Post by Osterreich on Jan 22, 2010 23:35:21 GMT -5
Name: Lovino, though often called Romano
Age: two years
Gender: Male
Mob/Position:
Best Friend? : You couldn't really say that Romano is the most sociable of all people, and he'll constantly tell people to leave him alone, and that he doesn't really want anyone to talk to, or be friends with. But in all reality there are a couple that could be considered his 'friends'. His brother Feliciano, is one. Romano is the older of the two, by a few minutes of course, but to him that gives him all athority over his 'younger' brother. Feliciano is constantly trying to get him to play games with him, and be nice, though it's usually only met with insults, and abuse sometimes. Though Romano does care for his brother, and a lot of his yelling at others, like Ludwig, has to do with the fact that he's afriad he will hurt his brother. He'll do anything to protect him, though the two fight often, Romano usually the instigator of the fighting. And the other would be Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. The seemingly always-happy male had raised Romano when he was younger, and has a very clingy attachment to him. Though all his hugs and love devortion is only met with kicks, hits, and screaming, of course. Though Antonio is persistant, not to mention oblivious that Romano always seems to hate being around him, so he never lets it bother him. Though he won't admit it, Romano really likes Antonio's company, and when Antonio is in a time of need, or hurt, Romano will instantly get worried, and occasionaly cry over it, though he still goes down cursing all the way.
Worst Enemy?: Oh, most people have a good reason to hold a grudge against the insulting, spit-fire male, that is obvious, but there are a few that stand out more than others. First off theres Ludwig Wellismidt, his brothers' best-friend. Romano hates him more than you could ever think was naturally possible. He can't stand to be around him, and is always telling him to stay away from his younger brother and stop 'corrupting' him. If he's alone with Ludwig for more than five minutes he'd probably try to strangle him. Though he'd lose, of course. The only thing he things Ludwig is good for is protecting him from Francis. Which leads us to our next subject: Francis Bonnefoy. Whenever Romano catches eye of Francis he will scream about as loud as he can and find someone to hide behind and protect him. He's terrified of Francis, though unfortunatly for him, Francis is always coming after him, just to annoy him. It doesn't help that Francis is Antonio's friend, either. But anyway, Romano just plain doesn't like him, and will only stand to be around him if absolutly nessicary. And if he stays at least six feet away...
Mate?: None
Children?: None
Appearance:
Age: two years
Gender: Male
Mob/Position:
Best Friend? : You couldn't really say that Romano is the most sociable of all people, and he'll constantly tell people to leave him alone, and that he doesn't really want anyone to talk to, or be friends with. But in all reality there are a couple that could be considered his 'friends'. His brother Feliciano, is one. Romano is the older of the two, by a few minutes of course, but to him that gives him all athority over his 'younger' brother. Feliciano is constantly trying to get him to play games with him, and be nice, though it's usually only met with insults, and abuse sometimes. Though Romano does care for his brother, and a lot of his yelling at others, like Ludwig, has to do with the fact that he's afriad he will hurt his brother. He'll do anything to protect him, though the two fight often, Romano usually the instigator of the fighting. And the other would be Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. The seemingly always-happy male had raised Romano when he was younger, and has a very clingy attachment to him. Though all his hugs and love devortion is only met with kicks, hits, and screaming, of course. Though Antonio is persistant, not to mention oblivious that Romano always seems to hate being around him, so he never lets it bother him. Though he won't admit it, Romano really likes Antonio's company, and when Antonio is in a time of need, or hurt, Romano will instantly get worried, and occasionaly cry over it, though he still goes down cursing all the way.
Worst Enemy
Mate?: None
Children?: None
Appearance:
Romano is much like his brother in the fact that his body build is naturally lean, and not much of a threat at first sight. He's oddly curvy for a male, and probably could pass for a female ifi t was dark enough around him. But he's very agile because of this, and can easily climb trees and jump out of the way of danger. His claws are oddly more curved than normal, and filed to nice sharp points, his most valuable ally when he does fight.Personality:
His pelt is a chocolate brown, just a hair of a shade darker than Feliciano, though it isn't really noticable. His fur is an average length, maybe a bit longer than normal. His eyes are a golden amber in color as well, identical to his brother as well, round in apperance, though usually slanted in a glare. He has one strand of oddly thick fur that sticks off at the right side of his head in a slight curl, an obnoxious little feature in his apperance. Though he hates when others fell the need to pull on it, and he gets mad about it when someone does do it.
