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CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Lovino Vargas / Italia Romano / South Italy / Kingdom of Two Sicilies
Character journal:io_non_ti_invidio
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Point of Canon: August 5th, 2012. Hetalia follows real-world events.
Arrival Information: He just arrived and, as such, will be appearing in the Outer City.
Appearance: http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10700000/spain-and-south-italy-romano-hetalia-10773645-600-395.jpg
The best word to describe Lovino: Southern Italian. He's got the charming good looks, nice tan, dark reddish-brown hair and amber-brown eyes that used to be green and aren't completely done changing, thus giving them a hazel hue. He also has a permanent scowl. He's usually wearing button-up shirts and slacks or jeans if not in his beige World War II uniform. He has a serious thing against wearing anything that doesn't look at least remotely Italian, so. There's a curl sticking promanently out of the right side of his head, which is in fact not just a thing the artist drew on to look pretty, that's a real thing. And if it's touched, well, it's an erogenous zone. So I wouldn't.
Personality: Remember back in Kindergarten? That kid who never really figured out how to deal with society, so he just shoved it off instead? The one who tried to be tough, but never could be? His name was Lovino Vargas.
Lovino's personality divides between four categories: By himself, around his brother, around men, and around women.
Around women, he is flirtateous and clearly likes to land the center of attention. He's also a derp when it comes to getting affection back, and usually ends up unable to continue if his target reciprocates the action. In layman's terms: ignored, becomes a lady's man in seconds. Offered a kiss, blushes and hides forever. Which makes him pretty lovable until something ticks him off.
Around men, on the other hand, he's pretty much the world's biggest jackass. Since he's afraid of how useless he is in comparison to everyone else, he reacts by putting up the toughest act he can. This involves swearing a lot ("bastard", "allocco", "jackass" and "damn it" being his favorites) and physical violence (kicking shins and lame punches) in some cases. However, since he's nowhere near a level of ability to cope with fights, his attitude often gets him into fights he can't handle and subsequently seeming even more pathetic than he would usually. He developes deep grudges on men who have seen him being weak (only men because women are trustworthy) and often ends up hating people who don't have any idea what they did to deserve it.
His brother, Feliciano/North Italy/Italia Venniciano, is a special exception to all this. Even though Lovino is just as moody around Feliciano, he cares more about his brother than any other person on earth, including himself. Their relationship is closer than most of the other countries, partially because they're siblings while still being the same country, and by human terms being fraternal twins. At least, Lovino thinks it should be that way. Lovino blows up on Feliciano a lot, mostly as a defense mechanism for the fact that Feliciano spends more time around his friends than around Lovino and rarely comes home, and Lovino doesn't know a better way to express his frustration at how little he seems to matter to Feliciano. It's also shown that Lovino is easily depressed by the fact that his brother fails to compliment him when prompted (he can't think of anything himself, either.)
Inside his mind is where Lovino is weakest. As noticable by his inability to keep up bravery of any kind or to make friends, he's developed quite the bit of self-hatred. He's quite aware of how pathetic he is, but it only makes him hate everyone around him more. He's thoroughly convinced everyone laughs at him behind his back, and that it's not truly possible to be trustworthy. He's afraid of anything someone could do to him, and as such shuts himself off from any chance to let someone in other than Feliciano. In truth, he has large abandonment issues and inferiority complexes that he wants no one to know about, and his fears are caused by the anxiety of who could leave him. He fears above all being left by Feliciano, which leads to his outbursts quite often. He's also convinced that God hates him, just a little tidbit he picked up from the mafia way back when. He has yet to find much to convince him otherwise.
He hates hugs and kisses, or at least pretends to, and will not tolerate them unless he's getting them from a woman or if it's from Venneciano when there's no one else around. In any other situation from that, affection is reciprocated by punches, screaming, insults, etc etc etc.
It should also be mentioned that he has a huge phobia against rape and as such is VERY protective about the curl on his head. Even poking it will usually earn the offender a headbutt to the stomach (although his holds true mostly for men, as he's too polite to hurt women). He also seems to express his anger alot with the word "chigi" ("chigigigigi", "chigigigigigigigigigi", etc.) If tugged too hard, well, he'll just collapse in exstacy/pain for a while. People often don't notice that this is an e-zone, and can get huge grudges from Lovi for "touching [him] innappropriately" when they have no idea why.
On the Enneagram test, Lovino scores a Type 6, Wing 5: The Defender, at Level 6. In short:
"Basic Fear: Of being without support and guidance
Basic Desire: To have security and support
Key Motivations: Want to have security, to feel supported by others, to have certitude and reassurance, to test the attitudes of others toward them, to fight against anxiety and insecurity.
