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 Leona Santos, last tweaked: {6.3.14}
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Apr 15 2012, 12:51 PM   Link Quote
original - ; ~; changes were made since<3

Name: Leona-Celestine de los Santos

Age: 17

Bloodline: Half-Blood

Physical Appearance: Leona is approximately 5’4.5’’ with shoulder length, light brown hair that has a slight golden tint to it. She has light tan skin and slight tan lines on arms and legs from playing football in her home country of Spain. She weighs about 118 lbs and has a slightly curvy figure. There is a long scar on her left knee from a football accident that is a lighter skin tone than the rest of her knee, making it very noticeable when wearing clothing that reveals her knees.

Her hands are small, with long slender fingers that she enjoys using for arts and crafts. Her finger nails and toes nails are kept at medium length, cleansed frequently and painted often.

Her face is of an oval shape, with smooth eye brows and gentle, inquisitive green eyes. Her nose is slender, but a little too big for her delicate face. Her lips are a light pink color and protrude a little from her mouth due to their thickness. Her chin is rounded at the tip and her cheeks are a bit chubby.

Personality: Leona is a curious person. Whether this curiosity was inherited or learned is unclear, but it serves as a major part of who she is. There is an unexplainable desire within her to learn about people and why they do certain things in life. She is a gentle person who finds great pleasure in meeting new people and usually can leave awkward silences out of a conversation by asking several questions about anything. Although she enjoys talking with others, she often tends to let her mind drift off and daydream when she should be listening. She enjoys playing soccer; however she isn’t very athletic or interested in other sports much.

As stated, Leona loves people but has a tendency to be rather annoying with her ridiculous questions and outbursts that have no relevancy to what’s being discussed.

Her weaknesses include a lack of common sense, a lack of knowledge in magic, and a display of cowardice that shows when she is asked to make important decisions, which is a trait that contradicts with the meaning of her name. She fears rejection and on occasion an insect or land shark, but her greatest fear is being left all alone. To be left all alone would be a fate worse than death in her eyes. This fear comes her earlier years at Hogwarts and a sudden change in her life that took her away from everyone she grew up with in Spain.

Character Background: Leona-Celestine was born on July 24th to Amalia de los Santos. Amalia was divorced at the time, and decided that her pregnancy wasn’t important enough to inform Leona’s’ father about. Amalia grew up in Spain and there she grew up in an environment where family is one of the most important things in life. Family meant much more than just siblings and parents to Amalia; it meant cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and close friends. This desire to care for family members would result in an irrational argument with her husband that resulted in her divorce. Leona then grew, with no father, in a household full of cousins and grandparents.

She was a happy child, and filled her days with a balance between studying and playing with relatives and friends. She had a simple life, one that she could say she was content with. She enjoyed the arts and learned many different things from her mother and grandparents. On her eighth birthday her life began to change. Her parents had come in contact with each other again and had appeared to resolve all issues between them. Her father moved back to Spain, from Great Britain, to spend time with her and her mother. Her father’s name is Aden Barnes; he is a full wizard, and a proud one at that. Throughout the three years that he spent with in Spain with his family he neglected to share his knowledge of the wizard world and choose to live “normally” in order to focus more on his daughter.

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Apr 3 2014, 12:43 AM   Link Quote
back to basics for a bit till i'm happy with it...

Full Name: Leona-Celestine de los Santos
Age/Year: 17, 7th
Bloodline: Half-blood


Appearance:

Personality:
    If asked honestly, Leona wouldn't hesitate to admit that she feels nothing like a woman. She doesn't feel responsible, she doesn't feel the weights or pressures of her future on a day-to-day basis, nor does she feel like she must be restrained to obey every single rule the world might have in place for her. If she were honest, she'd say that she feels free—blissful as a balloon flying off into space; careless as the water that trickles from the clouds. And she loves to feel this way, because she's tried to act mature and she's tried to be the star student that her father has always wanted, but it's never quite worked for her. Acting mature—her idea of mature—is boring to her, and for reasons out of her reach, she's never been able to grasp every magical subject out there. Her main wish in life is to be happy; loving everything that she does and loving the place where she lives, and if she's lucky, loving the person she could call her partner.

