Feliciano Vargas

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Assigned Name: Bambini
Actual Name: Feliciano Vargas
Physical Age: Looks 16-18
Country of Origin: Italy
Creation Date: ???
Model: ???

Appearance: Feliciano is physically a very youthful-looking young man, around 152 cm in height and roughly 133 pounds in weight. He is also very beautiful, one might compare him to the old, Roman-style faces that are often depicted in cameo stones, plump cheeks, button nose, delicate lips, and wavy to slightly curled hair. One such curl sticks out from the left side of his hair and up, with a delightful little sweep to it. His skin is naturally very fair, and his body is oddly enough devoid of hair, save for the hair on his head and his eyebrows, a side effect of his transformation. The curl, when tugged, triggers a rush of sensation that to him is very enjoyable, usually making him blush and his circuits momentarily go haywire, it is perhaps the result of faulty wiring. Feli’s hair color ranges in shades of brown to a dark auburn, and his eyes, when visible, are the exact shade of an amber stone. His body is very lithe and slender, though it is never made clear if he works out or not, in fact, he seems a tad lazy and prefers to nap in the sun and drink well-fermented wine. There is no visible barcode or charger, leading most people to believe him to be human.

Strengths
[x] Kindness
[x] Cooking
[x] Artistic
[x] Musically inclined
[x] Clay works
[x] Creativity

Weaknesses
[x] Gullible
[x] Easily manipulated
[x] Lazy
[x] A tad cowardly, he would rather run than fight
[x] Gives up easily
[x] A VERY picky eater
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Personality:
Feliciano is, at first glance, a very passive young man. When one gets to know him better, they would find him to be cowardly and a tad weak, though this may be a side effect from his sheltered life.
He is very kind, however. He finds all organic life beautiful and will often stop to admire the tiniest things, such as a bug on a leaf. He has a knack for cooking, art, pottery, sculpting, singing, and dancing. He is also very amorous, though he has never had sex, and flirts often, but never pursues anyone, knowing himself to be unable to produce children to carry on his family name.

He is a poor fighter, and bruises like.. well, a tomato.

History: Feliciano was the son of a wealthy engineer who built bots. His childhood was like any other child’s who was born in a well-to-do family, spoiled and happy. His mother was a Greek woman who died giving birth to him, thus making his older brother hate him, as if it was his fault.

His life was spent in Verona, Italy with his father, who doted on both he and his brother, they played with a neighboring French boy and his Germanic friend, who showed signs of having a crush on young Feliciano, because the Italian tended to dress like a girl. The Germanic boy disappeared just when they were starting to realize how much they cared about each other.

Despite his healthy diet, Feliciano was never a strong boy. In fact, he was very weak. He was pale, spindly, and a tad anemic. This condition would only worsen as he got older. It developed into cancer by the time he was 16. His father was very distressed and watched as his son slowly withered away.

Feliciano did not want to die. He was very frightened and scared, and suggested right away that he be made into a bot when he learned that he had only a week left to live. He was very cowardly and did not know the potential danger that it posed to turn him into a bot on such short notice. But it was done.

Solar panels were woven into his skin, his system was redone with a technology unknown to most bot makers, he was left without a bar-code and a charger, so he was forced to rely on his solar/food/liquid fuel sources.

He outlived his father, appearing to be an eternal teenager as his family died around him, his brother was rumored to have the same cancer, but he vanished when his brother was diagnosed.

He now runs the family business.


Notes about his unknown bot model:

+His bot model is unknown, he is rumored to have been the son of an older Italian man. He contracted a disease and was near death when the decision was made to convert him into an ultra-realistic bot with no visible charger and no bar-code. His power comes from a combination of solar, the consumption of wine and some other types of alcohol, and copious amounts of food. However, the last power source requires that he eat a great deal of food, which is quickly converted into fuel for his body; he usual eats 50 times a day if he chooses to work with only food-fuel. The best form of food fuel is pastas and fatty meats
+His hair curl is the result of faulty wiring, it would lay flat if the wiring was correct. Being tugged causes him to short circuit a bit and causes interesting things to happen to certain regions of his body.
+His body is hairless, due to the treatments for his disease making his hair fall out. His hair is artificial and is said to work as a solar power
+His body IS capable of feeling pleasure, and while sexual intercourse is possible, he is unable to produce children.

RP Sample:

He opened his eyes.

But he did not open his eyes.

He saw through them.

Through his eyelids. Through the veins and skin and membranes, he could see the faint blue and red weaving spider webs across the thin strip of muscle and the delicate feathering of his eyelashes. Then he opened his eyes.

He was in the ICU of the local hospital, there were lights. Lights. Bright, burning bulbs, he could hear them humming with power, like the buzzing of bees or the faint sound of a chainsaw. Everything seemed louder, brighter, more offensive to his nose.. He didn’t like it. He sat up, and within him felt his bones creak. But it was not a creak as one might expect from organic material. It was the cold, metallic creak of iron. He looked at his arms, they were flushed with color and life, he had never seen his skin so alive.. It fascinated him. He touched himself all over.

He was warm, so warm.. like a small sun, almost. He wished he could see himself in a mirror. He was alive.
Alive.
ALIVE.

And yet, though all the warmth, through all the joy; he felt his heart go cold..

Cold as metal.

:ooc information:

Name: Leona Nichols
Age: 19
Time Zone (GMT +/-): GMT -8
Experience: HetaliaX, CSItalia, Hetalia Psyhcosis, High Schooltalia
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