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♟ MUN INFORMATION
[ name ] Noc.
[ age ] Seventeen.
[ contact details ] AIM: NorthernxLion | Email: Coolcalz@msn.com.
[ characters played ] None.
♘ CHARACTER INFORMATION
[ name ] Feliciano Vargas | North Italy.
[ fandom ] Axis Powers Hetalia.
[ canon point ] 1942.
[ age ] Physically he's about twenty-one. Being a nation, he's actually centuries old.
[ personality ]
There's a good reason why 'Hetalia' means 'useless Italy'. North Italy seems, overall, to pretty much a waste of space. Well, when it comes to fighting and serious business that is. He is the exact opposite of Germany and his orderly ways; he is disorganized, lazy and has little motivation to do anything unless it's painting, cooking or eating. With this dislike for warfare, it should be no surprise to hear that Italy is a major coward. He'll run, hide, do anything to avoid capture, but when he is he'll end up babbling whatever it is his captor wants to hear and more. Anything to make sure that they don't hit him.
Feliciano is highly dependent on other people, Germany in particular. But although he needs them mainly for protection, he enjoys being sociable and making friends. He likes to remain positive about things, and will try to cheer people up if they're upset. Mostly by making them pasta, because obviously that solves everything. In addition he is also very, very, very affectionate. Depending on what kind of person you are-- you will either find this behavior incredibly adorable or extremely uncomfortable. He has no problem announcing that he loves someone-- even if he doesn't mean in that why-- and will openly run into people for kisses and hugs.
Along with being affectionate, Feliciano also has an eye for the ladies. While he doesn't sleep around or anything like that (hi thar, virgin Catholic), he enjoys making girls feel good by telling them that they're pretty and generally being nice to them. A happy girl makes for a happy Feli.
Of course, he's also a complete and utter dunce. He doesn't understand a lot of things, and has the level of curiosity that one would expect from a child. As well as the patience and attention span of one. He finds it hard to listen when anyone else provides a long explanation, but he also tends to rant himself and wander off subject.
He would much rather play than work. As evidenced in canon, he enjoys sports like football and is pretty good at them, but loathes Germany's training sessions, seeing them more as torture. When he's forced to exercise during these sessions, he tends not to try very hard. Unless he gets a fright or just gets plain fed up and decides to bolt, you wouldn't see he can, in fact, run so fast that it's hard to even catch up with him.
Despite being such a coward, there's a part of Feliciano that wants to prove his worth. When the mood strikes him, he runs headfirst into trouble and picks a fight. Of course, these brief moments of bravery are quickly over once he calls for Germany's assistance.
Overall, Feliciano is a caring soul who means well most of the time, but is really concerned with saving his own skin and leaving all the hard work to other people.
[ history ] His Hetalia wikia entry and the Wikipedia entry on North Italy.
[ appearance ] Picture!
[ abilities ]
Being a nation, Italy is very hard to kill. His wounds heal quicker than normal humans', even if he'll make a big fuss about them. Although he's also lazy, if prompted, he can strangely fast. Especially when he thinks there's an army after him.
Despite the fact he's a coward, one strip showing him as a child beating up Turkey proves he can fight and defend himself, but would much rather rely on other people.
♛ WONDERLAND INFORMATION
[ allegiance ] I hope I'm doing this part right! My first choice would be MAFIA, then Carnival and then Royalist.
[ chosen weapon for the shifter ] Crossbow.
[ form of the shifter when not in use ] A little white flag pin.
♗ SAMPLES
[ first person ]
[The mirror shows a very pathetic looking young man, tears running down his cheeks
Ve, I don't get what's going ooooon... That guy told me there was a war here, but I'm already in a war! I don't want to be in two at once! I'll have to make double as much white flags!
[He hiccups, sniffles then rubs his eyes with his sleeve.]
...uwah, Germany's going to be so mad at me for getting lost... And missing training. I was really gonna go and be on time for once! Sort of...
[ third person ]
His eyebrows knitted together in concentration. He drew his bottom lip between and bit down as the final drop was added to the mixture. Perfect.
Italy straightened up and put down the sauce pot on top of an old tea towel he had laid out on the counter. Germany may have though him to be messy and clumsy, but his kitchen was always a place he liked to keep neat and unscathed. Even though he wasn't much of a clean-freak as his ally. Plus, this kitchen did belong Germany, and he'd feel terrible if he mucked it up. And he'd probably get shouted at if he made a mess. But he just wanted Germany to have some delicious pasta for dinner instead of wurst and the other icky German food he ate all the time! If he ate only that, he'd be ill wouldn't he? A lot of Germany's food would make Italy's tummy hurt, that was for sure...
They were allies, after all. And that meant they had to look after each other! Germany was always running around and protecting him, so he had to repay him somehow, right? Right!
Italy's hand reached up and tugged on the chain around neck so he could admire the little metal cross Germany had given him.
"Patto d'Acciaio..." The brunette said to himself softly, smiling lightly.
Leaning against the counter in his apron, he raised his head to look at the clock on the wall. Soon Germany would be home. And once he had convinced the other country that cleaning could wait or the pasta would get cold, he could inform him about his progress on his grenades.
That progress meaning that he still had no idea how or why they exploded at random times after the pin was pulled. But, hopefully Germany would be so over-whelmed with the taste of his glorious pasta he wouldn't be too disappointed or angry. Maybe he could even convince him to play football tonight if he was lucky. Thinking happy thoughts, Italy dished out the pasta with skill expected from a gourmet chef.
He may not be as strong as Germany or as wise as Japan, but any country would agree he knew how to make heavenly food.
