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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Aug 10, 2011 21:38:58 GMT -5
IC Character Name: Feliciano Vargas Nationality: North Italian Gender: male Birthday: March 17th Age: 22 Education: + Nuova Accademia di Belle Arti Milano (New Academy of Fine Arts of Milan) : no degree + L'École des beaux-arts d'Avignon (School of Fine Arts in Avignon) : no degree + Scuola Internazionale di Grafica (International School of Graphic Arts) : undergraduate degree + Accademia di Belle Arti Gian Bettino Cignaroli di Verona (Academy of Fine Arts of Verona) : graduate degree, in progress Occupation: student | struggling artist Family: + Romano Vargas | Brother + Adriana Vargas | Mother + Paolo Vargas | Father + Gina Vargas | Aunt + Luca Vargas | Uncle Hometown: + Milan, but grew up in Venice after the age of four. Starting Town: New York Brief History:
Feliciano was born March 17th, exactly a year after his brother, to a small, working class family and was the second of two children. At the time of his birth, the family was wholly united, meaning his parents were together for the most part, and they were living in the city of Milan in Northern Italy. They would come to move within the next year back to Sicily, where the year previous his brother had been born, but the stay would not last long.
Soon after and throughout the stay in Sicily, Feliciano as a newborn, was often left in the care of his aunt and uncle, Gina and Luca, as Lovino had been and they stayed as such for a while. The family lived in Sicily for about a year and a half before tensions began rising and the Vargas family began to drift. Their mother wished to pursue her fancy for art and culture where as their father was more interested in business and commerce and soon this gap caused Feliciano’s parents to drift. By the time Feliciano turned four, they had divorced and he’d gone with his mother to live in Venice while his father and older brother remained in Sicily. Feliciano rarely saw his father after that; occasionally he and his mother visited Sicily but often stayed with Gina and Luca in which times he would sometimes see his brother but they did not often play together.
As he grew, Feliciano’s love for all things artistic flourished and he soon developed a considerable interest and talent particularly in painting and drawing. Some claim that Feli’s love for art stemmed directly from his mother but in truth all she did was encourage him. Throughout his elementary and high school careers, Feliciano filled sketchbook upon sketchbook with doodles, drawings and notes and was the top student in his art class. Mathematics was his worst subject matter, with Italian following closely but he soon discovered he had a keen interest in literature as well as the arts and could recite by memory many of Shakespeare’s most famous sonnets.
After high school, Feliciano attended a total of four different universities including the one he is currently attending. The first he tried was the Nuova Accademia di Belle Arti in Milan, the place of his birth. He attended this university for the length of one semester before realizing that it did not suit his interests and was too far from the path he wanted to take in life, so he moved on. The second schooling attempt he tried was the Scuola Internazionale di Grafica where he successfully completed his undergraduate degree and graduated with a BFA, his specialty-- Art History. From there, Feliciano began painting for pleasure and soon was enrolled at L'École des Beaux-Arts in Avignon, France. He remained there also for one semester before realizing that, although it was directly in his line of study, he missed the culture and language of his own country and soon returned. Feliciano’s final stop was in Verona at the Accademia di Belle Arti Gian Bettino Cignaroli where he is currently completing his graduate degree and is entering his second year there. He is currently a student in profession but he can also be considered something of a struggling artist, using his painting money to help pay the tuition. He is well known in his community as an artist though and often ends up giving away his paintings for free.
Personality:
Sensitivity * Feliciano is not exceptionally sensitive but he is at the same time patient. He will go all out to help someone he loves, despite his inadequacies at actually achieving anything, and will listen quietly if there is something on someone’s mind. Or…he’ll sit quietly but whether or not he’s actually spacing out or paying attention is questionable, though he really does try his best. His heart is in the right place though and once befriended, he’ll be a loyal friend for life. On the deeper side, tearing away from the head canon a bit, the sensitivity level found within Feliciano’s person would surprise anyone who really didn’t know him. Though Feli’s never been one to really brood over his misfortunes, he never forgets past pains and injuries to his inner self nor does he attempt to. He cares for his past and those in it much more than one might think possible and sometimes, on a bad day, it can become enough to set him out of sorts, if only for a little while.
Simplicity Feliciano can be a very simple, easy type of boy to please when it comes to certain things. For other things, he can be nearly impossible to please, for in example - with food. Flamboyant things meant to attract attention are not entirely things of aversion to him but he sometimes prefers the simpler things and often finds beauty in the unlikeliest of places. Odd things discarded or considered rubbish will often appeal to Feliciano and can often be turned into something else - something that holds value in and of itself without being wasted in the bin. Flowers, a box of chocolates and a few sincere words are all you need to really win him over.
