Post by Feliciano Vargas on Mar 20, 2016 19:03:27 GMT
Feliciano Mateo Vargas
Male | 17 |
Italian | Bisexual |
172 cm | 142 lb |
PureBlood | |
personality
On the surface, Feliciano seems like a very straightforward individual. He is often described as an airhead, someone who doesn’t care about anything other than eating, flirting, and goofing off. Highly emotional, it isn’t hard to get a read on how the boy’s day is going; if everything’s going well, his infectious smile can light up even the darkest dungeon. However, when things aren’t going well, Feliciano cries. He cries when he’s frustrated, scared, upset, hurt or even tired. And he cries a lot. It’s not something that he’s proud of and he is constantly teased about it, but despite all of his best efforts to be more manly, he still tears up at the first sign of adversity.
So far as meeting new people go, Feli is, without a doubt, an extrovert. He loves to talk and will strike up a conversation with anyone, regardless of their age, status, or appearance. At social events, Feli is the life of the party, flitting through every group, dancing with anyone willing (and able) to keep up with him, and telling stories with his signature gusto. He’s also a shameless flirt and will chase after anyone, so long as they have a pretty face. He’s never been too concerned with gender, and will chat up anyone he finds attractive, though he rarely seems interested in anything beyond the initial conversation. Indeed, it’s the stories that Feli collects from the people he speaks with that really drive him. He grew up listening to his grandfather tell stories about his life and he’s always looking for new stories and people to inspire him.
Though he is charming, Feli is not the most reliable person. His attention is only held by things that he finds interesting, and all too often, classes are forgotten in favor of exploring some new corridor of the castle, finishing his latest painting, or admiring the cloud formations from the top of the Astronomy tower. It’s not that he dislikes his classes, for the most part, he very much likes learning magic, but he doesn’t do well with sitting still for very long, usually succumbing to daydreams or even full on naps in the middle of lecture. He often forgets his homework or textbooks unless someone reminds him. It is obvious that while he likes magic, he lacks the ambition that drives so many of the others in his house and doesn’t really exert much effort into making his classes a priority.
While he may be a lackluster student, Feli is surprisingly devoted to his friends and family. The loss of a childhood friend hit him hard and he’s always terrified of losing those he cares about or being left alone. As a result, Feliciano will go to great lengths for them, regardless of the consequences to himself or to others. This recklessness (verging on ruthless) side of him is something that few have ever seen and Feliciano does his best so that few ever will. More often then not, his devotion to the happiness of his loved ones manifests as a self-sacrificial streak and he would much rather deal with a problem on his own, rather than worry those he cares about. So while he might cry to his brother or his friends about getting detention for forgetting the latest assignment, or the fact that the kitchen still hasn’t served what he considers ‘real pasta’, he is silent about any run-ins with any bullies.
All in all, Feliciano is not as straightforward as one might think. His infectious grin and lackadaisical attitude masks a much more complex individual and those who doubt his status as a member of the Slytherin house might want to think twice before crossing him or those he loves.
So far as meeting new people go, Feli is, without a doubt, an extrovert. He loves to talk and will strike up a conversation with anyone, regardless of their age, status, or appearance. At social events, Feli is the life of the party, flitting through every group, dancing with anyone willing (and able) to keep up with him, and telling stories with his signature gusto. He’s also a shameless flirt and will chase after anyone, so long as they have a pretty face. He’s never been too concerned with gender, and will chat up anyone he finds attractive, though he rarely seems interested in anything beyond the initial conversation. Indeed, it’s the stories that Feli collects from the people he speaks with that really drive him. He grew up listening to his grandfather tell stories about his life and he’s always looking for new stories and people to inspire him.
Though he is charming, Feli is not the most reliable person. His attention is only held by things that he finds interesting, and all too often, classes are forgotten in favor of exploring some new corridor of the castle, finishing his latest painting, or admiring the cloud formations from the top of the Astronomy tower. It’s not that he dislikes his classes, for the most part, he very much likes learning magic, but he doesn’t do well with sitting still for very long, usually succumbing to daydreams or even full on naps in the middle of lecture. He often forgets his homework or textbooks unless someone reminds him. It is obvious that while he likes magic, he lacks the ambition that drives so many of the others in his house and doesn’t really exert much effort into making his classes a priority.
While he may be a lackluster student, Feli is surprisingly devoted to his friends and family. The loss of a childhood friend hit him hard and he’s always terrified of losing those he cares about or being left alone. As a result, Feliciano will go to great lengths for them, regardless of the consequences to himself or to others. This recklessness (verging on ruthless) side of him is something that few have ever seen and Feliciano does his best so that few ever will. More often then not, his devotion to the happiness of his loved ones manifests as a self-sacrificial streak and he would much rather deal with a problem on his own, rather than worry those he cares about. So while he might cry to his brother or his friends about getting detention for forgetting the latest assignment, or the fact that the kitchen still hasn’t served what he considers ‘real pasta’, he is silent about any run-ins with any bullies.
