Post by JJDoNo on Aug 11, 2010 21:45:37 GMT 1
Country: Italia Veneziano; Northern Italy
Real name: Feliciano Vargas
Personality: Feliciano is a care-free, lazy man with a taste for pasta and girls, and a large fear of fighting and war. He is known to run away from battle faster than he entered. His talents range all the way from cooking to painting, and, more-or-less importantly, love-making. These are traits that he gladly inherited from his Grandfather, the Roman Empire. He is rather cheerful, smiley, and airy-headed, and very weak. These aspects of him cause him to loose many battles, and constantly get beat up. He always ends up crying for help from his close friend, Germany. When Feliciano was younger, he was ruled over the aristocratic Austria, who made him do chores around the Holy Roman Empires house. The Holy Roman Empire was his first love, and parted from him before they could explore their new relationship. Feliciano has found a new close friendship with Germany, who he trusts his entire safety to. Feliciano also has an older brother, Southern Italy, whom he loves, but is often rather inconsiderate of.
Likes:
- Germany
- Pasta
- Siestas
Dislikes:
- Fighting
- War
- English food
History:
- Being raised by his grandfather Rome, Italy had a knack for painting and cooking already, but a little more training couldn't hurt. Rome had raised Italy to be a great artist, but when he had left him and Italy went back to his neighboring countries such as France, Spain, and the Holy Roman Empire, they had all turned into assholes who just wanted his land and talents.
- Italy became rich with culture and life, his painting and harvest growing strong. This era was known to be the Renaissance. The Renaissance was an extremely important period in Italian history, and in European history, and brought along numerous political, philosophical, literary, cultural, social and religious reforms.
- After a while, France and Spain decided they both wanted parts of Italy, but where beaten to the punch by Austria, who had claimed him and moved him into Holy Roman Empires house with him, for many centuries to come.
- After a while, Italy had challenged Austria in not one, not two, but three wars for independence, finally gaining it and being re-united with his brother after the third.
- During World War I, Italy at first stayed neutral but in 1915 signed the Treaty of London, entering Entente on the promise of receiving Trento, Trieste, Istria, Dalmatia and parts of Ottoman Empire. During the war, 600,000 Italians died, and the economy collapsed.
- During World War II, Italy had an alliance with Germany, and once things turned sour when the Allies had invaded his home, Italy surrendered. The war was ended some years later.
- [click me, cause I'm friggin' lazy :I]
Role Play Example:
Pain wasn't easy.
No.
Pain was never easy.
Pain was indeed, the one thing that every living thing on this earth tried to avoid. Think about it. The human race only has once fear, and that's pain.
But once you're in pain, what's there left to be afraid of? More pain?
Feliciano looked down to his bleeding, broken body. His eyes hurt just looking. His eyelids hurt just opening. Everything hurt. His legs where twisted into odd angles, his lungs barely twitching for air, for that too, hurt. With what strength he had, he looked to the side, and across his dead, gray battlefield.
All his men where either dead or dying.
There were no survivors.
Not this time around.
If it didn't hurt so much, Feliciano would have cried. Cried for his people, for his pain, for their pain, for their blood...
For Germany.
He would have cried the loudest for Germany, if he could find the air, the strength, to get out of this... pain...
The dark gray battlefield started fading to a black one, and Feliciano noticed that his eyelids couldn't hold themselves up.
...What to do now? What to fear now? Nothing. He was in too much pain to fear. It hurt to be afraid.
Red and black was all that tinted his vision.
And a green dot.
And another one.
And another...
...
Pain cannot sweep away happiness, no matter how much pain there may be.
With aching muscles in his face, Feliciano pulled a smile in relief as he saw his German friend dash across the battle field, yelling his name, the German troupes spreading across the field in search of survivors.
He was safe.
Safe...
Safety is where fear could not follow...
His eyelids closed, Feliciano drifted off as he found his friend at his side.
Keep me safe, Germany...
...please....
{{Uhhhhh this turned into more of a ficlette/Soldiers Side (oh god that pic is getting cliche'd) thing... derp.
Tell me if you need em to re-type lol orz}}