Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Aug 9, 2010 18:25:20 GMT -5
{ANYWAY, everyone else had written so much, and I felt bad, so here's my own personal redo ; D}
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
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Well, usually people call me Toni, but you can call me whatever you want! I mean, people have called me Toto, Ant, Tonio, tomato bastard... I’ll reply to anything, really! Why, did you have a specific nickname in mind, Mr. Survery-man?
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
I am a boy! Well, last time I che-- No, I’m a boy. I know because this one time, I was gonna go to the bathroom, right? And there were two bathrooms, so I went into one but I heard this loud scream and it scared me!! And then this girl came out of nowhere and slapped me! It was very rude but I forgave her since she’s a girl. ANYWAY, she said boys weren’t allowed in the girls’ bathroom and kicked me out. That was in... Sixth grade. /nods/ So yes! Boy.
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
I am 20 years old! 21 in February. We’re gonna have a party!! A big one, with balloons and cake but no clowns because some of my friends hate clowns. I don’t know my astrological sign, but I hope it’s something cute! Like a turtle! That’s a sign, right? For my birthday, I’m gonna go to the aquarium. You’re invited, if you wanna come! Elise, my daughter (she’s a turtle, but we don’t love her any less for being different), will go too, so you can meet her. But be careful, she has her father’s temper.
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
A-ah? Gracias! I’m not really all that fit. Gilbert and I ha-... Exercise a lot together. And I have a job at a cafe so I walk a lot there. Huh... What else? I guess... I dance! I dance a lot. I used to take lots of classes for Tango and Rumba, as well as Salsa. Latin dance, mostly. And... And I like to swim a lot! Swimming is so fun, especially when it’s hot out.
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
George Clooney? ¿Es verdad? Ay, I have to tell Gilbert. He likes him a lot!
I... I like both! Girls are super pretty and very soft, but guys make me feel safe and special. I guess it depends on the situation. I really only like one person right now though, and he’s a guy. I could go for either though, if I didn’t have a significant other. But I do. So. /Smiles!!/
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
Eh? Well, I like pretty much anything! I guess I really don’t like that Kirkland guy... And I don’t like being sad or lonely. This is also a hard question!! What else don’t I like... Cold days! And people who aren’t smiling don’t get on my nerves, but they make me sad too, and that’s irritating. I also don’t like not having enough food to eat. Also, cleaning Elsie’s tank isn’t so fun... Cleaning in general is a bore...
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
I’m good at lots! But they’re the same as my interests... If I didn’t like history so much, I’d be a chef. I’m good at cleaning even though I don’t like doing it, and I’m good with languages. I’m also good at taking care of animals, especially
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
Staying awake in class. And English, I’m not very good with it sometimes. I’m really horrible at holding my breath and spelling out loud!! Do those count?
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
I JUST SAID I WAS BAD AT HOLDING MY BREATH!!!! ;O;!!
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
In a spouse? /chuckles/ Well~ I guess I like people who are very... Unique. They have to stand out. Someone who isn’t afraid to speak their mind. Someone who will eat ice cream with me and make me soup when I’m sick but will still play fútbol with me on the weekends. Someone that protects me and may seem mean on the outside but is really very kind. Someone who will love me for me!
No, I’m not describing anyone.
♥
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
Well, I guess I don’t like people who don’t take care of themselves. And I like people to smell nice too! If they’re mean to me, that’s a turn-off too... I don’t like quiet people. I need someone loud and happy, like me! Except I’m not really loud, so they have to be loud enough for the both of us. It’s strange, si? I just think it’s charming. Also, I would never date an English person. Lo siento.
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
O-oh... Lo siento! We can be friends still, si?
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
Alright! I’ll try my best! Sometimes it takes me a while to think of things... Like, one time, I was playing this one game with my friends (I forgot what it was at the moment, maybe I’ll remember later), and they said something similar, and I swear, it took me like a couple minutes to figure out each question because, dios mio, things just like to flood my head all at once like sabes que I don’t even know...
FAVORITE FOOD?
Hmn... Tomatoes~ No! Paella! No... Tortilla... No, okay. Tomatoes.
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
History! German is a close second.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
Hmn... Winter is my favorite season, but Halloween is my favorite holiday~
FAVORITE WORD?
... Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz. I learned it one time in Germany.
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
Sunset~
FAVORITE COLOR?
Red! It’s so passionate.
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
About me? I am... Happy! I like being happy. And people say I’m always smiling but this is just how my face is. I’m not quiet, but I’m not loud either. I leave that to my friends. And... I’m passionate! About everything I love.
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
Well, as much as I love my mom and dad, they can be a bit judgemental at times. Not so good. I have no brothers or sisters!
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN THIS COLLEGE?
I was born in Spain, but my parents decided to move to America. Hmn... I guess I’m here because of Gilbert. We promised to get into the same University together and... Here we are! I’m pretty happy with it, I like NYC, but I think I liked California better. But this place said it hosted lots of exchange students and stuff and Gilbert and his brother came from Germany so we needed a college to accommodate.