All in all, Feliciano is not as straightforward as one might think. His infectious grin and lackadaisical attitude masks a much more complex individual and those who doubt his status as a member of the Slytherin house might want to think twice before crossing him or those he loves.
history
Birth- Age 10
Feliciano Vargas was the second son of the esteemed Vargas family. Born just a few moments after his brother, he seemed from birth to be content to live an easy-going life. His family was one of the most well known in Italy, said to be descended from the great Romulus, and their dynasty presided over the proud wizarding community that had grown and evolved with the city of Rome itself. As the second son, Feli gleefully shirked any of the duties expected of the traditional heir to the Vargas home, choosing instead to wander through the city with his Nonno. Even as a young child, he proved inquisitive and engaging, and was popular among the locals and tourists alike, who were drawn to his sparkling eyes and effervescent charm. He inherited a love of cultures from his Nonno, who had spent most of his life traveling around the world, and would beg tourists to teach him words from their language, to tell him stories of their home. He spent many of his childhood nights, replaying their words in his head, conjuring images of the worlds they described. And in the mornings, he would neglect his studies in favor of more time spent in the plazas, by the great cathedrals, and ancient monuments of former incarnations of his beloved city. From an early age, it was clear what the boy was drawn to, and it was not the cloistered life of an academic. His brother, who was expected to take over as head of the family, was something to be revered in the eyes of little Feliciano. He wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything, not even thunderstorms, and when Feliciano came to him, amber eyes filled with tears, he might have grumbled or scolded Feli, but he never turned him away. He was always willing to let Feli sleep with him, buried under a mountain of blankets to guard against the thunderous Mediterranean storms, he never once hesitated to fight off any of the neighborhood kids who saw Feli as easy prey. For Feli, who never seemed to do anything but cry when confronted, his brother’s indomitable will never ceased to amaze him.
But as they grew older, more and more was expected of his brother, and Feli found himself in need of a friend. He found one in the form of a strange little blonde, whose family had taken up residence right next to the Vargas property. Though they had very different temperaments, Feli quickly grew attached to the boy, and they were soon nearly inseparable, forever sneaking away to venture through the city on their own. For Feli, who had struggled to make friends with children his own age, this was something entirely new. His friend didn’t care about Feliciano’s last name, or whether or not it was entirely appropriate to throw Feli into a fountain, or what either of their parents might say about the shy kisses that were shared in hidden alcoves before they parted for the day. And Feliciano realized that there were bonds that existed outside of family and he realized that he never wanted to lose that kind of bond again.
Not that he had any say in the matter. After nearly a year of companionship, Feliciano once again found himself alone. His mind couldn’t understand it, couldn’t absorb the reality that had came crashing down around him. How could someone so important to him, who had been such a constant in his young life, die? Dying was what happened to distant relatives and grey-haired strangers. Death did not happen to young people and certainly not to ones that important to him. It just wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Feliciano was devastated. For a long time, he lost his thirst for adventure. He rarely ventured beyond the confines of his home, he couldn’t bear to face his beloved city, not with the pale-eyed ghost of his friend haunting every step. His paintings lay unfinished, his toys lay forlorn and forgotten, and his books gathered dust.
Concerned, his Nonno began telling him stories once more, stories of enchanted castles located far far away from their sun-drenched home, where boys and girls learned about fantastic creatures and spells to bend the world to their will. Feliciano grew more and more fascinated with this foreign world, this Hogwarts, and when he began to manifest his powers, it was the only school he would consider. His brother clearly didn’t share his enthusiasm for the school, but Feliciano couldn’t imagine being apart from his brother, not so soon after losing his best friend. And after much cajoling, and quite a few tears on Feli’s part. Both Vargas brothers were enrolled in Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Years 11- Present
Everyone expected Feliciano to be sorted into Gryffindor. After all, he shared the same last name as the man who founded the house. Even Feliciano had taken it for granted that he would be joining the table adorned in scarlet and gold. So when the Sorting hat rested on his head and called out Slytherin, Feliciano was just as confused as the rest of the hall. The Gryffindor table were frozen in mid cheer and a strange hush fell over the school. Feliciano felt his face flush with shame. Slytherin was supposed to be a scary place, home to more Dark Wizards than any other house. It was the rival of the house his ancestor founded. Feli actually felt as though he'd betrayed his own family in that moment. And yet, hearing the cheers rise from the Slytherin table, Feliciano felt the slightest bubble of hope rise in his chest. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad. As he took his seat at the table and felt that claps on the back and the warm words of welcome he couldn't help but think that maybe the rumors weren't as true as he'd thought. The only thing that tugged at him was the idea that he'd be separated from his brother. Because Lovi was the future head of the Vargas family, of course he would go to the house of their ancestor--and yet... No! For the second time, the Great Hall was stunned as a Vargas joined the Slytherin table cheering and calling out his name. And no one cheered louder than Feliciano. Feliciano didn’t care what reputation Slytherin had or how many people thought that he clearly didn’t belong in it, he was with his brother and that was all that mattered.
