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twruniversity-blog · 8 years ago

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Accepted North Italy!

Welcome to the group.

You have three days to move in. That is all.

OOC;

Name: Momo Age: 18 Pronouns: She/Her or He/Him Activity: 8 Contact: maslyanitsa-yumcha Ships for Muse: GerIta!!! But I’m open to anything ( except PruIta tbh ) Timezone: NZST Triggers/Sensitive Subjects: Cancer and Snakes ;; Any Concerns?: ://// I have a bit of a problem with one of the mods…..i think their name is….paNE.

IC;

Character: APH North Italy Full Name / Preferred Name: Feliciano Giovanni Vargas Age: 20 Birthday: March 17th Gender: Cis Male Pronouns: He/Him but he’s not gonna hate you if you get it wrong. Housing: Shared room in Toutouwai Village Pets: Really fat but super energetic orange tabby cat named Gino, Sleepy ball of grey fluff that is apparently a maine coon kitten named Tchaikovsky.

IC - In Depth;

Magical Branches: Air and Light.

Ahurei:

Musical Empathetic Projection ; Through the power of his music, Feliciano can influence the emotions of his audience. Emphasis on the word influence.

Major/s: Classical Performance and Air Minor/s: Music Theory Type of Degree: Bachelors Clubs: Orchestra ( Flute I & Piccolo ), Italian Society, Acapella on Campus, Social Orchestra ( Trumpet ), and Football.

Appearance:

Appearance is important to Feliciano and he spends quite a lot of time in maintaining a good one. With a detailed skincare routine each morning, frequent bouts of light exercise, and a relatively good diet – his hard work clearly shows. Clear complexion and glossy hair, Feliciano’s appearance may fool you into believing that he’s a man who has his life together. Spoiler alert: he’s an absolute fucking mess.

Standing about approximately 172 cm (or 5’8”) tall, Feliciano is not what one would consider ‘imposing’. His lean build and clear lack of muscles don’t help with this image either – his figure whittling down to narrow wrists and ankles, clearly not built for heavy exercise. The majority of his height comes from his legs, surprisingly long for a man his size and slenderer than expected. Perhaps this is why he becomes freakishly fast in the face of any sort of threat.

With an averagely shaped face that is neither round nor angled, his face is not one that is exceptionally unique. It is his eyes that change everything. A generic shape the colour of a plain walnut – there is something simply captivating about them. Eyes are the window of the soul and Feliciano’s larger than life soul can be seen shining through with each gleeful grin, cheesy smile and longing laugh he lets out. His bouncing auburn hair curls about in a lively manner, always moving and never staying still for long. Certain curls even appear to enjoy defying gravity, but Feliciano has never found this to be frustrating, they’re fun to play with sometimes. They do, however, have the unfortunate habit of flopping into his eyes sporadically throughout the day.

Headcanons:

Helpless romantic who falls in love easily.

An avid cat lover who is slightly nervous around dogs – especially large dogs.

Rambles far more than he should.

Uses way too many emoticons when he texts. Also his texts tend to not make sense.

Personality:

Pressing existentialism, political corruption and cynicism are more than enough to bring the average person down – but not Feliciano. Optimism is his core value. He lives his life as if it were as easy as skipping through a field of daisies in the glimmering sunlight. His whims come and go like the breeze and he finds it difficult to stick to one interest at a time. Easy-going and carefree to the point where it is absurd, he is not a particularly responsible person. Unless, however, he is incredibly passionate about the subject. If he is passionate, you can most certainly rely on him to follow through on it and do a good job of it. His emotions power his productivity.

Blessed (?) cursed (?), with incredibly intense emotions – Feliciano can often come off as a bit too much. His feelings are always subject to change, even though he generally managed to maintain a constant emotional high. His lows, however, can reach the lowest of the low. Nothing can pull him from these pits of despair – nothing but the comfort of his music.

Socially, he is a walking contradiction. He can be amazing at times – pulling both friends and romantic partners easily – and at other times, he can be downright dreadful, in the sense that he has practically no social filter. Feliciano will either say all the right things, or all the wrong things. All in all, this simply comes down to his relentless naivety.

In terms of insecurities, Feliciano only has one – and that is his fragile sense of masculinity. Unlike internet trolls, however, Feliciano isn’t the type to try and overcompensate for his lack of muscles. Rather he can get…rather attached to those with muscles. If you’re strong and Feliciano is flirting with you – don’t be fooled, he’s just using you for your muscles.

Strengths:

Outgoing/Friendly ; Feliciano has no problems making new friends and branching out of his current social circle. Rather, he goes out of his way to meet new people - he tends to find himself fascinated by all of their different stories.

Optimistic ; He can turn any negative and/or sad situation into something positive. Feliciano always sees the best in people, even if they don’t necessarily deserve it.

Creative ; To say that Feliciano is creative is an understatement. All of his life he has done nothing but arts - especially in regards to painting, cooking and music. Wherever Feliciano is, he will be creating something - whether it be a small series of doodles and sketches in a notebook, thinking of different variations to spin on his classic pasta sauce, or a small musical motif to be developed on later.

Weaknesses:

Absent-minded ; Feliciano often forgets things, nothing is safe from his forgetful nature. He has very nearly forgotten his own birthday on several occasions and only remembers because it is the only day that Lovino will text him before 10am. He used to be much worse when he was younger, but he’s been trying to keep on top of it with the help from a planning diary (it hasn’t really been working though).

