Romano has been accepted!
Good luck, recruit.
OOC:
Name/Nickname: Jenna
Age: 16
Time zone: CST (GMT -6 (-5 w/o DST) )
Activity levels (1-10, 1 being the lowest, 10 the highest): 7-8
Password (hidden somewhere on this blog): Accepted!
IC:
Character: South Italy/ Italy Romano
Character’s Name: Lovino Vargas
Age: 19
Preferred weapons (1 melee, 1 ranged. You will be using these on missions and such.): Dagger, Pistol
Strengths (at least 3): Skilled with weaponry (espeically guns), good heart, excellent pickpocket, hard worker (when he feels like it)
Weaknesses (at least 3): Lazy, a bit clumsy, a bit of a scaredy cat, harsh/vulgar/tempermental
History (At least 2 paragraphs): Born into a lower middle class family, Lovino lost his parents at a young age and was sent to live with his Uncle in Underling. Also known to him as Hell on Earth. Born in the South of ITaly, such a place was not unusual, though the corruption wasn’t new either. He joined the rebellion anyway though, because he was tired of getting pushed around.
He was also tired of others getting pushed around, after seeing his best friend nearly killed because she called out Sabine on his bullshit. That was the real tipping point between, ‘yeah I’m not fond of the guy’ and ‘fuck lets blow this motherfucker up’.
His home life is non-existent basically, hand his sparetime is consumed by working on modifying guns and other weapons. He’s a bit obsessed with them, and as such, is known to keep a few on him at all times. He’s worked hard since he moved to Underling, maintaining ot only Rebellion activities, his gun hobby, and a steady diner job.
Sample Writing (At least 2 paragraphs): “Shit, shit, shit. Where the fuck is it?” Lovino swore, digging through the desk in his basement room. He was 19, living at home with his Uncle, and secretly part of a huge growing rebellion. His uncle wasn’t around much, and never went down to the basement, so it was the perfect place to keep his shit. Like all his guns. He had been going to polish his favorite, when he discovered it missing.
Now in a frenzied panic, he was tearing apart the room, looking for it. It was his precious Tanfoglio pistol, a gift from one of the resistance members, his usual one he kept on him.
"Shit!" He swore once more, before tossing up the coat from the pile of clothes, finding the pistol laying there, having forgotten he’d put it in his coat when he went to the meeting yesterday. "Oh thank the heavenly lord."
Headcanons (2 to 4): - Was religious, now really isn’t, but if freaked out, instinctively begins to go to the Lord’s Prayer.
- His pistol is a Tanfoglio Combat Sport. It’s his baby.
- He has a thing for guns and explosives and fire in general, so he’s probably not the best person to piss off.
- He’s perfected bomb making.