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2012-10-08 05:03 pm


001: She’s only 5'1". Venezia is 5'4". So Romana is always in ridiculous heels to try and look a little less short.
002: She's know to hide Venezia's shoes if they have what she deems as too much heel.
003: She’s a 12B (Australian)(which makes her a 34B US, 34C UK, 75CEU/JAP, 90CB/E/F and a 2CI/CZ )
004: She also has a tendency to pad, wear push ups, anything to give a little extra boost. Reason? Venezia’s at least a C cup.
005: Before the end of World War 2 she had hip length hair. She cut it all off to a style similar to Romano’s to join her people in liberating the North, and to get her sister back. And then she’s never really grown it all back out, because it just wouldn't be the same. She claims it’s because it’s just easier to take care of a shorter cut though.
006: She thinks it was one of her best features though. And when ever someone mentions how pretty her hair was she’ll get a little sad.
007: She has a scar, rather like a burn scar under her left breast from the Bombing of Naples. There’s also a small bit over her left upper arm, more like a slash. She’s pretty sure no one knows about it. She’s never given anyone the opportunity to see it. It’s just another flaw to her. Another sign that she wasn’t strong enough.
008: She tries to get and keep an in with all the Italian fashion designers. And she keeps an eye on all the up and coming ones. She prides herself on looking good, and having an in helps. She has quite a few custom pieces, and she’s quite proud of this.
009: As a child, she had a bit of a crush on Fem!Prussia. Her hair was short then, and she looked like the cool knight. Fem!Spain thought it was adorable. And then Romana found out Fraussia was a girl and she was so embarrassed oh my god you have no idea. She made Femspana promise that she would never ever ever tell Fraussia about the crush, on pain of death via angry preteen Romana.
010: It’s also part of the reason she can be extra bitchy around Fraussia in the present day. She still remembers her little crush and she’s still so embarrassed by it, so it’s so much easier to be a bitch and troll Fraussia, because by doing that she had absolutely no feelings what so ever for the other nation.
011: This crush left Romana really confused as to do with her sexuality. While she occasionally does find other woman pretty, she is overall, heterosexual. She can admire other women’s beauty but the idea of sleeping with a woman doesn’t interest her in the slightest. She’s not sexually attracted to women. (She's a biromantic heterosexual basically)
012: She’s also a virgin. As a child she was taught by the Church and Femspana that her virginity was something very important, and that is should be kept for her husband. While she realised she might never have a husband, she did take the fact that it was supposedly important to heart. And she’s just never found anyone she found important enough, or loved enough to give it to, or lose it to. Boigium is like a brother to her, Mangary filling a similar role and she’s not really that close to any of the other male nations. And humans don’t live as long, she doesn’t let herself fall in love with them because she knows she’ll only end up heartbroken.
013: She’s naturally left handed, but has forced dextrality. As a child her tutors would smack her on the left handed if they caught her writing with it, or doing anything that favoured it over her right. This is from the old idea that it was wrong to write with your left hand. Nowdays she uses her left, unless the scarring on that arm is acting up and making it painful to use. Then she’ll use the right.
014: She has a ridiculously low tolerance to alcohol. Just a glass is enough to get her happily tipsy. So she usually abstains from drinking. And is she does drink she’ll try and water the drink down, or just take tiny sips.
015: And when she gets drunk she is very very happy. Suddenly she’s cuddling to people, smiling more frequently, and she gets loud. She flirts. It’s scary.
016: She does however make her own wine. Her house in Naples has a huge garden/vineyard/orchard etc, and everytime the season comes she’ll go out and stomp the grapes. It’s messy as hell, but she does find it fun in some ways, and even though doesn’t usually drink, she will allow herself a few glasses of her own stuff if she’s home alone and no one can judge her.
017: She smokes. Socially and when stressed. She prefers Italian brands, mainly Diana, and now days she does try and limit herself... But as soon as she’s stressed, out come the cigarettes and the lighter.
018: She’s an excellent cook. Venezia might be the artist by some of the things Romana can make could be called art.
019: She really does love cooking, and it’s one of the things she’s so proud about. She doesn’t even mind that she generally has to cook for Venezia, she may bitch about how lazy her sister is, but secretly it makes her feel quite proud that her sister wants to eat her food.
020: In the present day Romana has 3 homes. The first is the one she shares with Venezia, in Rome. It’s a penthouse apartment, with a brilliant view, and it’s clear that two different people live in the house. It’s decorated in a way that shows both girls tastes, and while Romana likes it, it’s not her favourite home. It is the one she stays at most of the time though. The second one is in Sicily and is a large single bedroom apartment, over looking the water. It’s furnished in a modern style, leather couches and glass tables and while it looks good, you can tell it’s a house not lived in. She stays at this one the least. The last one is on the outskirts of Naples and is a large, old house, with sprawling gardens with vineyards and orchards. It’s pretty much in it’s original state, aside from some additions of modern comforts. This is her favourite because it’s hers. Just hers, and the place she goes to when she needs to get away from everything. The furniture is old but still sturdy, mostly wood. And if you get an invite to this house you’re very very lucky. This is her hideaway, her sanctuary, she keeps it very private.