[ name ] Noc.
[ age ] Seventeen.
[ contact details ] AIM: NorthernxLion | Email: Coolcalz@msn.com.
[ characters played ] None.
♘ CHARACTER INFORMATION
[ name ] Feliciano Vargas | North Italy.
[ fandom ] Axis Powers Hetalia.
[ canon point ] 1942.
[ age ] Physically he's about twenty-one. Being a nation, he's actually centuries old.
[ personality ]
There's a good reason why 'Hetalia' means 'useless Italy'. North Italy seems, overall, to pretty much a waste of space. Well, when it comes to fighting and serious business that is. He is the exact opposite of Germany and his orderly ways; he is disorganized, lazy and has little motivation to do anything unless it's painting, cooking or eating. With this dislike for warfare, it should be no surprise to hear that Italy is a major coward. He'll run, hide, do anything to avoid capture, but when he is he'll end up babbling whatever it is his captor wants to hear and more. Anything to make sure that they don't hit him.
Feliciano is highly dependent on other people, Germany in particular. But although he needs them mainly for protection, he enjoys being sociable and making friends. He likes to remain positive about things, and will try to cheer people up if they're upset. Mostly by making them pasta, because obviously that solves everything. In addition he is also very, very, very affectionate. Depending on what kind of person you are-- you will either find this behavior incredibly adorable or extremely uncomfortable. He has no problem announcing that he loves someone-- even if he doesn't mean in that why-- and will openly run into people for kisses and hugs.
Along with being affectionate, Feliciano also has an eye for the ladies. While he doesn't sleep around or anything like that (hi thar, virgin Catholic), he enjoys making girls feel good by telling them that they're pretty and generally being nice to them. A happy girl makes for a happy Feli.
Of course, he's also a complete and utter dunce. He doesn't understand a lot of things, and has the level of curiosity that one would expect from a child. As well as the patience and attention span of one. He finds it hard to listen when anyone else provides a long explanation, but he also tends to rant himself and wander off subject.
He would much rather play than work. As evidenced in canon, he enjoys sports like football and is pretty good at them, but loathes Germany's training sessions, seeing them more as torture. When he's forced to exercise during these sessions, he tends not to try very hard. Unless he gets a fright or just gets plain fed up and decides to bolt, you wouldn't see he can, in fact, run so fast that it's hard to even catch up with him.
Despite being such a coward, there's a part of Feliciano that wants to prove his worth. When the mood strikes him, he runs headfirst into trouble and picks a fight. Of course, these brief moments of bravery are quickly over once he calls for Germany's assistance.
Overall, Feliciano is a caring soul who means well most of the time, but is really concerned with saving his own skin and leaving all the hard work to other people.
[ history ] His Hetalia wikia entry and the Wikipedia entry on North Italy.
[ appearance ] Picture!
[ abilities ]
Being a nation, Italy is very hard to kill. His wounds heal quicker than normal humans', even if he'll make a big fuss about them. Although he's also lazy, if prompted, he can strangely fast. Especially when he thinks there's an army after him.
Despite the fact he's a coward, one strip showing him as a child beating up Turkey proves he can fight and defend himself, but would much rather rely on other people.
♛ WONDERLAND INFORMATION
[ allegiance ] I hope I'm doing this part right! My first choice would be MAFIA, then Carnival and then Royalist.
[ chosen weapon for the shifter ] Crossbow.
[ form of the shifter when not in use ] A little white flag pin.
♗ SAMPLES
[ first person ]
[The mirror shows a very pathetic looking young man, tears running down his cheeks
Ve, I don't get what's going ooooon... That guy told me there was a war here, but I'm already in a war! I don't want to be in two at once! I'll have to make double as much white flags!
[He hiccups, sniffles then rubs his eyes with his sleeve.]
...uwah, Germany's going to be so mad at me for getting lost... And missing training. I was really gonna go and be on time for once! Sort of...
[ third person ]
His eyebrows knitted together in concentration. He drew his bottom lip between and bit down as the final drop was added to the mixture. Perfect.
Italy straightened up and put down the sauce pot on top of an old tea towel he had laid out on the counter. Germany may have though him to be messy and clumsy, but his kitchen was always a place he liked to keep neat and unscathed. Even though he wasn't much of a clean-freak as his ally. Plus, this kitchen did belong Germany, and he'd feel terrible if he mucked it up. And he'd probably get shouted at if he made a mess. But he just wanted Germany to have some delicious pasta for dinner instead of wurst and the other icky German food he ate all the time! If he ate only that, he'd be ill wouldn't he? A lot of Germany's food would make Italy's tummy hurt, that was for sure...
They were allies, after all. And that meant they had to look after each other! Germany was always running around and protecting him, so he had to repay him somehow, right? Right!
Italy's hand reached up and tugged on the chain around neck so he could admire the little metal cross Germany had given him.
"Patto d'Acciaio..." The brunette said to himself softly, smiling lightly.
Leaning against the counter in his apron, he raised his head to look at the clock on the wall. Soon Germany would be home. And once he had convinced the other country that cleaning could wait or the pasta would get cold, he could inform him about his progress on his grenades.
That progress meaning that he still had no idea how or why they exploded at random times after the pin was pulled. But, hopefully Germany would be so over-whelmed with the taste of his glorious pasta he wouldn't be too disappointed or angry. Maybe he could even convince him to play football tonight if he was lucky. Thinking happy thoughts, Italy dished out the pasta with skill expected from a gourmet chef.
He may not be as strong as Germany or as wise as Japan, but any country would agree he knew how to make heavenly food.