Post by Lovino Vargas on Oct 21, 2010 22:51:41 GMT -5
Name: Lovino Vargas
Aliases: ‘Lovi’ (much to his chagrin)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birth date: March 17, 1907
Sexual Preference: Bisexual (but he’ll deny any attraction to males)
Religion: Roman Catholic
Birthplace: Rome, Italy
Current Residence: Just arrived in Berlin; staying at the boarding house
Job: Mafioso; officially his status is 'unemployed'
Hair Colour: Mahogany Brown
Eye Colour: Amber
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 150 lbs
Recognizable Features: A usual scowl planted on his face, a long flyaway curl of hair bending upward, light burn marks on his palms from accidentally fumbling the burning picture during his mafia initiation ceremony.
Personality: Lovino’s outlook on life is bleak and pessimistic. In his childhood, he was constantly being compared to his younger brother and made to feel inadequate. Because of this, Lovino formed an inferiority complex that exists to this day. It’s made him lazy and he won't even attempt to do things because he knows he’ll fail. He’s had it in his mind for a long time that he has no real skills, and people will always forget about him for the more talented Feliciano. When people show him attention, he’s convinced that they only want to use him for their own benefit. After all, he has nothing else to offer -- he’s not likable like Feliciano. Lovino often feels jealous and inferior to his brother, and as a result, bullies and yells at him. However, Feliciano is one of the few people Lovino actually cares about, even if his affection manifests itself in the form of anger and an occasional refusal to acknowledge his existence.
First impressions of Lovino depend almost solely on gender: with women, he’s kind, charming, and flirtatious. There’s a reason why women say Italians make the best lovers, and Lovino aims to show it. He’ll flash beautiful women a captivating smile and lavish them with compliments, acting silken and suave. Oh yes, he can charm the panties off of ladies. However, this charm does not extend to his treatment of men. With other males, he’s rude, brash, and very unsociable. He tends to profusely hurl insults and curses at them; particular favorites are ‘bastard’ and ‘dammit’. Lovino has no qualms with making it obvious that he detests the company of men -- that is, unless those men happen to be scary and intimidating. In that case, he’ll fold like an origami crane. Despite all his threats and insults, Lovino is a coward. When scared, he’s prone to crying and running away. He’s also horrible at physical combat, unless there’s someone he truly, fiercely wants to protect.
However, the number of people he cares to protect can be counted on one hand, and one would still have fingers left over. The Italian has definite trust issues. He’s afraid of getting close to anyone who will just use him, so he acts standoffish and hides his true feelings. Lovino’s done this for so long that he’s become bad with his words and feelings. This manifests itself as violent denial of his own mistakes, insulting and blaming other people, and embarrassment when he actually tries to be honest.
Likes:
→ Beautiful women
→ Flirting with said women
→ Italian food
→ Tomatoes
→ Slacking off
→ Sleeping
→ Soccer
→ Using profanity
Dislikes:
→ German bastards
→ French bastards
→ Men in general
→ Perverted idiots
→ Scary things
→ Working
→ Potatoes and Cheese
→ Being treated like a child
→ Being compared
→ Having his hair curl pulled
Fears:
→ Pain
→ Rejection
→ Inferiority
→ Going to hell
→ God
Strengths:
→ Good pickpocket
→ Proficient with a gun
→ Runs quickly
→ Culinary skills
→ Making snappish comments
Weaknesses:
→ An idiot at times
→ Prone to violence and anger
→ Cowardly when his bluffs fail
→ Physically weak
→ Clumsy
→ Often lazy
→ Can’t reveal his honest feelings
Stance on Government Issues: "Those fascist bastards can go straight to hell!"
History: After the disaster of World War I, Italy’s economy was destroyed. Inflation, debts, food shortages, and unemployment were common. Unfortunately, Lovino and his brother Feliciano grew up in Venice during this post-war depression. Although their parents worked hard to provide for them, they found it increasingly difficult to support the family. At the age of thirteen, Lovino began to work to help his family during this economic crisis. Although he was usually lazy, he was determined to be useful now. He had practically no skills compared to Feliciano (and he was compared often), so Lovino was convinced that the only thing he could be good for was working to provide for their family. Except as it turned out, he failed at working. Lovino had always been a clumsy child, and the few employers that hired him found that out the hard way. Needless to say, he was always promptly fired. With their family’s debts piling up, the frustrated boy eventually took action and got money through the only method he could think of -- he stole it. Despite being bad with his hands, Lovino found that the exception to this was pick pocketing, and he did make for an excellent pickpocket.