021: While she’s good with traditional/old dances, Romana is hopeless at more modern styles. If anyone managed to drag her to a club she’d be the one standing on the wall, staring in fear. She just doesn’t get it. She needs some structure to her dancing.
022: She is very graceful though, and it's a good thing with her choice of footwear.
023: She learnt to play the violin as a child. It was one of the few things fem!Austria taught her. However, these days she rarely plays it, and can only play simple things. She just fell out of practice, and she’s generally too busy to try and pick it up and devote any real serious practice to it. So she doesn’t see the point.
024: She’s a mezzo-soprano and mostly sings at home. Occasionally at Church, where she blends in with the crowd. But rarely ever solo. She’s too scared of being judged and told she, well, sucks. She’s a very good singer though, for all her self consciousness. And while she mostly sings hymns or traditional songs, she’s quite good at jazz, and occasionally you can catch her humming the tune of a pop hit.
025: Her favourite styles of music are old, folky songs and jazz.
026: When she was a child her heart was Naples. Now it’s Rome. But Naples will always be very very important to her, and that’s why her scarring from the bombings is so close to her heart.
027: As a child Romana wore her hair in two high pigtails, similar to England’s. Femspana got the idea from Fem!France and when Romana realised she refused to ever let Femspana style her hair that way again. These days she will deny deny deny that she ever had pigtails.
028: Fem!Spain taught her to fence as a child, in secret. She believed Romana should have every chance that she would have had she been a boy. Her first sword was a gorgeous silver with red rubies around the hand guard, and Romana still has it.
029: Romana however taught herself to shoot. She’s a brilliant marksman too, and over all she prefers guns over most weapons. Means she can be less close to those she’s attacking, and yet still close enough to make sure she’s succeeded.
030: She does use knives sometimes though. She generally has a small switchblade on her, and she will use it if she must. Sometimes knives are better than guns, more quieter for one.
031: She is involved in the mafia. The level of involvement differs where she is though. In Sicily, the respect she has is begrudging, and she doesn’t have a lot of power, where as in somewhere in Naples she is well respected and has a lot of sway with the local families. This is simply because Sicily gives less control to women unless it’s the last choice where in Naples women, specifically wives will be the right hand man of a boss, especially when he’s in hiding/prison. Either way, Romana tries to limit her involvement to making sure family blood feuds don’t get out of control sane, that her other people aren’t bullied too much, and that the mafia never spreads into the North.
032: Cherry tomatoes are her favourite type. Small, easy to snack on, not going to make a lot of mess because they’re small. And healthy, meaning she can still watch her figure.
033: Speaking of figures she watches hers very closely. She tends to put on weight around her hips if she’s not careful, but being careful in her diet and constantly being on the move most of the time means she tends to stay around the same time.
034: Her legs are her best feature. Longer than average, very well toned and heels only draw more attention to them, making them seem even longer. She’s short yes, but she has very long legs for her height. Her ass is a close second though.
035: Occasionally she does need to wear glasses. Just for reading, and mostly when she’s tired/reading lots of stuff. Hey being close to 3000 years old does that to you. They’re black, Gucci and look similar to this.
036: Ancient Greece actually found her first. She was born when the people from Greece began moving into the southern half of the peninsula, and originally Romana was known as Manga Greecia. She spent her early years with Ancient Greece, and he became a mentor/grandfather figure to her, until one day, Rome appeared and Ancient Greece willingly handed Romana over to the female empire. They were family, how could he not. Romana still thinks fondly of the man though. He gave her the beginnings of her culture, how could she not? And yes, she does have a fairly good relationship with Greece, akin to something like cousins or distant half-sisters.
037: She has really small hands and feet, as well as ears. And by small I mean tiny enough that people like to point it out in the “Oh my gosh your hands are so tiny!!!” Her feet are also a size smaller than Venezia.
038: If she was one of the seven deadly sins she would be envy, not wrath like many might expect. She can be an extremely jealous person.
039: She refuses to talk to anyone before she's had her morning cappuccino. Which is probably a good thing for everyone considering.
040: She is ridiculously fussy over coffee. Milk in anything but her morning cappuccino disgusts her and she is a total beans snob. Refuses to even look at instant.
041: She doesn't know how to make English tea and asking her to do it is asking for trouble. (it goes something like this)
042: She has a sweet tooth, and one of her weaknesses is dark chocolate.
043: She's naturally a brunette, but puts a red tint through it to give it it's more reddish look.
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2012-09-19 10:33 am
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2011-11-27 10:00 pm

