Post by Antonio Hernandez Carriedo on Jun 21, 2012 18:50:21 GMT -5
ANTONIO HERNANDEZ CARRIEDO
FULL NAME HERE Antonio Hernandez Carriedo
NICKNAMES Anton, Toni
GENDER Male
AGE 17
GRADE 11th
ETHNICITY Spanish
SPECIALTY
Bullfighting - Gives him incredible agility, speed and concentration because that’s how you survive it, of course
Hacking - We're talking computers here. He may not look it, but he can hack his way into just about anything. It's his own special way of fighting since he's not a fan of physical violence. It also makes him valuable in information gathering.
YOUR CHARACTER'S LIKES
- Sunny days: How else do you think he got his tan? Just kidding, he just loves them because it means comfortable weather.
- Tomatoes: His all-time favorite food
- Siestas: The only way he can work is if he gets enough rest, and he doesn't get much at night (due to working on the computer until late) so this helps him recharge and stay focused.
- Gardening: It keeps him calm and gives him a reason to go outside
- Relaxing on the beach: Just another way to keep himself calm
- Playing football (soccer): Not only is it his national sport, it's also one of his other favorite pastimes.
YOUR CHARACTER'S DISLIKES
- Rainy days: Nothing much to say here; he hates being stuck inside for too long
- Being depressed: He finds it doesn't do anything to help any given situation
- Fighting: He'd rather be in a peaceful environment than a chaotic one, especially when working
- Those that hurt his loved ones: Well, who doesn't?
- Bullies: They somewhat fall under the "fighting" category, but he hates them especially because they're cowards and are pathetic to him
- Bland food: If anything else, he loves his spicy food, so when he gets food without taste, he'll be polite and eat it, but won't enjoy it.
FEARS FEARS Antonio doesn’t fear much, but he’s scared of the future and hates not knowing what’s going to happen. He always sets a routine so he knows what’s going on. Though to most, he’s very spontaneous. He’s also scared of losing the ones because of something he did.
QUIRKS/ODDITIES Whenever he’s worried, he’ll start fiddling with his cross or he’ll start sending up Latin prayers. He’s also a hugger and will hug his friends as soon as he sees them. He has this verbal tic of constantly using Spanish words when speaking English and has a slight lisp.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
- DENSE/OBLIVIOUS: Antonio is dense to a fault. He can’t read the atmosphere to save his life and he knows it. Not that he tries to fix it, but still.
- CHEERFUL: He’s always smiling and is very cheerful, even to those that don’t like him very much. Not many can match his optimism or his goofy nature and he’s always trying to get people to smile.
- HONEST: If you want someone who will never lie to you, he’s the guy to go to. Granted, that doesn’t help him much in this world, but that’s why he’d rather be behind a screen finding information over actually in the field lying to people.
- FRIENDLY: It doesn’t matter whether you’re shy or sadistic, he’ll try and become friends with you. Deal with it.
- PASSIONATE: You’d be shocked if you met him. You can give him any assignment and he’ll complete it with a smile and do it well. This also applies to his “If I say something, I’ll do it.” Attitude. And it also means that if you do ANYTHING to hurt or threaten those he cares about, he’ll be ready to kill you in a heartbeat.
- KIND: He’ll show mercy to really anyone if he felt they deserved it. He also looks after those he cared about with a keen eye.
((From the only other site I RP on, TerraSigma.))
As much as he hated the cold, Spain had to admit that the best way to relax was to stargaze at night. Sure, he had to bundle up a bit but it was worth it. After all, it's not every night that he got to be relaxing like this.
Granted, patrolling wasn't usually considered the same as "relaxing".
However, there wasn't much he could do. Someone had to watch over the rooftop to be able to see if there was any suspicious activity.
Usually there wasn't any kind of huge event or trouble in general, but tonight was just a little different. On the very edge of his senses, he heard the distinct rustling of leaves and branches as he passed by the ladder where new nations could enter into the warehouse.
And yet there was no wind to move the forest's foliage.
An animal, perhaps. He guessed, keeping his panic level down. The last thing he needed was to freak out. There were several animals about at this time of night, so it wouldn't have been all that unique if there was a lonely mutated raccoon, running around for God knows why. One thing did pique his curiosity, that being the breakneck speed at which said animal was moving around. It was far too fast to be any normal creature... but then again, nothing could be even remotely considered "normal" anymore.
