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Post by tooawesome on Aug 1, 2011 15:28:55 GMT -5
IC Character Name: Antonio Fernández Carriedo. Nicknames: Toni, Tonio, Toño, Tomato Bastard, Idiot e.c.t. Nationality: Español. Gender: Male. Birthday: February 12th. Age: Twenty-five.
Education: Bachelor's degree in Design and Digital Media. Occupation: Digital designer for an independent, news based magazine company. Occasionally works as a waiter in a local cafe. Freelance wildlife photographer in his spare time.
Family:
Mother - Camila Carriedo (OC). Father - Geraldo Carriedo (OC).
[Note: If you're interested in joining the lovable Carriedo family, just drop me a PM.]
Hometown: Madrid, Spain. Starting Town: New York.
Brief History:
Having been born and raised on the sunshine drenched slopes of the Spanish countryside, Toni lived a relativity carefree life as a child. He studied at the local primary school and did either above or below the average depending on the subject; things like Maths and English were never his forté, but he excelled in Art, Music and IT. Thus, wanting to pursue what he knew he was good at, Toni decided to further strengthen his artistic ability's and choose from a young age that, when he was older, he was going to do something within that line of work. For now, however, he would have to content himself with working on his parents farm, where they grew vegetables, fruits and cared for a variety of barnyard animals. It was probably from these formative years, after having grown up in such a place, that Toni got his love for wildlife. It wasn't until he was in his late teens though did he start having an interest in photography, and when he got his first camera all he took were pictures of the animals and plants he encountered on a day to day basis.
With Toni at the age of thirteen, it soon became apparent that running a farm just wasn't pulling in enough money to keep the family going. So, the Carriedo's packed up shop and hauled themselves over to Madrid, seeking to start afresh in the bustling streets of Spain's capital. As one can imagine, city life was a big shock for the trio, and at first Toni found it hard to fit into his new school; he was a country bumpkin shifting into the chaos of the modern world, and at such a tender age a little confusion was to be expected. Luckily, his friendly and optimistic personality served him well, and he soon had a close group of friends that he could call his own.
Up until now, Toni's mind had been so trapped in pre-teen angst that he really hadn't mulled over what he was going to do in the future. He still desperately wanted to do something artistic, and while he still busked daily, singing and playing the guitar just wasn't cutting it for him. That was when he made his first big decision - he was going to move to America. His parents were happy to oblige (it seems that moving to the city had been a good idea, as they'd struck fame in their own individual ways and had made quite a bit of money thanks to that) and provided him with all the support (and cash) they could muster.
So here we are, many years later, with Toni fresh out of collage, an English phrase book still tucked under his arm and a talent for technology buzzing at his fingertips. Honestly, he never would have guessed that he would be landing himself a job that focused so heavily on digital media, but he didn't mind. He was happy, aware that, while not being the artist he expected, he was still one all the same.
Personality:
As his appearance may give off Toni is indeed one of those lovable oafs that you can't help but remotely like... at least at a first glance. Once conversation is engaged, however, it becomes increasingly apparent that the guy is a bit of a moron. So, depending on your tolerance levels, I think you can see why things would slowly start to go down hill from there. He just loves to talk. Seriously, the man never shuts up. What's worse is that if you let him go on without interruption he'll slowly lapse into Spanish mode and continue jabbering away, oblivious to the fact he's not even speaking English anymore. Of course, once he is done talking, he'll often snap out of his daze and discover that whomever he was conversing with has left, leaving him standing in the middle of the street and, in affect, talking to himself. Yeah, he's used to weird looks.
Although being just a tad on the annoying side, Toni manages to create and maintain friendships with relative ease. He's loyal, determined and if you seem really upset, he might just take a moment out of his perpetual yapping to sit down and listen. Just for a moment though. Don't expect his attention to last for anything longer than ten minutes. Unless tomatoes are involved. Then you could expect a solid half hour of 'Uncle Antonio time'. Basically, don't go to him for advice. Or anything really. Because although he means well he can be incredibly clueless and forgetful, and like a certain obnoxious American possess a very rare and mystical talent. The inability to read the atmosphere. Seriously. People have been lead to believe that he doesn't even try to assess the situation - he'll just dive right on into things and attempt to make it his problem, even if it ends up with him getting kicked where it hurts. Perhaps this constant interference is because of his insecurities? After all, even a zealous character like Toni does have them. He's just extraordinarily good at hiding them, although they have shown up very briefly in the past.
