Post by cantatedomino on May 11, 2011 0:08:13 GMT -5
Name: Feliciano V. Vargas
Age: 20
Occupation: Catholic Missionary
Background: Born into a rich family filled with a long bloodline of good, strong Catholics, Feliciano was raised in a generally stable setting with his brother. Although early childhood seemed to be the easy and comfortable lifestyle of which every child envies and wants; the wealth of the Vargas family goes unknown to its children. Even so, the family moved around a lot, the house bought next becoming bigger and better than the last. Both the children rarely could grow attached to objects or people, however, due to the continuous upset of their unstable homesteads.
It was in Naples, however, where the Vargas’ current house was taken and their father arrested for credit card scams presented online. With a forty-year sentence, the two brothers were sent to live with their grandfather until they were old enough to live on their own.
Feliciano, aiming to cleanse the sins of his family in the light of God, attended mass weekly. Wanting to contribute more to his love of God, the younger chose to guide others into the light of heaven, wanting to prevent them from declining into their own demises in Hell. Thus, when Feliciano reached the age of eighteen, he made it a goal to target the scum of society to bring to enlightenment. These options caused for him to be as aware and cautious of opposing forces as the gangs and illegal institutions set up in the regions of which he dwelled. Very able and willing to use weapons as a last resort, the Italian continues to refuse to take no for an answer in his missionary work.
They either agree willingly or will go by force and there are no other options.
Personality: Feliciano clings to traditions heavier than anything else. He lives in a subjected point of view where he firmly thinks that his own beliefs are the only ones that are right. He maintains an outward case of false innocence and naivety, to trick others, but, mostly, to trick himself. He is very unforgiving, and, while an apology may be accepted, the auburn will be noted to hold long-time grudges and unresolved conflict with said person. Without any close relations, he is often easy to get along with, especially in public; however, his sociable air fades when he is upset or if a conflict is on the rise. Religious to a point of extremes, he mostly shows his bitter nature to those that resist God; for he gets along in an almost child-like manner with heavy churchgoers of the Catholic faith. Still, whilst he still gets his dirty work done as a missionary, he heavily relies on those close to him, and goes into hysteria when one of those ‘friends’ betrays him.
RP sample: (PBN2… I’ve RPed with you since JULY… why do I have to do this, you jerk? And my prompt is dumb. :U)
Prompt:
Protagonist: a bookstore owner
Antagonist: evil parakeets
Setting: a garden
Goal: To play the piano
Important event: A strange old man interrupts
Important object: Rose bush
The sun reflected beautifully off of the wet leaves of the roses, water continuing to run across their emeralds and scarlets as a rainbow formed elegantly in the heat of the yellow orb in the sky.
Feliciano set down the old, plastic green watering can to admire his accomplishment. His garden was all he had, and that rose bush was like a child to him. His grandfather had died due to sickness and his own brother had fled the house from him due to a reason the younger had failed to understand.
Ah! But there are no sad things now! God graced the world with such a great day! And, considering his job at the local bookstore, any day outside was magical when one was typically surrounded by those stuffy bookshelves.
And still! He had finally earned enough money to buy the item of his dream! A large, ebony piano would be arriving today if the delivery was on time, and, even though Feliciano had no musical experience, he frankly could not wait to allow his fingers to grace the magical keys of the instrument. The mere thought of it made his heart flutter with excitement.
And but of course, who could have a good day without some bad? The auburn pricked his finger on the thorny stems of the roses, crimson beads forming in contrast to the green, collecting in one lone spot. Feliciano swiped his finger away quickly and sucked on his wound, hoping that the blood flow would stop on its own.
Alas however! For unto this, as soon as he was ready to hurry along inside, a prolonged ring of chirping was heard from the distance.
Feliciano merely shrugged. The man next door was a bird fanatic, and one got used to the sounds.
But today was different.
In a matter of moments, a swarm on unidentified chirping creatures swooped down and attacked the poor auburn’s head, sending him spinning into the mud where the new stems had just started to peep up their tiny heads.
And still, in the midst of the attack, his own next-door neighbour had walked up and apologised whilst the birds were still attacking his face. And, as if on command, with a mere whistle from their owner, the birds stopped their onslaught and landed upon the man’s arms.
The man walked away without a word, leaving Feliciano dumbfounded and muddied in the garden.
((Didn’t read over and wrote at twelve AM so STFU. : o3ob It was a lame prompt anyways so no overachieving here for me.))