In a blur of motion, a humanoid figure sped along the plains and to the warehouse, already having leapt over the fence and hitting the ground with the same momentum it started out with.
"Mierda!" Shit! He whispered, swinging his axe in a defensive position. If that was a new kind of zombie, they were FAR more screwed than they ever had been before. There was no other choice but to eliminate it as soon as possible. "Good luck getting past me, bastardo." His voice was dangerous and low and his eyes could've lit something on fire with the fury and loyalty burning in them. That son of a bitch zombie wouldn't get past him.
The clanging of hands grappling the rungs of the ladder almost scared him.
Almost.
Fear wouldn't dare take root in his heart, after all.
The minute he saw a shadowy figure land onto the roof, he leaped into action. He was a bit wary of killing it, though. Giving it a second thought, if it was a zombie with actual dexterity and thinking capabilities, it wouldn't be too bad to capture it for Finland to study. "Alto ahí. Stop right there," He ordered, swinging his axe so the blade was pointed at the side of the new enemy's head. "If you value your life, scum."
The inky darkness didn't help him identify the figure when it stopped dead in its tracks. By the looks of it, it was a bit smaller than him, with wisps of shadows acting as hair that were somehow neatly cut. Its clothes were neat and it didn't look dead at all.
In fact, it seemed like it was still breathing.
"Tell me what you are." With certain finality, he pressed the blade just a bit into the figure's flesh, not enough to draw blood (if it indeed had any), but enough that if it could feel pain, it would. "Before I kill you again."
As much as he hated the cold, Spain had to admit that the best way to relax was to stargaze at night. Sure, he had to bundle up a bit but it was worth it. After all, it's not every night that he got to be relaxing like this.
Granted, patrolling wasn't usually considered the same as "relaxing".
However, there wasn't much he could do. Someone had to watch over the rooftop to be able to see if there was any suspicious activity.
Usually there wasn't any kind of huge event or trouble in general, but tonight was just a little different. On the very edge of his senses, he heard the distinct rustling of leaves and branches as he passed by the ladder where new nations could enter into the warehouse.
And yet there was no wind to move the forest's foliage.
An animal, perhaps. He guessed, keeping his panic level down. The last thing he needed was to freak out. There were several animals about at this time of night, so it wouldn't have been all that unique if there was a lonely mutated raccoon, running around for God knows why. One thing did pique his curiosity, that being the breakneck speed at which said animal was moving around. It was far too fast to be any normal creature... but then again, nothing could be even remotely considered "normal" anymore.
In a blur of motion, a humanoid figure sped along the plains and to the warehouse, already having leapt over the fence and hitting the ground with the same momentum it started out with.
"Mierda!" Shit! He whispered, swinging his axe in a defensive position. If that was a new kind of zombie, they were FAR more screwed than they ever had been before. There was no other choice but to eliminate it as soon as possible. "Good luck getting past me, bastardo." His voice was dangerous and low and his eyes could've lit something on fire with the fury and loyalty burning in them. That son of a bitch zombie wouldn't get past him.
The clanging of hands grappling the rungs of the ladder almost scared him.
Almost.
Fear wouldn't dare take root in his heart, after all.
The minute he saw a shadowy figure land onto the roof, he leaped into action. He was a bit wary of killing it, though. Giving it a second thought, if it was a zombie with actual dexterity and thinking capabilities, it wouldn't be too bad to capture it for Finland to study. "Alto ahí. Stop right there," He ordered, swinging his axe so the blade was pointed at the side of the new enemy's head. "If you value your life, scum."
The inky darkness didn't help him identify the figure when it stopped dead in its tracks. By the looks of it, it was a bit smaller than him, with wisps of shadows acting as hair that were somehow neatly cut. Its clothes were neat and it didn't look dead at all.
In fact, it seemed like it was still breathing.
"Tell me what you are." With certain finality, he pressed the blade just a bit into the figure's flesh, not enough to draw blood (if it indeed had any), but enough that if it could feel pain, it would. "Before I kill you again."
YOUR NAME OR ALIASJust call me Boss, Spain or Alazne. ^^
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? alaznechan@gmail.com, here via PM or over on TerraSigma (I'm Spain there as well).
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? My awesome Proboards app lead me here. XD I was browsing around for some other Hetalia RP forums, and I found this one~