Sense Feliciano is not the most intuitive person, nor the brightest bulb in the fixture. He tends to lack everyday common sense and appears to have no apparent street smarts. He is very reliant on others and would most likely crumble without someone to depend upon.
Bubbly Overall, Feliciano is a very cheerful, excited boy and… relatively easy to be around. He is one of those people you can tell anything to without the torment that he might disclose anything private to un-trusted ears considering he’d probably forget within five minutes of hearing the information. He is also quick to give praise to any and everyone he feels deserves it and will offer help at a moments glance but however helpful that help really is can be questionable. Aside from this, Feliciano has a very bright personality with a bit of a submissive streak that can be apparent once you get to know him. He is a very cheerful person who loves to joke around and compete playfully with others usually at inappropriate times. He ‘prefers’ to stay neutral in disagreements between friends but tends to sway one way or the other despite having said that.
Irresponsible A daydreamer to the T, Feliciano cannot be considered anything near mature or responsible. He rarely remembers his duties or performs them in a respectable manner unless they have some sort of constitution with his art and is often found wandering off or straying from whatever area he had been designated to staying in. Stomach pains are common from overindulgence in gelato and prompt siestas every afternoon at exactly 3PM are the only two objects that can be said to remain constant and unwavering when it comes to this little Italian in addition to be found striped of clothes at the unlikeliest of times.
Traits:
Likes:: - pasta - pizza - cheese - wine - daisies - cute girls - football [soccer] - painting - art - iced tea - various genre’s of music ------------ Jazz ------------ Contemporary ------------ Classical - the countryside - mountains - summer weather - swimming - large, seemingly endless, bodies of water - chipmunks - boats - cats - furry little cute things - fireplaces - opera - the truth - snow - talking about himself - bed - laughter - joviality - various instruments ----------------- flutes ----------------- scacciapensier ----------------- zampogna ----------------- piano ----------------- chitarra battente - honesty - photography - being tickled [maybe] Dislikes:: - bees/spiders/creepy-crawlies - squirrels - poison ivy - stinging nettles! - strawberries - snakes - mushrooms - lying - cloudy days [depressing] - bone cracking [e.g - knuckles, back, neck] - bendy straws >.> - bananas! - bears - crabs - exercise - work of all kinds - scary, rude people - his curl being molested [by the wrong person of course x.x~] - discrimination - socks - sarcasm - mice/rats - waking up - being ticked [maybe] Strengths:: - artistically inclined - finds beauty in simple things - often truthful - optimistic - sees the glass half full Weaknesses:: - excessively expressive - speaking irresponsibly - tactless - listening to others [often falls asleep in a heart-to-heart] - naïve compulsions that get him into far too much trouble - emotionally attached - baby animals - pasta - gullible and easily charmed - relies on others constantly - easily flustered Fears:: - German Tourists - being hit or abused in any way/shape/form - change - that someone he cares about will hate him - being alone - sleeping alone - yelling
- everything else [x.X] Habits:: - whining - crying - flailing [often needlessly] - humming - singing - touching others a little too much - talks in his sleep o.o - sings in the shower - picks grass if sitting and annoyed - chucks napkin pieces or acorns if bored - running around half clothed or not at all - losing things Hobbies:: - napping - eating - cooking - art - design
Appearance:
Hair:: Originally the colour of mahogany, Feliciano's hair is the richest brown one could ever care to fathom. Looking as if the colour had seeped out of a dark tourmaline and onto his head, Feliciano's hair does a lot to accent his impossibly bright eyes, when they happen to be open. Only reaching the tips of his ears in length, these locks have a lot more to their colour than meets the eye. His hair typically can be considered a dark rich chocolate colour but up close one can see lighter strands flitting about here and there especially in his wonky little curl. Not one to be particularly picky about his hair, Feliciano will often simply run a hand through it and be set for the day, if that, no matter the occasion and his flailing and constant motion doesn’t seem to mess it up anymore than usual. Oddly enough the true length can only be seen when it rains and all his hair is plastered to the boy’s forehead.