Level 6: To compensate for insecurities, they become sarcastic and belligerent, blaming others for their problems, taking a tough stance toward "outsiders." Highly reactive and defensive, dividing people into friends and enemies, while looking for threats to their own security. Authoritarian while fearful of authority, highly suspicious, yet, conspiratorial, and fear-instilling to silence their own fears. "
Powers/Abilities: His lifespan is connected to his country and, similarly, to his brother's. The only way to kill them is by commiting genocide to all Italians in the world, which will effectively kill them both at the same time. If one is alive then the other will have to be as well. However, they can still suffer mortal wounds, and will have to be treated in order to recover from them (since they can't die from such wounds, only pass into a coma). This also means he's literally 1551 years old, and has been around since the birth of the Kingdom of Italy. Otherwise, both brothers are able to tap into seemingly bottomless pits of energy, speed and endurance, but only use it to escape from danger. It's not a conscious thing, they have to be scared shitless before their brain automatically connects to it.
It's mostly become fanon that the Italies can sense each others' life as well. They can tell if the other is weak, or if they've entered a coma, or if the other is missing from the game. Like a limb that they can feel, but not control.
History: His history is the same as that of South Italy.
Character wiki ==> http://hetalia.shoutwiki.com/wiki/Romano
Country's history ==> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Italy
Anything else would be head-canon.
Journal sample: [Video]
Damnit, what the hell is going on!?
[The chestnut-haired Italian is glaring at some strange gray-skinned person behind him, before he turns back to the communication device.] Where am I? What country is this? And.. fuck, what time period is this? [He glances around before shouting even louder.] Venneciano! Venneciano, where are you? If you're hurt somewhere I'm gonna kick your ass, damnit!
Prose sample: [From a previous game]
Lovino was walking the streets again, trying to ignore his current predicament despite the signs of it all around him. He just needed to be out of his house... out of his house, away from that person who thought they knew him, somewhere where he isn't called by that strange name that was most definitely not his. Everything was different, new, weird, foreign, and worst of all he was alone. No one he knew was there. His brother was gone, just like all the other nations. Even ones he hated would be welcome by now.
Darting into an alleyway, he slouched against a wall to drink from a bottle of wine he'd pilfered from his apparent house. It was a bad habit, drinking, but he was Italia fucking Romano. He knew how to hold his drink. Right now, he just wanted to drink everything away. If his life was a fantasy, if his little brother's smiling face was a lie that his mind made up, he wanted to dream again and never wake up. He wanted to black out, to wake up to his brother whining for him to wake up and cook for him. As annoying as that oversized kid was, he was family. Much more than that person living in his "house".
It took three or four bottles, but he found himself waking up in the house again. The worried voice of his housemate did little to quell his feelings, the thought that even drowning his sorrows did nothing. Oh, hello massive hangover. That definitely hadn't worked, but that was only the beginning of it. He wanted his brother, or else hell.
Anything else: ( m'.w.`)m
Name: Xep
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CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Lovino Vargas / Italia Romano / South Italy / Kingdom of Two Sicilies
Character journal:
io_non_ti_invidioFandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Point of Canon: August 5th, 2012. Hetalia follows real-world events.
Arrival Information: He just arrived and, as such, will be appearing in the Outer City.
Appearance: http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10700000/spain-and-south-italy-romano-hetalia-10773645-600-395.jpg
The best word to describe Lovino: Southern Italian. He's got the charming good looks, nice tan, dark reddish-brown hair and amber-brown eyes that used to be green and aren't completely done changing, thus giving them a hazel hue. He also has a permanent scowl. He's usually wearing button-up shirts and slacks or jeans if not in his beige World War II uniform. He has a serious thing against wearing anything that doesn't look at least remotely Italian, so. There's a curl sticking promanently out of the right side of his head, which is in fact not just a thing the artist drew on to look pretty, that's a real thing. And if it's touched, well, it's an erogenous zone. So I wouldn't.
Personality: Remember back in Kindergarten? That kid who never really figured out how to deal with society, so he just shoved it off instead? The one who tried to be tough, but never could be? His name was Lovino Vargas.
Lovino's personality divides between four categories: By himself, around his brother, around men, and around women.
Around women, he is flirtateous and clearly likes to land the center of attention. He's also a derp when it comes to getting affection back, and usually ends up unable to continue if his target reciprocates the action. In layman's terms: ignored, becomes a lady's man in seconds. Offered a kiss, blushes and hides forever. Which makes him pretty lovable until something ticks him off.
Around men, on the other hand, he's pretty much the world's biggest jackass. Since he's afraid of how useless he is in comparison to everyone else, he reacts by putting up the toughest act he can. This involves swearing a lot ("bastard", "allocco", "jackass" and "damn it" being his favorites) and physical violence (kicking shins and lame punches) in some cases. However, since he's nowhere near a level of ability to cope with fights, his attitude often gets him into fights he can't handle and subsequently seeming even more pathetic than he would usually. He developes deep grudges on men who have seen him being weak (only men because women are trustworthy) and often ends up hating people who don't have any idea what they did to deserve it.
His brother, Feliciano/North Italy/Italia Venniciano, is a special exception to all this. Even though Lovino is just as moody around Feliciano, he cares more about his brother than any other person on earth, including himself. Their relationship is closer than most of the other countries, partially because they're siblings while still being the same country, and by human terms being fraternal twins. At least, Lovino thinks it should be that way. Lovino blows up on Feliciano a lot, mostly as a defense mechanism for the fact that Feliciano spends more time around his friends than around Lovino and rarely comes home, and Lovino doesn't know a better way to express his frustration at how little he seems to matter to Feliciano. It's also shown that Lovino is easily depressed by the fact that his brother fails to compliment him when prompted (he can't think of anything himself, either.)