His pickpocketing went on for several years, but eventually, Lovino picked the wrong pocket to take from. Unknowingly, he stole from a low ranked Mafioso and was caught by the Mafioso’s famiglia. Before he could turn cowardly and beg for mercy however, a higher ranked family member expressed his interest in Lovino’s thieving skills. So at the age of sixteen, he began doing small jobs for the mafia; his petty theft quickly jumped to grand larceny. Although Lovino had some moral oppositions at first, fear of disobeying the mafia was a good incentive. Lovino moved out of the house so his blood family wouldn’t find out about the new ‘family’ he worked for, though he still sent money back home. His excuse for it was that he had been hired somewhere in Southern Italy.
When he turned eighteen, Lovino was finally initiated as a made man, an official Mafioso. But in that same year, 1925, Benito Mussolini began a campaign to arrest all mafia members. Many Mafioso fled the country because of this, including Lovino. Because the Fascists would use a Mafioso’s blood family as hostages to flush them out, Lovino broke all forms of contact with his parents and Feliciano. For the next five years, Lovino moved around Europe, never staying in one place for long. He always lived in big cities so he could easily pickpocket from people instead of trying to hold a job. In 1929, the campaign against the mafia ended with the proclamation that the mafia was defeated. But even without being a coward, Lovino knew that it wouldn’t be safe to return to Italy until Mussolini’s reign was over. Until then, he easily convinced himself that his family was better off with him out of their lives.
(History subject to change depending on fratello’s.)
Roleplay Sample:
(Lazy, so you get an old RP sample.)
It was much too quiet. Though that might have been expected, considering this was a psychiatric hospital. The staff didn't just let patients run loose. There were regulations, order. That was something Lovino had never been very comfortable with himself, being the lazy and messy person he was, but if it meant a lack of annoying persons, then he had no complaints. He was only just starting his residency and despite adamant denials, he was a bit... nervous. There, he admitted it! Not aloud though; he didn't need anyone seeing him so weak. So it really was fortunate that the office areas were empty at the moment. Lovino didn't want to see anyone right now, not even his idiot little brother.
Wordlessly, the man reached into the cardboard box near his feet and began pulling out items. He stopped when he came upon the framed photo, his frown smoothing out into a straight, thin line. It was only a picture of him and his brother, when he was thirteen and the other was four. The siblings sat on pretty stone railing, Lovino with one arm reluctantly around his brother's waist to keep them both steady, and the beautiful architecture and statues of the Palazzo Senatorio in the background. The sky had been unbelievable sunny that day, or maybe it was just Feliciano's smile. Lovino stared at the photo for a moment longer before scowling again and shoving it on a corner of his desk.
Why had he even brought that thing? So fucking stupid.
Rummaging through the box again, the Italian continued setting miscellaneous office items down on his desk. He paused again when he came upon a stack of manila folders he'd absentmindedly shoved in. They were the profiles of his patients. His senior doctor, that Turkish freak that needed a shave, had given them to him that morning, but Lovino had only briefly glanced at the first one (a Spaniard with cyclothymic disorder). With a hint of curiosity, the man began to open the folder -- only to have an obnoxiously loud and cheerful voice interrupt him.
Glancing up impassively (he didn't jolt up, dammit), he glared and immediately replied, “What the hell are you doing here?” Lovino almost cursed at himself for his knee-jerk reaction. He was a doctor now; he wasn't allowed to say those sorts of things to patients. Despite the sharp words itching to slide off his tongue, Lovino bit them down, and briefly observed the intruder as a distraction. The first things he noted were brown hair, brilliant green eyes, and a smile rivaling Feliciano's. The second thing he noticed was that somehow, the man looked almost familiar.
Expression sliding back into a frown, Lovino commanded, “If you don't have a reason for being here, then get out.” Mentally, he added: even if you do have a reason, get out anyway, idiot.