Life at Hogwarts wasn’t always easy for Feliciano. Though both boys spoke English fluently, Feliciano in particular didn’t always understand the intricate art of sarcasm. Often it was only when his brother started hurling insults in Italian that Feliciano realized that they had been insulting him. Small and docile, he was easy prey for anyone with a bone to pick with the House of Slytherin. The classes themselves were also a mixed bag. He had a natural affinity for spell work and took to classes like Charms and Transfiguration quickly. Divination was another class he picked up quickly, demonstrating a natural affinity for the art. Unlike his brother, Feliciano was always a little scared of the creatures that made up Care of Magical Creatures, and though he liked gardening, he was too easily distracted to be of much use in Herbology. Potions was consistently the worst in Feliciano’s eyes. He understood the idea of them well enough, and left to his own devices he could replicate the recipes easily enough. But he typically fell apart when it came to the practical exams, making silly mistakes and mixing up the names of potions when he was giving answers. All in all he was a mediocre student, and his professors bemoaned that it was his attitude, not his talent that held him back.
But despite any negative aspects of the school, Feliciano still loved Hogwarts. He loved exploring the seemingly endless maze of corridors and speaking with the portraits and ghosts that he came across. He joined the Quidditch team in his third year and though he was by no means a star player, he was agile enough to make for a decent chaser. But more than anything, Feliciano loved having friends. For the first time since he left Rome, Feliciano was finally opening up, finally reaching out to students both in his house and beyond it. He loved having a place to belong, having people who liked him regardless of what his last name was. He liked having people depend on and people who could depend on him.
As he entered his 7th and final year at Hogwarts, Feliciano had no idea what his future held, unlike so many of his classmates, he had no real ambitions, no dreams of life after school. And despite the cautions and concerns of his friends, his family and his brother, Feliciano had no real interest in figuring anything out just yet. The Triwizard tournament promised exciting spectacles and the promise of new faces to meet and new stories to uncover. He had his brother, his friends, and one more year as a student, the last thing he wanted to think about was the future.
The present was more than enough.
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Feli nodded, relieved that she didn’t start yelling at him. He wasn’t sure he could stay upright for it. It was one of the many reasons he liked going to Luci, she’d always been understanding and never one for lectures. It made for such a nice change compared to the others in Feli’s life. He really had to find a way to thank her when he could breath normally and the world stopped spinning so viciously around him. He winced once he heard her demands to see his wounds afterwards, but even he could see when a battle was lost before it had begun and maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to let someone fuss over him for a bit.
“Okay, Luci… I’ll try to be quick,” he said with a smile, using his hand to prop himself on the sink “Don’t worry, you won’t have to come rescue me. I promise!”
It was only when she finally left him to his own devices that he finally relaxed, slumping as he limped over to the shower to turn it on. He was very lucky to have escaped with such minor injuries and he knew it. But his whole body felt like one giant wound and he knew the morning was not going to be kind to him. He could only hope Luci would let him camp out on her couch for the day. He had done his best not to rely on the girl too much, and especially when his wounds were too severe—despite the tough act she put on, he wasn’t sure she’d handle some of his worse battle scars. But still… it was nice to have someone to care for him. Feli sank into the tub, too tired to stand as the hot water poured over his chilled and aching body.
He had so little of that in his life it seemed. People who genuinely cared about them. People liked him, sure, but he was a fleeting pleasure at best. Just ask Saddi, or Gil…. He was an object of fascination, of amusement, a passing fancy. People all too often forgot about him, craved something more than a pretty face. And of course, Feli had no choice but to encourage such actions. No one could stay that close. Not unless he wanted them figure out just what Feli got into behind closed doors. Feliciano shivered despite the near scalding water. No. It wasn’t safe to have long lasting relationships. Even Luci… deep down Feliciano knew he’d have to pull away, to disappear from her life just as quickly as he’d appeared in it. Not that he wanted to. She was so kind (in her own way) and Feli was just so starved for any sign of attachment. To know that someone was waiting for him. That someone would remember him. She was the closest thing Feli had to a home at the moment. But every time he came her, he put her at risk. All it would take would be one set of eyes, working for the wrong family and Luci would—
Feli shook his head, slowly washing the blood from his body. He always got so paranoid after a case. Nothing had happened yet and besides, he’d been doing this long enough to know how to eliminate any loose ends. There was a reason his identity had remained so secretive for so long. A part of him still worried, still cautioned that he should cut off his ties to Luci while he was still able to, but Feli quickly dismissed that. He knew he was being selfish, but deep down, he wasn’t sure he could go back to being so alone. Just the thought made him sick.