Quattordici ๑ Action ๑ Day One and Two


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B; Around Mayfield, open

[Having found her housemates the next thing on Romana's agenda is to find her allies, her friends. Or even just to find anyone who needs help. So she had quickly started off to hunt for people, clutching a tattered jacket over her nightgown, flat shoes on her feet for once.]

Hello?! Hello?! Is anyone out there, anyone hurt?! Veneziano! Spagna! Ungheria! Canada, Paesi Bassi?! Anyone?


[They needed supplies. It was useless hiding out without supplies, and stubborn as ever Romana had headed out to find them. Anything she could find, bandages, cans of food, weapons, pieces of clothes, anything she could carry she had taken, making trips to her safe place to dump them.

It was in the middle of one of these trips that the hoard had arrived. Narrowly ducking the shotgun blast Romana scrambles into a sprint, whirling around to aim her own rifle back, one of the few guns she had managed to gather up. She doesn't miss, the thing (For that's all it could be, with skin like that, and a voice so ghastly, a thing, not human) going down. It's easily replaced though.

And then Romana fights. There's not really chance to flee, and her only choice is to hold her own as best she can, a pistol in one hand that she uses sparingly, only when the hunk of wood in the other, which she uses like a bat doesn't do the job fast enough. She's managing okay, for now, but who knows how long she'll last]
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2011-10-27 11:13 pm

๑ Tredici ๑ Action ๑ Phone ๑ Backdated to Podfield

A; Action - Morning, Around town.

[If you happen to run into Romana around town, and you've met her before... well, you'll quickly notice that something's wrong. Very very wrong.

She's smiling.

And calling out to passerbyers in a very bright cheerful voice]
Ciao~! Such a beautiful day, si?

[Everybody run for the hills.]

Cut for length )
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2011-09-03 11:35 pm

๑ Dodici ๑ Action ๑ Locked to [ profile] macanese

[Romana wakes with a start, her body instantly knowing something's not right. Was it the feel of silk sheets, a too soft bed, or the painful press of the wire in the lingerie the town's given her, or just some six sense, she's not sure. But she's awake, and while her first instinct is to shriek in indignation at her state of undress, she manages to control herself, her cheeks still bright red.

Slowly, she slides out of bed, only sparing Macau the briefest of looks as she tries her best to pull the sheet with her. He won't mind, he's not allowed to mind, he has a suit, when all she has is some silk, lace and fuzz. She'll get angry if he minds, she decides, wrapping the sheet around her body, and creeping to the door. Hopefully, she can just sneak out, run home, and then freak out without anyone seeing he-

the door's locked. And no matter how hard she pulls, it won't come undone. Her tugging starts to become frantic, the sheet slipping and finally Romana's foot flies at the door, landing with a solid thud that's followed by a sharp cry of pain]
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2011-07-19 06:16 pm

๑ Undici ๑ Action ๑ Phone

A: Phone/Just outside 750 Partridge Drive.

[It's yet another sunny day in Mayfield. Which naturally means that it's going to be ruined, somehow. And true to prediction this peaceful day is shattered around 10:20am, when Romana walks into the kitchen after a quick clean of the house to find that huge scaly crocodile of Australia's lying happily on her previously clean kitchen floor. With a scream of shock she stumbles back, accidentally knocking the phone off the hook.

And then she explodes.

Into pure, unfiltered Italian rage.

Occasionally in Italian]

Australia!! What the hell is that fucking beast doing in my house, my kitchen?! Get it out, get it out right fucking now and I never want to see it again. This is not a fucking zoo, you Figlio di Troia! My kitchen is not it's holding cell!

