Post by Roderich Edelstein on Mar 16, 2010 9:09:24 GMT -5
Canon Character Application
Character name: Lovino Vargas
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 138
Appearance:
Lovino is a just-below-average-height male, with dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin. A long curl juts out from his bangs on his right side; Lovino is extremely sensitive, especially toward this particular curl, tending to scream and curse if anyone touches it, or, heaven forbid, pull it. He often wears dark brown or black pants, with a white undershirt and button-down dark shirt. A short leather jacket completes his outfit, the inside pockets of which contain all sorts of picks, short knives, and poisons.
He has a slight frame and is not very strong, relying mainly on stealth and surprise to bring his victims to a swift end... however, he has a habit of accusing his would-be target and laying any grievances at their feet, no matter how trivial, negating his stealth advantage. Lovino’s expressions seem to alternate between a frown, a scowl, a smirk, absolute terror, and occasionally, the rare smile.
Personality: Lovino is prickly, to say the least. He is polite and flirts with women, but scornful to men. Aside from blaming his potential targets for things that they had nothing to do with, he tends to mock allies and enemies equally. This makes him a tough person to get along with. Really, his facade of toughness is just that – a facade to hide that he’s actually really weak and ineffectual. He has the tendency to boast about his skills, and, on more than one occasion, his mouth has gotten him into more trouble than any of his actions. He often gestures broadly with his hands, finding it difficult to speak when his movements are confined. He is loud and obnoxious with a filthy mouth, but truly has a good heart buried deep inside him. It’s getting through the prickly exterior to find it that is the difficulty.
Class: Gambler
Likes:
+ Food (Italian, some Spanish)
+ Bragging
+ Treasure
+ Tomatoes
+ Siesta
+ Painting
Dislikes:
- Food (not Italian/Spanish)
- Looking foolish
- Potatoes
- Hard work
Strengths:
Dexterity: Lovino is extremely dexterous, capable of using knives and shortbows well.
Smart Mouth: Even though his mouth can, and often does, get him into trouble, he is equally as adept as working his way out of unfavorable situations using nothing but words. He doesn’t often use this talent, however.
Cooking: If there’s no one else around to shove the work onto, Lovino is a fantastic cook... for the foods he enjoys, anyway.
Rogue skills: When the need arises, Lovino can shut his mouth and hide in the shadows next to the best thief without the other ever knowing he was there. He’s extremely skilled at pick-pocketing, setting traps, and breaking locks; however, because of his size, he often has difficulty with shakedowns. He tends to lose his temper too quickly, leaving him slightly laughable in that respect.
Weaknesses:
Strength: Physically, Lovino is fairly delicate and weak, relying on a sneak attack or avoiding conflict all together. He lacks the strength to use a sword or longbow well, so he tends to stick to shortbows and knives.
Smart Mouth: Though he is adept at talking his way out of situations, more often than not, it was his mouth that got him into the situation to begin with. His filthy language doesn’t help him get along with allies, either.
Combat: For all of his boasting, Lovino is more apt to flee battle than participate.
Magic: Lovino lacks the focus to employ many of the gambler’s more arcane skills, tending to lose patience every time he attempts to practice a technique.
Short temper: The smallest insult (or imagined insult) can send Lovino into a screaming, expletive-filled rage, making him difficult to get along with.
Unmotivated: Let me take a siesta first...
History: Lovino grew up in a small farm family. They were not rich, but neither were they poor, able to sell a good majority of their harvest every year. It was from his parents that he learned his love of cooking, especially pasta and pizza. A spoiled child, he often fell asleep in the small local school and never applied himself to anything besides artwork.
Lovino was never suited for farm life; chores and hard work in general never appealed to him. He became adept at convincing (or coercing) his parents and friends to do his work for him, while he took a siesta in the barn. On his eighteenth birthday, Lovino left the farm without looking back, determined to find something he was good at that wouldn’t take a lot of work.
From living on the street, Lovino learned knife and bow techniques, as well as the art of the thief – usually from the technique being used on him, first. He once considering starting a crime ring through the city, but decided it would be too troublesome to maintain. He purchased himself a home in the lower quarter and now sells paintings to disguise his true occupation. Often he roams the marketplace and picks the pockets of the wealthy.
Sample Post: Lovino stretched his arms high over his head as he stalked down the dirt road, then shoved his hands in his pockets. “God damn it,” he hissed angrily, kicking a pebble with a bit more force than necessary. “What does that bastard think I am, anyway?”
He’d recently taken a commission for his part-time painting job, but upon completion of the work, the client had refused to pay for it, saying some nonsense about financial disaster. Needless to say, he’d flown into a rage at the poor man, berating him to take better care of his finances. Lovino knew full well that the other man still had enough money to pay for the painting.
After all, Lovino had been considerate enough to leave him more than enough money to pay after he’d robbed the house.
He snarled and wheeled to kick a fence post, yelping in pain as it hurt more than he’d expected. “Screw you, too!” he yelled at the fence, running a hand through his hair. The sun was setting, and he increased his pace. It was that stupid client’s fault for not keeping his house under better guard, anyway. The bastard could have at least sent a letter so he wouldn’t have had to walk all the way to his house.