Cowardly ; He is an absolute coward when it comes to anything scary (mainly just in real life though, he can generally sit through a horror movie. generally). Feliciano can feel intimidated by anything from a stern person to the dark and he often responds by either running away or crying.

Gourmand ; Notorious for over-indulging himself with gourmet foods, it really is a wonder as to how he manages to stay the size that he is. If the food is good enough, Feliciano will literally eat until he gets stomach cramps (especially if that food is gelato). That being said, if the food is deemed ‘yucky’ by him, he will simply refuse to eat until something he likes enough comes along.

Backstory:

[ Note: this is subject to some slight changes when Lovino joins! ]

[ Also TW: Cancer altho I think that’s only me atm lolol ]

Ever since he was a child, family was important to him. He never really knew who his parents were. His Madre had been young when she’d given birth to Feliciano, and even younger when she’d given birth to his brother – Lovino. No matter how much he desperately wished that he could of known her, he could never bring himself to hate her for what she did. Whilst Lovino found himself being raised by their Padre, Feliciano was whisked away and raised by his Nonno ( their mother’s father ). As a result of their separation, Feliciano grew up with an exaggerated and idealist view on his older brother and an inseparable bond with his Nonno.

His childhood was nothing exceptional; filled with the beauty of Italian summers, the sharp scent of the grape vines, and the constant stream of music that flowed throughout the house – his only thoughts on his childhood, was that it was a good one. Magic was an accepted part of his lifestyle, something that had been running through the family for years, and his Nonno was always more than a little enthusiastic about helping Feliciano develop his own powers.

As time went on, Feliciano gradually began to notice small changes in his Nonno. Only little changes, but changes never the less. It was easy to pass these things off as old age – the sudden bruising that seemed to flourish on his Nonno’s body and how his hair used to fall out more and more frequently – but in the end it all became rather obvious. His Nonno had been diagnosed with some sort of cancer. Feliciano still has no idea what sort of cancer it was - not because he can’t find out, rather he doesn’t want to know. Feliciano still hates himself for not noticing earlier, for not taking advantage of the few moments he still had had with his Nonno.

After the passing of his Nonno, Feliciano convinced his Uncle to send him to abroad to a boarding school. He wound up being sent all the way across the ocean to, of all countries, New Zealand. He loved everything about his boarding school - from the architecture, to the classes, to the people. It was here that he settled on his first love, the flute. His uncle had insisted that he choose to learn at least one musical instrument that wasn’t the piano, Feliciano decided to try out the flute (and it was totally not because all of the pretty girls from the next school over played the flute). It was a whirlwind romance, he would spend hours with his flute and, especially in the first few weeks, he would lock himself in the music block all day and spend nearly all of his time practising. Ever since then, Feliciano has been closely attached to his flute. His uncle ensured that Feliciano was able to enrol in graded exams and by the age of 14, he had achieved his Grade 8 in the flute. The next step after that, for Feliciano, was to master the piccolo - which, if he was honest, he was still working on. He had joined the school bands and orchestras, but he found that after a few years, he had out-grown them and he began slacking off more and more as his disinterest grew. Feliciano reached out to orchestras and bands in the wider community, quickly ending up as a key member in multiple chamber music groups.

Unfortunately, his obsessive nature over his instrument led to his grades in other subjects suffering and he nearly failed high school because of this. This was when Feliciano met him. Feliciano could never remember his name, no matter how hard he tried and so that boy was always thought of as him. Because Feliciano was doing so poorly in class, his teachers assigned that boy to tutor him as they shared nearly all of their classes. It wasn’t as if he was anything outstanding, if anything Feliciano found him to be absolutely terrifying. And yet, yet there was something about that boy that Feliciano couldn’t help but fall for. They wound up becoming rather good friends and spent a lot of time outside of tutoring together. Sometimes, if Feliciano thinks extra hard, he can remember teaching that boy how to paint, picking flowers together in the school gardens, and when that boy tried to hold a picnic for the two of them and Feliciano’s gourmet palate rejected it. But the one thing that Feliciano could never forget (even though he really wanted to sometimes), was their separation. He was only supposed to be going home for the holidays, and he pinky-promised that he would send Feliciano letters and yet, they never saw each other again. Feliciano would be lying if he said that he had moved on since that boy, even though it had been so many years since they had last seen each other. Nevertheless, he tries to persevere in his romantic pursuits, he can see that realistically there is no need to be hung up over a summer romance from his childhood.

Sample RP:

[ high-key ripping from my other Feliciano blog lmao ]

It’d only been a few days since he’d so much as touched down in San Francisco and his mind was still buzzing from all the excitingly new sights and sounds. Like a true tourist, Feliciano had dragged Lovino across the entire damned city with his trusty camera being stuffed full of photographs he’d probably never look at again. Worth it.

His mood had yet to simmer below a constant screech of excitement, and it showed. Mind in the clouds with his eyes on the sky ceiling, Feliciano had reached maximum ditziness. He was paying so little attention to his surroundings that it took a few moments before he figured out that yes, his ass was on the floor and hurting real bad.

But! Pain didn’t matter right now! If he’d fallen ass first, he must’ve bumped into another agent! An agent he hadn’t met yet because he had yet to meet anybody at this facility!

Frustrated comment brushed aside, Feliciano jumped straight into introductions with the grace of a six-legged mutant monkey-swan suffering from tuberculosis.

“Ciao, ciao! I’m sorry for bumping into you, bello! Who are you? I haven’t met you yet, ahhh, I’m new here! Oh, oh! My name is Feliciano!”

#acpt #aph north italy #c; edrik

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