    Soft and cushy in nature, it can be said that her delicate wishes come without much surprise. Although many relatives are tough, if not brusque, Leona is certainly one of the odd ones in her clan with not a drop of ambition or monetary greed in her blood. Instead, the witch is compassionate and empathetic, showing concern for everyone and everything, and willing to lend herself over to any who might wish her presence. Leona doesn't wait to be needed, though. However considerate the badger might be for others, she is oblivious to the fact that not everyone seeks out help. She can be forceful in "giving" help to those she sees in trouble, and be ignorant or untrusting of a person's sincerity in telling her to "go away." Simply put: the Spaniard is stubborn. Once she's decided she's needed somewhere, or has her eyes set on a certain goal, it can be one hell of a ride before she decides otherwise and leaves a situation alone. She means well, of course, but Leona has something of an unlucky streak in how things play out for her. Although, her luck has been known to surface in the most dire of cases.

    One of the most defining things about Leona is her atrociously loud voice that can carry on for miles in a rather joyful tune. While she may not be aware of it, the Spaniard loves to hear herself almost as much as she loves to hear others. She doesn't mean to confuse or offend anyone by talking a mile a minute or by projecting her voice as far as she can possibly manage. The witch just doesn't have great control over her volume, though she'd never think to refuse trying to keep her voice lower if ever asked, or demanded. She is innocent in most of her ways like this; incapable of distinguishing what is acceptable behavior of a seventeen year old young lady, but not meaning to be a pain in anyone's rear.

    Leona can best be likened to a ball of energy. She floats through the castle without much guidance, allowing the walls, the people, and the random object she thinks is speaking to her to alter her course and send her off somewhere where she might not have even anticipated going. She, also, moves with a vivacious convention, almost literally bouncing as she moves about, and carrying a light, mirthful essence to how she allows her words to roll off her rapid tongue. Her moderately thick Spanish accent helps to define the witch as 'tropical,' or lively, which she, though unaware, can be known to take advantage of when she's feeling particularly gleeful. A general rule: the longer her r's are rolled, the happier she happens to be.

    It can easily be seen that the Hufflepuff isn't big on thinking things through. She is wildly impulsive, and almost quite truly insane. But it'd be a mistake to believe she never thinks or that she is never slightly aware of things like consequences. Leona in fact worries herself about the consequences of things very often, her chipped nail polish or marginally bitten nails as proof that she is often lost in thought. However it isn't a promise that she considers the consequences of anything at the forefront of her mind, or pays much mind to those thoughts, if at all. Her subconscious can be rather active, without her even noticing. And even when she does notice that her gut instincts are telling her to not proceed with something, there's no guarantee that she won't merely shrug the feelings off and move forth with her plan anyway.
History: [ heavily edit for inconsistencies and grammar / spelling / etc. ]
    Back before cell phones and computers, where things like radios or landline telephones were privileges for those who could afford it, two humble artists were oblivious to the technologically advancing world not simply out of choice, but because they didn't have the money to be so involved. They had other things to steal their attentions; things that, to this day, they would say were far more worth their time and gentle care. These two art lovers, stuck in the poorer outskirts of Alcalá de Henares nearish to the small city's largely underused river, were busy from their youth and well into their older years raising a very large and extensive family. Thirteen children came from Amadeo Luis and Jimena Flor de los Santos-Vega, and all thirteen were crammed into an old adobe home for many years. Economically hindered from their professions as artists and craftsmen, both Amadeo and Jimena worked their hardest to instill upon all of their children a handiness that could not be taught in any normal school. They taught them all how to draw fresh water from the river, how to make do and fish when they didn't have the “proper” equipment to do so. They taught them how to bargain for the best deals while at the market, though above all, they taught them the basic values and beliefs that their own parents had passed down to them. Hardworkers got the most out of life, even if it didn't always end with the most luxurious of lifestyles; art was a thing that god allowed all to create, but not all could appreciate; respect for the elderly was always required, no matter how bitter or grumpy or uninviting a particular viejo acted. All these were among a small handful of what Amadeo and Jimena tried to teach their children, and what they still try to teach to their grandchildren so many years later.

