Post by Feliciano Vargas on Nov 28, 2009 19:24:55 GMT -5
Name: Feliciano Vargas
Country of Origin: Italy
Age: 25
Affiliation: Italian Mafia
Expertise: Second-in-command of the Italian Mafia in New York City. As a front, he runs a very popular sex gallery and often puts his own paintings on display there.
Personality: Feliciano is a vibrant sort of person. He prefers to spend his time laughing and enjoying life (with food, women (and men), music, and the arts, of course) rather than taking things more seriously. However, he is also a leader of the Italian Mafia, so there are times when he has to be more serious. He dislikes this side of his personality, but it is completely necessary.
Despite his standing and his optimistic nature, Feliciano is actually something of a crybaby and a coward. He is terrified of various things for absolutely no reason - mostly because they have seemed threatening to him at one point or another. And whenever he is forced to perform one of the hits (which he has been on multiple occasions, because he is actually very good at his job), he winds up crying through the entire thing and apologizing profusely. He is rather religious, and so says a prayer after every death he witnesses or hears about.
Appearance: Feliciano is fairly average in height, but also very thin. His skin is nicely tanned, despite the fact that he doesn’t spend a lot of time in the sunlight (unless he’s painting), and his hair is a deep auburn and is cut short, save for a single curl that loops away from his face.
Typically, Feliciano wears brightly colored clothing, all of formal attire though. Bright ties, coats, and dress shirts are his favorites, and he’s even managed to obtain brightly colored hats and shoes as well. However, for his darker business, he also has a proper suit with a proper hat as well. And he usually carries a pair of pistols on him at all times - one in a chest holster, and one in a holster on his calf.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths
-- Feliciano is a highly contagious sort of optimist. His smiles and bubbly personality make him easy to get along with and he has a simple time making new friends.
--Being an avid fan of sex, Feliciano has actually developed a talent for painting himself. He has made a lot of legitimate money for the mafia through selling his paintings.
--Feliciano is actually an excellent cook - though his primary food of choice is pasta
Weaknesses
--Being a very caring individual, Feliciano has a hard time carrying out his duties as a leader in the Italian Mafia, making him a prime target for other families who see him as “weak”
--That being said, Feliciano is, actually, physically weak as well. The only reason he is still alive is because of his brother and the fact that he is a very good shot.
--His leaning towards cowardice also makes Feliciano a prime target for other families, as well as being a hindrance in everyday life, as some of his fears are of quite normal things.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes
--Pasta
--sex
--Family
--The color blue
--ALL bright colors
--Sundays
Dislikes
--Potatoes
--Wurst
--Meanies!
--Black
--Death
--Killing people…
Quirks
--Has a tendency to twirl his curl of hair when he’s bored
--Gnaws on the second knuckle of his right index finger when thinking hard or studying something
--Has an unnatural habit of hugging everyone he meets. Instantly. Upon seeing them.
Phobias
--MANY plain fears, but here are a few of the bad ones:
--Lightning
--The dark
--Death
--Large bodies of water
--Volcanoes
--Possums
--Snow (not the stuff itself, just being touched by it)
History:
Feliciano was born into a very poor family in Italy. He doesn’t even know the name of the town he was born in, because his parents never talked about the old country. When he was three years old, his father - who had moved to America in order to raise money to bring his family over - finally was able to move them all to New York City, the capital of immigrants.
However, immigrant life wasn’t much better than the poor life back in Italy. There were multiple families living in single apartments, and there was a lot of sickness that went around. When he and his brother were both still young teens, they were caught up in the gang life, much like most of the other youngsters in the slums. It was a necessary part of life - if you wanted to live, you needed money. And Feli’s mother had fallen ill, so he really needed money.
Through their skills and their ability to work perfectly as a team, Feliciano and his brother Lovino rose to high positions in the Italian mafia very quickly. And by the time Feliciano was 20, he was the second-in-command, directly under his brother.
It was at this point that Feliciano opened his sex gallery and took up painting more seriously. As a head in the mafia, he didn’t have as many jobs to do, because he could pawn them off on underlings. And besides, he had hated doing all of those terrible things to begin with. The only reason he was still in the business was because of his family - his mother had needed help, and then the rest of the family, and now he was completely bound to Lovino and he wasn’t going to leave his brother alone in this world, especially since this world itself was now his family as well. But in painting, he found his true passion and most of works are a venting of his terror and frustration at having had to live the life he did.
Sample/Character Introduction:
It had been a long time since Feliciano had been forced to take a job for his family. But this was something that only he could do. Unfortunately, that was because he was actually quite close to the target in the metaphysical sense. In fact, the target was one of his highest buyers, as well as a person he had become close friends with. However, this man was threatening his family, and as one of the parental figures of said family, Feliciano had to protect them. Even if protecting them tore out a piece of his own soul in the process.