Romano is painfully aware that he isn't the easiest person to get along with. (unless you were his brother, his brother's friend, brother's current mate, and so on, and so forth). He tends to look down on others, and he isn't very social with others. But the main bad point of his personality is that he is very easily angered and has a short-fuse, often yelling at others and insulting them for no reason what so ever, and cursing a lot, using profainity often. He doesn't think that others are worth his time, really. Though he is actually very find to females, and usually only so rude to males. But he's only kind to females if he thinks he may get a one-night stand with them. He is a guy, after all.History:
Though despite his rough extorior, he really is nothing more than a tusundre. A tusundre is someone who says they will do something bad, but never really does it. In all reality Romano is nothing more than a big coward, much like his brother. He won't run away from a fight unless he is afraid and knows he's going to lose, which is most of the time. But unlike Feliciano who will cry in front of others, Romano always holds back the tears, it may be what he's best at. Though sometimes he'll cry in fear, or even sadness, though when he's sad and crying he's usually cursing in enragged anger as well.
Though he pretends not to care about others, for the ones he does actually care about when they're hurt he will get upset and do anything to help and protect them.
Most hate them for his personality, and he's well aware of this. In all reality he's just being true to himself.
(I'm gonna let Romano tell you this one~)Theme Song: Please Don't Leave Me www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wmgBG0_lZk
"So you want to hear my story? Well, f
*ck you! I am not – what? You are..? … You b*tch! I am going to – sh*t! Ow ow ow! Fine! I'm telling you the freaking story of my life! Sheesh, just quit hitting me on the head... is the recorder on already? What the f*ck! Why didn't you tell me!? .... So? I don't care if you and those weird people want to know more about me! OW! I'm starting now, okay! Stop hitting me with that thing!
So, here is the story of my life... I was born, I grew up, I worked for Antonio and then I got free of 'em and then... what do you mean more descriptive!? You want me to take this seriously? F*ck n- OW! Aaah! Don't hurt me! Stop! Aaah! Antonio, you bastard, save me from this crazy b*tch uwaaah!!"
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Sometimes it feels like he's always been there. Always being that smiling, laughing, and most of all annoying presence that came to be before I was born into this world. I've known him for as long as I can remember, but we haven't always been close... though I am not so sure we're close now either... are we? I don't know. It's not like we have these deep, long, heartfelt conversations with each other... not that I want any of those! I mean, why would I want to tell that stupid bastard about my thoughts and feelings and sh*t like that?! And why the h*ll would I want to hear about him!? Dam* it...
In any case, when we were kids we didn't have all that much contact with each other (even though we lived in the same burrow... not that I wanted to!), maybe a greeting or a look every few days. He was more interested in my brother even then, but who wasn't and isn't? Stupid bastards.
Anyway, first I need to tell you about where I first lived and who I lived with. I lived in a very small mob. Not even a mob, we were just four dam* rovers. Eventually three, when our single-mother left, and the one who ended up taking care of us was her father, our grandfather. Us, as in me and my twin brother, Feliciano.
The first time I realized the world was unfair was the day my grandfather told me I was to be raised to protect Feliciano. I, who was firstborn, was to grandfather the stronger one. I would be the one to bear the suffering as he took Feliciano away from the dangers the others around us posed. I didn't blame my fratello for not knowing who I was. I was not allowed to develop our brotherhood; it would make me vulnerable if anyone used Feliciano as a bait. My fratello was un innocent angel...He was pure and talented and better in many ways than I was. I knew that. I knew many that had a painful childhood, forced into premature adult thinking. But I may have been the one who had the most shortlived childhood, even if my physical appearance didn't grow until a few hundred years later.
I was a not-child. My thoughts became too twisted and cynical as a child, but my body remained small and useless. The change was gradual, but it became more apparent when Feliciano was taken away and I was left to fend for myself. They either treat me as a complete baby that was a bully's target practice or an asset they could make use of. They tried to take advantage of me, but I fought back secretly. I would not give my conquerors an easy reign over me. I had to learn not to care. There was no one I could trust. Solace within the sanctuaries of nature was the only peace I was allowed to have. I was alone, without anyone who would help. But I would be damned if I gave in without a fight.
When Feliciano finally returned, I was unhappy. My fratello should not have come back. It would only be hard on him, especially with a brother who could not even protect himself. How would I be able protect Feliciano? There was a way...I taught him to run. Escape is an art that would prove useful should Feliciano ever want to run from clutches of these bastards; the whole lot of them. Before I could become strong and protect mio fratello, he should at least know how to escape from danger.