Eyes:: Feli’s eyes are a brilliant shade of toffee cream and can be considered the thing of mastery on his delicate visage. They are large, round and glimmer a hazel color like dark rain drops. On sunny days when Feliciano is excited, highlights of lighter colours can be seen swirling in his pupils, but on foggy grey days his eyes turn a dark shade of deep brown. With particularly long lashes and clear, neat eyebrows, Feliciano's eyes gleam and light up his face no matter the color and act just as mirrors to his expressions. When angered, truly angered or deeply saddened, the sheen of his bright pupils becomes something indescribable.
Skin Tone:: With naturally Italian skin tones, Feliciano has found that his face is quite pale during the mid-winter months and his complexion can at times fluctuate from an almost complete chalky white colour to an olive tan. Not one to burn easily in the summer, he finds little reason to worry or fret at all. With only a few dimples to express himself in accent to a smile, Feliciano's cheeks are often the dead give away of his emotions. Turning pink and red at the slightest provocations whether it be in anger or embarrassment, his cheeks easily betray the boy’s emotions. With few, if any freckles dotting his cheeks, Feliciano can’t find himself in any way of complaining about his face overall and doesn’t heed or let teasing offend him much either.
Height/Weight:: In height, Feliciano as is an average child...for an Italian. He stands semi-proudly at 172 cm and, with a fast metabolism and an inclination to shovel food, he surprisingly weighs only 157 lbs.
Distinguishing Features:: The most distinguishing of features for Feliciano is obviously, his hair curl but he also bruises easily and has a soft voice. Varying in shades depending on his mood, Feliciano's eyes can be expressive if you know him well enough to tell which mood he’s in. You have to be observant for this though and not many people pick up on the fact very often. In addition, his nose is fairly small and distinguished, nothing special; a button sort of. His lips are thin and his mouth small - not something that often helps in the way of singing.
Another of his most distinguishing marks would be two tiny little tattoos, one along the inside of his wrist and another just below the waistline on his right hip. The first is in the shape of a cross and can be found on his wrist, in size no larger than a large thumbtack, and it matches almost exactly the cross he always wears around his neck. The second on his hip is in the shape of a star and is also no larger than a thumbtack, if not smaller. Slightly lower than one might see at a glance, this star really is one of his most personal secrets and few know of it's existence, fewer even have seen it.
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A lazy style with hipster influence, Feliciano's sense of dressing himself consists of mostly layers upon layers in the wintertime and a well calculated grab-and-throw technique in the summer. Feli has always been particular with his sense of style but never uptight and most of his clothes might only appear to have been mismatched without a thought. In reality, he thinks through his clothing, albeit sometimes more thoroughly than others but mostly whatever suits his fancy at a particular time is what he ends up wearing; though often during his work week it's just a paint splattered shirt and pants. (As seen above.)
If required to dress for a more formal occasion, Feli often will don simply a sport suit jacket with a dress shirt and loose tie with straight legged pants. He is rarely seen with any type of polo shirt, as he has a keen aversion to them, and even more rarely with any sort of what he considers tacky flare jeans. (The occasional dark coloured skinny jeans though is not entirely unlikely.)
As for colour, Feliciano's wardrobe has a tendency to range from very dark things to almost any colour of the rainbow imaginable. He likes bright things and does, in fact, own a pair of neon orange pants. He does often times also venture out in a simple, casual waistcoat vest that, though going on a slightly different track in comparison to his usual style, is sometimes worn in the attempt to either look more responsible or to impress someone.
Goals:
+ to win a world-wide acknowledged art competition with one of his paintings + to one day have a painting of his in a museum + to move up in the ranks from 'struggling artist' though he doesn't know to what yet~ Secrets:
- first kiss was to a boy - his little tramp-stamp star o.o; - misses a close childhood friend and will cry at night if left alone hence his desperate need to sleep with another - secretly treasures the chitarra battente Romano once gave to him in the past [it is one of the few tangible bits of evidence that Feli truly does care for his brother more than he lets on and regrets missing his chance to become closer with him] (cleared by Lovi)
RP Sample:
Blue to green to brown to grey to red to purple to gold to black - all the colours swirled together creating an atmosphere of somber melancholy….
Rain drops plinked and clicked onto the paved road ahead forming small puddles as they fell nearly in sheets. Thousands of pats and dings, each like its own ringing bell, rang onto the pavement all chiming all at once; some clung to the bare, brown branches of leafless trees and hung down, dripping slowly into the mist while others adhered themselves to nothing and by chance settled into puddles on the hard, cold ground. It was a deafening cacophony to anyone who paid it enough attention.