AWESOME. WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
Right now, I just work at a cafe. Eventually, I wanna be a college professor in Western European History! It probably won’t make much money, but Gilbert wants to be a lawyer, so he’ll make most of the money. Maybe I’ll become a German professor too! Can I be two professors at once? That’d be so cool!
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
Oh~ I wish... I wish for a nice big house for Gilbert and I to live in... enough money to get us both through school... And my own aquarium filled with baby turtles.
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
Uhm... Yes~?
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
Happily engaged to Gilbert Weilschmidt! /shows off engagement ring/ We're getting married soon.
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
Uhm... Gilbert wouldn’t like that very much.
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
I’m busy. Working. No thank you!
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
Not really! I actually have to get back to studying, and I also have to cook dinner and get to work later, so I couldn’t really stop here long. Thanks for talking to me! I really like talking to people~
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
Oh no! I thought I’d made a friend...
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Soleil has been trying to escape this doggone planet for almost eighteen years, but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for eight years. too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in the GMT -8 timezone. you can always reach them at
the.spanish.inquisition@live.com.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
Bells.
It had always been bells that awoke the Spanish nation from his restless sleep after any given night on the filthy floors of the rat infested chambers of that man's ship brig. He couldn't even bring himself to think the pirate's name. Sunlight stung the tanned male's eyes, but whenever he tried to shift into a more comfortable (comfortable? Ha! That bastard did everything in his power to make sure that the Spanish male was anything but comfortable.), the chains that held him securely to the wall bit into his wrists, turning the male off on the idea of moving at all.
Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo wondered to himself (often) what he had done to deserve this fate. He had once been the richest nation in the world, outshining even his brothers, Portugal and France. He had been in control of the New World. He had once held everything the world could offer in jewel encrusted hands. Sure, he had used a bit of force to get what he wanted, but who wouldn't? Those... Those barbarians stood between Antonio and his new, beautiful land. They wouldn't even kiss the cross! How could Antonio not show them the correct way to live?
But what he did didn't hold a candle to the cruelty of the English bastard that had ruined it all. Here Antonio sat, half clothed and unbathed (For how long? Days? Weeks?), smelling not only of the filth of the brig, but also of the rancid seed of the bastard's crewmen. His hair (which had grown long and unkempt) hung in sticky, knotted clumps from all of the 'substances' that had been (against Antonio's will) 'spilled' there. 'At least,' Antonio reasoned, 'when I raped those women, it was because they needed to learn their place. The place under a male. And I left them in the care of their family.' (Whatever family he left alive, that was.)
Bells.
Antonio had also grown an undeniable fear for those damned bells. No, no, not the bells themselves... But what the bells announced. Not even a minute after the bells, the Spaniard heard the familiar clack, clack of hard boots on wood. His former, sleepy protests to the biting pain in his wrists was all but forgotten, and he was now struggling. Struggling, as he did every other time he heard those boots. Struggling, as he always had and always would. The Spanish nation would never stop struggling.
He had been teased for it quite a few times. 'Feisty thing' they'd call him. They'd inquire why he wouldn't just give in. They told him over and over that if he'd just surrender--
--That was their first mistake. Surrender? Ha! What a joke! He's sooner chop on his own foot with his beloved axe! You simply did not tell the country of passion to surrender to anyone. Especially not to that low life, sneering, no good, ugly piece of mierda.
With those violent, passionate eyes, Antonio would always fight back.
But that did not remove the fear. Antonio, though not human, still felt. He was skin and bone, and bled like any other. He screamed out when lashed, and he cried when the blade of a sword scarred his once sun-kissed skin. As the steps drew closer, Antonio grew more frantic. How many more days would he have to endure this? Would he even survive? Struggling only did so much...
The door creaked open. Red. Crimson red, like blood. It really did compliment the male wearing it. From toes up to disgustingly vile sneering grin, the Englishman was decked in red. The attempt to escape his bindings had grown frantic, and he could feel the blood dripping from his abused wrists.
Clack, clack
Antonio snarled, unable to actually say anything due to the intense abuse his vocal cords had gone through, both from screaming and from being choked multiple times, showing that today was not the day he'd give in. The glint in his eyes spoke what his voice couldn't.
'Whip me, hit me, rape me, cut me. I will never surrender. I will escape'.
As always, the blinding, venomous grin on the Englishman's face grew. He'd say something that Antonio didn't quite understand before raising a foot, aiming right for his already broken ribs....
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"INGLATERRA..." Antonio woke with a start, a cold sweat rolling down his back. His heart beat at a million miles an hour while his hands checked various parts of his body, making sure that it had all been a dream. A horrible, terrible, disgusting, vile nightmare. With a shaky breath, the Spaniard slumped against his headboard, mumbling a string of curse-words under his breath that would make even Romano shudder.