Shadows littered the ground as Feliciano walked down the street, the clicking of his heels on the ground the only sound beside the wind. The wind was torrential, tugging at his coat and nearly pulling his hat from his head. Holding one hand to his head, Feliciano ducked his chin to keep the wind out of his face. He was close now. So close to the place where he would have to murder someone he cared about in order to protect many more that he was responsible for.
The diner they had agreed to meet at came into view as Feliciano rounded onto a more crowded street. He was glad for the fact that so many wore trench coats nowadays - it made him less conspicuous. Seeing his friend, he smiled and waved energetically. “Peeeh! Alex! Thanks for comin’ on such short notice!!”
“Of course, Feli,” the man answered in a much more proper accent than Feliciano’s own. “Anything for you, naturally. Now what was it that you needed to discuss?”
Feeling his heart start to pound uncomfortably, Feliciano waved Alex over and gestured for him to follow. “It’s better discussed in more private quarters, Alex. Sorry fer draggin’ y’here just ta drag ya back.” He grinned, a contagious grin that his target couldn’t help but return, with a response of “Think nothing of it.”
It was halfway back to his house, down a side alley, that Feliciano finally pulled the gun from his pocket. He had already attached a silencer to the barrel and pointed it at Alex’s forehead. The man stared at him in horror, and tears sprang to Feliciano’s eyes. He never shot his victims in the back. Never. Because if he didn’t see their face at that moment of death, he couldn’t imprint it in his mind. And he needed that guilt to pay for his sins against each of the individuals whose life he took.
“’m sorry, Alex,” he whispered. The man’s eyes widened as Feliciano’s finger tightened on the trigger. A moment later, after the soft zip of the bullet entering his head had faded away, Alex collapsed to the ground in a heap, dead from the moment the bullet had smashed through his skull.
Tears were streaming in waves down Feliciano’s face as he kneeled beside the body of his friend. Silently, he closed the man’s staring, horror-filled eyes then bent his head in prayer.
“Lord, watch over the soul that Ah’ve sent ya. Keep him in yer bosom and let ‘im find the kingdom o’ heaven. Forgive ‘is sins, for he knew not what ‘e did. In Jesus’ most holy name. Amen.”
His ritual completed, Feliciano straightened and wiped at his eyes with his sleeve before setting off towards home. He wouldn’t sleep tonight, he knew. Tonight he would have a wake for his friend. He would drink, and remember the good times he had shared with the man, and he would rightfully torture himself with the images of Alex’s last moments of life…
Country of Origin: Italy
Age: 25
Affiliation: Italian Mafia
Expertise: Second-in-command of the Italian Mafia in New York City. As a front, he runs a very popular sex gallery and often puts his own paintings on display there.
Personality: Feliciano is a vibrant sort of person. He prefers to spend his time laughing and enjoying life (with food, women (and men), music, and the arts, of course) rather than taking things more seriously. However, he is also a leader of the Italian Mafia, so there are times when he has to be more serious. He dislikes this side of his personality, but it is completely necessary.
Despite his standing and his optimistic nature, Feliciano is actually something of a crybaby and a coward. He is terrified of various things for absolutely no reason - mostly because they have seemed threatening to him at one point or another. And whenever he is forced to perform one of the hits (which he has been on multiple occasions, because he is actually very good at his job), he winds up crying through the entire thing and apologizing profusely. He is rather religious, and so says a prayer after every death he witnesses or hears about.
Appearance: Feliciano is fairly average in height, but also very thin. His skin is nicely tanned, despite the fact that he doesn’t spend a lot of time in the sunlight (unless he’s painting), and his hair is a deep auburn and is cut short, save for a single curl that loops away from his face.
Typically, Feliciano wears brightly colored clothing, all of formal attire though. Bright ties, coats, and dress shirts are his favorites, and he’s even managed to obtain brightly colored hats and shoes as well. However, for his darker business, he also has a proper suit with a proper hat as well. And he usually carries a pair of pistols on him at all times - one in a chest holster, and one in a holster on his calf.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths
-- Feliciano is a highly contagious sort of optimist. His smiles and bubbly personality make him easy to get along with and he has a simple time making new friends.
--Being an avid fan of sex, Feliciano has actually developed a talent for painting himself. He has made a lot of legitimate money for the mafia through selling his paintings.
--Feliciano is actually an excellent cook - though his primary food of choice is pasta
Weaknesses
--Being a very caring individual, Feliciano has a hard time carrying out his duties as a leader in the Italian Mafia, making him a prime target for other families who see him as “weak”
--That being said, Feliciano is, actually, physically weak as well. The only reason he is still alive is because of his brother and the fact that he is a very good shot.
--His leaning towards cowardice also makes Feliciano a prime target for other families, as well as being a hindrance in everyday life, as some of his fears are of quite normal things.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes
--Pasta
--sex
--Family
--The color blue
--ALL bright colors
--Sundays
Dislikes
--Potatoes
--Wurst
--Meanies!