I just cleaned that floor a day ago and looked at it! Look at it! Are you even listening to me, are you?! You rude che va in culo a sua madre!

I swear to Maria, I will go insane in the fucking place thanks to you, you little testa di merda!

[And all that can be heard is half muted Italian swears and the sound of things breaking. Italian temper at it's finest]

B: Main street of Mayfield

[After a rather long and loud rant at Australia about how she would never again tolerate animals in her house, Romana had stormed out. Clearly in a bad mood as she walks, she still manages to give curt nods to anyone that glances at her. But she rarely stops, her movements stiff as she tries to walk off her rage. She has had an explosion like that since... awhile. And the loss of control always leaves her slightly embarrassed.

Not that she thinks she was wrong to yell though.]

C: Mayfield's Church

[Finally she ends up the church, and quietly Romana takes a seat up the back. Once seated she seems to collapse in on herself with a sigh, rubbing her forehead as she scowls. Maybe she had overreacted... no, no, she had not. It was perfectly reasonable to react like that when there was an alligatior, crocodile whatever in your kitchen.

Sighing in a huff she leans back and slumps down, eyes closing and she lets the quietness of the Church relax her.]
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2011-05-30 11:51 am

๑ Dieci ๑ Action ๑ Phone ๑

A. Action.

[Her footsteps quick, Romana hurries home, hair in a tangled mess, some blood on her blouse. Any cut or bruise seems to be fading, her nationhood returned. She can feel it inside her, the strength of all her people, helping her to keep going. The first death hadn't been easy, physically, nor had it been emotionally. Guilt still naws at her, even as Romana frowns and shakes her head to clear it. What's done is done, and when it comes down to it... one person, one person for so many, for her sister. It was a needed sacrifice, and really... everyone came back in this town.

She can't regret it, not fully. And she knows, if she had to, she'd do it again. Which is why she barely flinches when a new letter is found on her doorstep, a new name and photo slipping out. Her eyes close briefly, and she can feel the photos of her people and her sister burning in her other hand. Well then. That was that, this... game wasn't over. Swallowing, she heads inside, and only then does she let the mask crack a little, only for a few minutes. And then it's business as usual.]

B. Phone.

[The emotion in Romana's voice is clear, moving from concern into threatening as the call goes on]

If anyone sees Veneziano, Feliciano, the little boy with a curl that sticks out to the side and will rave about pasta... make sure he stays inside. I swear... I swear, if anyone lays a finger on him, if anyone hurts him...

I'll make it my personal mission to destroy you, got it?

C. Action; locked to Steven's Road, specifically 2239

[Hair pulled back into a tight bun, and her curl flattened to lessen the chance of being recognised, Romana has managed to hunt her next target's home down. And after changing into an outfit more suitable for fighting and restocking her weapons she now waits, watching the house for a sign of movement. She doesn't feel too anxious to rush in, knowing from years of experiences that it's best to hold the higher ground and wait.

In the meantime, she'll just be hanging out in a tree, tucked up and away and checking her guns.]
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2011-04-16 01:29 pm

๑ Nove ๑ Action ๑

[It's just another ordinary day in Mayfield. The weather is warm enough that for once Romana dares to wear something that doesn't cover her arms. It's still modest enough, and seeing how he body has lost all traces of it scars, she feels confident in her choice.

For once she feels content. The sun is bright, birds are chirping, and she's managed to find all the ingredients she needs for her Easter feast. And even though she could have taken her vespa to the shop, she chose to walk with the last of the groceries, some deeply repressed part of her wanting to enjoy the sunshine and crisp air.

Stopping outside 750 Partridge lane, Romana opens the mail box, pulling out a few bills, as well as a letter addressed to her. A slight frown forming, she opens it, the frown deepeningen only a photograph slides out. The courtyard of the church of her namesake... in it's ruin...

The photo falls from her hand, as well as the rest of the mail and groceries as Romana shrieks in agony, clutching her left shoulder and falling to her knees as a ugly red burn scar appears, covering her forearm, the marks on her chest covered by her dress.]
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2011-03-08 05:51 pm

๑ Otto ๑ Phone ๑

A. [On the floor of Mayfield's Church of Salvation, just behind the alter, you can find Romana's body, neck broken, with a bottle of Holy Water spilt next to her. Her eyes are shut, a single tear in the corner of her eye]

B. [Sometime later there's a call, the voice clearly Romana's, even if it is choked up in what sounds like tears]

It hurts... bastardi, it hurts so much... why didn't you help, why, I would have helped you...

