Post by Spain on Feb 4, 2013 17:54:08 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Spain [Antonio Fernandez Carriedo] [NOTE: Typically goes by Anton]
Gender: Male
Appearance: [[because I feel like being detailed]]
Physical age is 24. Around 5' 8" or 173 cm and pretty light due to not eating much and having a high metabolism. Has an athletic build, medium frame that's more feminine than he would like. Skin is a Mediterranean Tan that is pockmarked on his back by several scars which are diagrammed if you want to look at them. Though for RPing purposes, simply mentioning a few whip scars, the brand of the English seal, other burn on his neck and the name ARTHUR across his shoulders are enough and they disfigure what once was an intricate cross tattoo stretching from by back of his neck to his tailbone, then spreading across his shoulder blades. There's Latin prayers intertwined in the design but they're illegible due to the scars. Thick, brown (almost black) hair that's so wavy that it's almost curly. His eyes are bright green flecked with gold and they sometimes appear as if they're "soft" or "caring". He prefers his clothing nice and loose, comfort his key. The only thing he has to be picky about is the sleeves. He can't have anything going past his elbows or he gets panicky. He leans towards warm colors for shirts and khaki or black for his pants. However, he knows that he has to wear specifics for the expeditions and how angry England gets when his clothes aren't tight enough but he tends to make sure that he's not going to have a panic attack simply by having the wrong clothes.
Personality [BE READY THIS IS GONNA BE LONG]:
- He's generally cheerful and laid back, being like a father- or older brother-figure to most nations and having natural "motherly instincts" as well, but be warned: he hides a dark secret. Basically he has another personality named Azazel. Read the next bullet for more information.
- NOTE THAT WHILE THIS DOES APPLY, HE HAS A TON OF SELF-CONTROL, KNOWS HOW TO CALM HIMSELF DOWN AND HAS THE PATIENCE OF A THOUSAND SAINTS. HE IS NOT GOING TO FLIP-FLOP BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN PERSONALITIES. ONLY CERTAIN TRIGGERS AND CERTAIN AMOUNTS OF TRIGGERS WILL CAUSE HIM TO SWITCH. SWITCHING IS A RARE EVENT SO THIS IS MORE OF A WARNING THAN ANYTHING. Antonio should be diagnosed with Dissasociative Identity Disorder. Should, but isn't officially.
During the time when he was captured, obviously a lot happened to him and he couldn't deal with all of it. He was weak, lost, lonely and most of all: scared. That sheer terror that he felt festered and grew until he absolutely needed a defense mechanism to prevent that fear from growing anymore. That defense mechanism gave rise to "his other half" - the violent, insane, power-hungry opposite personality named Azazel who only appears when he's very scared, very angry, or just can't deal with the world anymore.
There's no way to predict exactly when he will snap fully. But if he starts telling you not to follow him, you better listen.
- He's very passionate about those he cares about and knows how to make life miserable for those who harm those he loves. He can flip-flop between a mother bear, a mother hen, and a very, VERY angry father.
- He's self-conscious about his scars, so he refuses to let anyone see him with his shirt off. There are special cases, however. Francis knows about his scars so he's fine around him. He'll be willing to make an exception with specific medics, but he'll be very, very hesitant to explain how he got them, even though it's not that big of a jump.
- He tends to be a clingy at times, even if he seems emotionally distant. He's also very friendly and personable, and enjoys playing guitar, cooking and working in the greenhouse gardens.
- He's scared of anyone breaking his trust so he only confides in a certain amount of people. There's different levels of trust, actually and it can be broken down into clear levels. E Level is the lowest and is reserved for England (oddly enough, no. It's not named for him) and those who he just simply doesn't feel he can trust with even his basic emotions. D Level is a little better (around America's level) and he'll open up about his emotions if given enough prodding. C is a little better and he may open up about his past if he feels the time is right and is pretty much where everyone else is. B is for his friends and means you have a higher chance of getting him to talk about his past and duh you get to know instantly if he's not feeilng well. A is special. That's reserved for Francis only right now. Become his lover and gain all of his trust possible and you're on A level.
