Post by Lovina Vargas on Jun 23, 2010 2:42:12 GMT -5
Country's real name: Lovina Catarina Vargas
Country: Italy
Age: 18
Occupation: Student
Origin Language: Italian
History [Their AU background; How they got accepted in the school; etc;]:
It had been a lively, if not dysfunctional, childhood living with her father and sister, their home overlooking the waters of beautiful Venezia, the piers and docks almost always flooded with travelers and Venetians, fishermen and gondoliers. People from all over came to Venice, the crown jewel of Italy.
Still, it didn’t seem as vibrant as all those tourists made it out to be. Rarely was the twins’ father ever home, what with business overseas taking precedence, but it allowed them a comfortable apartment and a caretaker to look after the young girls. But in reality, the caretaker, much like virtually everybody Lovina knew, doted on her twin. With the exception of some deep-seated sibling envy, it didn’t bother Lovina at all; naturally she was used to it. And as long as they just let her do whatever (and by whatever, it meant things like eat and nap and toss her things everywhere), she couldn’t care less.
But when money got tight and a quality babysitter could no longer be afforded, Papa Vargas had to devise a plan. The girls were getting older, being less attached to each other and diverging to their own selves, as seen by the vast differences in their personalities. He decided it would be alright to separate the two, with Lovina being transported to the lush and abundant countryside of south Italy, and her sister to the north. (And she was glad to be rid of her tiresome, annoying sister. So glad that her throat burned and this really strange and heavy feeling sat in the stomach the day they left each other at the airport.)
Lovina took up residence in the home of a close family friend of her father, who welcomed her with open arms. And it wasn’t that the family was terrible; they were kind and never let Lovina be lonely, but that was just it: they never left her alone. She could never be lazy as she was before. They’d firmly chide her to clean her room, guide her to practice cooking meals, coax her outside to survey and coo over the home grown fruits and vegetables. At first, she was reluctant and it kind of grated on her nerves, but really, when was the last time she ever felt part of a family? (Honestly, she felt it was the closest thing to a family she had, and well, you know how Italians and family goes.)
So life kind of fell into place like that.
Lovina is a cousin of the Vargas twins (on her father’s side, which would explain the whole same last name thing). Although she never saw them much, her father would sometimes mention them and their antics. He did speak of them fondly, but personally, Lovina pictured them as troublesome and maybe...even envied them a little. Surely, the lives they lead must be a heck of a lot more interesting than her life out in the quiet countryside. Not that she found it particularly distasteful, but it was just that sometimes, a girl longed for more than everyday tomatoes, naps, three meals, and pasta. Even being lazy had its cons.
Thus when she received her letter to the prestigious Hetalia Academy that promised an opportunity to experience a world past the vegetable garden and tomato fields, Lovina quickly applied. Enough was enough. She was sick of being in soulless, empty cities, and quiet villages. Lovina had a mind to make something for herself.
Personality:
It’s not that Lovina is an incorrigible, obstinate grouch. She’s not. It’s just that there are so many things in the world that tend to tick her off, so it just seems like she’s always scowling. If there is one thing she can’t hold back, it’s her temper, and when she dislikes a person, she’ll make her distaste known. However, on the other hand, when she does like somebody, it’s harder to tell. At least initially, but to all those who can get through her tough exterior, her devotion and motivation for them will be boundless.
On top of all that, Lovina is impatient and a bit of a crybaby, so she may come off as a difficult person. But don’t take it wrong; she doesn’t like being vulnerable, but she doesn’t like being totally lonely, either. She’ll be nice and civil and control her temper, provided that you’re not weird or annoying. Lovina’s a hard shell to crack, but you just have to be persistent.
She’s also got an eye for fashion, and thanks to her history, can cook pretty decently, too.
Example of your RP Structure:
Lovina tugged at the collar of her uniform and readjusted the strap of her bookbag that hung almost painfully on her shoulder. And it wasn’t because she was nervous or anxious in any way. O-of course not. What did she have to be nervous about?
It was just that, standing at the gates of the Academy and drinking in her surroundings, the school was huge. Majestic. She’d never seen anything like it, not even back home in Venice. With its tall ivory and marble, the main building rose tall enough to overtake the sun.
So it wasn’t her fault, really, anyone would be intimidated by this, right?
Well, she was here already and there was no turning back, so she gathered her gumption and took a step forward in the direction of the building. That is, until some blur whizzed by and knocked her clean off her feet. Said blur didn’t even have the manners to get his culo back here to apologize or check on the lady he rudely shoved over. Already Lovina could feel the heat of several choice words rising in the back of her throat, ready to lash out at the idiot.
As soon as her bruised bum ached a little less from the fall, she staggered back onto her feet, readjusting her uniform, and yelling, “Hey! Bastardo, what the hell do you think you’re doing?! Get back your ass back here and apologize this instant, do you hear me?!”
Unfortunately, the offending boy had no intention of stopping, only slowing down his speed a few steps and looking back to see who was screaming at him before ignoring the noise.
Goddammit…! If that was the way he wanted to play, then Lovina would gladly accept his challenge. Jerks like him needed to be taught a lesson. With an aggravated huff, Lovina gave chase.
If there was one thing Lovina was good at, it was running. Usually at running away, but it actually proved useful sometimes. Like now. Because in only a few seconds, the boy who had ran her over was now watching her with wide, shocked eyes as she gained up on him. He tried picking up speed, but to no avail.
And when the distance and the speed were right, Lovina launched herself in a headbutt. Right into that jerk’s back. He fell over in a crumpled heap, breathing hard and gasping for air.
Lovina coldly regarded and stood over him, triumphant.
“What’s the big idea, crazy woman?!” He asked, half-scared and half-in short gasps.
“That’s what you get, bastardo.” And she stomped away with a small ‘hmph!’
After readjusting the strap of her bookbag another time, Lovina started off towards the classrooms again, all anxiety and nervousness dissipated.
