Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 13, 2010 17:33:29 GMT -5
Canon Character Application
Character name: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 5"6 (and a half)
Weight: 138
Appearance:
Antonio’s sun-kissed skin is one of his more prominent features, as his eyes aren’t much a sight to behold as the rest of him. They’re some kind of olive-brown-gray combination, with genial light to them all the time. His hands are calloused from workload of different sorts, not just fighting/wielding his sword.
Preferably, he dresses in comfortable clothes beneath his armor, but he is partial to dressing in everyday clothes while fighting, his only armor, his weapon. Around his neck, he wears a cross necklace that resembles that of a rosary but without the beads, which is actually rather heavy, contrary to popular belief.
Personality: For the most part, Antonio is bright, bubbly, happy and you could insert a number of adjectives here that'll all mean the same thing. However, he isn't under the given class for nothing. When he fights, he absorbs himself into the battle, almost as if he were making love to somebody. It doesn't matter, who, what, when, where or why. Throughout whichever circumstance he finds himself in, he still has the same passion, the same will to fight --or just will in general. This, in turn, allows him to adapt to situations (albeit, a little late when it comes to a physical reaction, given his outer lethargic nature, particularly in the afternoon (see, siesta) ) that it may throw at him.
He is a caring person by nature. Gracious and again, for the most part, sincere in his words and often tries to speak the truth. His hard work, however, is sometimes over-shadowed but his (claimed) need to take naps daily, although he has good reason to. Often, his caring personality and his sunshine-y attitude to the rest of society that he hasn’t thought of as an enemy (although, even they can still get the same sort of treatment) is mistaken for ignorance and thickheadedness. The latter, he is known for. In addition, he is very good playing dumb.
The reason for fighting stems from the less sighted aspect of the Spaniard, which is the twinge of bloodlust, that, like a city’s minority, is tucked away in his arsenal of traits. You can’t see it, unless you’re standing opposite (or perhaps alongside) him with your sword at the ready.
Class: Knight
Likes:
-Cooking and home-cooked meals
-Spicy dishes / or dishes with flavorful sauces
-Siestas
-Agreeable People
-People or social situations
-Sunny days
-Warm afternoons
-Tending to his garden (when he has the time)
-Sangria
Dislikes:
-Lonely days
-Being the former
-Having to choose / finding himself between a rock and a hard place
-when people refuse to accept his help (but only to some extent, he won’t go all out if you don’t want it)
-People who fight for no reason
-Cold food
-Weeds
Strengths:
adept at wielding weaponry – After all, he wouldn’t be a knight if he wasn’t. He is especially skilled at using his halberd but he does touch the other things he has lying around at home.
[in battle] quick reaction – He lets the fight take hold of him and he allows the whole ordeal to maneuver and control his movements, not really knowing what he’s done but being aware of it all the same.
Cooking – He does this often when he gets the chance to stay the night at his own home. Although he doesn’t really like eating alone.
Gardening – A greenthumb, Antonio spends most of his time outside, liking the warm summery air (given the season), planting or simply tending to a tomato patch he has right in his backyard. He has a soft spot for nature in general.
Happiness – Nobody is better at this than he is, probably. He can find the most amount of happiness in the simplest of things in life, being objective even though numerous people know him to be quite the ignorant one when it comes to the ‘more important things’. His outlook on life is rather lax and he goes with whatever life brings him.
Others include how he takes to people very well, liking social situations (but of course, still favoring a little time for himself in the morning with his churros and whatnot). He gets close to people easily, usually, whether or not the other person likes it or not.
Weaknesses: His playing stupid can be a little pet peeve to some people after some time and the fact that he might not even realize/care only adds to it. He doesn’t have the best temper either, although he tries to hold out for a long time before he snaps –but when he does, it’s clipped—though very apparent and makes sure it is, and during these times, he likes it known that he is quite peeved himself although he may not realize what words come out of his mouth or the expression on his face until much later.
He gets himself into things he, sometimes, cannot handle, having neglected to stop and reflect over matters before acting.
History: Antonio doesn’t have family to keep, which is why he is very good at remembering the people he crosses paths with day by day, treating them like good relatives should they meet again. He lives alone, mostly and though he is the sociable sort, he rarely pops in for a visit himself, rather, he expects people to come by (which is one of weaknesses). Remnants of his past still remain with him, like the way he was brought up being taught how to fight.
He had a single, rather promiscuous father that he didn’t really mind at all –because the man managed to feed him properly and teach him some of life’s lessons at some point before he stepped into the light (or you know, was forcibly dragged down, depending on how his lifestyle was judged). Antonio’s general love for all things stems from that, being taught that everybody deserves even the littlest ounce of it. He can dislike though, strongly, should he find the need to.
He was schooled properly, although he didn’t finish all the way through but he figured that that didn’t matter so much. He continued his training out of school under a respectable man with better knowledge of weaponry than any of his University teachers could ever speak of in a lecture. The first time he laid eyes on a halberd was when it cut through his skin, leaving a scar just below a shoulder blade, that, to this day, still stung when prodded, which is exactly why he’d chosen that as specialization.
For awhile, he traveled until he found a sunnier side of the world where he built a home for himself.
Sample Post:
Antonio curled himself against the pillow that occupied the other side of the bed. It was a day wherein the sun wasn’t shining and droplets of water were attacking his window, his whole house, the entire city with a pitter-patter to announce its arrival. He sighed and opened his eyes eventually, not looking at anything in particular.
“I suppose it’s time to get up then.” He muses as he slides a lethargic leg over the side of bed and onto the floor. The other follows and he walks over to the closet to slip something on before he walks out of his bedroom. As much as he would’ve liked to walk around the house freely, he wouldn’t like his guests running out on him before he could open the door and let them inside.
Yawning, he walked down the stairs, only half-attentive to his steps. He nearly tripped on the way down.
Nearing the kitchen, he peered out at the window and sighed once more as he pulled a cupboard door to see what was inside and procured a slab of chocolate he would use to dip his churros in later.
“Buenos dias, indeed.”
He can help but stare at the rainy weather outside that only added to his lazy movement.
Normally, it was an excuse to sleep but he had work today. To go out into the plains and rid of a few creatures that were bothering adventurers passing by.
“Rain, rain, let up~” he tried, humoring himself a little.
“Ah, hm.” He exhaled, disappointed that the rain hadn’t listened to him.
Then realization struck.
“I believe those aren’t the right words.”
Antonio shook his head, messy strands of dark, churros-dipping-chocolate brown hair even messier afterwards, he smiled goofily as he mixed the batter in a bowl now in his hands.
Today was a new day and later, he’d get to go outside and play a little too.
A little rain wasn’t enough to dampen his spirits. Besides, it was only drizzling.
Alarmingly near, as Antonio stirred, thunder resounded somewhere. Still nonplussed, he smiled.
--Britannia beam! Whoo! …this, er. OTL. Excuse me while I dig a hole in the ground for myself --