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✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Italia Romano/South Italy (or, more often than not, just Romano) - his "human" name is Lovino Vargas
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
PB/Image: here and here
Info links: for basic canon info please go here. for actual historical info, please see: here, here, and here.
Canon Point: Present day
Gender & Sex: Male
Age: Canonically, he's supposed to look like he's about 22-23. Actual age is god knows what. Considering that you see him and his brother being little when Rome started to decay, it's probably safe to say they've been around since sometime before the complete dissolution of the Roman Empire. Romano is a even a little older than Veneziano, so they've probably got about 50-100 years of difference, at the very least. (Personal headcanon is that he's more tied to Naples and Sicily than he is to Rome, so I suppose you could run on whenever those started really becoming strong during Rome's decline.)
Birthdate/Sign: Himaruya canonically has set his birthday to be the date of the unification of Italy, which is March 17 - so, he would be a Pisces and a Water sign.
Tattoo: About two inches in diameter, on his left shoulder blade.
Power: Nations themselves do not really have "powers" persay, minus that of a somewhat weird form of immortality. As long as their nation exists and is doing well, they survive. Which, obviously, makes them live for hundreds - if not thousands - of years. They seem to be able to sustain mortal injuries and survive wars, and they can heal much faster than an average human. Granted, this also makes them weak and sick if their nation is not doing well - be it from war, instability, or economic troubles. As to what actually happens to the nations when they "die," it's yet to be seen. If he has this "ability" in Zodion, it'd most likely be capped at being fast at recovering from injuries and sickness, although probably not being as outright immortal as he is back home.
Oh, one other... "power" he has, although strange, is that his curl is an erogenous zone. Tugged, played with, or whatever else, it makes him rather easily hot and bothered. As for if this would actually be considered a power or just part of his physique, I'll leave that up to the mods.
If he can't have either, then well, Water Manipulation might be nice.
Personality: Short version: Romano is one big ball of insecurities and anger 90% the time.
Long version: Romano grew up under the shadow of his own younger brother, Veneziano (who represents Northern Italy). Historically, Southern Italy has constantly gotten the shorter end of the stick - less power, less money, and ruling powers that kind of screwed it over. While Romano is moody and irritable, his brother is cheerful and amazingly talented, easily snatching all the attention away from Romano with naught but a smile - even from their own grandfather. Romano grew up hating his little brother, who could paint and cook and smile, while Romano couldn't clean or paint to save his life. Even Spain tried to trade him for his little brother when he was little and under his control. (As to whether or not Romano actually knows this, it's debatable.) A disease made him shake and twitch uncontrollably as a child, and he was constantly breaking things, which made him feel even more useless than before. Although, it doesn't quite help that's he's also rather clumsy and not that good with his hands.
Needless to say, Romano's got a giant mess of insecurities because of it - he normally believes that no one wants him or at least hates him. When he was little, he just assumed everyone was after what was left of the glory of Rome, and didn't care about him at all. This seems to carry through to how he is today, complete with all the insecurities and feelings of uselessness. (Although, granted, he is kind of useless about certain things...) He yells and curses almost constantly, and he snaps very easily.
While he'll act like he's tough and mean, but he's just a big coward when it comes down to it. Like his brother, he's easily frightened, often running away and crying when he's caught in a fight. He's a little more mature than Veneziano though, often standing up to Germany, whom he hates - even if he ends up making a fool of himself and crying when he fails. He even yells at England (once, mind you), even though he's trembling and clinging to his brother in the end. Basically - he's willing to fight if it's for someone he cares about, but even then, he'll probably end up being terrified. He also seems to have grown up in terms of his brother somewhat; he bandages him up even while he scolds him, jumps to his brother's defense at times, or at least demands that Germany is sure to take care of him. He also gets touched whenever Veneziano shows him the slightest hint of approval, only to burst out into angry tears when even his own brother calls him useless.
