Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Aug 12, 2009 4:42:57 GMT -5
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
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[/size][/center]Name: Xrenfairorst
Age: 19
Roleplaying Experience: 4-5 years
How you found the site: 4th
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[/size][/center]Name: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair Color: brown
Eye Color: green
Skin Tone: tan
Height: 5'7
Weight: 170
Wealth: well off
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Why they are in La Campana: Antonio needed a job and La Campana wasn’t all too far off from where he lived. [/size]
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[/size][/center]Likes:
Tomatoes
Lovino
Bull fighting
Francis
Motorcycles
Fighting
Beach
Sun bathing
Passion
Romance
Dancing
Siestas
Paella
Red wine
Fiestas
Turtles
Guitars
Football (soccer)
Standing in the rain
Dislikes:
Arthur Kirkland
Cold weather
Pirates (an irrational fear/dislike of them)
Tight, formal clothing
Collars
Pointless fighting
Confrontations
Being called clueless (Even if he is)
Staining carpets with blood
Turn Ons:
Cute By no means is Antonio a pedophile but he does like his partners to be on the cuter side.
Shorter then him He likes to cuddle his partner
Romance
His partner allowing him to spoil them.
Seeing him for more then just a clueless idiot
Turn Offs:
Cold, Antonio doesn’t like to be cold
Rough Play
Overly manly, people who look like they’re on steroids just don’t do it for Antonio.
To be too innocent or too evil
Nervous Habits:
Laughs loudly
Stares blankly with a happy idiotic expression
Fears:
Being thrown into poverty again
Spain being overrun with pirates
Pirates in general
Losing precious people
Breaking promises he made again
Goals/Aspirations:
To be a famous bull fighter
To live in a quaint part of Spain
To sing and dance to his hearts content, telling every one of its messages
To find the person meant just for him
Appearance:
Antonio stands at a mere 5’7 much shorter then what his personality might make him seem. His tanned skin represents his life spent in the sun, soaking up the suns rays and the warmth it casts, he can barley remember a cold day. His short dark hair matches with his skin but they both contrast greatly to his eyes. Eyes bright green like emerald, shining with optimism and glinting a little more dangerous when the situation calls for it, but they were always warm. He couldn’t deliver a piecing cold stare; instead it burned, like the very sun shone from his eyes penetrated what angered him. He isn’t a very lanky man, but he is also not ridiculously muscular, he is well sculpted with an all around tan (He sun bathes nude).
He tends to favor loose collared shirts that made of thin comfortable material, not like the starch pressed a few of his colleges might wear. A small loose black bow hangs around his neck for no particular reason, he just likes it there. It’s something to play with when he gets bored. Brown pants accompany the cream colored shirt. They are normally loose and comfortable much like his shirt, Antonio prizing comfort when he isn’t trying to woo whoever he might be courting at the moment. Shoes change from day to day as weather permits.
Personality:
Antonio appears to be a light hearted country bumpkin, and normally he is. Never taking much seriously or putting much thought into it. Normally always optimistic and cheerful, with the grace of an idiot. He’s also as dense as a human could possibly be, despite prizing passion and romance, sometimes he won’t get that someone is hitting on him even if they outright say it. He doesn’t intend to be this dumb, it isn’t an act. He can just genuinely be that oblivious. One couldn’t really call Antonio innocent even if at times he may appear to have the innocence of a child, naively loving and caring for little thing. Wanting nothing more then peaceful days, where he can sleep, and have pleasant conversations with his precious people.
Then there is a side of Antonio that very few have seen. Calculating, fierce, spiteful, one of the only people who can drag this part of him out is Arthur Kirkland. His genuine dislike of the other puts him on the defensive. This side of him serves to protect him, preserves his normally cheerful side, because without it cheerfulness would not be able to survive. This was the side of him used in the underground fighting arena of his past; this is the side of him where you can actually tell his hands are stained with blood as well.
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[/size][/center]Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Sibling/s: nome
Other important relatives: None
Pets:
Carlos, 3, turtle
Diego, 4, turtle
Luis, 1, turtle
History:
Antonio was born in a warm, sunny town in Spain. He was the child of a rich couple who loved to explore, but who were also greedy, hungry for more power and wealth. He grew up mostly oblivious to his parent’s greed and lived a normal childhood, often spending much of his time in the warm Spanish sun, not a care in the world. He never gave a second thought to the new lands his parents acquired, how they acquired it who suffered because of them, never normally crossed his mind. And when it did it was a fleeting thought, after all he didn’t know them, and they weren’t entirely real to the Spanish boy. The one thing that bothered the normally sunny boy was another boy, his name Arthur Kirkland. He was the bully of Antonio’s childhood, and one of the few things that could put a damper on his day. Antonio had never been fond of pointless quarreling but he seemed to do a lot of it whenever Arthur was around.
