Lovino Vargas May 1, 2010 4:00:29 GMT -5
Post by Lovino "Romano" Vargas on May 1, 2010 4:00:29 GMT -5
LOVINO ROMANO VARGAS[/size]
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings[/size][/center]
Name: The God of Fellatio
Roleplaying Experience: Om nom nom
How you found the site: I am eating crackers
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&&--The character cheat sheet[/size][/center]
Name: Lovino Romano Vargas (often goes by his middle name)
Hair Color: Dark russet brown
Eye Color: Olive-green
Skin Tone: The soft tan that only a lifetime under the Mediterranean sun can offer.
Height: Five feet, five inches
Weight: One hundred twenty seven
Wealth: Well-off (thanks entirely to the Italian Mafia)
Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious (although he adamantly denies this...by punching anyone who accuses him of it)
Why they are in La Campana: It may actually be a better to ask why it took so long for Lovino to come to the school. Indeed, for quite some time now Lovino has been well-aware of the fact that so many of the people he knows were employeed or attending the school. It was a mere matter of pride standing in his way--as if trying to state that he was above conforming to the standard, and above a menial teaching position. Eventually he had to reach a compromise with himself--assuring his internal self that it was only for the well-paying job.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick[/size][/center]
-Shirking his responsibilities
-Relaxing after a long day's work
-Spanish guitar music
-Head-butting people as a form of greeting[/ul]
-Feliciano (at times)
-Any displays of affection
-Social situations with men
-Germans in general[/ul]
Appearance: Were you to see Lovino when he was asleep, you may be misled into calling the male cute. Certainly he has all of attributes necessary for such a title. Rounded, red cheeks, olive skin and soft, smooth lips. With mid-length dark brown hair, and one particular curl of hair that simply won't go down, it takes conscious effort to not reach out and ruffle it. His lithe body with little muscle to his name, unmarred flesh besides whatever small cuts given from the day. He could be described as petite, as he is both short and thin--an adorable young boy by most counts.
Once he wakes up, however, this illusion quickly shatters. If there's one thing that Lovino is known for, it's the fact that he simply can't lie or hide his emotions--because that face of his is as expressive as they come. If he's upset, you'll damn well know it. And for the most part, this expression is used to express a man who rarely appears pleased. It is rare to find him without a scowl on his face, or his olive-green eyes glaring at something or other.
All in all, he is just as 'cute' as his brother in theory...but in execution, appears as though he'd snap your neck were it not illegal.
Lovino, Lovino--what a man to describe!
The strongest factor of his personality is probably how damned abrasive he is. Harsh and full of barbs, getting a compliment from him is about as likely as Feliciano giving up pasta forever. He treats people roughly, throwing around insults and punches on a near constant level. Getting into a social situation with him is likely to end in a cracked rib or bruised pride.
And indeed, there are few people you could find who are more socially awkward than Lovino. The social arts are an enigma to him--the complexities of conversation almost completely lost on him. He attributes this in part to the fact that he isn't quite the brightest crayon--often, he will merely avoid conversation as a whole in means of avoiding feeling like a fool.
It is a stange phenomenon, how quickly Antonio attitude and mannerisms can change depending on which gender he's speaking to. With men, he is as awkward as can be; with women, he is comprable to his half-brother in terms of charm.
That is, of course, assuming none of those women see how clumsy he is. Stemming from a childhood disease that made grace quite impossible, Lovino is a bona fide klutz. He drops dishes, trips over chairs, and frequently breaks into twitching fits. It's something that has caused him immense embarrassment throughout his life.
Along with said clumsiness, Lovino is also quite childish. Calling names and bullying others, it's as if he never quite learned how to be mature in the conventional sense of the word. Certainly he can appear refined and even charismatic when conversing with a woman, but these are mere appearances. Put him with someone he knows, and you'll see an altogether goofy, more violent side. He pulls immature pranks, and his insults are of the extremely childish degree.