--Black
--Death
--Killing people…
Quirks
--Has a tendency to twirl his curl of hair when he’s bored
--Gnaws on the second knuckle of his right index finger when thinking hard or studying something
--Has an unnatural habit of hugging everyone he meets. Instantly. Upon seeing them.
Phobias
--MANY plain fears, but here are a few of the bad ones:
--Lightning
--The dark
--Death
--Large bodies of water
--Volcanoes
--Possums
--Snow (not the stuff itself, just being touched by it)
History:
Feliciano was born into a very poor family in Italy. He doesn’t even know the name of the town he was born in, because his parents never talked about the old country. When he was three years old, his father - who had moved to America in order to raise money to bring his family over - finally was able to move them all to New York City, the capital of immigrants.
However, immigrant life wasn’t much better than the poor life back in Italy. There were multiple families living in single apartments, and there was a lot of sickness that went around. When he and his brother were both still young teens, they were caught up in the gang life, much like most of the other youngsters in the slums. It was a necessary part of life - if you wanted to live, you needed money. And Feli’s mother had fallen ill, so he really needed money.
Through their skills and their ability to work perfectly as a team, Feliciano and his brother Lovino rose to high positions in the Italian mafia very quickly. And by the time Feliciano was 20, he was the second-in-command, directly under his brother.
It was at this point that Feliciano opened his sex gallery and took up painting more seriously. As a head in the mafia, he didn’t have as many jobs to do, because he could pawn them off on underlings. And besides, he had hated doing all of those terrible things to begin with. The only reason he was still in the business was because of his family - his mother had needed help, and then the rest of the family, and now he was completely bound to Lovino and he wasn’t going to leave his brother alone in this world, especially since this world itself was now his family as well. But in painting, he found his true passion and most of works are a venting of his terror and frustration at having had to live the life he did.
Sample/Character Introduction:
It had been a long time since Feliciano had been forced to take a job for his family. But this was something that only he could do. Unfortunately, that was because he was actually quite close to the target in the metaphysical sense. In fact, the target was one of his highest buyers, as well as a person he had become close friends with. However, this man was threatening his family, and as one of the parental figures of said family, Feliciano had to protect them. Even if protecting them tore out a piece of his own soul in the process.
Shadows littered the ground as Feliciano walked down the street, the clicking of his heels on the ground the only sound beside the wind. The wind was torrential, tugging at his coat and nearly pulling his hat from his head. Holding one hand to his head, Feliciano ducked his chin to keep the wind out of his face. He was close now. So close to the place where he would have to murder someone he cared about in order to protect many more that he was responsible for.
The diner they had agreed to meet at came into view as Feliciano rounded onto a more crowded street. He was glad for the fact that so many wore trench coats nowadays - it made him less conspicuous. Seeing his friend, he smiled and waved energetically. “Peeeh! Alex! Thanks for comin’ on such short notice!!”
“Of course, Feli,” the man answered in a much more proper accent than Feliciano’s own. “Anything for you, naturally. Now what was it that you needed to discuss?”
Feeling his heart start to pound uncomfortably, Feliciano waved Alex over and gestured for him to follow. “It’s better discussed in more private quarters, Alex. Sorry fer draggin’ y’here just ta drag ya back.” He grinned, a contagious grin that his target couldn’t help but return, with a response of “Think nothing of it.”
It was halfway back to his house, down a side alley, that Feliciano finally pulled the gun from his pocket. He had already attached a silencer to the barrel and pointed it at Alex’s forehead. The man stared at him in horror, and tears sprang to Feliciano’s eyes. He never shot his victims in the back. Never. Because if he didn’t see their face at that moment of death, he couldn’t imprint it in his mind. And he needed that guilt to pay for his sins against each of the individuals whose life he took.
“’m sorry, Alex,” he whispered. The man’s eyes widened as Feliciano’s finger tightened on the trigger. A moment later, after the soft zip of the bullet entering his head had faded away, Alex collapsed to the ground in a heap, dead from the moment the bullet had smashed through his skull.
Tears were streaming in waves down Feliciano’s face as he kneeled beside the body of his friend. Silently, he closed the man’s staring, horror-filled eyes then bent his head in prayer.
“Lord, watch over the soul that Ah’ve sent ya. Keep him in yer bosom and let ‘im find the kingdom o’ heaven. Forgive ‘is sins, for he knew not what ‘e did. In Jesus’ most holy name. Amen.”
His ritual completed, Feliciano straightened and wiped at his eyes with his sleeve before setting off towards home. He wouldn’t sleep tonight, he knew. Tonight he would have a wake for his friend. He would drink, and remember the good times he had shared with the man, and he would rightfully torture himself with the images of Alex’s last moments of life…