- Anton has about the flexibility of a rock. He doesn't understand why or how someone can bend their body like that, but he'd rather stick with cross country running and the little parkour he knows from France.
- He's severely claustrophobic and can't stand the mere thought of being bound either.
- Anton is ridiculously childish sometimes. He'll pout if he doesn't get his way, ignore people when they tell him something and just all-around not act his age. He claims it's because "it's not fun being mature if you don't have to" and is also why he's really good with kids and younger nations.
- He has this thing when he speaks English where he throws in as much Spanish as possible. Whether it be to annoy England/America when he talks or what, no one knows. He just does it because.
Common things he'll throw into English conversation include:
- Antonio might not look it, but he has attempted suicide more times than he can count. He’s also self-harmed many times before. However, he has no scars from those because they weren’t particularly traumatizing. He hates the thought of anyone killing themselves. He doesn’t want to accept the fact that anyone would want to try and get out that way. Until he remembers he’s done the same several times over the course of his history, each in a different way.
- Anton generally smells like wood, sweets, cinnamon and spices, and all-around earthiness.
- Spain tends to freak out at the littlest things due to his high anxiety level. He’s always worrying about others, his work, himself, everything. He feels he has to be perfect or he’s worthless, so if something isn’t right, he will freak out and get really frustrated. When it comes to making something, he gets frustrated really easily if he makes a mistake, so he tries to do it as slowly and as calculated as possible so there’s no room for error. He’s also very competitive, which really doesn’t help with his anxiety. Since he's always been like this, he has no "control" or anything to compare his anxiety to, so he won't notice if he seems more on edge than someone else. Of course, he’s calm a vast majority of the time, but when he starts working on something, that’s when things have to be perfect. This also explains why whenever he messes up something minor, he has to apologize and explain himself. He claims it’s out of habit, which it partly is, but it’s also because of the anxiety and the pressure to be perfect. There’s no specific moment or trigger that caused this; it started mostly around the time when Rome controlled him. Hispania Citerior and Ulterior were “colonized” and were used for training the military. A vast, vast majority of the Roman military was stationed and trained there. As such, he’s always striven for perfection (due to the influence of the military) and also because he wanted Rome’s approval. He only admired him for his military prowess, but since he was used for the military, he wanted that little bit of approval. After that was trying to be better than his brother, better than England, better than everyone. He had to be the best, or he would be forgotten and made worthless. Not to mention that if he didn’t meet with his captor’s expectations, he’d be severely punished in a physical and emotional way. This is his basic mindset: perfection = good. anything less = horrible failure with no hope of forgiveness.
Relations with other chars:
Romano - eh, friendlyish? They don't hate each other, but it seems Antonio is the only one that likes the other in their relationship.
Belgium - omfg cutie he adores her like a little sister
Netherlands - Same with Romano only more violence and hatred is involved.
England - okay, seems like he likes him, not really. Well, that's not true. He likes him with a steadily rising 66% of his soul. The rest is still lingering blame, hate, and also fear left over from his past.
America - Back and forth and back and forth. One minute he likes this kid and the next he wants to throw him off a rooftop.
France - nothing could separate these two. He loves him more than a brother and as of now less than a lover. He knows he can run to him for anything and everything without being judged.
Prussia - Although they're friends, he hates how egoistical he is. It's one of the traits he DESPISES in a person.
Special abilities: Very nimble and light on his feet due to centuries of bullfighting; can also make split-second decisions easily due to that as well.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Preferably his ax but he also does well with a rapier just in case he needs to be a little closer.
Long range weapon of choice: Double-barrel shotgun. You can't pry him away from that.
Duty position of your choice: Groundskeeper
Bunk of choice: Doesn't care. He'll take anything that's open.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: [Taken from my drabble I put up on Tumblr~]
Antonio’s hands were shaking and he could hear the dull thud of his head hitting the ground, the pain being overshadowed by something else and the sound muffled by the high-pitched ringing in his ears.