[A small burst of static interrupts her and the line goes silent, the voice waiting for a response before continuing it's game]

C. [She's warm, comfortable, as Romana wakes, sleepily eyeing the room Mayfield has given her. In the moments of her first waking she lazily rolls over, her mind slowly focusing on yesterday. And when she remembers she gasps, sitting up quickly, her hand flying to her neck. While it feels perfectly fine, she still gets up quickly, to the small vanity table, to check the mirror, needing visual evidence to abate her fears.

...she's fine. There's not a bruise, not a scratch, nothing. She swallows, shaky fingers tracing a line down her throat as she stares. She was dead, she knows. It may have been a quick death, but it happened.

Eventually she makes it to the phone, cradling the base unit in her lap as she leans against the wall. Her voice, without her realising, is nearly identical to the one the angel used yesterday.]

Is... is anybody there?
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2011-02-22 10:32 pm

๑ Sette ๑ Action & Phone ๑ Multiple Choice

[A. In the morning, just after 9 Romana can be found zipping around town on her shiny red vespa. People of Mayfield, watch out! She's Italian, what are road laws? So yes there is a high chance she'll come close to hitting you, though at the last second she'll always stop, or avoid you. Good reflexes.

B. Later, closer to noon there's a phone call]

So, just so everyone's aware, I had a perfectly normal and extremely boring Sans Valentino. No need to ask any questions about it, okay? Because nothing happened. [Yep, going to play the denial game for as long as possible. If she doesn't admit it, nothing ever happened]

But that's not the point of this... I was wondering, if... if a small, home based take away Italian service was to open up, how many would be interested... Just because Seborga and Veneziano think it's smart doesn't mean it is after all... anyway.

If you could let me know, that would be good. Ciao. [Click as she hangs up

Or it's C. Which finds Romana sitting on the front steps, watching the sunset. She's bundled up in a winter coat, a glass of half drunken wine next to her, a lit cigarette in her hand. She smokes it slowly, a frown on her face as she contemplates what really happened over Valentine's Day, of what she had done. Surely it had meant nothing, really, hadn't come from any deeply hidden feelings... and yet she can't shake the fear that it was.

She had been willing to sleep with him after all. She sighs softly, smoke curling from her mouth as she takes a long sip of her wine, refilling it with the bottle nearby. Drinking the memories away does seem like a very good idea at the moment, consequences be damned.]
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2011-02-14 11:34 pm

๑ Sei ๑ Action ๑

A. [Romana hadn't even glanced twice at the small package, setting down her knife on the chopping board as she opened it. As soon as the flap was lifted, the memories rushed back in Romana gasping as she stiffened.

Germany... Germany. He had come to her world in the past, Mayfield wasn't their first meeting. She swallows, letting the letter drop, turning the stove off in a daze. And then she snapped to attention, moving in quick military precision as she grabbed her coat and left the house, door banging shut.

She had to find him. Had to see if he remembered what they had shared, what they had done. Her breath appears on the air as she runs straight to his house, banging on the the front door with a fist, shaking slightly as she waits impatiently for him to answer his door.]

Germania, dammit, Germania, will you open the door per favore!

[There's no anger in her voice, just frustration, and slight worry. They were torn apart once before what was to say that their relationship wouldn't be interfered with again? Finally she slams her hand against the door once more, desperation completely clear]

Ludwig, bambino, open the door, per favore!
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2011-01-03 06:07 am

๑ Cinque ๑ Phone/Action ๑

[A. Shortly after 10 o'clock there is a phone call, one Romana meant to filter to nations she knows, and then Germany. Alas, she hasn't gotten the hang of filtering yet, so it's an open call]

Should... is this a trick? If I vote yes, go home, will I go to some fucked up version of my home where everyones dead and gone? Or will I really go home? Most of you have been here longer then I have so... I need you advice, per favore.

Which is the safe option?

[B. Then later, in the afternoon, Romana can be found wandering through Mayfield's park, all rugged up. Her hands in the pocket of her coat she doesn't look as she walks, each step slow. She seems deep in though, a frown clear as she takes a seat on the park bench, looking up as she leans back. To stay, here in this place, or go, back home, which hopeful won't be slowing sliding into another war. To stay and protect Seborga and Veneziano, or protect Venezia. But what if it's all a trap...

Closing here eyes she sighs, sinking down slightly. There's no easy choice is there?]