Aside from this though, what else is there to say? There is no 'dark side' (yet). No personality impediment that causes him to go tsundre in the blink of an eye. He is quite literally happy 24/7. How he manages to stay so cheery we'll never know, but he does with such bravado that you can't help but feel a little impressed.
So... in short... Antonio is a lively, friendly, (extremely) affectionate, happy-go-lucky socialite with nothing else on his mind other than what he's going to have for dinner tonight.
Appearance:
It is apparent just by looking at him that Toni isn't exactly the strongest or tallest person out there. He's lanky, clumsy, and what little muscle he does possess is wrapped so tautly around his skinny frame that you'd be mistaken into thinking that there was nothing there at all. But trust me, it exists all right; his physical appearance isn't exactly intimidating, but if a fight ever boiled down to relying on pure strength alone, Toni would be the winner hands down.
Since Toni's hair is so thick and unruly, he often finds it difficult to maintain. Because of this, he prefers to keep it short so that it's more easy to look after. Otherwise it could turn from a passable excuse of a hairdo to an all out nightmare in the space of five minutes. His olive green eyes are always alive and friendly, acting as a window into the Spaniard's thoughts, sparkling constantly with a mischievous glint he's had since childhood.
As for tattoos... well... he thinks he might have the Spanish national motto along with it's coat of arms imprinted on the small of his back. When and where he got it though... he can't remember.
Fashion Style:
Antonio isn't the kind of guy who's constantly bothered by what he wears.
The most he ever achieves when it comes to fashion is at least looking semi presentable when he's out in public. However, because his clothing is an extension of his personality, he's not overly selective and will happily throw on the same shirt consistently for the next five weeks, even when he needs to go to work.
The jeans. The top. The shoes The bag. The jacket (for when it's cold and shit). (Jacket from front).
Goals:
Travel the globe: Toni has always been fascinated by the world around him and would love to trek across the continents someday with either a friend or an unwilling bystander in tow (he's not picky about which).
Get one of his photos in The National Geographic Magazine: When it comes to wildlife, Toni can become a bit nerdy. If one of his photos (which are nearly all of animals and plants) managed to get featured in this magazine (which he reads like a bible) he would probably pass out with joy.
Secrets:
Aside from an incurable paranoia of the dark/being kidnapped by pirates and a secret love for chick flick movies? Meh, none really.
Likes:
Tomatoes: They are, and always will be, the most awesome fruit to have ever been cultivated by man. Ever. Don't even argue. Children: They're cute, cuddly and great fun to be around! Well, most of the time. Sunshine: This is like air to the Spaniard. He couldn't live without it; it is the source of his happiness and is a constant reminder to stay positive! Churros: The only culinary delicacy that can rival the all-powerful tomato - Churros are Toni's life force. Literally. Partying: 'Cause when you're young, sexy and pumped full of alcohol, getting wasted in your best friends basement sounds like a really good idea. Animals: Toni adores animals and will frequently visit zoos and wild life parks so he can take pictures of them. Siestas: Siesta time is all the time in Toni's book (much to the dismay of his employers). Traveling: It is no secret that Toni has an adventurous streak. He loves to visit different places and try new things, which is kinda why he moved to America in the first place - it's so different from Europe! Dancing: Anyone who hasn't seen Toni do a flamenco hasn't lived. Music: Toni is a great lover of music, especially lively and upbeat songs which he can sing along to. His guitar: Busking is just another way to bring in the money, and without his trusty guitar that wouldn't be possible. His camera/laptop: Without them he wouldn't have a) a job or b) his sanity, so yeah, they do come in handy. Fútbol: His number one passion in life; something he enjoys even more than tomatoes. Yeah. He likes it that much. Turtles: Who doesn't like turtles? And it seems he has a natural affiliation with them too... Messing around with his BFFF's (Best Fucking Friends Forever): 'Cause DAMN IT they ARE cool! (They're really not).
Annoying certain Italians.
Dislikes:
American food: Greasy, vomit inducing junk in Toni's eyes - although he will admit he has a slight weakness towards KFC. Rain: Because it's impossible to stay happy when it's raining! Unhappy people: If you're near by and you look sad, expect to be on the receiving end of an overly optimistic hug, brought to you by the one and only Antonio Carriedo. Rotting tomatoes: How could such an amazing fruit go to waste like that?! The dark: Ever since he was a small boy, Toni has always been afraid of the dark; a fear which has passed on into adulthood. Having to think things through/engage in a serious conversation: It makes his brain hurt.
Other: Hmph.