And Sadik’s frantic, panicked shouts.
“Anton! Anton, Allah, stay wit me!”
He barely registered being wrapped in the other’s arms as a strange pool of warmth spread out from his stomach and soaking his white suit a deep crimson wherever it went.
“Lo siento, Sadik-” He coughed, some blood trickling down the side of his mouth and dripping onto his collar. “It looks like… this is it.”
“No! It’s not!” Sadik’s honey eyes, once filled with joy and happiness instead were wild with grief, fear and anxiousness. Today was supposed to be a day filled with love and utmost joy, not death. He pressed a hand to Antonio’s gunshot wound, bleeding more with every second. “You’ll be fine! Jus’- Jus’ stay wit me!”
Even in his dying moments, he was smiling softly like he always did when he was looking at his lover and newlywed husband.
“No… it is.” He took a deep breath, completely at peace with his morbid fate. “Goodbye, Sadik. It looks like it’s my turn to meet our maker…” He closed his slowly glazing green eyes, only one renegade tear falling.
This… This was absolute nonsense to him! He REFUSED to let Death pry his Antonio away from him! Not now, not ever! Not if he had a say in it! “Don’t- Don’t say goodbye! This isn’t the end, do ya hear me?!”
Antonio shook his head, reopening his eyes slowly and even though it pained him to do so, he gently traced the now crying Turk’s cheek. “If not goodbye… then see you later.” He paused, his eyes suddenly becoming unfocused and his hand dropping to his side. “Sadik…” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I'll see you again… Stay strong for me.”
Even though he hated this - he hated everything about this - Sadik gripped Antonio tightly with one arm and used the other to hold onto his hand, squeezing it lightly and speaking tenderly in his ear. The least he could do was make sure he was comfortable in his dying hour. “I will. I love you, Antonio.”
“I love you too, Sadik… Till death do us part.” A gentle, serene smile tugged on his lips and he went limp, never to move again and the smile ever-present in his eternal slumber.
“Till death do us part…” The one left behind echoed hollowly, letting the tears flow even more now and gently kissing his forehead, oblivious to the sirens and flashing lights arriving now, concentrating solely on the caving hole in his heart and the once shining and brightly optimistic angel sleeping in his arms, never to wake up again.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Welcome back :U"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Hi~ Call me Anton~ uwu/ I'm still pretty novice (even if I've been using him since around March, I think?) and I ADORE history, languages, the humanities and Chemistry. I love this idea and hope to fit in well~! ^^
Pairing friendly?: Basically I tolerate everything. Granted I'm not overly fond GerIta, Spamano, yuri or incest, but whatever. You guys can ship it I really don't care. :'D I'm willing to RP SpaTurk, Frain and Spapan (in that order)~ uwu/
Personal note to anyone reading your application: HI EVERYONE AGAIN. I CAVED IN AND REDID THIS APP. I mean, after a long thought process (and TFN spazzing out one too many times) and well... consulting with my muse as well, Anton and I have decided to come back with a fresh start~ ^u^ So much happened to him here before and we felt that it'd be best to start fresh. Sorry if I scared anyone with being new and all. :'D Did I do a good job? (Yes, it is I~ The old Spain~)
Name: Spain [Antonio Fernandez Carriedo] [NOTE: Typically goes by Anton]
Gender: Male
Appearance: [[because I feel like being detailed]]
Physical age is 24. Around 5' 8" or 173 cm and pretty light due to not eating much and having a high metabolism. Has an athletic build, medium frame that's more feminine than he would like. Skin is a Mediterranean Tan that is pockmarked on his back by several scars which are diagrammed if you want to look at them. Though for RPing purposes, simply mentioning a few whip scars, the brand of the English seal, other burn on his neck and the name ARTHUR across his shoulders are enough and they disfigure what once was an intricate cross tattoo stretching from by back of his neck to his tailbone, then spreading across his shoulder blades. There's Latin prayers intertwined in the design but they're illegible due to the scars. Thick, brown (almost black) hair that's so wavy that it's almost curly. His eyes are bright green flecked with gold and they sometimes appear as if they're "soft" or "caring". He prefers his clothing nice and loose, comfort his key. The only thing he has to be picky about is the sleeves. He can't have anything going past his elbows or he gets panicky. He leans towards warm colors for shirts and khaki or black for his pants. However, he knows that he has to wear specifics for the expeditions and how angry England gets when his clothes aren't tight enough but he tends to make sure that he's not going to have a panic attack simply by having the wrong clothes.