    But grandchildren would come later, after most of the Santos-Vega children had grown into their teenage years and began working and sending much of their money in la alcancía---their moneybank. With many of them taking small jobs at the shops within the more touristy parts of the city, and some traveling as far as within the inner city of Madrid to work higher paying jobs, the funds for a newer, larger, much more closer to Madrid home were met, and the entire family was thus moved to a better home that wasn't rank with dust and dirt and the paw prints of field mice that occasionally ventured in. This new home wasn't by any means a fancy, eloquently built one, but it was sufficient enough for what the Santos-Vega clan needed: a home where they could comfortably fit together. Because remaining together was important, particularly after Jimena started to become more prone to sickness as she aged on. Thirteen children was a lot to bear for any woman, and it became very evident that it had taken its toll on the woman by the time Leona had come around.

    Before Leona, though, there was her mother, Noemí Valentina de los Santos-Vega. Noemi had been the tenth child born, not quiet yet the last, but certainly one of the youngest in her home. Whether her youthfulness could be blamed for her selfishness still remains to be unclear, but while many of her family beliefs were and still are firmly ingrained into her soul, Noemi was one that many need watch out for. She'd talk her way up to get all that she desired, and all that she wanted always happened to be material things. Noemi wanted money, she wanted a room all to herself, she wanted clothes and jewelry and large decorative hats like she'd see many tourists have.

    Noemi's jealousy didn't cease at material things. It seemed to grow and expand to a greater scheme---to the thought of magic and how so many things could be achieved with it, as slowly learned when her youngest sister, Agustina, discovered she could do otherworldly things at a whim. Or on accident, as it seemed to normally be in those early years when wondrous things started happening. Magic entered their home with suspicion and disbelief at first, but once it appeared that Agustina would live better when she learned how to use her special powers, the family accepted her and the other world she was allowed to tap into. This didn't mean that jealousy couldn't still exist on Noemi's part. Nothing could be done for her in regards to magic, since Agustina had no control over who got to be a witch or not, but Noemi was jealous all the same, just as she often became with siblings who married into better lives. One such example exists in one of Leona's aunts by the name of Florencia. Noemi, writhe with jealousy at her older sister Florencia getting married to a doctor and, of course, into a much more successful lifestyle, Noemi took to taking what funds she had been storing secretly away out of her pay check to take a trip and experience a bit of the lavish lifestyle for herself, despite the fact that she was only seventeen. Not even a year's worth of savings could've covered Noemi's plan to travel a bit around Europe, so there had been the questionable twisting of words to coerce her sister Florencia into giving her a large sum of money, to which Noemi never repaid.

    She took her sisters money and left with little word to any part of her family, causing them great worry that she knew would exist, yet there is little remorse in Noemi for all that she did. Maybe it was the sights she'd seen, or the food she ate or the drink she drank, that made her so ignorant of how her actions affected her family. Or, maybe, it was getting swept away by the idea of finally being rich once she met a man by the name of Aden Barnes.

    Aden Michael Barnes, the sole child to Samuel Bradly Barnes and Matilda Holly Barnes, was as arrogant as any wealthy pureblood could get. Born and raised in London, Aden, though from a long line of purebloods, was raised without the same prejudices as some of the other wizard families had. The Barnes' were a clan of wizards who thoroughly enjoyed the muggle world, if only for the single reason that it was easy to con them out of their money. From their youth, the Barnes people would use their magic to perform cheap parlor tricks for the other lads and lasses whom they got the misfortune to spend their time around, though by the time many had grown to adulthood, they all became well endowed in the world of business and entrepreneurs. The pattern of the Barnes family would go as such: a child would be born---hopefully one of the male kind---and to this child, the former father's or mother's business would be entrusted. From there, the child could choose to sell out and embark on their own business adventures, or as with the case with Samuel, begin expanding on an already established empire. With this kind of pattern going on for centuries, it was more often bizarre when a pair of Barnes' would have two children instead of one.

