Feliciano Vargas (North Italy)

[Feliciano Vargas]

These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate

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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared

Country: Italian Republic
Name: Feliciano Vargas
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Profession: Illustrator/Painter/Artist
Highlander or Lowlander?: Highlander

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

Appearance: Feliciano may just be one of the least intimidating people imaginable. He's skinny, soft, and has a boyish face that's usually seen wearing a cheerful smile free of guile. Feli also has an odd tendency to wander around with his eyes closed, which usually makes him look like he's just woken up from a nap.

Height-wise, he's about average. His skin is a bit on the pale side, but now that he can wander outside freely it's not really that pasty. His eyes are brown, the same shade as his hair. In fact, Feli's hair might have his most remarkable feature: a long, strange curl of hair that sticks out from an otherwise short haircut. It's been doing that all of Feli's life, and even when cut short by his mother the curl always grows back with astonishing speed. Nowadays Feli is protective of his curl and tries to make sure nothing ever damages it.

As far as clothing goes, Feli wears anything he considers stylish. This usually involves rather fancy and even expensive clothing, since that's what's always been available, but Feli would just as soon put on an old, dusty potato sack if it appealed to him. He's also got a rather limited sense of modesty and will sometimes wander around his home without pants on...mostly because he forgot to wear them.

Personality: The most obvious thing about Feliciano's personality is his naivete and innocence. After being ridiculously sheltered for so long, things that seem common to other people are strange new worlds to Feli - and that's just when dealing with things that are common to most Highlanders. To a Lowlander, Feli seems more like he's from another planet. Feli gets easily excited over the most common of activities, like riding the tram, and the most boring of events...like rain. He's always interested in learning more about the world.

This child-like attitude of delight has a downside, unfortunately, as Feli is also an extremely childish individual. When he doesn't like what's going on, Feli will whine. If he's extremely frustrated, he'll even throw a temper tantrum on the spot! Feli also goes and does what he wants a lot of the time, even if it tramples on other people's comfort zones. He's especially prone to hugging strangers on the street and rummaging through people's personal possessions without asking. Thankfully, Feli is relatively easy to manage: a bribe of ice cream or the promise of a trip to the art museum is good enough to ensure Feli will be on his best behavior...at least for a while.

Of course, despite being extremely awkward in social situations, Feli really does mean well. He loves being around other people - or more accurately, he despises being all by himself. Even if he were all alone in a big crowd, Feli would be content to watch everyone, as he finds other people fascinating. He also likes befriending people as much as he can, though he's not very good at it yet.

Overall, Feli's disposition is very sweet and charming, in a little-brother kind of way. He will not, however, say ve or get cravings for pasta until he regains more memories of being Italy.

History: Feliciano is the second son of a well-off Highlander businessman. He's got an older half-brother, Lovino, but despite Feli's efforts to be friendly he and Lovi don't get along that well. There's also a large smattering of Vargas relatives throughout the Highlander population...as well as in the Lowlands (though the Highlander part of the family prefers not to talk about them).

From an early age, Feli displayed a keen interest in colors and artwork. While his father was more interested in his children taking over his business empire, Feli's mother was delighted with his early talent and spent no little amount of money nurturing it. However, there was one major drawback to Feli being the focus of his mother's attentions: her smothering, overprotective nature.

Feli's mother had always been considered on the frailer, more delicate side growing up, and she was convinced Feli had inherited this same delicate nature from her. Therefore, for Feli's 'protection', he was almost never allowed out of their large house. When Feli was allowed out, usually to see something in a museum or an art gallery as a special treat, he was always kept in the middle of a large escort who never allowed him to talk to or get close to anyone 'just in case'. Feli's mother was so protective that she refused to let him leave the house for schooling: she hired private tutors for him instead.

As a result of this intensive sheltering, Feli retained his childhood attitudes toward life and the universe, growing from a curious child to a curious and astonishingly naive teenager. The lack of friends his own age was something that Feli didn't enjoy much, but with the company of his art instructors, private tutors, house staff, and mother constantly around, Feli couldn't say he was really all that lonely. He got along especially well with the family chef, who taught him about all sorts of fancy foods and was responsible for turning Feli into a gourmet. Feli also got along well with the maids, tagging along with them as they cleaned - whenever his mother wasn't around to catch him doing so - and doing his best to help them with their work. It was dirty and he wasn't good at it, but Feli never minded...besides, the maids were pretty and they smiled so sweetly~<3

As he continued to grow, Feli started having a recurring nightmare - one of surprising violence for someone who was so coddled. His mother assumed it was a sign of his having an artistic temperament and used it as yet another reason to coddle and protect him.

By the time Feli was sixteen, he was well on his way to becoming an adult that would never be able to live on his own. It was at this point that his father finally decided to see what his disappointingly artistic son was up to. Rather startled at the discovery of what his wife was doing to the boy, Feli's father immediately overruled his wife's restrictions (all over her protests) and did his best to ensure that the boy gain some practical life experience. Because of this, Feli got to leave the house without his massive escort for the first time in his life. Seeing the 'real world' - even if just the Highlander version of it - failed to make him any more serious much to his father's disappointment. However, Feli did discover that people really liked it when he drew things for them...they'd even pay him for it!