Romano's also insanely stubborn - if he doesn't want to do something, he'll drag his heels in and demand otherwise. He's hardly sweet (unless you're a girl), but will show a bit of a softer side if he actually likes a person. i.e. - with Spain, he runs off and fights his own mafia to try and get him help, even if he comes back to find Spain completely fine. He's rather shy about it though - often lashing out and snapping at the people he cares about, especially when they show him any sort of affection. He's more often than not head butting Spain, or calling him some sort of insult. He blushes easily, and will get even more stubborn if anyone tries to fight him on it. He honestly probably does not trust that they really do like him or enjoy his company, and is also probably not used to anyone showing him even a sliver of affection. (Even though Spain spoiled him half rotten.)
He's also rather lazy and useless; he refused to do chores as a child in Spain's house, and loves to nap and eat. Surprisingly, he's apparently a hard worker though, used to things like farming and other physically draining work, but he's still one to slack off and laze about if allowed. He also had a bit of a problem with wetting the bed as a kid... that and actually finding the bathroom. He seems to have a lot of problems with simple tasks, and often flubs up when he's just trying to do something. And, while he's generally rather rude and standoff-ish with men, he will almost instantly warm up and flirt with girls. i.e. - When he was young and Spain was trying to teach him Spanish, Belgium came up (who is a very pretty young woman) to check on their progress. He instantly runs up and tells her "bésame!" which means "kiss me." He gets shy and embarrassed when she does offer to kiss his cheek, turning into a babbling mess and cries that he's not ready. He seems to have a little less luck with flirting in general than his brother, but he's called a bit of a ladies man at the same time, so it's safe to assume he's a bit of a flirt when pretty women are involved. Although whether or not he actually gets the ladies he pursues seems to be another story...
tl;dr - he's a volatile, insecure little sap, and has a lot of problems trusting people or even himself.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry: ( There's a lot of mumbling and curses as the feed clicks on, along with a lot of jostling noises. ) What is this thing, a phone or some shit? This looks like America's stupid iPhone thing- ( Suddenly the screen focuses on Romano - complete with a deep set scowl. ) Oh. Crap, it's on. ( He scrambles for a moment, still scowling and fumbling with the device for a moment before speaking again. )
Okay, look, I have no clue where this is, or what the hell is going on, but this is not okay. Capisci? I don't give a shit about helping or... worshipping whatever these so called "Gods" are telling me to do. I'm a Roman Catholic, okay, I don't practice this pagan nonsense. I never have, dammit. So whoever brought me here, get me back home! A-and get this freaking tattoo off me!
Oh man, what is Venenziano gonna do without me, that stupid idiot can't even properly hold a spoon if I'm not there to make sure he's okay. Dio, this is bad.
( He grumbles a bit more before glaring at the screen, almost flinging the device away. ) This is such bullshit!
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: If there was one thing Spain actually managed to teach Romano, it was that Romano always made sure to take his daily siesta. He couldn't clean to save his life, and his Spanish may be rustier than a nail, but a siesta was the one thing he'd admit Spain was actually smart about. He didn't care if his people were letting it fall out of style, or if he had work to do; he was going to take his afternoon nap if hell or high water was at his door.
So, naturally, feeling the burn of a bright light on his eyes was a bit confusing. He grumbles, wondering vaguely if he had slept through the night, which was bad, since it meant he missed dinner. And Italia Romano does not miss a meal. Even if his brother would get flour all over the walls and they'd run out of pasta faster than they could retreat from a fight, dinner was not something he missed.
Opening his eyes finally, he doesn't exactly expect to be in a bizarre temple of sorts. He remembered falling asleep in his bed, clad in naught but his boxers. Well, he was still in his boxers, but this was definitely not his bedroom. Or even home, now that he looked a little closer at it.
"The fuck is this-" he snaps, sitting up and looking blearily at his surroundings. It looked almost like one of his grandfather's buildings, although in stunning condition. Romano was definitely sure he didn't fall asleep here, let alone remembering seeing anything like this. Considering most of Rome's buildings were falling apart all around him, seeing a near pristine version of one was shocking. Romano numbly wondered if he was dreaming - maybe it was one of those stupid dreams of his stupid grandfather again, leaving him behind to go play with Veneziano for the hundredth time - but a quick pinch at his own skin ("ow!") quickly shoots that theory down. He gapes, getting up and starting to wander towards the center of the temple. "This is really fucking weird."
