Northern Italy Application

by Guest Thu 10 Nov - 3:02

Name: Feliciano Vargas
Country representing: Northern Italy
Age: 22
Student or teacher?: Either the new Art teacher (if that job is still available or just a normal student who’s been going there for many years!)
Personality (mostly to see your characterization): A easily excitable young man, but also sensitive. He’s quite caring and although gets himself in trouble here and there, he tries his best not to be a burden, and to help other’s as best he can. A bit lazy, enjoying taking a nap anytime he gets the chance.. Even if he’s found dozing off at his desk, which many of his students can attest to. He really enjoys teaching art to others, as he himself is very active in the art community. Cooking is another one of his hobbies, while he also enjoys music- really a true renaissance man, if you could call him that. A smiley one as well, always doing his best to stay cheery, and prepared for whatever is to come his way—though he can sometimes be turned in a new direction, to which he does his best.. With the help of some close friends. ((Please know, I play Feliciano close to canon but, I play him as an Italian, best I can aswell. This means, he doesn’t go around saying “Veeee” or talking randomly in Japanese. (ex: Doitsu!) I do like to throw in my Italian when he speaks, but I’ll be sure to write what he’s saying after (ex: Ciao! Hello Alfred! Etc,.)
Roleplay sample (minimum 200 words):
A fresh set of eyes was just what the school board needed, specifically for art that is. Programs for art, music, theatre, and even gym, seemed to be dropping at an exponential rate, to which this Italian didn’t take to well. Art had always been such an important part of his life, whether it be his own creations or seeing the creations of others. He had always loved it and enjoyed every bit of it. Knowing that so many schools and academies had a difficult time keeping up, he knew it was his job to become an art teacher, someone who would be able to give back so much that he received. Of course, his dream of finding the student, one that required all the nurturing and guidance he was willing to give. Just being able to make a difference in a persons life like that- the thought made him smile somehow.
As he approached his new desk, he let go of the small cardboard box, harboring a few picture frames, papers, notebooks and sketchpads, as well as a large array of pencils, some stubby and others nicely pointed. The chestnut wood desk was large in size, as Feliciano himself was very pleased with the room he’d been provided. Since he would be to teach regular drawing and painting classes, as well as sculpture and design courses, they decided to give him a larger room, one he would be able to do this, that and more with. He was truly eager, now only counting down the hours till his first class the following day. His first step out of the gates of college, he was prepared, best he could be, for the students. Eyes scanned across the empty stools, metal shining, since this room had been a new installment for the building. And he’d be the first to break everything in. The clattering of teeth resounded through the room, an echo present as he took a step forward, imagining the curious and excited students to sit in these seats. It would be hard to find someone, even a third as thrilled as this Italian was.