Though he would never admit it, Lovino is more childish than he would like to admit. More than even the childish jibes, and tendency to rely on physical actions rather than intelligence, Lovino is childish in the sense that he thrives off of the praise and recognition that parents give their children when young. A brevity of such during his own child-hood has led to a pursuit of it in his adult years. He loves hearing those small reassurance, 'good job', 'way to go!', etc. He even knows that it's childish and stupid of him, but he can't help but pine for that attention.
Despite appearing tough and unapproachable on the exterior, Lovino can be a truly soft person (unless you bother him, of course). He doesn't go about showing it in the best of ways--often punching and head-butting the people he cares about in greeting, or insulting them at every turn he can--but none who truly know him can doubt that Lovino does care deeply, and will often overlook his pride and image to help them out. Though he only shows this when no one is looking--sneaking people gifts, kissing their cheeks when they're already asleep.
In short, despite being 22 years old, Lovino often has the mind-set of someone much younger than himself. It's as if he knows how he ought to act for his age , but often tends to do and say immature things. He could be described as 'needy', for his constant desire to be considered worthwhile. Or realistically, he could simply be considered human. Being raised to constantly think that his brother was everything he was no, it is no strange matter that Lovino would always pine for the kind of attention and praise that would validate him. And though he partially wishes for it, one side of him does not--the rational side. It reminds him that no matter how hard he may try, he'll just fall flat on his face. So really--being bitter and cruel to others is the next best thing. At least then they still have to acknowledge him.
Equally, due to a few...less than pleasant events in his past, Lovino has developed into a bit of a coward. He'll run away from anything dangerous or unfamiliar, going to what he knows is safe. This is perhaps a family trait--but while Feliciano would run away sobbing, Lovino would run away amidst a slew of curse-words and obscene gestures.
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&&--A glimpse of the past[/size][/center]
Father: Forgotten now
Sibling/s: Feliciano Vargas, half brother, age 18
Other important relatives:
Antonio Carriedo, surrogate father
Pets:Chigi, a small brown and white papillon, aged 3
Life for Lovino didn't exactly have the fashionable, regal life that those in the Vargas family were used to. Then again, as far as the Vargas family is concerned, Lovino was just the bastard child that was never supposed to be.
It all started with a young, rich man who wanted all the luxuries in the world--fine wine, fine food and, most of all, fine women. And oh, as he traveled, how he found such beautiful women! Without a care in the world, he seemed to sleep with a new woman every day. As he traveled through the middle-east, his over-stuffed wallet slowly ran dry from the high-priced courtesan's he'd paid. Of course, this was never a problem; the only real problem came when he received a phone call nearly a year after his trip, stating that the mother of his child had passed away in child-birth.
A simple DNA test proved that the young boy was indeed his own. And, despite protests from his father, Rome, took Lovino in. Though 'taking him in' wasn't quite the right word. He hired women to take care of the child for him, and continued his wonderful life. All the while, the rest of the family tried their very best to ignore the baby's existence. He was not the heir they wanted--his was the illegitimate child of an Arabian prostitute.
So when Lovino was still a young child, and his father finally did settle down and get married...well, he was all but forgotten. The moment Feliciano was born, Lovino was nothing but a bad taste in their mouth to be gargled away with warm water. Feliciano was their pride and joy, lavished with gifts and praise. All the while, the young Lovino simply heard from the crack in his door, enviously eyeing the mounds of toys given to his younger brother, as his room remained completely bare. All of the time, he refused to even so much as look at Feliciano. He never wanted to see that baby, to look into the eyes of the child that was 'right'...that validated that he was 'wrong'.
One day, while on vacation, Lovino's father and step-mother simply vanished. No word was ever heard from them again--whether they ran away or died is anyone's guess. Lovino can only assume death; he couldn't speak for his father, but there was no way in hell that his step-mother would have left her darling Feliciano.