It doesn't take long for him to spy the altar, staring nervously at the weird glowing box in the middle of it. Well, that was weird. Boxes do not glow like that, unless they're some weird technology thing Japan or America was playing around with. And judging by his surroundings, that was highly unlikely. (Unless America was having another love affair with his grandfather's architecture or something. Which was dumb. Ridiculously dumb.)
But, something - and not just the whole being in a completely bizarre place - was sending shivers down his spine. Romano did not like being scared; he got that enough in wars and when idiots were busting down his doors. And quite frankly, being kidnapped and brought to some... Roman-Grecian temple from centuries ago did not exactly rank high on things for Romano to do. But still, he couldn't help but outright stare at the box - it was interesting in a way, even as odd as it was. The little moat of water around it looked almost inviting, and the sheer beauty of the altar itself wasn't anything to pass over. He subconsciously edges his way towards it, his curiosity starting to overcome his fear.
But paying attention has never been Romano's strongest suit, and he half trips and crashes into the circular pool of water around the altar. Sputtering and flailing, he shoots back up, only to yelp and nearly scream as the water suddenly shoots up around him, forming a barrier of sorts. Pain suddenly stings him, right on his left shoulder blade, causing him to cry out again, clutching at the offending bit of skin.
The pain passes quickly though, and Romano looks up, staring at the strange barrier of water around him. It was almost like a mirror, showing his whimpering, suddenly butt naked form in 360 degrees. Okay, this was bad. Very very bad. Being in pain and getting trapped in some magical column of water was not a good thing. He could feel his whole body start to shake with fear - where was that idiot Spain when he needed him? He stared at his own reflection, almost daring it to try something again. "...The... the hell is this, dammit?" he snaps, inspecting himself, his eyes almost bugging when he spies where the pain was just moments ago.
Because, right where here had felt that sting was a faintly glowing mark, in the shape of the symbol of Pisces.
"...the fuck."
So, he suddenly had a tattoo from that bullshit astrology nonsense, he was naked, and trapped in some bizarre place. And, above anything, he was sure he wasn't in Italy anymore.
This was definitely bad.
Name: Italia Romano/South Italy (or, more often than not, just Romano) - his "human" name is Lovino Vargas
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
PB/Image: here and here
Info links: for basic canon info please go here. for actual historical info, please see: here, here, and here.
Canon Point: Present day
Gender & Sex: Male
Age: Canonically, he's supposed to look like he's about 22-23. Actual age is god knows what. Considering that you see him and his brother being little when Rome started to decay, it's probably safe to say they've been around since sometime before the complete dissolution of the Roman Empire. Romano is a even a little older than Veneziano, so they've probably got about 50-100 years of difference, at the very least. (Personal headcanon is that he's more tied to Naples and Sicily than he is to Rome, so I suppose you could run on whenever those started really becoming strong during Rome's decline.)
Birthdate/Sign: Himaruya canonically has set his birthday to be the date of the unification of Italy, which is March 17 - so, he would be a Pisces and a Water sign.
Tattoo: About two inches in diameter, on his left shoulder blade.
Power: Nations themselves do not really have "powers" persay, minus that of a somewhat weird form of immortality. As long as their nation exists and is doing well, they survive. Which, obviously, makes them live for hundreds - if not thousands - of years. They seem to be able to sustain mortal injuries and survive wars, and they can heal much faster than an average human. Granted, this also makes them weak and sick if their nation is not doing well - be it from war, instability, or economic troubles. As to what actually happens to the nations when they "die," it's yet to be seen. If he has this "ability" in Zodion, it'd most likely be capped at being fast at recovering from injuries and sickness, although probably not being as outright immortal as he is back home.
Oh, one other... "power" he has, although strange, is that his curl is an erogenous zone. Tugged, played with, or whatever else, it makes him rather easily hot and bothered. As for if this would actually be considered a power or just part of his physique, I'll leave that up to the mods.
If he can't have either, then well, Water Manipulation might be nice.
Personality: Short version: Romano is one big ball of insecurities and anger 90% the time.