The air was icy cold and spine chilling; the vast white sky was so pallid that the few continuously changing clouds stood out as if neon in contrast. The only other colors visible through a heavy mist were varying shades of blurred browns, golds, blacks, and greys. A light, stale wind swirled past the scene blowing a boy’s cherry brown hair in his face and unsetting the messily piled mop on his head. His breath came out in short, frozen puffs creating a fog similar to that which swirled out of chimneys nearby and the boy stood, silent, gazing down the paved road ahead.
Feliciano was practically blinded by the tears dribbling down his cheeks in a silent stream as he made his way through the wetness that surrounded him. Hysteria was continually building up inside the brunette’s system with each step until the Italian felt as if he could take it no more. He needed to get home before his sanity completely dissolved and he fell to his knees right there on the street, bawling.
As he continued to advance through the rain in a frozen terror, Italy ignored the tears that continued to trickle down his face and picked up his pace listening to the sound of his own footfalls as they echoed in his mind. Heart hammering in his chest with every step, each time Italy progressed on the side-walk he seemed to slide through time and move further away from his destination.
“I’m sorry,”
“You lying bastard,”
Ringing through his mind were the words that had been exchanged that last time. Feliciano felt nauseous at the mere thought. Those couldn’t be the last things they ever said. He couldn’t disappear just like that. Not again.
“He lives in a daydream where I don’t belong. . . . . . .”
Feliciano awoke with a violent start and stared at the ceiling of his dormroom with wide eyes and sweating profusely as if he’d just stepping away from a nasty fight. His bed sheets where tangled around him and the boy’s open shirt had gone completely askew on his thin frame. Had one not know better they might think a horrible struggle had occurred and the intruder left triumphant. Feliciano panted lightly in his bed, bewildered as he tried to remember anything he could possibly have been dreaming about to awake in such a state, again.
This wasn’t the first time Italy had woken up in such a flustered manner. In fact, as of late, all he seemed to be doing was waking up from his sleep in some sort of a premonitatory state with a sour feeling in the pit of his own stomach. The feeling often hung around for longer than was comfortable and if the nation was honest with himself, he was beginning to wonder just what might be the cause of all his strange nighttime behaviors. It also didn’t help that he rarely remembered anything from those strange dreams either.
Sitting up in bed, Feliciano brought a hand to his forehead dizzily as he tried to catch brief memories left in his minds eye as to what he’d seen. Only slight glimpses of the reverie returned though, among them the blurred face of an empire from long ago and rainy streets. One sentence, just one, seemed to glow brightly in his mind as Feliciano swayed in place. “He lives in a daydream where I don’t belong,” What did that mean and to whom did it refer? Furthermore, who brought it about in the first place? Feliciano didn’t know and at the moment he really didn’t care to ponder it as he flopped back onto his pillow and stared at the ceiling. If only Romano had been there in bed with him. Maybe then he could have kept away such nasty dreams.
Letting out a tired sigh, Feli wondered when exactly he would hear the call to get up and dressed for classes from doitsu. Maybe if he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep he could trick Germany. Or better yet, what if he got up and dressed before doitsu even woke up?! No, the stronger nation was probably already up and busily going about his duties and typical morning routine. Italy had noticed that Germany liked his routines. He was very constant and orderly in everything he did to the extent where, sometimes, Feli wondered how it was even humanly possible.
Peeking one eye open, Feliciano gazed at the ceiling again unable to fall back asleep. What time was it? Should he even bother getting up today at all? In all honestly, Italy really didn’t feel like moving from the protected comfort of his bed where wide eyes and familiar features couldn’t see through his soul and freeze him in place. The room was oddly very warm even with the circulating fan in the corner. It wasn’t an uncomfortable warmth though, where anyone who entered would begin sweating and coughing from lack of oxygen. It was more a gentle warmth like the arms of a loved one holding you gently to keep you safe from any forms of harm and cold that might try and sneak up and immobilize you. It was a warmth that for once, he didn’t want to surrender.
[This was a post of mine for Feli on a different board, different plot, but this is a good example of my post length and style. This is also a subdued Feli for that specific thread, he's usually much bubblier but this would be how I tear him a little bit away from the headcanon. xD]
OOC Name: chloe Age: 17 this past June~ Contact Info: PM please~ Website: =w=; Other: + note-to-self: dontforgetthePM~ o.o; + sorry about the randomass formatting =w=; I get supper disoriented if I don't see it like this. + hope the likes and stuff are ok to add ;A;
Midnight at the glamor show on Sunday night Everybody drink a lotta whiskey and wine We dance like no tomorrow, we're on burlesque time But everybody's gotta work tomorrow at nine
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