Inside his mind is where Lovino is weakest. As noticable by his inability to keep up bravery of any kind or to make friends, he's developed quite the bit of self-hatred. He's quite aware of how pathetic he is, but it only makes him hate everyone around him more. He's thoroughly convinced everyone laughs at him behind his back, and that it's not truly possible to be trustworthy. He's afraid of anything someone could do to him, and as such shuts himself off from any chance to let someone in other than Feliciano. In truth, he has large abandonment issues and inferiority complexes that he wants no one to know about, and his fears are caused by the anxiety of who could leave him. He fears above all being left by Feliciano, which leads to his outbursts quite often. He's also convinced that God hates him, just a little tidbit he picked up from the mafia way back when. He has yet to find much to convince him otherwise.
He hates hugs and kisses, or at least pretends to, and will not tolerate them unless he's getting them from a woman or if it's from Venneciano when there's no one else around. In any other situation from that, affection is reciprocated by punches, screaming, insults, etc etc etc.
It should also be mentioned that he has a huge phobia against rape and as such is VERY protective about the curl on his head. Even poking it will usually earn the offender a headbutt to the stomach (although his holds true mostly for men, as he's too polite to hurt women). He also seems to express his anger alot with the word "chigi" ("chigigigigi", "chigigigigigigigigigi", etc.) If tugged too hard, well, he'll just collapse in exstacy/pain for a while. People often don't notice that this is an e-zone, and can get huge grudges from Lovi for "touching [him] innappropriately" when they have no idea why.
On the Enneagram test, Lovino scores a Type 6, Wing 5: The Defender, at Level 6. In short:
"Basic Fear: Of being without support and guidance
Basic Desire: To have security and support
Key Motivations: Want to have security, to feel supported by others, to have certitude and reassurance, to test the attitudes of others toward them, to fight against anxiety and insecurity.
Level 6: To compensate for insecurities, they become sarcastic and belligerent, blaming others for their problems, taking a tough stance toward "outsiders." Highly reactive and defensive, dividing people into friends and enemies, while looking for threats to their own security. Authoritarian while fearful of authority, highly suspicious, yet, conspiratorial, and fear-instilling to silence their own fears. "
Powers/Abilities: His lifespan is connected to his country and, similarly, to his brother's. The only way to kill them is by commiting genocide to all Italians in the world, which will effectively kill them both at the same time. If one is alive then the other will have to be as well. However, they can still suffer mortal wounds, and will have to be treated in order to recover from them (since they can't die from such wounds, only pass into a coma). This also means he's literally 1551 years old, and has been around since the birth of the Kingdom of Italy. Otherwise, both brothers are able to tap into seemingly bottomless pits of energy, speed and endurance, but only use it to escape from danger. It's not a conscious thing, they have to be scared shitless before their brain automatically connects to it.
It's mostly become fanon that the Italies can sense each others' life as well. They can tell if the other is weak, or if they've entered a coma, or if the other is missing from the game. Like a limb that they can feel, but not control.
History: His history is the same as that of South Italy.
Character wiki ==> http://hetalia.shoutwiki.com/wiki/Romano
Country's history ==> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Italy
Anything else would be head-canon.
Journal sample: [Video]
Damnit, what the hell is going on!?
[The chestnut-haired Italian is glaring at some strange gray-skinned person behind him, before he turns back to the communication device.] Where am I? What country is this? And.. fuck, what time period is this? [He glances around before shouting even louder.] Venneciano! Venneciano, where are you? If you're hurt somewhere I'm gonna kick your ass, damnit!
Prose sample: [From a previous game]
Lovino was walking the streets again, trying to ignore his current predicament despite the signs of it all around him. He just needed to be out of his house... out of his house, away from that person who thought they knew him, somewhere where he isn't called by that strange name that was most definitely not his. Everything was different, new, weird, foreign, and worst of all he was alone. No one he knew was there. His brother was gone, just like all the other nations. Even ones he hated would be welcome by now.
Darting into an alleyway, he slouched against a wall to drink from a bottle of wine he'd pilfered from his apparent house. It was a bad habit, drinking, but he was Italia fucking Romano. He knew how to hold his drink. Right now, he just wanted to drink everything away. If his life was a fantasy, if his little brother's smiling face was a lie that his mind made up, he wanted to dream again and never wake up. He wanted to black out, to wake up to his brother whining for him to wake up and cook for him. As annoying as that oversized kid was, he was family. Much more than that person living in his "house".
It took three or four bottles, but he found himself waking up in the house again. The worried voice of his housemate did little to quell his feelings, the thought that even drowning his sorrows did nothing. Oh, hello massive hangover. That definitely hadn't worked, but that was only the beginning of it. He wanted his brother, or else hell.
Anything else: ( m'.w.`)m