Long version: Romano grew up under the shadow of his own younger brother, Veneziano (who represents Northern Italy). Historically, Southern Italy has constantly gotten the shorter end of the stick - less power, less money, and ruling powers that kind of screwed it over. While Romano is moody and irritable, his brother is cheerful and amazingly talented, easily snatching all the attention away from Romano with naught but a smile - even from their own grandfather. Romano grew up hating his little brother, who could paint and cook and smile, while Romano couldn't clean or paint to save his life. Even Spain tried to trade him for his little brother when he was little and under his control. (As to whether or not Romano actually knows this, it's debatable.) A disease made him shake and twitch uncontrollably as a child, and he was constantly breaking things, which made him feel even more useless than before. Although, it doesn't quite help that's he's also rather clumsy and not that good with his hands.
Needless to say, Romano's got a giant mess of insecurities because of it - he normally believes that no one wants him or at least hates him. When he was little, he just assumed everyone was after what was left of the glory of Rome, and didn't care about him at all. This seems to carry through to how he is today, complete with all the insecurities and feelings of uselessness. (Although, granted, he is kind of useless about certain things...) He yells and curses almost constantly, and he snaps very easily.
While he'll act like he's tough and mean, but he's just a big coward when it comes down to it. Like his brother, he's easily frightened, often running away and crying when he's caught in a fight. He's a little more mature than Veneziano though, often standing up to Germany, whom he hates - even if he ends up making a fool of himself and crying when he fails. He even yells at England (once, mind you), even though he's trembling and clinging to his brother in the end. Basically - he's willing to fight if it's for someone he cares about, but even then, he'll probably end up being terrified. He also seems to have grown up in terms of his brother somewhat; he bandages him up even while he scolds him, jumps to his brother's defense at times, or at least demands that Germany is sure to take care of him. He also gets touched whenever Veneziano shows him the slightest hint of approval, only to burst out into angry tears when even his own brother calls him useless.
Romano's also insanely stubborn - if he doesn't want to do something, he'll drag his heels in and demand otherwise. He's hardly sweet (unless you're a girl), but will show a bit of a softer side if he actually likes a person. i.e. - with Spain, he runs off and fights his own mafia to try and get him help, even if he comes back to find Spain completely fine. He's rather shy about it though - often lashing out and snapping at the people he cares about, especially when they show him any sort of affection. He's more often than not head butting Spain, or calling him some sort of insult. He blushes easily, and will get even more stubborn if anyone tries to fight him on it. He honestly probably does not trust that they really do like him or enjoy his company, and is also probably not used to anyone showing him even a sliver of affection. (Even though Spain spoiled him half rotten.)
He's also rather lazy and useless; he refused to do chores as a child in Spain's house, and loves to nap and eat. Surprisingly, he's apparently a hard worker though, used to things like farming and other physically draining work, but he's still one to slack off and laze about if allowed. He also had a bit of a problem with wetting the bed as a kid... that and actually finding the bathroom. He seems to have a lot of problems with simple tasks, and often flubs up when he's just trying to do something. And, while he's generally rather rude and standoff-ish with men, he will almost instantly warm up and flirt with girls. i.e. - When he was young and Spain was trying to teach him Spanish, Belgium came up (who is a very pretty young woman) to check on their progress. He instantly runs up and tells her "bésame!" which means "kiss me." He gets shy and embarrassed when she does offer to kiss his cheek, turning into a babbling mess and cries that he's not ready. He seems to have a little less luck with flirting in general than his brother, but he's called a bit of a ladies man at the same time, so it's safe to assume he's a bit of a flirt when pretty women are involved. Although whether or not he actually gets the ladies he pursues seems to be another story...
tl;dr - he's a volatile, insecure little sap, and has a lot of problems trusting people or even himself.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry: ( There's a lot of mumbling and curses as the feed clicks on, along with a lot of jostling noises. ) What is this thing, a phone or some shit? This looks like America's stupid iPhone thing- ( Suddenly the screen focuses on Romano - complete with a deep set scowl. ) Oh. Crap, it's on. ( He scrambles for a moment, still scowling and fumbling with the device for a moment before speaking again. )
Okay, look, I have no clue where this is, or what the hell is going on, but this is not okay. Capisci? I don't give a shit about helping or... worshipping whatever these so called "Gods" are telling me to do. I'm a Roman Catholic, okay, I don't practice this pagan nonsense. I never have, dammit. So whoever brought me here, get me back home! A-and get this freaking tattoo off me!
