Romano Vargas

[Romano Vargas]

→Now the dark begins to rise, save your breath it's far from over←

☼Nation Name: South Italy

☼Human Name: Romano "Lovino" Vargas

☼Gender: Male

☼Age: 23

☼Magic choices:

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  - Weapon magic- High class Spear that has the earth attribute. He can use force, such as turning the weight of the weapon into the force of a boulder falling, and the like. He can create small easily breakable shields and command a great deal of fauna and flora. However he doesn't tend to over use his ability much, and has a tendency to run than fight. Blessed in holy water, his spear doubles for ceremonies.
  
  The spells for this weapon vary, and to be honest, Romano doesn't keep track of the spells he creates to use with it. Sometimes it could be a whirlwind of leaves as a distraction, or using roots to bind his enemy. In a desert situation, or a place that doesn't really have greenery, he's at a lost for most of his spells, mostly using his environment as his upper hand.
  
  Shields are easily breakable, since he never really knew how to be defensive, nor did he ever learn such a trait. The shields could be a quick root, or a tree branch. The most complicated shield he was lucky in creating was a weak and unstable mix of moss and dead tree branches.
  
  However due to his spells and his way of fighting, he most often runs into overflow with the magic kept into the spear. Most makers find it horribly unbalanced, but Romano created the weapon himself, and finds it the easiest to use. Despite his affection for the spear, it has a tendency to either randomly emit magic, or absorb bits of magic. With this overflow, during peaceful times, he helps out on crops and the like, doing his best to keep the people around him happy with the earth.
  
  He has a tendency to hear and speak to other animals, due to his age, and has a close tie with many species of animals. This is where his secondary magic comes in. However despite the bond he has with the wolves, he can speak to other creatures. He has been fond of cats for messengers, since...well cats are less intimidating.
  
  It's passive form, which is bound by magic, is a simple rosary like necklace. It's heavy and bulky but he keeps it under his shirt. He can use passive spells, but nowhere near his capability with the spear out and ready.
  
  
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  Animal Magic- He has a specific bond with wolves. Due to the abundance of wolves from when he was little, he has formed a deep friendship with the creatures. Wolves had been a staple in his childhood. He learned many things through them, and his animalistic tendencies for a code of honor, and holding respect highly despite his tendency not to 'respect' anyone.
  
  Romano has a tendency to also call children 'pup's due to his upbringing by a female wolf. The spell, which he received to years of training, was the fact to change into a wolf, and use their senses. He's abused his powers before, by letting children ride on his back, but has never abused his powers to harm anyone.
  
  His animal magic doesn't have many offensive advantages. However it does have many uses, which he takes for his better hand. From wind speed passing over his ears, from eyes looking on to their movements, to seeing the environment differently, he would and will use what he can to protect what he believes is right.
  
  The Italian has had this power since he was a child, which means he has such good control over it, he rarely controls it. This has led to few situations that have manifested in different ways. From his ears popping up at random times, to howling, to even his tail popping out when his ears are scratched.
  
  Due to his bond with his animalistic powers, they are not restrained or controlled, which many people in the magical kingdom cannot fathom. Controlling your magic is what makes you good at it. Romano doesn't control his Animal magic, since it's not dangerous. What's the point of keeping something locked up when it's beneficial to you? That takes way too much effort, and he's quite lazy.
  

→Leave the lost and dead behind, now's your chance to run for cover.←

☼Description:

South Italy and North Italy, look quite similar being brothers. However even with their similarities, there are many differences. From the start, Romano has darker color auburn hair. It’s a shaggy cut, but it’s healthy. Most strands don’t pass his neck, and closer to his face, they barely pass his ears. Of course with a shaggy cut, his bangs are more than often getting into his eyes, and hiding them. Romano’s hair is extremely thick, contrasting to the look of it. A similar trait that he shares with his brother is the hair curl or ‘ahoge’ which sticks out of his hair stubbornly. The curl itself doesn’t usually stay down, even in water or humidity, which makes it quite a annoying piece of hair.

His eyes are quite different from his brother’s, due to not only the emotion and feeling in them, but the color. His eyes are a striking olive-amber color. (Note: Combining the Manga and Anime colors.) His eyes are extremely expressive to what he is feeling, while his words show the exact opposite. The fire in his eyes is always strong enough, and his fierce and fiery personality contrasts with the fact that he is mostly all bark and little bite. His face is normally holding a scowl, or a annoyed look, which he handles perfectly. His face is round, but in the same time, his sharp features quiet that fact. When he holds a rare smile, his face looks younger, and less rigid, showing the cute round parts of his face.

Romano’s skin is a even tanned color. He isn’t overly tan, but he can’t really look pale. No matter what season, his skin is normally a tanned color. He has a few almost un-noticeable freckles dashed across his face, neck, and shoulders. Only close up to you, do you seem them in a defined state. He hardly notices them himself. His body is extremely lanky and even the slight muscles he has from working out and do normal healthy things aren’t anything to boast about. He’s defined enough in his opinion, so he could really care less.

His fingers are long and bony, but nimble if need be. Small scars fleck here and there, from the results of many knife fights. None are that wonderfully noticeable, which is contrary to his chest and back. There is a curved scar going from the back of his shoulder to his front. It drops down a little lower than his collarbone. It’s extremely thin, and not really that noticeable other than the color. It’s extremely pale, which contrasts with his darker skin.

However his most noticeable scar is from his middle half of his ribcage, the left side, to his right hip. It’s shallow at the start, and slowly starts to deepen into his skin, with the ending part in his hip, some of the skin missing. The indent is easy to feel, but not so easy to notice. The skin is numb, and sometimes to the point during cold weather or extremely hot, the skin around the mark is extremely painful. He has a tendency to cover most of the scar up with bandages, in a vain attempt to never let it be seen. Which covers up a small curved scar on his right hip, which burns at different times, but he’s not too sure why.

His legs are long, which help his natural speed but are mostly unscathed from any scars or marks.

☼Special Features: ------

→I don't want to change the world, I just want to leave it colder←

☼Likes:

Pasta
Tomatoes
Dancing
Food
Siestas
Fields
Sleeping
Singing
Cats
Shovels

☼Dislikes:

France
Potatoes
Nasty cheese
Russia
Someone trying to interrupt Siestas
Insomnia
‘His’ Mafia (This would also be considered his 'gang' in this rp.)
Drawing
Scary things
Annoying or Boring people

☼Personality:

Lovino has more than one side, and is actually quite the interesting individual, but his loud and brash personality drives people away from him. Up front, the man is loud and seems unlikable. He speaks in profanity often, and if not profanity, he insults them heavily. This is normal in the South Italians’ mind, since he sees everyone’s faults. He’s a pessimistic person by nature, and can’t see usually anything but bad. This comes from everyone usually putting him down, and his naturally pessimistic personality.

The Italian rarely sees the good side of people, and usually judges on his past and thinks everyone will forget about him for his brother, Feliciano. He’s envies his brother and while he wishes to get on good terms, the northern side doesn’t seem to understand. He detests his brother’s idea some times, but he does truly care for the other, but it is mostly shown by profanity and yelling at the each other. He also cares for Spain, but it is shown through the same means.

He is bad with his words and his feelings, mostly creating a rift with those he holds dear. He fears that he’ll be abandoned, and sometimes wishes for it to all to go away, but he would feel terrible leaving behind those he close to. He takes his ties seriously, though some think that he is too ignorant and hateful to. One of his biggest and noticeable traits is his cowardly nature. This is for many reasons, besides he’s horrible at fighting.

He’s afraid of getting hurt again, he doesn’t like war and even though he spouts insults left and right, when faced with something he can’t defeat, he runs. He’s easy sometimes to push over violence, and keeps far away from danger. It strikes fear in him just to be around things. While he is normally outspoken with insults, he is extremely tight to the vest with most of his other emotions. When caught thinking to himself, quietly and not shouting, his face is usually uncharacteristically blank.

Romano has mellowed slightly, but hardly by any means. He is somewhat affectionate with his kin, and has a snappier mouth than ever. To be honest, if given attention, he seems to quiet down and enjoy it if he knows for sure, that isn't pity and no one is mocking him. (Good luck on convincing him of that though.) No one has actually accepted who he is, and only pay attention to him if he's shouting and yelling. If someone actually got his trust, while it would still happen, it would be minimal.

He is a fierce person, though only when he must be. He restrains his true personality or good thoughts, since he only thinks people are after Rome. He has a extremely soft spot for old people and animals.

☼Strengths:

His determination:
Lovino has a strong determination to almost always be better than his brother, to be recognized for his achievements, and all around just be noticed. He also wants to protect the people he cares about. This is a strength because of his massive unrelenting persuasion until he gets his way. He forgets about his weaknesses, at the cost of whatever.

His resistance:
While he is a weak man, and so is his brother, no matter how many times he is beaten down, he gets back up again. He has always risen back up, under many different levels, and he never goes down for long. No matter what people say about him, he and his brother have always came back from the brink.

His speed:
While his strength is something to laugh at, his speed is not. If scared, frightened, or pushed from his need to protect the people he cares about, he extremely fast, and extremely dangerous.

His cooking:
While maybe not as good as his brother, the Italian can cook very well, and can memorize dishes in less than a second, putting out delectable foods with almost no effort.

Pickpocketing:
For part of his life, Lovino has grown practically to the point of haven’t being caught in years. While clumsy normally, he pulls enough of himself together to actual be a great pickpocket.

Impressive aim:
While not the best in the world, he can shoot and aim a gun quite well. It’s not one of his best points, but it certainly isn’t one of his worst.

☼Weaknesses:


His fear of practically everything:
Lovino is bluntly put, a total coward. He has a fear for anything dangerous, he hates anything that involves or will involve danger. He is against it, and will run and hide.

His Gambling:
When put on the line, and it doesn’t involve violence, Lovino loves to gamble. And almost always loose. He can’t win for his life, and the times he does win, he’s lost a good few many times before.

His strength:
He’s weak. In almost every single physical pursuit, he’s weakened by something or another. He trains all he can, but he’s usually so clumsy he ends up on the dirt. Only when pushed to his maximum, can he fight but he mostly uses weapons then his actual strength.

The people he cares about:
While most people are kept at arms length, he’s actually attached to most of the people he meets. He displays a uncharacteristic seriousness, and enjoys to use brute force to get what he needs. He isn’t above using dirty tactics, as long as they are safe.

His clumsiness:
While Lovino isn’t a ditz and magically trip over things all the time, he has his random bursts of clumsiness which almost always end up with him flat on his face or tripping over objects he normally can avoid. Usually it’s when he’s freaked out or stressed…which is most of the time.

Temper:
This speaks for itself. His tendency to anger or over-react is something that’s easily exploited, and easy to predict. His wild temper is usually not only harmful to him, but harmful to any allies and anything else.


☼Fears:

Blennophobia- The fear of slime. For reasons unknown to anyone but him, he has a fear of green slime. Slime in general he doesn’t like, but he has a large reason to hate ‘green or brown slime’.
Coulrophobia- The fear of clowns. While Lovino doesn’t fear clowns that are away from him, if they are anywhere near him, he freaks out.
Fear of being forgotten from anyone he cares about or being forgot about by his brother or really anyone. He wants to be remembered for himself, and never be shot down and left alone. He is terrified this will be the final thing that breaks him.

→Light the fuse and burn it up, take the path that leads to nowhere.←

☼Family and Siblings:

Rome- "Guy I would love to kick in the stomach repeatedly."
Feliciano- Younger Brother

☼History:

Early Years-

Romano doesn't remember much if anything about his child years. He remembered a old man, which he supposed in later life was his grandfather. He was around a lot, but he always wanted Romano to fight or read a book about politics. To learn. Later, he realized it was because he was the heir to the Roman Empire, but at that time, it was a old man who wouldn't leave him alone.

He spend most of his time running away from his room, where he felt so detached from everything, into the forest where he felt like he belonged. That is where he met his "Mother". Mother, to him, was a mythical beast. A wolf, of great power. He showed little fear as he did his best to follow her.

The only time he returned to the village, was to see his little brother. The second heir to the Roman Empire. He was extremely close to his little brother and would protect him fiercely. It was always back and forth between his "Mother" and Feliciano. He spent days in the forest, talking to his "Mother" but keeping a close eye on his brother.

Romano never questioned why he could even understand her. Soon, he was the shadow of this massive wolf, and she started to treat him like a spoiled pup. He spent a lot of time learning about the way life was, and what he had to live with. Romano learned herbs, mushrooms, things you should and shouldn't eat. Things that were poisonous to wolves.

He rode on the back of the beast as they ran over the mountains of Southern Rome. He gave the lost beast a son, and she gave him a mother. They went on a journey together, going to many foreign lands, (Hint hint, he met Spain.) This is where he learned about both his powers. His affinity for Earth, and Animal Magic.

While he had many trips, they were never gone long, the wolf wanting to return to her homeland, and Romano wanting to check on his little brother.

Middle years-

Bound to his wolven magic, it took him many months and tireless hours of working to get that magic down. He spend most of his time mulling around Rome, fighting. Despite the fact that he was fighting on the front lines, he tried to keep his brother always safe. He read books about the Ancient that they were heirs to his land, and learned as much as he could from his fighting style.

While he wasn't good in practice, he was good in theory.

This is where he had to fight, and learn to kill enemies.

He was scared to. The life he knew, he didn't need to take a enemies life in cold blood. This is where the Italian didn't know what to do, or what to call upon. His 'pansy' and 'weak' way of fighting, wasn't because he wasn't good at it, he was afraid to take someone's life. He did what he could to protect his brother.

His first kill was at the age of 16. A enemy came swinging at him, aimed to kill. Romano reacted and stabbed the man with his spear through the heart. The Italian then killed eight more people in a small skirmish to keep his land safe.

Later years-

Romano soon got over the fact of the deaths by his hand, aiming to learn more restrictive techniques through magic. Magic was easier to control, and he didn't have to blindly injure someone. Romano's real skill was in magic, thus, he was on the front lines once again, instead with blood thirsty fighting, powerful resistance of the magical kind.

He met up with his brother once more, but his brother seemed to have changed a little, but not my much. They both promised to keep their land safe at any cost.



☼Rp Sample:

"Dammit." Was the first word out of his mouth, as he stepped into the market place. He wasn't that far away from home, neither was he that far away from small but mostly wild family. He wouldn't live in the city, he hated it here. Plus, he was tired of hearing that his 'cats' were wild and feral monsters that tried to kill their children. They were 'European Wild Cats' of course they were freaking wild. The only reason that they lived in his home, is because he raised them. While no, he didn't have to worrying about dying when they finally decided to rip out his throat, the animals were still wild. He respected that. They were allowed to hunt, and be themselves.

However, living with wolves since he was a child, it really wasn't that surprising that he could handle wild animals. Though they mostly handled him, and he got more of his fair share of injuries. But he wasn't stupid. Maybe a coward against anything other than wild animals, but he wasn't a fool. Unlike his brother or the idiot Spain. He barely paid attention to the vendors as they shouted to him. He was out of tomatoes for his home-made red sauce. And plus, he needed several other ingredients. His brother, while dining himself on pasta all the time, the Southern Italians made it better.

Snorting, his amber-olive eyes moved over the familiar stalls, and his eyes stopped on a very good acquaintance. He smirked, walking over. The old woman recognized him immediately, probably by the shouting of very loud Italian curses. "Sí, Sí, vecchia strega! Don't give me the evil eye because I beat you in poker, you old hag!" He shouted at her, drawing no attention for the fact that this was a almost everyday occurrence. He was friends with the old Sicilian Gina. "Mío, Mío! Idiota!" She hissed into his face. "You think that's why I'm yelling at you! You big headed twit!"