With a groan, Feli got to his feet and turned off the shower. Toweling himself off presented more of a challenge than he’d imagined and changing into fresh clothes even more so. Feli overbalanced as he tried to tug on the oversized pajama pants she’d left for him, sending him crashing into the wall with a sharp cry as the impact sent a shock of pain through his ribs. He took a couple of shallow breaths before pulling on the rest of his clothes and stepping outside to find the closest thing to security he had in this world.
"See? I’m still conscious! No ax-wielding required.” He said with a bit more pep to his voice than before. His hair was still streaming water, but some color had returned to his cheeks. “I feel so much better! How about I make us some food and we can curl up and watch tv? That sounds good, no?” He wanted her to stop looking at him with such worried eyes, but more than that. For just tonight, he wanted to pretend that he wasn’t so utterly alone.
“Okay, Luci… I’ll try to be quick,” he said with a smile, using his hand to prop himself on the sink “Don’t worry, you won’t have to come rescue me. I promise!”
It was only when she finally left him to his own devices that he finally relaxed, slumping as he limped over to the shower to turn it on. He was very lucky to have escaped with such minor injuries and he knew it. But his whole body felt like one giant wound and he knew the morning was not going to be kind to him. He could only hope Luci would let him camp out on her couch for the day. He had done his best not to rely on the girl too much, and especially when his wounds were too severe—despite the tough act she put on, he wasn’t sure she’d handle some of his worse battle scars. But still… it was nice to have someone to care for him. Feli sank into the tub, too tired to stand as the hot water poured over his chilled and aching body.
He had so little of that in his life it seemed. People who genuinely cared about them. People liked him, sure, but he was a fleeting pleasure at best. Just ask Saddi, or Gil…. He was an object of fascination, of amusement, a passing fancy. People all too often forgot about him, craved something more than a pretty face. And of course, Feli had no choice but to encourage such actions. No one could stay that close. Not unless he wanted them figure out just what Feli got into behind closed doors. Feliciano shivered despite the near scalding water. No. It wasn’t safe to have long lasting relationships. Even Luci… deep down Feliciano knew he’d have to pull away, to disappear from her life just as quickly as he’d appeared in it. Not that he wanted to. She was so kind (in her own way) and Feli was just so starved for any sign of attachment. To know that someone was waiting for him. That someone would remember him. She was the closest thing Feli had to a home at the moment. But every time he came her, he put her at risk. All it would take would be one set of eyes, working for the wrong family and Luci would—
Feli shook his head, slowly washing the blood from his body. He always got so paranoid after a case. Nothing had happened yet and besides, he’d been doing this long enough to know how to eliminate any loose ends. There was a reason his identity had remained so secretive for so long. A part of him still worried, still cautioned that he should cut off his ties to Luci while he was still able to, but Feli quickly dismissed that. He knew he was being selfish, but deep down, he wasn’t sure he could go back to being so alone. Just the thought made him sick.
With a groan, Feli got to his feet and turned off the shower. Toweling himself off presented more of a challenge than he’d imagined and changing into fresh clothes even more so. Feli overbalanced as he tried to tug on the oversized pajama pants she’d left for him, sending him crashing into the wall with a sharp cry as the impact sent a shock of pain through his ribs. He took a couple of shallow breaths before pulling on the rest of his clothes and stepping outside to find the closest thing to security he had in this world.
"See? I’m still conscious! No ax-wielding required.” He said with a bit more pep to his voice than before. His hair was still streaming water, but some color had returned to his cheeks. “I feel so much better! How about I make us some food and we can curl up and watch tv? That sounds good, no?” He wanted her to stop looking at him with such worried eyes, but more than that. For just tonight, he wanted to pretend that he wasn’t so utterly alone.
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Wand | |
Unicorn Hair | Hawthorne |
12 1/4 Inches | Slightly springy |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
Charms | Care oF Magical creatures |
Familiar | Patronus |
Tabby Cat | Fennec Fox |
Feliciano Vargas from Hetalia | |
Kat | |