From there, life only became worse for him. There wasn't a single person in his life who cared about him--at least with his father around, who had to pretend that he cared for his first son, Lovino had someone to talk to. With them gone, he was a shadow within the household. Everyone doted on the young Feliciano, cooing over him and telling him to not worry; that they would still take care of him. Not long after their parents' disappearance, Rome signed the adoption papers for both of them (perhaps finding it too cruel to simply toss out Lovino). This didn't mean equal treatment, though. Rome took Feliciano away for long periods of time, introducing him to the world and showing him a wonderful life. He taught him how to paint, bought him wonderful things...while Lovino just had to listen about the stories from house-maids.
He didn't stay cooped up in the oppressive house, though. No one really enforced any rules on him, so the young child began doing whatever he damn well pleased. Which, for the most part, meant sneaking out of the house and traversing wherever he wanted. This was how he eventually met his first friends. Among them was one certain boy who caught his attention--a Spaniard named Antonio. Of course, the abrasive young Lovino called him a myriad of names, but the older boy's ability to just brush them off and call him 'adorable'. This was, also, the first time Lovino had actually been complimented. Back home, he was the black sheep--to Antonio, he was someone worthwhile. Though he insulted and hit the Spanish boy often, making it seem like he hated him, Lovino always sought him out to spend time with. Over time, they formed a strong friendship. In fact, along with their other friends, Lovino convinced them to help him bully his younger brother--finally getting the revenge he felt he so dearly deserved.
This was why, when Lovino was still terribly young, he decided to go and live with Antonio. He left only a note on his bed-side table stating that he had gone to live with the recently parent-less Spaniard, and that he was never coming back. Clearly they didn't care, because no one came looking for him.
Thus began his life with Antonio. Which, in retrospect, was not what he had assumed it was going to be. In essence, Antonio stopped being his 'friend', and became his 'father'. Antonio enforced the rules, and gave Lovino a slew of chores. Chores which, more often than not, he either messed up on or shirked. He had horrible clumsiness from his choreia, which led to countless broken dishes and furniture. If such wasn't enough to irritate Antonio, Lovino also had a bed-wetting problem; all things that Antonio berated him for constantly. At one point, he even went so far as to speak to someone about Lovino's bed-wetting--thoroughly embarrassing the Italian boy.
There came a day that he overheard Antonio wishing he had been able to adopt Feliciano instead. That day, a bridge was burned that could never be rebuilt; that day, Antonio stopped being that 'special' person to Lovino. Antonio was just like everyone else he had known, prizing Feliciano above him. He knew that everyone else in the world thought that Feliciano was a better prize than he. Feliciano was cuter, hard-working, skilled, and sweet. Perhaps because of this, Lovino had given up on being 'good' at a young age. There was an impossible standard--why even try? He would never get the praise Feliciano did; never be 'perfect' like that. He was the kid who wet the bed and had frequent accidents and shaking fits from his choreia. He didn't know how to paint, and couldn't cook as well. He didn't sing, and he most certainly wasn't sweet. Yes, he knew it all well. He knew that, and yet he had still assumed, perhaps foolishly, that despite it all, there was still one person in the world who valued him more. Finding out otherwise...suffice to say, he cried himself to sleep that night, cursing Antonio's name.
Though it is a grudge he still holds to this day, Lovino did eventually get over it, and allowed himself to enjoy life. Harsh as he may have been, Antonio was also immensely kind. He treasured the young Italian with gifts and attention, giving him more than he ever had back with his 'family'. It wasn't an ideal situation, but Lovino was happy and loved--he didn't want anything more than that.
But perfect or not, things did not stay that way forever. There was trouble within Antonio's social circle--Lovino knew this, but didn't know the extent of it. A man named Arthur had completely bankrupted Antonio, leaving him, quite literally, penniless. Lovino felt true fear in that moment--more even than being sent home, he feared for Antonio. Despite what Antonio had said or done, and despite what he himself said otherwise, he cared deeply for Antonio. As far as he was concerned, the man was like a father to him. But Antonio had merely smiled and told him that he could handle it--that everything would be okay, and he would get a job.
