Post by Veneziano on Sept 21, 2010 15:46:19 GMT -5
Name: Feliciano ‘Veneziano’ Vargas
Country of Origin: Italy~!
Gender Male
Age: 19
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 126 lbs
Appearance: Veneziano is a small boy, short and surprisingly skinny considering how much food he eats. He has the complexion of a true Italian—that is, olive—but isn’t especially tan, despite spending much time outside. He has delicate features, with long eyelashes, and is sometimes mistaken for a girl, especially since his grandfather had a strange penchant for putting him in dresses when he was younger. His hair is light brown, almost auburn with definite flecks of red when in sunlight. He keeps it cut short, with bangs that just brush his brown eyes and one defiant curl on his left side that refuses to lie flat.
Veneziano doesn’t care much for covering up; if he could, he’d probably run around sans clothes all the time. Of course, since most others don’t particularly enjoy having a naked Italian around, he tends to dress in light, roomy clothing. Veneziano often wears a casual sailor outfit, usually without shoes. (It takes him a bit of effort to remember the pants as well, but most days he does manage to get them on at some point.) For formal occasions, Veneziano keeps a simple outfit; while it’s not the flashiest thing he might like to have, but it suits its purpose and he doesn’t think it’s worth the time to get something else.
Crew member of: --
Status: Crew member
Personality: At first glance, Veneziano is an almost impossibly bubbly young man. Only a rare few have ever seen him without a smile on his face, and he always does his best to make someone’s day better in any way possible. He has a perpetually optimistic outlook on life; no matter the situation, Veneziano believes that it will get better and marching on is the only way to get through tough times. And while he may complain often about having to put any effort in, he’s used to working to get by and if the job is a necessary thing, Veneziano will definitely do the best he can.
While he may be big-hearted, Veneziano is also incredibly oblivious, with the ability to make almost any situation awkward. He is completely unable to take a hint, and most things need to be explained in very clear terms to him before he understands. However, he is very sensitive to angry atmospheres, and if presented with a conflict he will simply say whatever he thinks will calm everyone down. Veneziano is terrified that a simple argument will tear what little family he has left apart, and so rarely fights back and takes sides. Others may see this as weakness, but to Veneziano, he is simply doing what he must to keep everything together.
In that same vein, Veneziano can also be incredibly self-centered. His grandfather might have spoiled him growing up, but he does not desire worldly or expensive things—he is simply incredibly possessive of his friends, unwilling to let them go for almost any reason. Of course, if he sees that he is hurting them with this sort of selfishness, Veneziano will become truly regretful and attempt to make up for it in any way he can. For the people he sees as his family, he will do anything he can to protect and keep them.
Veneziano enjoys most of all the simple things in life. He takes great pleasure in cooking, especially for others, as well as helping those around him. Seeing another’s face light up with happiness because of him is like a dream come true, and he is always willing to make new friends. Good food is something that will never fail to make Veneziano exclaim his joy, and he adores all things beautiful—art and women especially. He always likes a good nap, and has an annoying habit of taking a siesta in the afternoon almost every day.
It may seem impossible for such a person, but Veneziano is not always so cheerful. He becomes quiet and melancholy if anyone asks about his real family, mumbling something under his breath and stealing away the next chance he gets to go somewhere where he can be alone. If his attempts to placate an argument fail, he will grow increasingly desperate and worried; at times he has burst into tears from the pressure. The possibility of a loved one leaving always sends him into hysterics, and only the comfort and reassurance of that person will calm him.
Veneziano rarely, if at all, gets angry—it takes a great deal to bring on his rage. It appears that nothing annoys him (if only because he can be a bit irritating himself), and only two things that bring on his wrath. If someone hurts a person Veneziano loves, there is no power that can protect them from his fury. He will also become angry if he feels that someone is trying to take away his loved ones, warning them to stay away from his family and threatening to hurt them. Almost everything Veneziano does is a result of his need for love and family, although his warmth and big heart are always genuine.
History: All his life, young Veneziano has been abandoned—first by his parents, who were killed by the mafia in lieu of their debts, and his older brother Lovino. Of course, being only a few years old at the time when his family disappeared, he was too young to realize what had happened. He remembers only the loud pops and his trembling brother attempting to keep him quiet as he cried in confusion and fear, and then being torn away. For whatever reason, the people sent to kill his parents spared him, but Veneziano to this day does not know whether his brother is alive.
