Description
Feliciano is 172 centimeters tall (or about 5' 6") and looks to be about 20 years old. He has light brown hair, along with one curl of hair that stubbornly sticks out. He'd really rather you didn't touch that.
His eyes are also brown. He often wears a light blue uniform as well, though he is never very strict or concerned with his clothing. (And often will do away with it entirely).
Personality
Italy is carefree, lighthearted, and a bit airheaded or ditzy at times; he can leave the house forgetting to put on pants sometimes. He's rarely brought down by anything, but he's really affectionate and dependant, and can be clingy. Despite all of this, his general, cheerful demeanor makes it difficult for most people to remain angry with him. He also has no concept of personal space.
Equipment
A white flag
Italian Grenades (You never know when they'll go off!)
Pasta~!
Germany
History
Italy has had a history of being picked on. He was and is skilled in many things, such as painting, sculpting, achitecture...Anything not involved in warfare. As a result, he was taken over by Austria when he was very young and forced to be his servant.
During this time period, he and the Holy Roman Empire grew very close, but...It wasn't to last, as the Holy Roman Empire left, never to return, despite Italy's promises to wait.
By the time WWI rolled around, Italy finally found a friend of sorts in Germany...And as a result, clung to the country rather closely and very often. And not just metaphorically, either. Therefore, it was little surprise that he allied with Germany when it was time for WWII.
He considers Germany and Japan to be his closest friends, though he of course loves his twin (Southern Italy), and his "brother", France.
So begins...
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
A tall skeletal figure wandered the void. Zal’hagun scanned the impenetrable darkness with fleshless eyes that glowed with necromantic energy. His ancient robes, worn and tattered yet still bearing an air of nobility, flowed behind him.
“Well…” He hissed into the nothingness. “This is… problematic.”
Elanna Torres opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity. She didn't remember how she got here, and she didn't seem to know where she was at, drifting in an infinite void. She ran her hands on her body, the polished leather of her sam browne, and the sleek casing of her disruptor. She reached into a leather pouch, and clicked on a small LED flashlight, shining it into the void.
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."