Age: 20
Occupation: Catholic Missionary
Background: Born into a rich family filled with a long bloodline of good, strong Catholics, Feliciano was raised in a generally stable setting with his brother. Although early childhood seemed to be the easy and comfortable lifestyle of which every child envies and wants; the wealth of the Vargas family goes unknown to its children. Even so, the family moved around a lot, the house bought next becoming bigger and better than the last. Both the children rarely could grow attached to objects or people, however, due to the continuous upset of their unstable homesteads.
It was in Naples, however, where the Vargas’ current house was taken and their father arrested for credit card scams presented online. With a forty-year sentence, the two brothers were sent to live with their grandfather until they were old enough to live on their own.
Feliciano, aiming to cleanse the sins of his family in the light of God, attended mass weekly. Wanting to contribute more to his love of God, the younger chose to guide others into the light of heaven, wanting to prevent them from declining into their own demises in Hell. Thus, when Feliciano reached the age of eighteen, he made it a goal to target the scum of society to bring to enlightenment. These options caused for him to be as aware and cautious of opposing forces as the gangs and illegal institutions set up in the regions of which he dwelled. Very able and willing to use weapons as a last resort, the Italian continues to refuse to take no for an answer in his missionary work.
They either agree willingly or will go by force and there are no other options.
Personality: Feliciano clings to traditions heavier than anything else. He lives in a subjected point of view where he firmly thinks that his own beliefs are the only ones that are right. He maintains an outward case of false innocence and naivety, to trick others, but, mostly, to trick himself. He is very unforgiving, and, while an apology may be accepted, the auburn will be noted to hold long-time grudges and unresolved conflict with said person. Without any close relations, he is often easy to get along with, especially in public; however, his sociable air fades when he is upset or if a conflict is on the rise. Religious to a point of extremes, he mostly shows his bitter nature to those that resist God; for he gets along in an almost child-like manner with heavy churchgoers of the Catholic faith. Still, whilst he still gets his dirty work done as a missionary, he heavily relies on those close to him, and goes into hysteria when one of those ‘friends’ betrays him.
RP sample: (PBN2… I’ve RPed with you since JULY… why do I have to do this, you jerk? And my prompt is dumb. :U)
Prompt:
Protagonist: a bookstore owner
Antagonist: evil parakeets
Setting: a garden
Goal: To play the piano
Important event: A strange old man interrupts
Important object: Rose bush
The sun reflected beautifully off of the wet leaves of the roses, water continuing to run across their emeralds and scarlets as a rainbow formed elegantly in the heat of the yellow orb in the sky.
Feliciano set down the old, plastic green watering can to admire his accomplishment. His garden was all he had, and that rose bush was like a child to him. His grandfather had died due to sickness and his own brother had fled the house from him due to a reason the younger had failed to understand.
Ah! But there are no sad things now! God graced the world with such a great day! And, considering his job at the local bookstore, any day outside was magical when one was typically surrounded by those stuffy bookshelves.
And still! He had finally earned enough money to buy the item of his dream! A large, ebony piano would be arriving today if the delivery was on time, and, even though Feliciano had no musical experience, he frankly could not wait to allow his fingers to grace the magical keys of the instrument. The mere thought of it made his heart flutter with excitement.
And but of course, who could have a good day without some bad? The auburn pricked his finger on the thorny stems of the roses, crimson beads forming in contrast to the green, collecting in one lone spot. Feliciano swiped his finger away quickly and sucked on his wound, hoping that the blood flow would stop on its own.
Alas however! For unto this, as soon as he was ready to hurry along inside, a prolonged ring of chirping was heard from the distance.
Feliciano merely shrugged. The man next door was a bird fanatic, and one got used to the sounds.
But today was different.
In a matter of moments, a swarm on unidentified chirping creatures swooped down and attacked the poor auburn’s head, sending him spinning into the mud where the new stems had just started to peep up their tiny heads.
And still, in the midst of the attack, his own next-door neighbour had walked up and apologised whilst the birds were still attacking his face. And, as if on command, with a mere whistle from their owner, the birds stopped their onslaught and landed upon the man’s arms.
The man walked away without a word, leaving Feliciano dumbfounded and muddied in the garden.
((Didn’t read over and wrote at twelve AM so STFU. : o3ob It was a lame prompt anyways so no overachieving here for me.))