Personality [BE READY THIS IS GONNA BE LONG]:
- He's generally cheerful and laid back, being like a father- or older brother-figure to most nations and having natural "motherly instincts" as well, but be warned: he hides a dark secret. Basically he has another personality named Azazel. Read the next bullet for more information.
- NOTE THAT WHILE THIS DOES APPLY, HE HAS A TON OF SELF-CONTROL, KNOWS HOW TO CALM HIMSELF DOWN AND HAS THE PATIENCE OF A THOUSAND SAINTS. HE IS NOT GOING TO FLIP-FLOP BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN PERSONALITIES. ONLY CERTAIN TRIGGERS AND CERTAIN AMOUNTS OF TRIGGERS WILL CAUSE HIM TO SWITCH. SWITCHING IS A RARE EVENT SO THIS IS MORE OF A WARNING THAN ANYTHING. Antonio should be diagnosed with Dissasociative Identity Disorder. Should, but isn't officially.
During the time when he was captured, obviously a lot happened to him and he couldn't deal with all of it. He was weak, lost, lonely and most of all: scared. That sheer terror that he felt festered and grew until he absolutely needed a defense mechanism to prevent that fear from growing anymore. That defense mechanism gave rise to "his other half" - the violent, insane, power-hungry opposite personality named Azazel who only appears when he's very scared, very angry, or just can't deal with the world anymore.
There's no way to predict exactly when he will snap fully. But if he starts telling you not to follow him, you better listen.
- He's very passionate about those he cares about and knows how to make life miserable for those who harm those he loves. He can flip-flop between a mother bear, a mother hen, and a very, VERY angry father.
- He's self-conscious about his scars, so he refuses to let anyone see him with his shirt off. There are special cases, however. Francis knows about his scars so he's fine around him. He'll be willing to make an exception with specific medics, but he'll be very, very hesitant to explain how he got them, even though it's not that big of a jump.
- He tends to be a clingy at times, even if he seems emotionally distant. He's also very friendly and personable, and enjoys playing guitar, cooking and working in the greenhouse gardens.
- He's scared of anyone breaking his trust so he only confides in a certain amount of people. There's different levels of trust, actually and it can be broken down into clear levels. E Level is the lowest and is reserved for England (oddly enough, no. It's not named for him) and those who he just simply doesn't feel he can trust with even his basic emotions. D Level is a little better (around America's level) and he'll open up about his emotions if given enough prodding. C is a little better and he may open up about his past if he feels the time is right and is pretty much where everyone else is. B is for his friends and means you have a higher chance of getting him to talk about his past and duh you get to know instantly if he's not feeilng well. A is special. That's reserved for Francis only right now. Become his lover and gain all of his trust possible and you're on A level.
- Anton has about the flexibility of a rock. He doesn't understand why or how someone can bend their body like that, but he'd rather stick with cross country running and the little parkour he knows from France.
- He's severely claustrophobic and can't stand the mere thought of being bound either.
- Anton is ridiculously childish sometimes. He'll pout if he doesn't get his way, ignore people when they tell him something and just all-around not act his age. He claims it's because "it's not fun being mature if you don't have to" and is also why he's really good with kids and younger nations.
- He has this thing when he speaks English where he throws in as much Spanish as possible. Whether it be to annoy England/America when he talks or what, no one knows. He just does it because.
