-OOC- Application/Information [Ruby City]
PLAYER
Name: Witchy
Personal Journal: witchmodoki
E-mail: nezumidegozaimasu@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: Also nezumidegozaimasu@gmail.com
CHARACTER
Name: Lovino Vargas (South Italy / Italia Romano / Curly)
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Hetalia's plotline follows history. I'll be taking him from 2011, and thus, he ends up on a train the day he's accepted in.
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.
First Person: This is the format that will be used in rubycity_rp. Commonly known as bracket spam, it is usually third person present tense. We are expecting a well-written sample, at the MINIMUM eight sentences. A short example of this:
Venneciano! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, DAMN IT!?
[Thus greets the brunette Italian appearing on the screen. After the rapid flipping between all the features, he's pretty pissed off because he still doesn't understand shit about this, and between words he can be heard muttering "chigigigigigigi...", and some random explicit insulted aimed at no one in particular.]
Where the shit am I, damn it!? You jackasses had better fucking explain! And goddamnit, where the fuck is Venneciano!? Or Potato Head. If you can hear this, you bastard, I am going to find you and I am going to fucking kill you! CHIGI!
Third Person: Welp. This wasn't where Lovino expected to be.
Being on a train suddenly was damn wierd. Not that he was scared, damn it, he just felt out of place. A little. In fact, it was a bit of relief that he wasn't running from the mafia anymore. The only thing left was to figure out where the hell he was and where the hell he was going. He looked out and gasped. Egypt? America? Where the hell could he be with plains like that? He wasn't scared, damnit, just... okay, maybe he was pretty scared. But he wouldn't admit it to anyone else. (Like anyone would ask.)
He didn't need a second notice to get off. By the time the train stopped, his mind was racing and all he could think was 'if I get off, I can figure out what the fuck is going on'. So he raced off and into the strange city. Yeah, he didn't have a damn clue where he was. But he couldn't admit that. Keep your damn cool, Vargas. He reached in his pocket for his phone. What the hell was in there with it...? He pulled out... a golden pocket watch. "The fuck?"
It didn't take all that much fiddling to realize it wasn't a normal watch. Shit, it wasn't a watch at all, just looked like one. His first thought was to throw it away, but he realized that it could still be valuable or something. Even if he had to sell it on the black market to get anything for it. Or did one even exist here, he thought, noticing that he still had no clue how to get back to Italia. Shit, if only he could find Venneciano, he could get around here more easily. With a grunt of frustration, he began fiddling with the watch again. Was it a phone? It had that option, apparently. What the hell. It was worth a shot, then. Fucking idiot was probably helpless without him anyway, so it was good to try.
Name: Witchy
Personal Journal: witchmodoki
E-mail: nezumidegozaimasu@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: Also nezumidegozaimasu@gmail.com
CHARACTER
Name: Lovino Vargas (South Italy / Italia Romano / Curly)
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Hetalia's plotline follows history. I'll be taking him from 2011, and thus, he ends up on a train the day he's accepted in.
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.
First Person: This is the format that will be used in rubycity_rp. Commonly known as bracket spam, it is usually third person present tense. We are expecting a well-written sample, at the MINIMUM eight sentences. A short example of this:
Venneciano! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, DAMN IT!?
[Thus greets the brunette Italian appearing on the screen. After the rapid flipping between all the features, he's pretty pissed off because he still doesn't understand shit about this, and between words he can be heard muttering "chigigigigigigi...", and some random explicit insulted aimed at no one in particular.]
Where the shit am I, damn it!? You jackasses had better fucking explain! And goddamnit, where the fuck is Venneciano!? Or Potato Head. If you can hear this, you bastard, I am going to find you and I am going to fucking kill you! CHIGI!
Third Person: Welp. This wasn't where Lovino expected to be.
Being on a train suddenly was damn wierd. Not that he was scared, damn it, he just felt out of place. A little. In fact, it was a bit of relief that he wasn't running from the mafia anymore. The only thing left was to figure out where the hell he was and where the hell he was going. He looked out and gasped. Egypt? America? Where the hell could he be with plains like that? He wasn't scared, damnit, just... okay, maybe he was pretty scared. But he wouldn't admit it to anyone else. (Like anyone would ask.)
He didn't need a second notice to get off. By the time the train stopped, his mind was racing and all he could think was 'if I get off, I can figure out what the fuck is going on'. So he raced off and into the strange city. Yeah, he didn't have a damn clue where he was. But he couldn't admit that. Keep your damn cool, Vargas. He reached in his pocket for his phone. What the hell was in there with it...? He pulled out... a golden pocket watch. "The fuck?"
It didn't take all that much fiddling to realize it wasn't a normal watch. Shit, it wasn't a watch at all, just looked like one. His first thought was to throw it away, but he realized that it could still be valuable or something. Even if he had to sell it on the black market to get anything for it. Or did one even exist here, he thought, noticing that he still had no clue how to get back to Italia. Shit, if only he could find Venneciano, he could get around here more easily. With a grunt of frustration, he began fiddling with the watch again. Was it a phone? It had that option, apparently. What the hell. It was worth a shot, then. Fucking idiot was probably helpless without him anyway, so it was good to try.