Italy Veneziano [missed AC]

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These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate

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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared

Country: Italy Veneziano
Name: Feliciano Vargas
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Profession: Painter/Artist
Highlander or Lowlander?: Highlander

All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange

Appearance: Feliciano is rather short, coming in at an unimpressive 172cm (5'6in) in height. This, coupled with his lack of muscle tone, causes him to appear younger than he really is. It also doesn't help that he has a baby face. His eyes are light brown, and his hair is a deep auburn color. A stubborn, untamable curl always sticks out prominently from the right side of his head, a trait that he shares with his brothers. Must be some genes.

His clothes, while well-fitting and appropriate for a man of his social standing, usually end up covered in paint eventually. He does not mind, as he thinks this gives them "character".

Personality: Feliciano is a permanent resident of Cloud Nine. He is the very definition of an airhead. Fortunately, this means that he is rarely found without a smile on his face and a cheerful attitude. Even under times of stress, his ability to keep his optimism is impressive. Although he is fiercely loyal to his friends, he is a huge coward and will go out of his way to avoid any sort of physical confrontation. Because he scares so easily, he can grow extremely dependent on the reassurance and protection of others.

He has incredible naïveté, especially when it comes to reading people's emotions, and is very prone to saying or doing the wrong thing at the wrong time. Feliciano is also prone to overindulgence, especially when it comes to food.

Contrary to popular belief, Feliciano is not actually as dumb as a pile of bricks. He holds a deep passion for art, something that is evident in his final works. Under the right circumstances, he can be serious and even offer practical advice, but those are rare occasions. Even though he has had success in the small (but growing) art community of Solus, he remains extremely humble.

History: Like his brother Lovino, Feliciano was born to a screenwriter father and a makeup artist mother. He does not remember much of his parents being together or of a childhood spent with Lovino, as his parents split up very soon after he was born. Feliciano was taken to live with his father, and Lovino with his mother. He has no knowledge that his father was unfaithful and that he has a half-brother.

Throughout his childhood, his father did not spend much time with Feliciano. The man was always working, leaving Feliciano to tend to his own cooking and cleaning. Because of this, Feliciano has developed above-average skills in both of those areas. As a child, he also developed a tendency to do these things while in women's dress, much to his father's horror. Still, he couldn't complain when he came home to a clean apartment and good food.

Because Feliciano was a small and cowardly child, he was constantly being picked on at school. Despite this, he was quite popular with the girls, and most of the company he kept was female. They found him adorable and sweet, something he has learned to play up in order to gain doting attention.

After finishing his required schooling, Feliciano dove right in to the only subject he excelled in at school - art. His father pays for his schooling, and Feliciano is already going above and beyond the expectations of his teachers. On occasion he hosts his own art shows. Although some are charmed by his energy, others wonder how such an airhead could create such profound works...

Recurring nightmare: Helplessly witnessing the demise of Ancient Rome.

The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change

Likes:
Pasta - He could probably live off a diet of pasta if allowed to.
Pizza - Food of the gods, second only to pasta.
Good food in general - Let's be honest, he'll stuff his face with anything that tastes decently.
Cute girls - And his definition of "cute" is very broad, so it may as well extend to all girls. Around them, he is a very shameless, hopeless flirt.
Art - It seems to be about the only thing that Feliciano is serious about, and he has quite the talent for it.
Siestas - Because what else is there to do in the middle of the day? Pants are optional.
Physical affection - If Feliciano likes you, he won't be afraid to show it with hugs and kisses. Among other things that probably make others feel uncomfortable.
Cats - The subject of a lot of his paintings.

Dislikes:
The dark- In the true man-child spirit, Feliciano is terrified of the dark. He is slowly trying to phase out his night light.
Physical confrontations - He'd rather hide than try to take anyone on.
Not knowing how to comfort someone - It almost hurts him physically to see someone suffering, and will always lend an ear to their troubles. When nothing he says or does seems to help, he grows frustrated with himself.

Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground

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Roleplay Sample: [NOTE: This is not actually from a hetalia roleplay. I wanted to get this application up as soon as possible, so I retrieved an RP sample from one of my original RPs. I hope this is alright. If it's not, just let me know, and I'll whip something up for Feliciano. ]

Eve could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her long, bare legs crossed as she made her self comfortable in front of the commander's desk. The man was pacing around the room, and his face showed the signs of stress and sleepless nights. Not that Eve could blame him. This war had been waging on for a little over three years now, and neither side showed any signs of budging. He wanted her to lead a new mission, one that would require immediate action starting tomorrow. Finally, he finished, a tight grin on his face as he waited for Eve's reaction.

Eve smiled politely at the aging officer. "And the Prime Minister has approved of this plan?"

He averted his gaze from hers now, preferring instead to fixate on the soundproof window. "This matter," he said quietly, meeting her eyes. "Is to be done independently of his official plans. This is why we have contacted you, Ms. Nightingale. We cannot have Patviam's government associated with this. That is why we have brought you in."

Her eyebrows raised, legs uncrossing and recrossing. "So you want me to do your dirty work."

The commander took a deep breath, burying his hands deep into his pockets as he continued to pace around the room. "We have tried contracting other agencies, but no one else is willing to risk being labeled as a terrorist. You are our last hope."

"You mean your last resort."

He finally stood still, and Eve fought back the urge to applaud. He grabbed a small envelope from the edge of this desk, handing it to her and leaning against the desk. "We all know that you work by your own rules, Ms. Nightingale. Ordinarily, we would prefer that you utilize your skills for bounty hunting, as far away from the jurisdiction... as you seem to prefer," he said calmly. "But you are the only option viable for this mission, especially on such a short notice, and I am sure that you will find the compensation more than enough."

Now curious, Eve opened the envelope. Her mouth nearly dropped at how many zeroes were printed on the check.

Well, maybe she wouldn't mind doing a little bit of babysitting for the government if it meant getting a brand new ride.

"Yeah, sure," she whispered, still recovering from the shock of having so much money offered to her. "I'll do it."

The commander's face eased, and her agreement seemed to take a few years off his age. He even mustered a smile, which was difficult to do in these troubling times. He walked over to the other side of his desk, retrieving a small map with various placemarkers. "She exits here at 1600 hours, on the dot," he said, pointing to eastmost mark. "You will have to deal with secret service, but we have provided more than enough resources to make the mission as painless as possible."

He handed Eve the map and edged another document towards her. "You understand that once you leave this room, you are under contract to deny the Republic of Patvium of any involvement until the issue is resolved."

Rolling her eyes, Even took the offered pen and signed quickly. "Yeah, yeah. Spare me the speech. I've heard it so many times I can recite it by heart." She smiled. So she had a job for tomorrow. Hooray for paying the bills.

Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown

Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Phenol/Phen-Phen/Phen
Timezone: USA, EST
Any other information: Although I have close to 10 years worth of RP experience, this is my first time RPing hetalia. Don't be afraid to PM me or pull me aside if I'm messing something up. :] Also, I'm nice! Talk to me!

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