RP Sample:
[Note: Ugh, this is my first time role-playing Spain so I had to write this from scratch. I hope you're happy. :I Word count: 798, me thinks.]
Getting out of bed was no longer an option.
Not because he was unhappy - in fact it was quite the opposite, for the sun was out and over the continual roar of the New York transport system Antonio could just make out the sweet sound of bird song, something which never failed to make his heart glow to its very core. All the same, the reason that getting out of bed was not an option was because he was just so Goddamn sleepy.
And comfortable. Can't forget that.
So even though he'd just woken up, Toni found himself burrowing back down into his covers, rolling up into a little ball in the center of his bed and thanking the good Lord above that at LAST it was the weekend. And everyone knew that weekends equaled only one thing - siestas and a mountain of homemade churros. Okay, well maybe not everyone but to a certain Spaniard that was the equivalent of dying, going to Heaven, and then coming back just so he could see the looks on his friends faces.
Sighing happily the young man unfurled himself and flopped onto his back, twisting his duvet around his legs in the process. Oh how he loved not having to rush in the mornings. He could just sit here for as long as he wanted, eating, sleeping and playing his guitar. Utter bliss. Breathing out heavily through his nose, he gazed absentmindedly up at his ceiling, left leg lazily swaying over the edge of his mattress when suddenly he heard a growling sound.
Damn. He'd hit a dilemma already. 'Cause as much as he just wanted to lie here and do fuck all, his stomach had other ideas. Groaning, he rolled off his bed and grabbed his pillow, clutching it to his bare chest as he made his way towards the 'fridge.
His stomach had won - there was no way he was ignoring the hunger pangs.
Shuffling into his living room, Antonio yawned and let his normal, dopey expression set itself on his features. Ah, yes. Today was going to be absolutely perfect! Sleep, Food, Video Games, Food, Sleep, Paint and more sleep in that exact order. God, he couldn't wait.
Having navigated his way around the sofa and TV, he pushed open the door to his generously sized kitchen and immediately found himself gazing at the contents of his cupboards. Hmm. Not a lot was going on in there - looked as if he was out of cereal again. Mierda. Perhaps the 'fridge would be more fruitful.
And it was. Leftover Falafel was now on the menu.
Eh, he'd had worse.
Closing the fridge door with his heel, he wandered into the living room, not bothering to heat his food up, and practically passed out on his sofa. Man did he love this sofa. Not only was it the most comfortable seat in the house, but Toni very nearly lived his life off of it. He did work on it, he watched TV on it, he ate on it (he didn't have a dining table)... it was his base of operations. Well, that and his studio; a small, well lit room at the back of his apartment which was covered in pictures, paintings and digital artwork he'd all done in his spare time.
Stretching, Toni placed the pillow he'd been carrying behind his head and pulled up the boxer shorts he'd been sleeping in. Yesterday had totaly wiped him out - his Boss had made him completely redo a section of the magazine his work published and even after all of that he'd still managed to get himself suckered into going to some weird art expo with a friend... damn. He hadn't even been drinking last night... had he?
Puffing out his cheeks in exasperation and running a hand through his messy brown locks, he heaved himself to his feet (witch much difficulty) and stomped over to the IPod docking station which sat quite happily on top of a pile of books. Setting it on shuffle, he closed his eyes and let himself flop back into his previous position. A few Spanish songs played first and he hummed along to them, not really paying much attention - more focused on getting back to sleep than indulging in a private karaoke session. However, there was one which he found himself smiling at, lips synching the words as they resounded off the walls.
Today I don't feel like doin' anything, doop de doop doop de doop. No I just wanna lay in my bed, doop de doop doop de doop. Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message after the tone 'cause today I just don't feel like doin' anything yeah nothing at all...
OOC Name: Ghost. Or Lucy. Or 'GETOFFAMYLAWN!'. But only my neighbor tends to use that last one. Age: Imma 17 and ma b-day is on the 31st of December. Contact Info: PM for email broski. Website: Eh, I used to have dA. :I -is yet to get Tumblr or Facebook- Other: -mumblemumble- Lawl wut am I doing here, role-playing Hipster!Spain oh my...
Where was I when the rockets came to life, and carried you away into the alligator sky? And even though I'll never know what's up ahead, I'm never lettin' go! I'm never lettin' go!
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Aug 8, 2011 12:01:32 GMT -5
You're missing one tiiiiny thing. : > Read "Events".
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Post by tooawesome on Aug 8, 2011 12:15:21 GMT -5
Nnnn, fixed. *A*
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