He was not alone for long, though. Veneziano’s parents, knowing the very good chances that they might be murdered, had arranged for their sons to be sent to one Renato Vargas in case of their death. The boy, barely older than a toddler at four years old, immediately latched onto the man despite having only hazy memories of him. Veneziano regarded his ‘grandpa’ with something akin to hero worship, his fear of being left behind once more causing him to cling desperately.
Despite his almost unhealthy attachment to the only family he had, Veneziano grew up an energetic, cheerful boy. Renato spoiled him, sending him to the best school and taking him to many different countries around the Mediterranean. Veneziano enjoyed these vacations immensely, even though he didn’t always understand why his grandpa was saying that it had all been his once upon a time. While he was popular and outgoing at school, Veneziano never made any close friends there; many older students teased him and, as he grew older, hit on him because he looked like a girl.
This happy, carefree life ended the summer before Veneziano entered secondary school. The man who had raised him, who he had called grandfather, disappeared without a note or explanation. He was simply gone, and the twelve-year-old boy was once again left alone. This time, though, he had no one else to go to; no kindly neighbors offered to take him in, and Veneziano stubbornly refused to burden any friends he might have made at school.
Instead, the young boy began to run errands and do small tasks for the friendly shopkeepers in his town to support himself. Of course, doing odd jobs didn’t make nearly enough money for Veneziano to keep up the lifestyle that Renato had provided. He managed to finish the first year of secondary school because all his books and supplies had already been paid for. After that, he moved out of the house he and Renato had been living in and into one of the rooms above one of the shops where he worked; in exchange for food and board, Veneziano took on a full-time job there.
When he was sixteen, Veneziano saw The Imperial Eagle and its crew in the harbor of his small port town and, for lack of a better term, fell in love. Seeing such a group together brought back what he’d pushed away to the recesses of his mind: the joy of being surrounded by loved ones. Every day, he would go down to the docks whenever he could and stare wistfully at the ship and the sea, wondering whether his brother and grandfather were still alive. After the Eagle departed, Veneziano once again pushed those thoughts away and returned to his work. But a part of him hopes even now that the majestic ship will return, so that he might have the chance to join its crew and have a family once more.
Allegiance: Veneziano would love to sail the skies with The Imperial Eagle!
How They Died: Veneziano awoke with a start, trembling, at the sharp knock of heavy boots against concrete. He had known this day would come soon enough, but it didn’t stop the panicked tears and the desperate urge to flee. Neither would help. They had been given time to bid each other farewell, but to Veneziano, forever wouldn’t have been long enough. One soldier gagged him and tied his wrists together, face impassive, almost bored. As he was led out of his cell—dragged out, really—he blinked hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm him—I have to be strong! For Germania and Giappone!
His brothers, his family; everyone else was already gone. Romano’s death had made him gasp with grief and pain for days—he’d lost not just a brother but his other half. Veneziano didn’t want to live in a world without those other nations whom he had grown up with, fought against, laughed and loved with... Leaving his beloved country behind hurt like the thought of Germany dying hurt, though, the ache squeezing his heart relentlessly in its cold cruel fingers. This was the price of war.
The soldier who had a hold of his arm threw him against the rough brick wall, knocking the wind out of him. Veneziano’s breath hitched in the back of his throat as he stifled sobs, but he stood up straight—Germania would be proud of my posture, he thought with bitter humor. Bravery had never been his forte, but now when he had nothing else to lose, it seemed only right that he should face it head-on. He didn’t want to look to his left, where he knew his allies were lined up next to him, didn’t want to see the remnants of the great nations that Germany and Japan had once been.
Even so, Veneziano couldn’t bring himself to stare at his killers and squeezed his eyes shut instead. His arms ached, twisted uncomfortably behind him. It was much easier to concentrate on the physical discomfort than to think about everything that had led up to this point... It was difficult to breathe through the tightness in his throat as he remembered the day big brother Prussia had died—how Germany had been so empty, how he’d begged and pleaded because he was too scared and selfish to go on alone. Veneziano felt the trickle of silent tears down his face, despite his best efforts to stem them.
The air was still and dead and cold, and only the wall behind him kept him from collapsing. A thousand words of regret and joy, grief and celebration, rose up inside him and Veneziano couldn’t voice any of them. He opened his eyes as the executioners lifted up their weapons, tears blurring his visions. Suddenly he was desperate to see those two who had been his closest allies and best friends before he never could again—as his eyes landed on Germany and Japan the guns fired, and Veneziano fell for the last time.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Captain Jaaaack~Harkness Sparrow!
Country of Origin: Italy~!
Gender Male
Age: 19
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 126 lbs
Appearance: Veneziano is a small boy, short and surprisingly skinny considering how much food he eats. He has the complexion of a true Italian—that is, olive—but isn’t especially tan, despite spending much time outside. He has delicate features, with long eyelashes, and is sometimes mistaken for a girl, especially since his grandfather had a strange penchant for putting him in dresses when he was younger. His hair is light brown, almost auburn with definite flecks of red when in sunlight. He keeps it cut short, with bangs that just brush his brown eyes and one defiant curl on his left side that refuses to lie flat.
Veneziano doesn’t care much for covering up; if he could, he’d probably run around sans clothes all the time. Of course, since most others don’t particularly enjoy having a naked Italian around, he tends to dress in light, roomy clothing. Veneziano often wears a casual sailor outfit, usually without shoes. (It takes him a bit of effort to remember the pants as well, but most days he does manage to get them on at some point.) For formal occasions, Veneziano keeps a simple outfit; while it’s not the flashiest thing he might like to have, but it suits its purpose and he doesn’t think it’s worth the time to get something else.
Crew member of: --
Status: Crew member
Personality: At first glance, Veneziano is an almost impossibly bubbly young man. Only a rare few have ever seen him without a smile on his face, and he always does his best to make someone’s day better in any way possible. He has a perpetually optimistic outlook on life; no matter the situation, Veneziano believes that it will get better and marching on is the only way to get through tough times. And while he may complain often about having to put any effort in, he’s used to working to get by and if the job is a necessary thing, Veneziano will definitely do the best he can.
While he may be big-hearted, Veneziano is also incredibly oblivious, with the ability to make almost any situation awkward. He is completely unable to take a hint, and most things need to be explained in very clear terms to him before he understands. However, he is very sensitive to angry atmospheres, and if presented with a conflict he will simply say whatever he thinks will calm everyone down. Veneziano is terrified that a simple argument will tear what little family he has left apart, and so rarely fights back and takes sides. Others may see this as weakness, but to Veneziano, he is simply doing what he must to keep everything together.
In that same vein, Veneziano can also be incredibly self-centered. His grandfather might have spoiled him growing up, but he does not desire worldly or expensive things—he is simply incredibly possessive of his friends, unwilling to let them go for almost any reason. Of course, if he sees that he is hurting them with this sort of selfishness, Veneziano will become truly regretful and attempt to make up for it in any way he can. For the people he sees as his family, he will do anything he can to protect and keep them.
Veneziano enjoys most of all the simple things in life. He takes great pleasure in cooking, especially for others, as well as helping those around him. Seeing another’s face light up with happiness because of him is like a dream come true, and he is always willing to make new friends. Good food is something that will never fail to make Veneziano exclaim his joy, and he adores all things beautiful—art and women especially. He always likes a good nap, and has an annoying habit of taking a siesta in the afternoon almost every day.
It may seem impossible for such a person, but Veneziano is not always so cheerful. He becomes quiet and melancholy if anyone asks about his real family, mumbling something under his breath and stealing away the next chance he gets to go somewhere where he can be alone. If his attempts to placate an argument fail, he will grow increasingly desperate and worried; at times he has burst into tears from the pressure. The possibility of a loved one leaving always sends him into hysterics, and only the comfort and reassurance of that person will calm him.
Veneziano rarely, if at all, gets angry—it takes a great deal to bring on his rage. It appears that nothing annoys him (if only because he can be a bit irritating himself), and only two things that bring on his wrath. If someone hurts a person Veneziano loves, there is no power that can protect them from his fury. He will also become angry if he feels that someone is trying to take away his loved ones, warning them to stay away from his family and threatening to hurt them. Almost everything Veneziano does is a result of his need for love and family, although his warmth and big heart are always genuine.
History: All his life, young Veneziano has been abandoned—first by his parents, who were killed by the mafia in lieu of their debts, and his older brother Lovino. Of course, being only a few years old at the time when his family disappeared, he was too young to realize what had happened. He remembers only the loud pops and his trembling brother attempting to keep him quiet as he cried in confusion and fear, and then being torn away. For whatever reason, the people sent to kill his parents spared him, but Veneziano to this day does not know whether his brother is alive.
He was not alone for long, though. Veneziano’s parents, knowing the very good chances that they might be murdered, had arranged for their sons to be sent to one Renato Vargas in case of their death. The boy, barely older than a toddler at four years old, immediately latched onto the man despite having only hazy memories of him. Veneziano regarded his ‘grandpa’ with something akin to hero worship, his fear of being left behind once more causing him to cling desperately.
Despite his almost unhealthy attachment to the only family he had, Veneziano grew up an energetic, cheerful boy. Renato spoiled him, sending him to the best school and taking him to many different countries around the Mediterranean. Veneziano enjoyed these vacations immensely, even though he didn’t always understand why his grandpa was saying that it had all been his once upon a time. While he was popular and outgoing at school, Veneziano never made any close friends there; many older students teased him and, as he grew older, hit on him because he looked like a girl.
This happy, carefree life ended the summer before Veneziano entered secondary school. The man who had raised him, who he had called grandfather, disappeared without a note or explanation. He was simply gone, and the twelve-year-old boy was once again left alone. This time, though, he had no one else to go to; no kindly neighbors offered to take him in, and Veneziano stubbornly refused to burden any friends he might have made at school.
Instead, the young boy began to run errands and do small tasks for the friendly shopkeepers in his town to support himself. Of course, doing odd jobs didn’t make nearly enough money for Veneziano to keep up the lifestyle that Renato had provided. He managed to finish the first year of secondary school because all his books and supplies had already been paid for. After that, he moved out of the house he and Renato had been living in and into one of the rooms above one of the shops where he worked; in exchange for food and board, Veneziano took on a full-time job there.
When he was sixteen, Veneziano saw The Imperial Eagle and its crew in the harbor of his small port town and, for lack of a better term, fell in love. Seeing such a group together brought back what he’d pushed away to the recesses of his mind: the joy of being surrounded by loved ones. Every day, he would go down to the docks whenever he could and stare wistfully at the ship and the sea, wondering whether his brother and grandfather were still alive. After the Eagle departed, Veneziano once again pushed those thoughts away and returned to his work. But a part of him hopes even now that the majestic ship will return, so that he might have the chance to join its crew and have a family once more.
Allegiance: Veneziano would love to sail the skies with The Imperial Eagle!
How They Died: Veneziano awoke with a start, trembling, at the sharp knock of heavy boots against concrete. He had known this day would come soon enough, but it didn’t stop the panicked tears and the desperate urge to flee. Neither would help. They had been given time to bid each other farewell, but to Veneziano, forever wouldn’t have been long enough. One soldier gagged him and tied his wrists together, face impassive, almost bored. As he was led out of his cell—dragged out, really—he blinked hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm him—I have to be strong! For Germania and Giappone!
His brothers, his family; everyone else was already gone. Romano’s death had made him gasp with grief and pain for days—he’d lost not just a brother but his other half. Veneziano didn’t want to live in a world without those other nations whom he had grown up with, fought against, laughed and loved with... Leaving his beloved country behind hurt like the thought of Germany dying hurt, though, the ache squeezing his heart relentlessly in its cold cruel fingers. This was the price of war.
The soldier who had a hold of his arm threw him against the rough brick wall, knocking the wind out of him. Veneziano’s breath hitched in the back of his throat as he stifled sobs, but he stood up straight—Germania would be proud of my posture, he thought with bitter humor. Bravery had never been his forte, but now when he had nothing else to lose, it seemed only right that he should face it head-on. He didn’t want to look to his left, where he knew his allies were lined up next to him, didn’t want to see the remnants of the great nations that Germany and Japan had once been.
Even so, Veneziano couldn’t bring himself to stare at his killers and squeezed his eyes shut instead. His arms ached, twisted uncomfortably behind him. It was much easier to concentrate on the physical discomfort than to think about everything that had led up to this point... It was difficult to breathe through the tightness in his throat as he remembered the day big brother Prussia had died—how Germany had been so empty, how he’d begged and pleaded because he was too scared and selfish to go on alone. Veneziano felt the trickle of silent tears down his face, despite his best efforts to stem them.
The air was still and dead and cold, and only the wall behind him kept him from collapsing. A thousand words of regret and joy, grief and celebration, rose up inside him and Veneziano couldn’t voice any of them. He opened his eyes as the executioners lifted up their weapons, tears blurring his visions. Suddenly he was desperate to see those two who had been his closest allies and best friends before he never could again—as his eyes landed on Germany and Japan the guns fired, and Veneziano fell for the last time.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Captain Jaaaack~
