. This makes it very easy for him to make friends, or what he calls friends. Even if the person says they want nothing to do with him, he will continue to treat that person as a friend.
He’s not the brightest person out there, but he’s not completely stupid; it just takes him a little while to understand some things.
He is a very laid back and relaxed person. When he isn’t working hard in the fields, harvesting his lovely tomatoes, he can be seen taking a nap almost anywhere; or sitting around with his acoustic guitar, singing softly to himself. This puts many to ease around him, almost setting a mood of relaxation. Those who are close to him or become close to him love it.
But sometimes this is just a façade that he puts up to deceive people. He can be rather deceptive; he has this ability to lead some people on due to his outward appearance of being a happy cheerful person all the time. Sometimes it doesn’t come out as leading people on; sometimes a rather sadistic side of him appears. It may last for a few moments or a few hours, but it is still rather frightening however long it lasts.
This man, although a little scary a times, can be real fun to be around; unless happy, cheerful people are something you don’t enjoy being around.
History:
Antonio lived with his parents on a small farm in the rural areas of Spain. He grew up farming, so it is something that he loves. He had a loving mother who would always sing to him, and a loving father who would play the guitar while Antonio danced with her.
Though he was happy being an only child, he loved playing with other kids, especially younger ones. So when his mother said that she was pregnant, he became happy at the thought of having a little brother or sister to dote on.
His mother went into labor late one night, causing both happiness and sadness; he didn’t like seeing his mom in pain, but he knew that the outcome would be wonderful. He, along with his father, waited in the waiting room for any news on how she was doing. Hours later, a doctor appeared with a grim look on his face; it was a rough delivery, and it didn’t look like his mom was going to make it out. They had her under heavy surveillance, but the results were up in the air. The good news was the baby was alive and healthy; Antonio now had a new baby brother.
His father was devastated the love of his life was about to die and he couldn’t do anything about it. Antonio was always by his mothers side, except when his father wanted some time alone with her; then he would go to the baby ward and look at his baby brother.
It was early one rainy morning that he heard the news that his mother passed away. He didn’t remember a point in the day that his eyes were dry. His father stayed silent as they drove home with the new baby boy.
Life after that wasn’t as good as it was. His father turned to drinking and yelling whenever he was in the house. Antonio’s little brother grew scared and would heavily rely on the eldest brother to care for him. But when Antonio turned 18, his father threw him out of the house. He would become angry whenever he saw Antonio in or around the house.
Years after that, Antonio-who lived in a small hostal nearby-would sneak into the house and feed his younger brother and leave him money so he would be able to survive, but that wasn’t the same. Life wasn’t looking up for the young man, but it seemed to look a little brighter. His father was arrested for drunken disturbance and other petty crimes and locked away, leaving his little brother in the hands of other relatives. He would of cared for his brother, but it seemed that he only had enough money to feed and care for himself.
Life was better, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Receiving that letter seemed to make him believe that maybe things would change.
RP Sample:Antonio smiled warmly. It was early one day, and Antonio was able to sneak into his father’s house to be with his little brother.
“Hermano! Play guitar por favor?” His little brother, Aimon pleaded to the taller male. His big eyes filled with hope.
“Si, Aimon, anything for you.” Antonio smiled and picked up the neck of his guitar that was leaning against the wall.
His eyes closed slowly as his fingers brushed over the strings of the guitar, testing out the tune that sounded from the instrument. His lips twisted up at the corners at the soft sound. Peaking one eye open, he saw that his brother was doing the same.
And then it began; his fingers on his right began a dance along the 6 strings. The ones on the left moved along the neck, as if caressing a lover. An almost sad melody began to fill the air, causing an ache in his heart. It was his mothers favorite song, and from the looks of it, it was Aimon’s as well. He looked so much like her, it almost hurt.
As the song neared the end, his eyes opened to see the small face of his brother-eyes closed-and humming along. Antonio smiled sadly at this; he didn’t want to leave him. But that letter he received looked like a beacon of hope; maybe he could find a job at this mansion, or someone who was hiring.
Lost in thought, he didn’t hear his aunt come in or feel that he ended the song. His little brother ran up towards her, smiling and talking a mile a minute. She smiled and said something back to him. He thanked her and ran towards his room.
“How long are you going to be gone, Antonio?” His aunt said to him as he sat the guitar back down.
“Just for a night. It’s just something to hopefully get my foot in the door.” He said, standing and picking up a duffle bag that was near his feet.
“Well hurry back…Aimon will become restless if he doesn’t receive a good night from you.” She said, smiling a soft smile.
He chuckled and looked in the direction his brother ran off in. “That just means you’ll have to do it for me.” He leaned down to his aunts height and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you again…for everything.”
She smiled up at him, returning his hug.
“It’s what your mother would have wanted.”
“Hermano! Play guitar por favor?” His little brother, Aimon pleaded to the taller male. His big eyes filled with hope.
“Si, Aimon, anything for you.” Antonio smiled and picked up the neck of his guitar that was leaning against the wall.
His eyes closed slowly as his fingers brushed over the strings of the guitar, testing out the tune that sounded from the instrument. His lips twisted up at the corners at the soft sound. Peaking one eye open, he saw that his brother was doing the same.
And then it began; his fingers on his right began a dance along the 6 strings. The ones on the left moved along the neck, as if caressing a lover. An almost sad melody began to fill the air, causing an ache in his heart. It was his mothers favorite song, and from the looks of it, it was Aimon’s as well. He looked so much like her, it almost hurt.
As the song neared the end, his eyes opened to see the small face of his brother-eyes closed-and humming along. Antonio smiled sadly at this; he didn’t want to leave him. But that letter he received looked like a beacon of hope; maybe he could find a job at this mansion, or someone who was hiring.
Lost in thought, he didn’t hear his aunt come in or feel that he ended the song. His little brother ran up towards her, smiling and talking a mile a minute. She smiled and said something back to him. He thanked her and ran towards his room.
“How long are you going to be gone, Antonio?” His aunt said to him as he sat the guitar back down.
“Just for a night. It’s just something to hopefully get my foot in the door.” He said, standing and picking up a duffle bag that was near his feet.
“Well hurry back…Aimon will become restless if he doesn’t receive a good night from you.” She said, smiling a soft smile.
He chuckled and looked in the direction his brother ran off in. “That just means you’ll have to do it for me.” He leaned down to his aunts height and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you again…for everything.”
She smiled up at him, returning his hug.
“It’s what your mother would have wanted.”
OOC Info[/u]
Name:Pistachio
Email:wagamamabusaiku@gmail.com
Messenger, etc.
MSN: [same email above]
AIM: Yukihirolovestab
Skype: numbuhp
Austria's anger is like having no tomatoes. D:
