Post by Italy Romano on Dec 4, 2010 22:37:09 GMT -5
((Curse to word ratio is greater than usual, but that's to be expected, I guess XD))
Nation: South Italy/Italy Romano
Name: Lovino Vargas
Gender: Male
Appearance of Age: 22
Hair Color: Brown/auburn
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5 ft. 7 in.
Weight: 145 lbs.
Appearance:
Personality: When you first meet Romano…well, it depends on if you’re a guy or a girl. If you happen to be a girl, then you’re in luck! He’s likely to be charming and polite, a chivalrous gentleman to the end. Especially if you happen to be pretty. He’s the kind that would never say no to a pretty girl. If you happen to be a guy, he’s likely to be much more hostile because Romano has a temper, damn. He has one of the greatest capacities for nuclear-explosion-level anger that the world has ever seen. He can and will throw a tantrum like nobody’s business.
But what sets him off? Well, lots of things, really. Things not going his way, not being able to find the bathroom, stupidity in general, all that. But nothing quite sets him off like being compared to his little brother. His brother was the one that spent the most time with their grandfather, and that combined with constant remarks on his brother’s cuteness bySpain certain individuals, as well as the fact that Northern Italy has always been more industrialized and just does better at things, have given him an absolutely horrendous inferiority complex. He rarely, if ever, seems to get along with Veneziano as a result, though deep really, really, really deep down, he still cares for him, enough to attempt to defend him from that stupid fucking potato bastard people who might try to hurt him.
But don’t be fooled by his tough exterior. At heart, he’s every bit the spoiled, lazy coward his brother is; perhaps even more so, since his caretaker wasn’t as disciplinary as Veneziano’s. He does have a bit of toughness in him; when he’s very focused on getting something or being somewhere, he will do whatever it takes. However, this mostly gets aimed at running away from places rather than toward them.
Even deeper down, beneath the angry jerk, Romano really is a caring person. He doesn’t care about very many people, but those he does, he really does. He’s just terrible at expressing his feelings, and he’s easily embarrassed by displays of affection, which then translates into anger. He is, however, capable of being soft and sweet every once in a few blue moons...that's not often at all, by the way.
Likes:
+ Tomatoes. He just likes tomatoes. Got a problem with that? *glare*
+ Girls. They’re the only people he’s nice and polite to.
+ Sleep. He gets very, very grouchy without it. Well…grouchier than usual, anyway.
+ Football. He’ll fucking kick your ass over it, dammit!
+ He’d never, ever – and I mean ever – say it out loud, but he cares deeply for his family and friends.
Dislikes:
- Fighting of any sort.
- Icky food.
- Work. He letsSpain other people do it for him.
- Being compared to his stupid fucking little brother.
- Scary things in general, really. He has a very low tolerance for fear.
Fears:
~ Bodily harm/pain. He’ll do just about anything to avoid it.
~ Fighting.Dammit, Spain, come save me, you bastard!
~ Abandonment. He’s always afraid that people like him only because of his grandfather, or that people like his brother more.
~ The Mafia. Those guys are fucking scary, okay?!
Strengths:
+ He can headbutt. Really hard.
+ He’s much better at art and things than he makes himself out to be. It is true that he doesn’t quite match up to his brother, but he’s definitely not terrible.
+ Good aim. A combination of the Mafia and a badass police force give him some talent with firearms, and, of course, time with Spain means that he’s exceptional at throwing tomatoes.
+ He’s actually very tough when he’s focused on something.
+ Running away. Very, very, very fast.
Weaknesses:
- An inferiority complex the size of Prussia’s ego.
- Laziness.
- His temper. It’s short. Really short. Like, could-be-measured-in-micrometers short.
- Cowardice. It’s a family trait, it seems.
- He’s terrible at expressing his feelings.AKA he’s a little tsundere jerk
History:
((There’ll probably be lots of references to my North Italy application, just saying.))
So, here’s the deal with Rome: after a while, they began splitting it up into pieces before the whole thing collapsed. Feli was more connected with Rome Rome, whereas Lovino, after the fall, was left with the “eastern” Roman Empire, the Byzantine Empire. Romano was influenced heavily by Byzantium for a while, even when those Lombard guys came and took most of Italy.
From the sixth to the eleventh centuries, Romano was caught between Greece, Lombardy, and the Arab caliphate. The Arabs set up several Islamic states with mosques and all (these were mostly later converted to churches, of course). But then the Normans (i.e. mini-France-ish) come around in the 1000’s and kick out the Lombards and eventually evict Byzantium from Naples in 1127. In 1130, Norman king Roger II gives Romano kingdom status – the Kingdom of Sicily. Times under Roger were pretty awesome: all was nice and efficient, and different ethnicities and culture lived together in har~mo~ny~! But it only lasted 64 years. Then, little HRE comes in, wreaks havoc, and the throne is taken by these dudes called the House of Hohenstaufen. That ended badly, since France sweeps in again, only to be forced out by a bunch of rebels, the Sicilian Vespers. From then until Spain, Naples on the mainland and Sicily on the island were separate entities.
And there’s still Crusading nonsense, though it’s probably a little more relevant here, since Romano’s, you know, Roman Italy, but for the sake of not repeating myself, I’ll just tell you to read that bit in North Italy.
Then, remember those maritime republics? Well, the South’s got some too! Amalfi was the best, rivaling the North even, but there were also Gaeta, Molfetta, and Trani as well!
Then Aragon and Castile get married, and Spain rolls in with his viceroys! At least until Spanish Succession, when the Duke of Sardinia takes Sicily, then later trades it to Austria. It becomes an independent kingdom under Charles of Bourbon, and times are lovely for a while with a nice royal court and enlightenment and all that other good stuff. Then France has his revolution and captures Romano (like he always wanted, haha), forming a little thing called the Parthenopaean Republic which you’ve probably never heard of because it really didn’t last very long at all. The area later becomes the Kingdom of Naples.
And then, in 1859-60, UNIFICATION! I covered pretty much all of it in the North Italy application. Essentially, the only thing different with Romano is that instead of Cavour, it was Giuseppe Garibaldi. He capture Sicily, became dictator, rounded up some Redshirts and fought his way north.
After that, the histories of the north and south are pretty much the same except in World War II. After the Allies invade Sicily (which totally sucked, by the way), Romano comes quietly, but Mussolini runs off north and starts the Italian Socialist Republic, which was pretty much a German puppet state, and continued to fight with the Axis. The rest of Italy, including the Resistenza in the north, fought with the Allies. The Italian campaign did continue for a while, until they actually managed to force Germany out, win the war, capture and shoot Mussolini, and all that.
And you want to know why there are still two Italies? Well, the north is much more industrialized, has a higher standard of living, had a big economic boom in the 1950s, and is all-around better off. The south, on the other hand, has a much more agrarian economy, is stricken with poverty and organized crime (the Mafia sounds cool, but it’s really not), and very few of the people really like to think of themselves as “Southern Italians”. It’s actually really sad. During the referendum of 1946, when Italy was voting on creating a republic, the south voted to keep the monarchy. It lost, of course, but Romano still often differs from Feli on politics and such. There have even been a few secession movements. Not that they’ve been successful at all, but it’s still kinda sucks. No wonder the guy has a huge inferiority complex, huh?
Allies:
Nowadays, everyone in the EU and NATO. He stillis close with is good friends with likes sees Spain all the time every once in a while…the fuck are you looking at?!
Enemies:
No one is really out to get him, but he does seem to be out to get a lot of people, Germany topping the list and France hovering up there as well. He seems to be rather scared of England, probably because of his god-awful food. And Russia, but who isn’t scared of Russia? Contrary to popular belief, he does not like the Mafia, thank you very much; he’d much rather they just leave him the fuck alone. He does have to tolerate their presence though, and they did kinda help him against the Fascists in World War II…but he still hates them.
Sample Post:
((There’s lots of cursing. It’s Romano, what can I say?))
“GO AWAY, YOU BASTARD!”
Romano slammed the door shut. Then, he paused, turned around, opened it, and slammed it shut even harder. There. That was better. That should have gotten the message across. Stupid fucking Spain and his stupid fucking turtles and tomatoes and…
He gave a growl of frustration, stomping into the house towards the kitchen, aiming a kick at the sofa as he passed. However, he miscalculated the hardness of the wooden edge and ended up hopping up and down on his uninjured foot, grumbling, “Ow, shit, that fucking hurt, oooooow!”
Eventually, too lazy to go get ice or anything, Romano ended up collapsing onto the sofa he’d kicked, glaring at the blank television screen, and thinking about the day. Great. He didn’t want to think about the day. Thinking about the day involved thinking about Sp- that stupid tomato bastard. He did not want to think about him right now.
So he turned on the television instead. There was some stupid telenovela on. He ended up watching it for a while, and he very definitely did not jump up and scream at the TV when Angela confessed her undying love to Miguel, who was actually trying to marry her sister Maria for her money. But then the hero, Antonio–
Romano turned the TV off immediately.
God, the cheesy music was still stuck in his head!
Wait…that was actual music.
…oh, fuck no, he was not going to be serenaded by that bastard!
Did you read the rules?
Awesome = Prussia.
Awesome = Chicks.
Therefore, Prussia = Chicks.
Awesome = Pancakes.
Therefore, Prussia = Chicks = Pancakes.
Chicks = Chicken
Pancakes > Chicken.
Therefore, Pancakes > Chicks.
Therefore, Prussia > Prussia.
Therefore, Prussia is so awesome, he’s greater than himself. QED, bitches.
Nation: South Italy/Italy Romano
Name: Lovino Vargas
Gender: Male
Appearance of Age: 22
Hair Color: Brown/auburn
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5 ft. 7 in.
Weight: 145 lbs.
Appearance:
Personality: When you first meet Romano…well, it depends on if you’re a guy or a girl. If you happen to be a girl, then you’re in luck! He’s likely to be charming and polite, a chivalrous gentleman to the end. Especially if you happen to be pretty. He’s the kind that would never say no to a pretty girl. If you happen to be a guy, he’s likely to be much more hostile because Romano has a temper, damn. He has one of the greatest capacities for nuclear-explosion-level anger that the world has ever seen. He can and will throw a tantrum like nobody’s business.
But what sets him off? Well, lots of things, really. Things not going his way, not being able to find the bathroom, stupidity in general, all that. But nothing quite sets him off like being compared to his little brother. His brother was the one that spent the most time with their grandfather, and that combined with constant remarks on his brother’s cuteness by
But don’t be fooled by his tough exterior. At heart, he’s every bit the spoiled, lazy coward his brother is; perhaps even more so, since his caretaker wasn’t as disciplinary as Veneziano’s. He does have a bit of toughness in him; when he’s very focused on getting something or being somewhere, he will do whatever it takes. However, this mostly gets aimed at running away from places rather than toward them.
Even deeper down, beneath the angry jerk, Romano really is a caring person. He doesn’t care about very many people, but those he does, he really does. He’s just terrible at expressing his feelings, and he’s easily embarrassed by displays of affection, which then translates into anger. He is, however, capable of being soft and sweet every once in a few blue moons...that's not often at all, by the way.
Likes:
+ Tomatoes. He just likes tomatoes. Got a problem with that? *glare*
+ Girls. They’re the only people he’s nice and polite to.
+ Sleep. He gets very, very grouchy without it. Well…grouchier than usual, anyway.
+ Football. He’ll fucking kick your ass over it, dammit!
+ He’d never, ever – and I mean ever – say it out loud, but he cares deeply for his family and friends.
Dislikes:
- Fighting of any sort.
- Icky food.
- Work. He lets
- Being compared to his stupid fucking little brother.
- Scary things in general, really. He has a very low tolerance for fear.
Fears:
~ Bodily harm/pain. He’ll do just about anything to avoid it.
~ Fighting.
~ Abandonment. He’s always afraid that people like him only because of his grandfather, or that people like his brother more.
~ The Mafia. Those guys are fucking scary, okay?!
Strengths:
+ He can headbutt. Really hard.
+ He’s much better at art and things than he makes himself out to be. It is true that he doesn’t quite match up to his brother, but he’s definitely not terrible.
+ Good aim. A combination of the Mafia and a badass police force give him some talent with firearms, and, of course, time with Spain means that he’s exceptional at throwing tomatoes.
+ He’s actually very tough when he’s focused on something.
+ Running away. Very, very, very fast.
Weaknesses:
- An inferiority complex the size of Prussia’s ego.
- Laziness.
- His temper. It’s short. Really short. Like, could-be-measured-in-micrometers short.
- Cowardice. It’s a family trait, it seems.
- He’s terrible at expressing his feelings.
History:
((There’ll probably be lots of references to my North Italy application, just saying.))
So, here’s the deal with Rome: after a while, they began splitting it up into pieces before the whole thing collapsed. Feli was more connected with Rome Rome, whereas Lovino, after the fall, was left with the “eastern” Roman Empire, the Byzantine Empire. Romano was influenced heavily by Byzantium for a while, even when those Lombard guys came and took most of Italy.
From the sixth to the eleventh centuries, Romano was caught between Greece, Lombardy, and the Arab caliphate. The Arabs set up several Islamic states with mosques and all (these were mostly later converted to churches, of course). But then the Normans (i.e. mini-France-ish) come around in the 1000’s and kick out the Lombards and eventually evict Byzantium from Naples in 1127. In 1130, Norman king Roger II gives Romano kingdom status – the Kingdom of Sicily. Times under Roger were pretty awesome: all was nice and efficient, and different ethnicities and culture lived together in har~mo~ny~! But it only lasted 64 years. Then, little HRE comes in, wreaks havoc, and the throne is taken by these dudes called the House of Hohenstaufen. That ended badly, since France sweeps in again, only to be forced out by a bunch of rebels, the Sicilian Vespers. From then until Spain, Naples on the mainland and Sicily on the island were separate entities.
And there’s still Crusading nonsense, though it’s probably a little more relevant here, since Romano’s, you know, Roman Italy, but for the sake of not repeating myself, I’ll just tell you to read that bit in North Italy.
Then, remember those maritime republics? Well, the South’s got some too! Amalfi was the best, rivaling the North even, but there were also Gaeta, Molfetta, and Trani as well!
Then Aragon and Castile get married, and Spain rolls in with his viceroys! At least until Spanish Succession, when the Duke of Sardinia takes Sicily, then later trades it to Austria. It becomes an independent kingdom under Charles of Bourbon, and times are lovely for a while with a nice royal court and enlightenment and all that other good stuff. Then France has his revolution and captures Romano (like he always wanted, haha), forming a little thing called the Parthenopaean Republic which you’ve probably never heard of because it really didn’t last very long at all. The area later becomes the Kingdom of Naples.
And then, in 1859-60, UNIFICATION! I covered pretty much all of it in the North Italy application. Essentially, the only thing different with Romano is that instead of Cavour, it was Giuseppe Garibaldi. He capture Sicily, became dictator, rounded up some Redshirts and fought his way north.
After that, the histories of the north and south are pretty much the same except in World War II. After the Allies invade Sicily (which totally sucked, by the way), Romano comes quietly, but Mussolini runs off north and starts the Italian Socialist Republic, which was pretty much a German puppet state, and continued to fight with the Axis. The rest of Italy, including the Resistenza in the north, fought with the Allies. The Italian campaign did continue for a while, until they actually managed to force Germany out, win the war, capture and shoot Mussolini, and all that.
And you want to know why there are still two Italies? Well, the north is much more industrialized, has a higher standard of living, had a big economic boom in the 1950s, and is all-around better off. The south, on the other hand, has a much more agrarian economy, is stricken with poverty and organized crime (the Mafia sounds cool, but it’s really not), and very few of the people really like to think of themselves as “Southern Italians”. It’s actually really sad. During the referendum of 1946, when Italy was voting on creating a republic, the south voted to keep the monarchy. It lost, of course, but Romano still often differs from Feli on politics and such. There have even been a few secession movements. Not that they’ve been successful at all, but it’s still kinda sucks. No wonder the guy has a huge inferiority complex, huh?
Allies:
Nowadays, everyone in the EU and NATO. He still
Enemies:
No one is really out to get him, but he does seem to be out to get a lot of people, Germany topping the list and France hovering up there as well. He seems to be rather scared of England, probably because of his god-awful food. And Russia, but who isn’t scared of Russia? Contrary to popular belief, he does not like the Mafia, thank you very much; he’d much rather they just leave him the fuck alone. He does have to tolerate their presence though, and they did kinda help him against the Fascists in World War II…but he still hates them.
Sample Post:
((There’s lots of cursing. It’s Romano, what can I say?))
“GO AWAY, YOU BASTARD!”
Romano slammed the door shut. Then, he paused, turned around, opened it, and slammed it shut even harder. There. That was better. That should have gotten the message across. Stupid fucking Spain and his stupid fucking turtles and tomatoes and…
He gave a growl of frustration, stomping into the house towards the kitchen, aiming a kick at the sofa as he passed. However, he miscalculated the hardness of the wooden edge and ended up hopping up and down on his uninjured foot, grumbling, “Ow, shit, that fucking hurt, oooooow!”
Eventually, too lazy to go get ice or anything, Romano ended up collapsing onto the sofa he’d kicked, glaring at the blank television screen, and thinking about the day. Great. He didn’t want to think about the day. Thinking about the day involved thinking about Sp- that stupid tomato bastard. He did not want to think about him right now.
So he turned on the television instead. There was some stupid telenovela on. He ended up watching it for a while, and he very definitely did not jump up and scream at the TV when Angela confessed her undying love to Miguel, who was actually trying to marry her sister Maria for her money. But then the hero, Antonio–
Romano turned the TV off immediately.
God, the cheesy music was still stuck in his head!
Wait…that was actual music.
…oh, fuck no, he was not going to be serenaded by that bastard!
Did you read the rules?
Awesome = Prussia.
Awesome = Chicks.
Therefore, Prussia = Chicks.
Awesome = Pancakes.
Therefore, Prussia = Chicks = Pancakes.
Chicks = Chicken
Pancakes > Chicken.
Therefore, Pancakes > Chicks.
Therefore, Prussia > Prussia.
Therefore, Prussia is so awesome, he’s greater than himself. QED, bitches.