What had even caused that dream? He hadn't even let his thoughts stray to -- Ay, even to this day he couldn't think that name-- to that man in years. He did everything in his power to avoid him, even sometimes skipping out on World Con--
Dios mio. There was a conference today. And if he missed another, his bosses were going to put him on house arrest. Which, in retrospect, wouldn't have been such a bad thing, had it not been for the tomato groves that needed picking and his recent desire to wander around town. He was already late. He hoped, prayed that jet-lag had affected America enough for the meeting to start late as he stumbled out of his bed, groping around his already-messy hotel room for something presentable to wear.
It had always been bells that awoke the Spanish nation from his restless sleep after any given night on the filthy floors of the rat infested chambers of that man's ship brig. He couldn't even bring himself to think the pirate's name. Sunlight stung the tanned male's eyes, but whenever he tried to shift into a more comfortable (comfortable? Ha! That bastard did everything in his power to make sure that the Spanish male was anything but comfortable.), the chains that held him securely to the wall bit into his wrists, turning the male off on the idea of moving at all.
Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo wondered to himself (often) what he had done to deserve this fate. He had once been the richest nation in the world, outshining even his brothers, Portugal and France. He had been in control of the New World. He had once held everything the world could offer in jewel encrusted hands. Sure, he had used a bit of force to get what he wanted, but who wouldn't? Those... Those barbarians stood between Antonio and his new, beautiful land. They wouldn't even kiss the cross! How could Antonio not show them the correct way to live?
But what he did didn't hold a candle to the cruelty of the English bastard that had ruined it all. Here Antonio sat, half clothed and unbathed (For how long? Days? Weeks?), smelling not only of the filth of the brig, but also of the rancid seed of the bastard's crewmen. His hair (which had grown long and unkempt) hung in sticky, knotted clumps from all of the 'substances' that had been (against Antonio's will) 'spilled' there. 'At least,' Antonio reasoned, 'when I raped those women, it was because they needed to learn their place. The place under a male. And I left them in the care of their family.' (Whatever family he left alive, that was.)
Bells.
Antonio had also grown an undeniable fear for those damned bells. No, no, not the bells themselves... But what the bells announced. Not even a minute after the bells, the Spaniard heard the familiar clack, clack of hard boots on wood. His former, sleepy protests to the biting pain in his wrists was all but forgotten, and he was now struggling. Struggling, as he did every other time he heard those boots. Struggling, as he always had and always would. The Spanish nation would never stop struggling.
He had been teased for it quite a few times. 'Feisty thing' they'd call him. They'd inquire why he wouldn't just give in. They told him over and over that if he'd just surrender--
--That was their first mistake. Surrender? Ha! What a joke! He's sooner chop on his own foot with his beloved axe! You simply did not tell the country of passion to surrender to anyone. Especially not to that low life, sneering, no good, ugly piece of mierda.
With those violent, passionate eyes, Antonio would always fight back.
But that did not remove the fear. Antonio, though not human, still felt. He was skin and bone, and bled like any other. He screamed out when lashed, and he cried when the blade of a sword scarred his once sun-kissed skin. As the steps drew closer, Antonio grew more frantic. How many more days would he have to endure this? Would he even survive? Struggling only did so much...
The door creaked open. Red. Crimson red, like blood. It really did compliment the male wearing it. From toes up to disgustingly vile sneering grin, the Englishman was decked in red. The attempt to escape his bindings had grown frantic, and he could feel the blood dripping from his abused wrists.
Clack, clack
Antonio snarled, unable to actually say anything due to the intense abuse his vocal cords had gone through, both from screaming and from being choked multiple times, showing that today was not the day he'd give in. The glint in his eyes spoke what his voice couldn't.
'Whip me, hit me, rape me, cut me. I will never surrender. I will escape'.
As always, the blinding, venomous grin on the Englishman's face grew. He'd say something that Antonio didn't quite understand before raising a foot, aiming right for his already broken ribs....
☀
"INGLATERRA..." Antonio woke with a start, a cold sweat rolling down his back. His heart beat at a million miles an hour while his hands checked various parts of his body, making sure that it had all been a dream. A horrible, terrible, disgusting, vile nightmare. With a shaky breath, the Spaniard slumped against his headboard, mumbling a string of curse-words under his breath that would make even Romano shudder.
What had even caused that dream? He hadn't even let his thoughts stray to -- Ay, even to this day he couldn't think that name-- to that man in years. He did everything in his power to avoid him, even sometimes skipping out on World Con--
Dios mio. There was a conference today. And if he missed another, his bosses were going to put him on house arrest. Which, in retrospect, wouldn't have been such a bad thing, had it not been for the tomato groves that needed picking and his recent desire to wander around town. He was already late. He hoped, prayed that jet-lag had affected America enough for the meeting to start late as he stumbled out of his bed, groping around his already-messy hotel room for something presentable to wear.
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