Oh man, what is Venenziano gonna do without me, that stupid idiot can't even properly hold a spoon if I'm not there to make sure he's okay. Dio, this is bad.
( He grumbles a bit more before glaring at the screen, almost flinging the device away. ) This is such bullshit!
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: If there was one thing Spain actually managed to teach Romano, it was that Romano always made sure to take his daily siesta. He couldn't clean to save his life, and his Spanish may be rustier than a nail, but a siesta was the one thing he'd admit Spain was actually smart about. He didn't care if his people were letting it fall out of style, or if he had work to do; he was going to take his afternoon nap if hell or high water was at his door.
So, naturally, feeling the burn of a bright light on his eyes was a bit confusing. He grumbles, wondering vaguely if he had slept through the night, which was bad, since it meant he missed dinner. And Italia Romano does not miss a meal. Even if his brother would get flour all over the walls and they'd run out of pasta faster than they could retreat from a fight, dinner was not something he missed.
Opening his eyes finally, he doesn't exactly expect to be in a bizarre temple of sorts. He remembered falling asleep in his bed, clad in naught but his boxers. Well, he was still in his boxers, but this was definitely not his bedroom. Or even home, now that he looked a little closer at it.
"The fuck is this-" he snaps, sitting up and looking blearily at his surroundings. It looked almost like one of his grandfather's buildings, although in stunning condition. Romano was definitely sure he didn't fall asleep here, let alone remembering seeing anything like this. Considering most of Rome's buildings were falling apart all around him, seeing a near pristine version of one was shocking. Romano numbly wondered if he was dreaming - maybe it was one of those stupid dreams of his stupid grandfather again, leaving him behind to go play with Veneziano for the hundredth time - but a quick pinch at his own skin ("ow!") quickly shoots that theory down. He gapes, getting up and starting to wander towards the center of the temple. "This is really fucking weird."
It doesn't take long for him to spy the altar, staring nervously at the weird glowing box in the middle of it. Well, that was weird. Boxes do not glow like that, unless they're some weird technology thing Japan or America was playing around with. And judging by his surroundings, that was highly unlikely. (Unless America was having another love affair with his grandfather's architecture or something. Which was dumb. Ridiculously dumb.)
But, something - and not just the whole being in a completely bizarre place - was sending shivers down his spine. Romano did not like being scared; he got that enough in wars and when idiots were busting down his doors. And quite frankly, being kidnapped and brought to some... Roman-Grecian temple from centuries ago did not exactly rank high on things for Romano to do. But still, he couldn't help but outright stare at the box - it was interesting in a way, even as odd as it was. The little moat of water around it looked almost inviting, and the sheer beauty of the altar itself wasn't anything to pass over. He subconsciously edges his way towards it, his curiosity starting to overcome his fear.
But paying attention has never been Romano's strongest suit, and he half trips and crashes into the circular pool of water around the altar. Sputtering and flailing, he shoots back up, only to yelp and nearly scream as the water suddenly shoots up around him, forming a barrier of sorts. Pain suddenly stings him, right on his left shoulder blade, causing him to cry out again, clutching at the offending bit of skin.
The pain passes quickly though, and Romano looks up, staring at the strange barrier of water around him. It was almost like a mirror, showing his whimpering, suddenly butt naked form in 360 degrees. Okay, this was bad. Very very bad. Being in pain and getting trapped in some magical column of water was not a good thing. He could feel his whole body start to shake with fear - where was that idiot Spain when he needed him? He stared at his own reflection, almost daring it to try something again. "...The... the hell is this, dammit?" he snaps, inspecting himself, his eyes almost bugging when he spies where the pain was just moments ago.
Because, right where here had felt that sting was a faintly glowing mark, in the shape of the symbol of Pisces.
"...the fuck."
So, he suddenly had a tattoo from that bullshit astrology nonsense, he was naked, and trapped in some bizarre place. And, above anything, he was sure he wasn't in Italy anymore.
This was definitely bad.