    Regardless, Aden, not among the select few who had the opportunity to grow up with another sibling around, was left on his own for much of his childhood as his parents would often take off on business and leave the boy to the nanny. Spoiled and rotten were words that surprisingly couldn't be used so strongly against Aden, though, as his parents were very strict with him, and his personality not of the sort to lash out in the open. No, Aden was a quiet and calculating boy, one who was only biding his time until he could get vengance for all the times that his parents embarrassed him in front of their employees, or for the many times when physical punishment was brought unto him for the simplest of mistakes. Claimed with the image of a well-intent boy, it came as a huge surprise when Aden merely had everything bad to say about his parents once they passed on early into his life. Right at the age of eighteen, Aden inherited the large freelancing business that his father and forefather had built, and with that, a large estate which he sold in a heartbeat to further distant himself from the rotten memories of his childhood.

    He was ready to live a life on his own, free of parents who only caused harm and left with an inheritance that could've supported anyone till their dying days. He wasn't ready, however, for Noemi Valentina to come crashing into his life with her fiery temper and her quick tongue that spit as much venom as he could recall spiting himself when he had been a proud Slytherin at Hogwarts. They had met at random, walking along a bridge one mid-summer's afternoon. Noemi, star-struck still at all the sights she wouldn't have dreamed of being able to see had taken care to notice where she walked. Aden, invested into a recent article on the state of the stockmarket at the time, was not so gracious to watch where he was going, and soon his tall strapping body collided into the smaller, more petite one of Noemi. He was fine with just grunting at her and being on his way. She was not.

    Dubiously, Aden accepted the date that Noemi had forced upon him. In her eyes, he owed her for smashing her toes and nearly causing her to fall over, and she wasn't about to let him get on with his life without repaying her. Or, in truth, without stealing a free meal from him.

    Something happened as Aden listened to the Spanish woman talk on and on about how selfish he was and about how ungrateful and impolite she believed him to be. She spoke nothing but awful nonsense about him all through dinner, but it was at her strange bashfulness at dessert where the man finally decided to try and see her again. Such was the way things went for Aden and Noemi; where the man was far more interested in this bold woman from Spain and the woman happily accepting of everything this rich man could buy her. Towards the end of summer, when Noemi's funds were running low and she had no choice but to go back home, Aden made the perhaps rash decision to propose to her. She, of course, accepted, and spent yet another month with Aden in London before braving a trip home to face her family who angrily awaited word from their daughter and sister who had left without much word or explanation. Arguments came with her return but were soon quieted to nothing but voiceless grudges as the wedding between Noemi and Aden was announced.

    Wed on a late autumn's eve, it took no more than a year for Noemi and Aden to run into problems with their marriage. Aden was far too distant from the thought of family and closeness than Noemi liked, and the cold climate of England was soon becoming a lonely reminder that the woman hadn't a single family member near by. Despite disliking how her family lived back in Spain, Noemi didn't like to be lonely. She wanted any children she'd have to grow up with her nieces and nephews, and to be brought up in a house that held the same values and beliefs that her own parents had. Arguments about moving to Spain always grew one degree more intense that divorce seemed to loom over the Barnes-Santos household. The final string hadn't been snipped until Noemi's mother, Jimena, had to be taken to the hospital after having fainted in the kitchen. Aden was firm in his belief that the Santos' didn't need them to be over there in Madrid. Health issues weren't solved through things like family togetherness or love. They were solved through things like medicine, or magic, though the latter he refused to tell his wife about. It didn't matter how he felt in the end though. Noemi simply left her ring on a nightstand in her former home, took their papers that bound them together and tore them to shreds, leaving England in a huff and filing for divorce as soon as her mother was discharged. Aden, so shook up at the very thought of his having lost his first wife, signed the divorce papers without so much as looking them over twice.