Romano tilted his head slightly. Gina, slapped him upside the head while he cursed. "I don't have grandchildren yet!" She yelled, which made Romano choke on his spit. "WOMAN!" He screeched, standing as tall as he could, and before he could yell at her some more, he was hit over the head with a handle of a broom. "Stop shouting like a pansy girl, you're scaring the customers with you obvious gay-ness." The Southern Italian's eye twitched. "Woman!" The brunette howled, before being threatened with the broom again. "I suppose you are here for your citrus? Vitamins are good for growing boys~!" She sing songed, picking a few out of the box in front of her. "I'm over twenty." The 'man' commented dryly.

"Ah-han, say that when you actually get some." He blushed slightly but said nothing else. Throwing the oranges to him, he caught it, shoving it into his bag. "Remember, the tournament is later this week." The old woman chimed. He nodded. Since they didn't gamble with money, they gambled with food and the like. Made it easier on everyone. And he wouldn't tell a soul he actually played against old ladies and lost regularly. Why would you think that?

He waved, giving a "Have a nice day old hag." He fixed the collar of his shirt, the plain collared shirt itching him slightly. He was wearing normal slacks. Like hell he was going to go outside, without dressing appropriately. The brunette cut through a few lines, something normal in Italy. Not like he had to wait. He finally got to a few different stalls, picking up spices, fruits, vegetables, and a whole lot of curses on the way. Old hags....and a really girly ninety year old man.

The only thing he needed was tomatoes...and maybe some apples...he was running low. Finally the amber-olive eyed male made it to the stall he needed, before tilting his head again. He had seen her somewhere before. His eyes scanned over her, black hair and all, and it rang for him. Cambodia. Though he wasn't sure what her human name was. Most knew of his name as, 'Lovino' due to Spain never learning to stuff his mouth and leave him alone. He walked forward hearing her question, and he eyed the guy tending the stall. He was too far away to hear her.

He mentally groaned at the fact that he actually had to talk to someone. That was his brother's job, not his. He was supposed to be scary and mean...that description courtesy of his brother while he wailed about him being mean to the Potato heads. Romano hissed at the thought of those idiots even coming fourteen thousand miles near his thoughts. Disgusting barbarians. Barbari! Sighing quietly and wishing for someone to talk to this girl, the Southern Italian gave a impassive look down to her. "Those are tomatoes. Paste tomatoes to be exact. Best for cooking for tomato sauce and and the like." He picked one up himself, looking at it. "It is known for it's less water, more tomato quality, due to the fact that it doesn't take as much to cook. Though you can use other tomatoes." He continued to explain.

She seriously was asking what the hell a tomato was?! It didn't take too much thought. 'Take a deep breath Romano, take a deep breath. You are smarter than them, because you are Italian. A proud Southern Italian that doesn't run from a fight. No you do not! You have chess games that take years to complete, due to the fact that they wish to mail you a letter to tell you their next move, instead of calling you.' He thought mentally. "I'm Romano." Thank god this wasn't a male. He would have cursed him to kingdom come. But Romano knew this child was a nation, if not a hardly known one. He sure as hell didn't know who she was personally. Just Cambodia. "You would know me as South Italy." He added, picking up some of the fruits, examining for bruises and such.

Ah, quality. Italian food! This is where he liked to be. Though that brunette idiot had some good tomatoes too. He took a deep breath, shouting out to the stall keeper, shoving some money into his hands. After counting the money, the man nodded, and Romano picked up some tomatoes, shoving them into a spare pocket in the small satchel he was carrying. To acidic to store with the others, Romano remembered.

He hoped this was a short conversation, and he wouldn't have a annoying nations speaking to him all day. Unless she was smart enough to carry a conversation, he wanted to go home and make some pizza. He looked at her again. Females deserved most respect. He hardly thought of them as 'kitchen' workers and the like. Most could be productive on their own. "Anything else you would like to know?" He was done with his shopping, though he didn't want to tag along with this girl, dear god what the old hags would do. Probably give her the evil eye. The brunette shuddered just thinking about it.

→I will not bow, I will not break, I will shut the world away.←

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