Common things he'll throw into English conversation include:
- Ending sentences with "verdad?" as a way of affirming something. [such as "You like pasta cooked this way, verdad?] It's similar to "blah blah blah, right?"
- Instead of saying "yes" he'll say "si". ["no" is the same in both languages]
- "So _______" or "How _______" in Spanish ["How cute!” is “Que lindo~!” and a common phrase of his; “So cold!” is “Tan frío!” and is another common one in the winter]
- “Espera” which is the equivalent of “Hold on a minute” or “Wait a second”
- "Dios Mio!" or "My God!" [His version of "oh my God" is "Ay, dios mio!" for the record]
- Question words "¿Que?" and "¿Por que?" being the most common [“What?” and "Why?” respectively]
- “Gracias” and “de nada” [thank you and you're welcome]
- “no pasa nada” or “no problem”
- Short phrases like “Good job!” or “Are you ready?”
- Pet names or nicknames like "tesoro" [treasure], "cariño" [dearie], "niñita/o" [little girl/boy], "corazón" [heart], etc. Note that he'll reserve certain ones for certain people [tesoro/corazón/cara/amor are saved for his lover; cariño is saved for a crush; niñita/o is saved for those he views as his younger siblings or perhaps son or daughter depending on who they are to him]
- "Que tal?" which is essentially "What's up?"
- Basic things like "amigo/a" [male friend/female friend], "amiguito/a" [little male friend/little female friend], "hermano/a" [brother/sister], etc.
- Antonio might not look it, but he has attempted suicide more times than he can count. He’s also self-harmed many times before. However, he has no scars from those because they weren’t particularly traumatizing. He hates the thought of anyone killing themselves. He doesn’t want to accept the fact that anyone would want to try and get out that way. Until he remembers he’s done the same several times over the course of his history, each in a different way.
- Anton generally smells like wood, sweets, cinnamon and spices, and all-around earthiness.
- Spain tends to freak out at the littlest things due to his high anxiety level. He’s always worrying about others, his work, himself, everything. He feels he has to be perfect or he’s worthless, so if something isn’t right, he will freak out and get really frustrated. When it comes to making something, he gets frustrated really easily if he makes a mistake, so he tries to do it as slowly and as calculated as possible so there’s no room for error. He’s also very competitive, which really doesn’t help with his anxiety. Since he's always been like this, he has no "control" or anything to compare his anxiety to, so he won't notice if he seems more on edge than someone else. Of course, he’s calm a vast majority of the time, but when he starts working on something, that’s when things have to be perfect. This also explains why whenever he messes up something minor, he has to apologize and explain himself. He claims it’s out of habit, which it partly is, but it’s also because of the anxiety and the pressure to be perfect. There’s no specific moment or trigger that caused this; it started mostly around the time when Rome controlled him. Hispania Citerior and Ulterior were “colonized” and were used for training the military. A vast, vast majority of the Roman military was stationed and trained there. As such, he’s always striven for perfection (due to the influence of the military) and also because he wanted Rome’s approval. He only admired him for his military prowess, but since he was used for the military, he wanted that little bit of approval. After that was trying to be better than his brother, better than England, better than everyone. He had to be the best, or he would be forgotten and made worthless. Not to mention that if he didn’t meet with his captor’s expectations, he’d be severely punished in a physical and emotional way. This is his basic mindset: perfection = good. anything less = horrible failure with no hope of forgiveness.
Relations with other chars:
Romano - eh, friendlyish? They don't hate each other, but it seems Antonio is the only one that likes the other in their relationship.
Belgium - omfg cutie he adores her like a little sister
Netherlands - Same with Romano only more violence and hatred is involved.
England - okay, seems like he likes him, not really. Well, that's not true. He likes him with a steadily rising 66% of his soul. The rest is still lingering blame, hate, and also fear left over from his past.
America - Back and forth and back and forth. One minute he likes this kid and the next he wants to throw him off a rooftop.