One day his parents went off exploring and never came back. One could only assume them dead, and thus the weight of his fortune was placed onto his tiny shoulders. He struggled to keep afloat, and of course many people tried to steal his fortune, take what he believe rightfully belonged to him. He survived though corrupt after corrupt advisers by pure luck and somehow made his way to his teen aged years just fine.
Amongst all of this chaos Antonio took in a child by the name of Lovino and cared for him dearly. There were times where Lovino’s harsh personality made Antonio wish he had gotten Feliciano and not Lovino, as Feliciano was cuter and more mild mannered. But no matter what he loved Lovino, and gave the Italian boy whatever he wanted, never got truly angry when Lovino messed up or did something stupid. In essence he spoiled the boy. And he loved his life with Lovino, all seemed to be going well. Except for Arthur Kirkland, Arthur always seemed to be the rock in the road, the one obstacle in his path. This time the obstacle was here to do more then push the Spanish boy in the dirt, do more then call him names. This time Arthur bankrupted him, took just about everything that he could take from him. With no money, or resources this meant he couldn’t care for Lovino anymore. Antonio had never hated another human being so much in his life.
With all of his money and land gone, he could barley support himself much less Lovino. So he turned to the world of underground fighting, Antonio had always liked a good competitive brawl. They had reason, fun, pride, money; it wasn’t fighting, or killing for stupid petty reasons. It wasn’t a scuffle between two people that eventually dragged everyone down with them, it was one against one. They all understood what they where there to do, and most of them had no hard feelings about what happened in the ring. Antonio found himself to be very good at this brawling, but that’s not to say he didn’t lose his fair share of fights. Been beaten nearly to death, had to almost crawl home. Every time he did come home like that he knew he freighted Lovino, so he promised him “I’ll never stain this carpet with my blood again, I promise.” Of course he broke that promise almost the very next day after it was said. Still he tried his best, eventually he discovered that there was no way he could give Lovino the life that he deserved. So he sent him back to his grandfather with a heavy heart, praying that Lovino would forgive him one day.
He stayed in the world of underground fighting for years. Even when he had gained enough money to live a comfortable life, he wanted more. He had inherited his parent’s greed. Eventually he worked up a small fortune by himself and quit the life of underground fighting, trying to find another way to obtain money. After all what good was it if you were dead? While trying to find another way to make money he decided to get himself another job, finding an add for LaCampana he signed up right away to teach Spanish. What could be easier? Teaching his mother tongue to a bunch of kids shouldn’t be too hard.
Roleplaying Sample:
Another punch, another blow and his opponent was down. This one really hadn’t put up much of a fight, which in a way disappointed Antonio but more so it relived him, he disliked hurting others so clearly not in his same league. Stepping out of the ring, he bit the little part of the bandaging on his arm that stuck up. Pulling roughly forcing the binding off of his arm; Letting it fall to the ground he repeated it with the other arm, and left the binding on the ground for the janitor to pick up. It was their job to clean up, and it’s not like it was going anywhere. Unless some crazy fan decided to pick it up, or someone tossed it into the crowd, to sell on e-bay or some sort of site like that probably. Who actually keeps that kind of shit? Antonio didn’t know he walked to the showers to clean up; he had gotten blood all over his torso. Fucking kid just wouldn’t stay down, Antonio respected that, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying. Really the kid had gotten beaten up more then he should have, because he didn’t know when to give up. Antonio smiled, he reminded him of someone, himself. If the kid stayed like that he’d go far in this hell hole, just like the Spanish man had. Make it big, win lots of money, beat up opponent after opponent until the only ones left to face were rookies. And those fights, those fights were just blood baths. Nothing more then to serve the sick propose of watching the shit get beaten out of a kid. And then… who knows, Antonio hadn’t gotten that far yet.
He grabbed the money he had won from that fight and left quickly, not bothering to linger. He avoided dangerous areas as well as areas considered safe. After all he had a lot of money one him, the only safe place was the shadows. To not be noticed, the one time Antonio didn’t mind not being noticed. Quietly he made his way back to the one house he had managed to keep a hold of. He’d be safe when he reached it, no matter how lonely it was now. His heat clenched painfully, what was the point of going home? Really, he’d be alone at home, something Antonio wasn’t quite fond of. He could go out and party, flirt with cuties, the night was still young. He shook his head as his feet still took him towards his house. Right now there was only one person he wanted to see, Lovino. He missed the angry, klutzy child. The one who would yell at him for no reason, call him stupid, one of the few people he had ever really relied on. Raising him had been the best thing Antonio had ever done with his life, the Spanish man knew that well. It didn’t matter what he may accomplish in the future, what he had already in the past. Lovino, raising him, caring for him, would always be the best thing he had ever done with his life.
Picking up his pace he couldn’t quite bring himself to remember the time. Maybe, hopefully, Lovino was awake. Hell even if he wasn’t, just to hear him yell at him would be nice. It’d be so long since he’d heard his voice. He’d call Lovino as soon as he got home.
((OOC: I'm sorry if this drabbles on a lot. My mind died around 2:30 and I was working on this till like 4:00))