Things weren't okay. They were as far as okay as they could be. Even though Antonio refused to talk about the 'job' he had gotten, it was as plain as day to Lovino. He couldn't sleep until Antonio came home, and could rarely sleep afterwards for the horrible state he would so often come home in. He was fighting for money...Lovino knew it. He knew it, and it killed him inside to have to see it almost every night. Silently, he would bandage Antonio's wounds when he came home at whatever ungodly hour it was. Solemnly, he would nod when Antonio would say 'never again', all the while knowing how hollow the promises were. Holding his tears in, and knowing that it was his burden that forced Antonio to push himself so hard.
With little other choice beyond watching Antonio suffer, Lovino went to desperate measures to help--he joined the Italian Mafia. A part of him knew it was horrid, but he had to harden his heart and do what he had to. The members bullied him around, forcing him to do things he didn't want to do. Kidnap little girls, beat people up, steal, set traps--it was shady and wrong...but it also made him feel alive. It may not have been glamorous work, but it gained him respect. And, more than that, gained him money. Money that he used for food, and slipping random bills into Antonio's unattended wallet. He finally felt useful--as though what he was doing made him something. He would often scoff to himself--he'd like to see Feliciano try and do what he did, that little pussy!
Which made it all the more hard to deal with when it still wasn't enough. Antonio told him that he simply couldn't give Lovino the life he deserved and sent him packing...back to his grandfather. A part of him hated Antonio for it...but more than that, he hated himself for, as he always did, coming up short and failing to help.
There was no welcome party when the teen came home. He walked in and lugged his suitcases back to his old room.
The only thing that had changed was his half-brother. He had expected to come home to a snobby rich boy--by all means, a boy raised with such luxury should have grown into such. Instead, he found the most boisterous, excitable person he had ever seen--more so than that, a boy who eagerly wanted to become his friend. He refused (and today even still denies their friendship), but Lovino eventually warmed up to the boy. He was kind and generous, and adorable in that odd way that a new-born puppy is.
He finally graduated secondary school, but never went to university. By that point, he mafia had him in their claws. He wasn't sure at what point it had happened, but Lovino found himself trapped--he was one of them. They called him 'family', and as he ascended ranks, began to bring in hefty pay. Enough pay, in fact, to move out of his Grandfather's house by the age of nineteen and buy his own loft. Eventually he began writing to Antonio and, within another year, meeting up with him again. This time, however, it was his turn to hide his injuries. Mafia work wasn't exactly safe, and explaining a busted lip was the last thing he wanted to do. He was forever scarred by the images of Antonio injured--he couldn't do the same to Antonio.
When Antonio initially told him that he was going to teach at La Campana and finally give up fighting, Lovino just called him a hypocrite for teaching at a homophobic school. Secretly, however, he could have cheered aloud. He was so glad to finally see Antonio out of that situation. Of course, it didn't take long for Lovino to also hear that so many others he knew were either teaching or attending the very same school--including Feliciano.
For a long time, Lovino just called it dumb and continued on with his work with the mafia. But, eventually finding himself wanting their presence in his life, he told the don that he was going to go for a while to do what he knew he needed to. The don smiled and gave him leave--but assured him that he would be back eventually.
Lovino didn't...quite know how to deal with that, but applied to La Campana the very next day. And after a short process, was accepted as the Italian teacher.
Roleplaying Sample: One day, Lovino went to the store with some of his mafia members. He was gonna steal 'em--he aint got no money! Met a girl there, tryin on some skirts or some shit. He was like, "WHAT THAT SMELL LIKE?" She was all... "mm..." SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY." He was all "Bitch, don't make me ask you again."
Anyway, got her number. The next day they went to Chik n fillet--SOME PLACE IN THE MALL. When he got there, he was all "BITCH, WHO ALL THESE PEOPLE OUT HUR." She said, "Well, it's the mall!" And he was all, "Whatever bitch, GET ME A CHICKEN SAMMICH AND SOME WAFFLE FRIES...maybe a coke to drink or somethin."