While the transition from coddled child to independent adult has been awkward (and might never be fully complete), Feli has been able to make a living thanks to his artwork...though his mother sends him money every month anyway, 'just in case'.

Recurring nightmare: His nightmare is the fall of the Roman Empire. He's in the body of a small child watching an older man (who Feliciano doesn't recognize but somehow feels great affection for) protecting him from shadowy figures. The man gets scarred, beaten bloody, and weak as he's assaulted from all sides by the scary shadowy people. By the end of the nightmare, the man falls to the ground dead in front of him, pretty much torn to pieces. (Feliciano often wakes up screaming.)

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

Likes:

• Art - Feli loves it, whether it's sculpture, paintings, drawings...even a well-written poem or story qualifies as art for him. It's a very unselfish love, to boot: Feli is as happy giving away what he makes as he is creating it in the first place, and seeing what other people create fills him with glee.
  
• Delicious food - Feli's a bit of a gourmet, and finding food that's up to his standards always delights him. Unfortunately, he's prone to experimenting a little whenever he cooks for himself...
  
• Pretty girls - because how could you not like them? Feli's childish nature usually confines him to the friend box, sadly.
  
• Other people - Feli likes spending time around others. He's a definite people-watcher.
  
• Animals - he's never had much exposure to them, but Feli loves to play with animals. Especially if they're kitties or doggies, as he insists on calling them.
  

Dislikes:

• Blood - he's seen it more in his nightmare than he's seen it in real life, but Feli can't stand the sight of blood. It makes him dizzy and sick to his stomach.
  
• Disgusting food - Feli refuses to eat food that he thinks is disgusting. Even if it's his own cooking, even if he's starving to death - if it's gross, it's not going in his mouth!
  
• Loneliness - Feli can't stand being all alone. He'll actively go looking for people if he can't find anyone nearby. This also makes him terrible at hide 'n seek.
  
• Pain - even the slightest roughness, like a cat's tongue licking his face, is enough to make Feli cry. Yet another thing his mother refused to let him experience.
  
• Overtiredness - Feli takes frequent naps during the day. The fastest way to trigger a temper tantrum is to force him to stay awake.
  

Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground

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Roleplay Sample:

~Fort Capuzzo, May 1941~

This part of Africa really was very unpleasant. It was so hot. And it was dry, and dusty, and -

Feliciano yelped as a shell suddenly hit the other side of the wall he was leaning against and exploded. It hadn't come anywhere close to hitting him, the fort's walls were too thick and sturdy for that, but his hands were gripping the pole of the flag by his side in seconds.

That was the other problem with this part of Africa - it was full of people who spent their days shooting things at him! L-Like those shells, not to mention bullets! Getting shot hurt! And so did dying, which happened to Feliciano a lot after getting shot...not to mention that Feliciano really wasn't a fan of shooting at other people either...

'I don't like being at war...it's scary and my water rations are never big enough to make pasta with,' Feliciano thought to himself miserably.

War wasn't something he was good at, and neither he nor Romano had been ready to take on Fratello France, or Britain - and especially not Russia - when this all got serious. Actually, Russia wasn't even supposed to be fighting the Axis at first, but then Germany's boss...well, anyway now Russia was.

But despite all these facts Il Duce had insisted on their going to war as well, not wanting Germany's boss to conquer so much of Europe that there wouldn't be anything left to add to their house by the time the Italies were ready. So far...well, did Albania count?

"Ve..." Feliciano sighed aloud.

He could see lots and lots of German and Italian soldiers running around from where he was sitting. The Germans were shooting things back at the Allies outside, and the Italians...well, most of them were helping the Germans as best they could. It was a sight that Feliciano thought looked really appropriate: Germany was big and strong and good at fighting, after all! But he and Lovino...well, Lovino was tough but Feliciano was most definitely not. So the idea of hiding behind a tough wall like this and passing Germany all the ammunition and pasta that he needed to fight with sounded really appealing! It was something that Feliciano knew he could do!

It was all part of being a Fascisti, Feliciano knew. Working together, everyone was strong and could contribute their best skills to solve all the problems they faced. But alone, well, then you were small and fragile. Though to be honest Feliciano also wished he was strong like Germany, just a little bit. Then maybe he could contribute more, or at least fight a little harder all on his own, and support the Axis with a proud head held hi - AHH!!

A hand grabbed Feliciano by the collar and hauled him roughly off the ground!

"WAAAAAH! I SURRENDER, I SURRENDER!"

Waving his white flag frantically, Feliciano kept sobbing for a few minutes before the angry, German voice yelling at him managed to make itself heard over the noise. Oh! That extremely Germany-ish German voice could only belong to...!

"Ah! It's Germany, ve~! Is the battle over yet? Did you want me to make everyone pasta?" Feliciano asked, beaming his ally a bright, watery smile.

Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown

Out of Character
Name/Nickname: I'm usually some form of Oracle around the Internets...but Italy is fine too~
Timezone: Eastern
Any other information: Hopefully my Italy is okay. I'm still getting the hang of him. That RP sample is from a historical Hetalia site, by the way~

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