Though I bet your wondering where my Grandfather is, yes? Well, first when Feliciano returned I beat my brother to a pulp becuase the first thing he said was 'who are you' when I saw him. He forgot his own brother!! It's not right!!.... freaking... uggh. Anyway, back to the subject of the absense of my grandfather. At first I couldn't believe that my old man had really died, but my stupid brat brother told me so and he was bawling his eyes out as he did. It took us a few days to really let it sink in, and once it did I realized that we were alone. He had left us weak and almost defenseless to face the harsh reality and the cruelty of the world on our own. Thank you so much, grandpa, I am so grateful... I sincerely hope you picked up on the sarcasm there. I f*cking hate that old idiot!
No, really, I do! What reason do I have to love that old timer, huh? He... he didn't even love me! His own grandson! Not once did he hug me, or kiss me or pat me on the head like he did my stupid brother. Not even once. He barely even talked or even looked at me... and you know why? Because he had Feliciano, his cute and precious little jewel... and I? What am I but a gray rock in comparison?
I admit that Feliciano, for I refuse to call him Feli, is a bit better than me. I do, I will not deny that he is better at many things, talanted things... and he is cuter, and nicer and... but I got a lot of good points too, dam* it! People just don't take the time to get to know me well enough to see them!
Anyway, not long after that other creatures and other meerkats became aware of that we were easy prey; and just like vultures they began to circle us, like a pack of wolves stalking deer, and we were powerless to stop them. They bullied us around constantly, fighting each other over us, some for our death, some for the thought of new young pups in their mob. And after a long time, this old stoic idiot went out as the victor... making sure to step on my head in the process (that a**hole!), and so Feliciano and I were taken under his wing. Who was he? Ehh, what was his name... some stoic, brown-pelted, violet eyed bastard who I am quite surprised actually managed to win in a fight. He looked like too much of a prick for that... oh yeah, his name was Roderich. See? Even his name is freaking stiff!
Anyway, we were taken away with him to stay with him and the group he currently stayed at, since he wasn't much older than ourselves at the time, and to serve him and help him out and all those 'fun' things that I would normally avoid. Like cleaning the burrow. If there is something I hate more than that stupid bastard it is cleaning... oh, I kinda hate that potato bastard Ludwig even more... but the kraut and cleaning are about the same level... yeah.
Naturally I did everything to annoy my 'boss' be it by being myself and by that a little lazy and ruining things... both deliberately and by mistake, it could be either... oh, and lets forget my attitude as they like to call it. Now, I know I'm not the most pleasant guy to be around normally, but when I want to make someone truly miserable? Heh heh, let's just say I have my ways... what? Do to!
So, unsurprisingly, the prick finally decided to 'leave me in more capable hands' (more like: had enough of me and wanted to get rid of me as fast as possible), or as he said (and I quote): "Seeing as I cannot properly take care of you I shall leave you with someone who can, he might even gain your respect.". Hah! Yeah, right... Antonio definitely had this aura that make you respect him... pfft!
... Well, maybe his conquistador self, the conqueror, the adventurer and the fighter side of him... maybe, yes maybe just a little... but not much! Not that the stupid guy normally let that side show, and the few times it does surface it's, well... with a very good reason. Like that time when I - in any case! Antonio was and still is not the kinda guy that you will respect... or something, well... ah whatever.
So I went away with him, my brother staying with the Prick, and I going off with Antonio. Antonio lived by himself, he managed to scrape by somehow in the mountians, and he wanted me to come stay with him. So when Roderich wanted to get rid of me, Antonio was all for taking me off his hands! Idiot... I found immediately that I loathed him and wanted nothing more than to make him even more miserable than Roderich, and so I decided to make his life horrible as well.
I acted twice as rude to him as I was to Rocerich, I was twice as lazy and I broke twice as many thing... all in the beautiful goal of making him miserable, maybe miserable enough to let me free! ... But as we all know, that didn't happen. Sure, he wanted to trade me with my stupid brother and that was it. He went back to Roderich and posed a 'trade'. He take Feliciano and Roderich could have me back. Great, even he wanted my stupid brother over me... Not really what I had been aiming for, so I was rather annoyed to be honest.
I kept trying and trying... and then trying a little less, and a little less until I didn't even try to make him miserable at all. Because... I kind of... started to like the guy. I started to like him as my boss, as a person and as... as a friend. Or maybe even an older brother if I am to be sentimental. I still made him pull his hair in frustration, mind you, but I certainly wasn't as horrible as I had been earlier.