France - nothing could separate these two. He loves him more than a brother and as of now less than a lover. He knows he can run to him for anything and everything without being judged.
Prussia - Although they're friends, he hates how egoistical he is. It's one of the traits he DESPISES in a person.
Special abilities: Very nimble and light on his feet due to centuries of bullfighting; can also make split-second decisions easily due to that as well.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Preferably his ax but he also does well with a rapier just in case he needs to be a little closer.
Long range weapon of choice: Double-barrel shotgun. You can't pry him away from that.
Duty position of your choice: Groundskeeper
Bunk of choice: Doesn't care. He'll take anything that's open.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: [Taken from my drabble I put up on Tumblr~]
Antonio’s hands were shaking and he could hear the dull thud of his head hitting the ground, the pain being overshadowed by something else and the sound muffled by the high-pitched ringing in his ears.
And Sadik’s frantic, panicked shouts.
“Anton! Anton, Allah, stay wit me!”
He barely registered being wrapped in the other’s arms as a strange pool of warmth spread out from his stomach and soaking his white suit a deep crimson wherever it went.
“Lo siento, Sadik-” He coughed, some blood trickling down the side of his mouth and dripping onto his collar. “It looks like… this is it.”
“No! It’s not!” Sadik’s honey eyes, once filled with joy and happiness instead were wild with grief, fear and anxiousness. Today was supposed to be a day filled with love and utmost joy, not death. He pressed a hand to Antonio’s gunshot wound, bleeding more with every second. “You’ll be fine! Jus’- Jus’ stay wit me!”
Even in his dying moments, he was smiling softly like he always did when he was looking at his lover and newlywed husband.
“No… it is.” He took a deep breath, completely at peace with his morbid fate. “Goodbye, Sadik. It looks like it’s my turn to meet our maker…” He closed his slowly glazing green eyes, only one renegade tear falling.
This… This was absolute nonsense to him! He REFUSED to let Death pry his Antonio away from him! Not now, not ever! Not if he had a say in it! “Don’t- Don’t say goodbye! This isn’t the end, do ya hear me?!”
Antonio shook his head, reopening his eyes slowly and even though it pained him to do so, he gently traced the now crying Turk’s cheek. “If not goodbye… then see you later.” He paused, his eyes suddenly becoming unfocused and his hand dropping to his side. “Sadik…” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I'll see you again… Stay strong for me.”
Even though he hated this - he hated everything about this - Sadik gripped Antonio tightly with one arm and used the other to hold onto his hand, squeezing it lightly and speaking tenderly in his ear. The least he could do was make sure he was comfortable in his dying hour. “I will. I love you, Antonio.”
“I love you too, Sadik… Till death do us part.” A gentle, serene smile tugged on his lips and he went limp, never to move again and the smile ever-present in his eternal slumber.
“Till death do us part…” The one left behind echoed hollowly, letting the tears flow even more now and gently kissing his forehead, oblivious to the sirens and flashing lights arriving now, concentrating solely on the caving hole in his heart and the once shining and brightly optimistic angel sleeping in his arms, never to wake up again.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Welcome back :U"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Hi~ Call me Anton~ uwu/ I'm still pretty novice (even if I've been using him since around March, I think?) and I ADORE history, languages, the humanities and Chemistry. I love this idea and hope to fit in well~! ^^
Pairing friendly?: Basically I tolerate everything. Granted I'm not overly fond GerIta, Spamano, yuri or incest, but whatever. You guys can ship it I really don't care. :'D I'm willing to RP SpaTurk, Frain and Spapan (in that order)~ uwu/
Personal note to anyone reading your application: HI EVERYONE AGAIN. I CAVED IN AND REDID THIS APP. I mean, after a long thought process (and TFN spazzing out one too many times) and well... consulting with my muse as well, Anton and I have decided to come back with a fresh start~ ^u^ So much happened to him here before and we felt that it'd be best to start fresh. Sorry if I scared anyone with being new and all. :'D Did I do a good job? (Yes, it is I~ The old Spain~)