    Noemi left him with not only a broken heart, but with almost half of his fortune too.

    Well off after having 'won' in the divorce, Noemi became more relaxed and more willing to help her family at home where a little less than half of her siblings---both wed and unwed---still lived. She was home, safe and comforted by her sisters and brothers because they thought her to be a mess after the divorce. She was home to play that role of unfortunate child, happy to accept all the attention. She was home, too, for when the youngest Santos-Vega daughter graduated from the wizarding school in Spain, gleaming with happiness because at least one of her siblings had completed some kind of schooling. Which was to say, the Santos-Vega clan had surely accepted Agustina's gift. It was strange and surreal, but she was family, and family always looked after family. This philosophy was taken no different once Noemi discovered she was pregnant. She had known about it when she filed for divorce just a few months prior to Agustina graduating, but hadn't said a word because she was afraid, and simply didn't want to think that she was carrying a child as a single mother. The secret couldn't be kept for long, of course, and it was during a chilling morning when Noemi finally admitted that her little baby bump was indeed real. The news came strange, alarming, almost, like despite the jokes about Noemi being pregnant were actually true, there left little to laugh about. Winter months came and went with the woman's family being cautious around her and her soon to be wacky hormones. She didn't think much of what she her neighbors whispering about, didn't ever think to accept her some of her older brothers' help to track Aden down and force him to take responsibility of the unborn child. For a long while, Noemi was not much more but like a robot, just going through the motions of her life at home, not really bothering to talk much or get involved in anything she used to love. Then July 24th came around, and it was as if life anew had been granted to the troubled woman.

    Leona Celestine... That was the name Noemi knew she wanted for her daughter. She liked the first half of the forename, Leona, because it rolled off her tongue smoothly and beautifully, and the second half of her daugther's first name because it meant promise and hope for Noemi, a thing that she realized she desperately needed as her life wasn't quite as perfect as she would've loved it to be. There left the trouble of what surname to give her newborn, though. Traditionally, as is Spanish custom, those born of that descent would carry two parts of a name to form a forename, and then carry their paternal's first surname coupled with their maternal's first surname. Noemi bore the name of Noemi Valentina de los Santos-Vega. But what would her daughter have, not having a father around to give his last name to? Noemi supposed that she could have given her full last name to Leona Celestine, as well, but... there was something bitter about that thought. Something that made her cringe, that made her grip against the edge of her hospital bed, knuckles turning white as her teeth gritted in frustration. No. She would break custom. She would toss away tradition because her life hadn't followed it thus far. So, with a bitter, vengeful attitude, Noemi named her daughter simply Leona Celestine de los Santos---not owing the young child to anything but the Santos name because there was no one else that her child belonged to.

    Oddly enough, Leona never seemed to truly belong to her mother in spirit. She was as loud and boisterous as her mother normally was, but aside from that, the girl never really set out to cause trouble or rebel. All that the young Spanish girl ever seemed to want was to have fun and play harmless games, and in a home full of family and cousins around her age, it wasn't terribly hard to find something fun to do. Particularly, Leona spent much of her time with Eva Inez de los Santos-Ruiz, whom was a mere few months her senior. Compared to Eva, Leona was a drop of heavenly sunshine, always bouncing around from different corners of the house, hardly causing headaches or trouble when an adult in the family told her no to something she wanted or wanted to do. The girl would mope as many children did, but it was never very long before she was happily skipping about, bearing a smile that seemed to make all around her smile back. Just about the only day where the eventual Hufflepuff showed an emotion aside from joy was the day she was first sent off to school, where she cried and fussed and questioned every stranger who walked by why her mother wasn't allowed to go to school with her.

    It wasn't long, however, before Leona discovered the hidden oasis that was masked behind homework and tests and rules that seemed outlandish to some of the more rebellious of children. School wasn't a place that meant she'd never see her mother or family again. She could stay there for a handful of hours and play and talk with other people---friends---and be back home with her family in time for dinner.

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