I wonder what it was that started my little transformation from the little beast to the bearable brat... could it have been when he cured my chorea, a desease I got when I was a bit older? (I made sure to hurt him a bit for the stupid song he sang while helping me) Was it when he started to teach me how to take care of myself, and how to find good places to get food around the place? Something else? Heck if I should know. By the way, I'm denying all that I'm saying right now. I still hate the idiot, got it!?
As I grew up under his watchful eye and gentle care, for I have to admit that he was quite... loving. He treated me more like I was his little brother or dare I say it? ... son. He even told me once that I was very precious to him, that he saw me as... and that was about he time I knocked him in the head with a rock... he was being embarrassing, okay!? He kept looking at me with those big... dam* green eyes... I am not stuttering, dam* it! Stop laughing at me!
God, f*ck, I hate you all!! God...
Well anyway, time goes by and I grow a bit bigger... I was finnaly able to go out on my own, without Antonio, though he trailed behind me like a dog anyway because he was worried about me becuase of Leo... do I really have to tell about Leo? Fine. He kidnapped me when I was going back to visit Feliciano for a while, satisfied?
More descriptive? ... Fine, you win! Just... put away the frying pan.
As I said, I was on my way home to see Feliciano and was going to stay there for a while... you know, I do have to see him sometimes. Anyway, I was sitting by a pond when this creepy guy randomly kidnaps me and drags me off... okay, more liked grabbed the back of my pelt and carried me off like a puppy... you get the point!
So there I was, bound like a dog and being carried by this creepy guy, for Dios knows why, when randomly this thing ran out of no where and ran into him, throwing me to the ground, too disoriented to understand what was going on. I heard shouting but couldn't make out the words, and by the time they were done with their arguing I was barely conscious enough to raise my head and take a look at my rescuer. (I was frightened that it was Francis for a moment) I remember wondering if I was heaven...
I have to admit I was pretty relieved when I saw it was Antonio, but I said that it had to be hell because he was there... I don't know why I said it, okay!? I was... a little embarrassed, I guess... Hey, stop fishing for more about this, because I ain't going to tell you more about that particular moment!
No matter, after that our life continued as normal... I lay around the place chilling, eating and ruining things when I cleaned. Yes, I hated cleaning then too! Why I did it then? Because it was my job, obviously! .... Though I avoided doing it, both because it was boring...
We were rather poor in territory, since we were just two males, and so we mostly ate what food we could find around the place. It was hard, but it wasn't all to bad. Antonio would usually go out and bring me back food most of the time. Though I noticed once that he would never eat when I do. I asked why and he said he ate there, then brought back stuff for me... Idiot thought I would belive him. I could tell by looking at him that he was lying. He was thinner than me, and not lean in a healthy way like me, and he was taller, which onlym ade it worse! I easily discovered that he had been skipping meals to make sure I got fed... stupid bastard doing that for me... dam*it!
Anyway, when I got a little older he began to treat me more like a friend and equal and less like his underling; he didn't order me around as much, and we often just... hung out. He introduced me to a lot of other things we could do, and new people. He tried to get me to tag along when he was going out with his two dumb buddies. Guess which ones. Yeah, Gilbert and Francis. I never went though, my idea of fun has never been to be molested and mocked, but that idiot has always been too clueless to even noticed when someone is making fun of him...
And...then I left him... I pretty much said good bye and walked out on him is all, but he kept clinging onto me and crying... I felt a little bad for leaving him like that, he was seriously well... sad. He didn't want me to leave, and he looked so... so lonely that I... But Feliciano had talked to me, he just recently leaving that Prick Roderich, and he wanted us to be together, a family again for the most part, for the sake of the old man. I don't care about our grandfather, but I did and still do care about that stupid brother of mine... no matter how annoying he is, he is still my little brother. He wanted us to be together, to be a family, and so I went along with it.
I gotta admit I kinda missed Antonio... not much though! It's not like I care about him or anything... not how he always cheers me up... and he's the only that can make me smile... and... ... ... Ugh, forget that! He's just annoying and in the way and always smiling stupidly and he is so oblivious and, and... and... GAH!
Anyway! Once we were united as a family again, Feliciano and I moved in with a new 'friend' of his. One who I grew to hate more than anything... his name was Ludwig. He probably had muscles for brains or something, he really pissed me off. But he had a mob, and territory, and Feliciano liked him. So it was either stay with him or die... and I didn't want to die quite yet. However much I hated him. He was so stupid! Worse than Antonio! He was a fighting kind ofp erson, and he never seemed to make friends with anyone. I hated him...
Where was I? ... Oh yeah, I lived together with my brother and I didn't see Antonio for a year or so... eleven months and twenty three days to be exact... not that I was keeping track of it or anything! I just... whatever! I didn't see him for a long time. I was pretty happy during that time though, I had a lot to do so both my brother and I were really busy, and most days we would just fall into sleep right after eating and go to work at sunrise.
I met Antonio again at a little group meeting between Feliciano, that stupid friend of his, and a group of their friends, including that Prick who used to be my 'boss' Roderich, and turned out to be a chaotic mess... I am not kidding you, if you think battles are bad... that is nothing compared to what happened then.
Everyone was yelling and within ten minutes it was like a full out war in the area, no one was safe and everyone but myself and Feliciano were running around and hitting whatever was moving with their weapon of choice. From claws to teeth, to branches and rocks, and of course the good old fashioned claw in the face. I have to admit that I delivered a quite deliberate hit beneath the waist, Francis never expected it and he kept glaring at me afterward... but it was so worth it!
During that chaos I just happened to stumble into Antonio as I was looking for a place to hide . At first he didn't really recognize me (I had grown larger, finally looking like an adult, though still naturally thin) but when he did he just dropped the fight stance and the idea he was about to rip my head off and then just hugged me like a freaking cuddle toy.
And being as manly as I am I protested violently and did not hug him back! .... Well, maybe just a little. Then he started wiping my cheeks with his thumbs and told me not to cry, but I wasn't crying dam* it! I... I just got something in my eye! He kept kissing me all over my face and cooing things like 'little Lovi, my sweet little Romano!' and all that other sh*t he likes to call me.
However, we were interrupted in our reunion when Gilbert was thrown into us and we toppled over, just like that, and smack! I ended up on top of him and my head hurt so bad from being rammed into Antonip's thick skull! I still hold that against Gilbert...
From there things went even more downhill (yes, unbelievable... but it did happen). Naturally I was annoyed by this and I... kind of... started shouting at him (Antonio that is) and then I hit him before running out of the room... Feliciano had seen the whole thing and ran after me. I tried to lose him, but he was really stubborn about it and I ended up sitting on a bench while he had an arm around my shoulders, trying to console me or something. Idiot
We left a little while afterward, both of us were quite tired and I have to admit... I was emotionally drained after all that as well, so we went home, ate something and then spent the rest of the night in silence. And the next morning I found a very familiar green-eyed bastard waiting for me.
After that Antonio and I started meeting at least once a week, and he always had to come over to see me! It really annoyed me too! Really, really annoyed me! I was so f*cking annoyed at them that I eh... that I... oh, f*ck it.
Stupid... anyway, we kinda just hung out just like we had before I left him to live with Feliciano. Just... well... doing nothing in particular. Though sometimes he'd drag me off to diffrent places, and once he even brought me flower... I don't know why he did that though! He just gave them to me before he took me to this place where there was decent scenery I suppose...
Anyway, we kept doing things like that for a while, untill eventually my stupid little brother wasn't on the best terms with Ludwig for a while (hallelujah for that!), I could finally breathe calmly. On the other hand him not hanging out with Ludwig meant that he was running after me like the whiny brat that he is. Against my will and intentions or whatever I shall call it, Antonio's little hideout became something of a sanctuary for me... for Feliciano rarely went there, saying something about not wanting to interrupt. (the h*ll!?) So I wouldn't have to hear his annoying voice all the time, and not have him clinging onto me every second of the day.
Because, yeah sure, Antonio can be clingy and annoying... but never at the level of my brother! For most part we would just walk around the area, talking and doing much of nothing, Antonio always sings when we do this... from old lullabies to things he made up and... well, I don't really listen, because I don't speak his stupid language... but it's kind of... no matter!
I suppose that leaves us at the present... I hang out with Antonio most of the time, almost all the time to be exact. He's such a clingy bastard... I always tell him how much I hate him, but he never believes me. But I'm not stupid! I know he likes Feliciano better than me and would trade me off in an instant! I know it... even though he always tells me that's not true... I don't belive him! He'll leave me just like everyone else!... Someday... And you know what? I hate the fact that I care. And I hate the fact that I know I'll cry if he does, and I hate myself for not being able to stop myself from caring. goddam* you Antonio Fernandez Carriedo...