Post by hermionelms on Mar 17, 2008 21:33:43 GMT -5
Full Name: Esmeralda
Nickname(s): none
Birthday: April 22nd
Age: Nineteen, although she appears younger
Gender: Female
Desired Position: Vagrant, wanderer, street musician and dancer.
Character Information
Appearance: A slender, petite figure of five foot two, Esmeralda appears taller due to her dancer's posture. Her hair is long, black as night and full of thick curls and waves. Her eyes as black as well and her skin is dark, a product of earlier generations' extensive travels. Her nose is wide, almost African, but her lips full, in the Italian manner. A gypsy hot dog, if you will. She has a penchant for bright colors and she usually opts for the traditional full skirt, belted at the waist, sometimes adorned with an apron.
Personality:
History: Esmeralda is of the breed known as Gitans to the French, Roma or Gypsies, a group that hasn't much altered in the last few centuries. She does not remember her parents, her earliest memories are evenings spent with her 'Uncle' Yoska and her brother.
Random Info
Likes:
Dance
Music
Paris
Exploring
Thieving
Mystery
Loneliness
Dislikes:
Aristocracy
Opera
Authority
Fears:
Habits:
Family
Parents: Both deceased
Sibling(s): A twenty-four year-old brother, Emilian
Relative(s): Her surrogate uncle, Yoska
Other
Custom Title: The Merry Wanderer
The magic word: Inside My Mind
Role Play Sample:
The halls of Hogwarts were emtpy as students were off at exams. They were testing for Divination at the moment, a subject Sirius absolutely reviled. It was too dodgy for him. Most of its practitioners were batty old witches and warlocks with frizzy hair, often they wouldn't be very good at regular magic and often they hadn't showered in quite a few weeks. Not surprisingly, his mother had been a diviner herself, and Sirius had had enough of being told he would die on the Fourth of January. No, Sirius, unlike most of his friends, had rid himself of the subject in 5th year and now he was quite at liberty to enjoy the sunny afternoon however he very well pleased. And he had safely passed the Fourth of January without incident other than being caught with dungbombs by the caretaker.
Sirius hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his perfectly ripped jeans. A melody issued from his puckered lips. He was an expert whistler and his hair was as always, perfectly mussed. He was modern-day Tom Sawyer, though he had put quite a bit more effort into his look that Sawyer had. Sirius knew that's what girls liked and he could pull it off quite suavely. The caretaker eyed him anxiously as Sirius passed his first floor office but Sirius just smiled jovially at the old man and kept walking and whistling.
He pushed through the grand wooden doors that led onto the grounds. The grounds too were deserted but for a few first years splashing the Giant Squid in the Lake. Sirius half wished he could join them in their carefree fun but he had other things to worry about. He was nearly out of school and had no idea what to do with his life. He knew he had a home with the Potters, for now, but what to do afterwards? He certaintly couldn't go "home" to Grimmauld Place.
Sirius settled carefully into the dirt beneath a spreading oak tree that had served as a meeting place for generations of Hogwarts students. He watched the first years lazily, his eyes staring dreamily at the splashes of water. Why not have a bit of fun? He pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it between his fingers before hissing, "Wingardium leviosa," and sending a first year into the air. Sirius chuckled to himself. What fun!
Any other person would be immediately attacked by pangs of concious. Not Sirius. He made that child spin in the air until he was bored. Thankfully Sirius short attention span meant the boy only suffered for about two minutes. He glanced around, in search of some other form of entertainment. Nothing seemed to reveal itself. He twirled the wand a few more time before sliding it back into the inside pocket of his worn black robes. He hadn't had the money to buy new ones, what with being cut off from his parents and giving Mr. and Mrs. Potter whatever he could. They had tried to make him not pay, but as a Black, he was too proud to stay for free.
He stretched out on the warm grass, the blazing sun making his eyes want to close. He leaned his head against a soft patch of moss and dozed off. Lazy afternoons were his forte.
As though waiting for his eyes to close, a dream began to play in his minds' eye, rather like a film on an old hand-crank camera. The image was blurry and seemed very far away but he could hear the words ringing loud and clear.
The long hallway was dank and decrepit, the carpet was so thick with filth that one could not tell its original color. A single wall sconces lit the whole hall, though it wasn't nearly enough. A picture hung here and there on the wall depicting various forms of torture or stodgy old warlocks. Sirius gave a violent shiver. He knew where he was, the place he had never wanted to return to again. The row of decapitated elf heads could not be mistaken for an other residence. Grimmauld Place. He looked around. There didn't seem to be anyone about. Well, except for the rats.
Footsteps echoed behind him and he spun on his heel. Mangy little Kreacher was making his slow way up the stairs, looking as nasty as always. Sirius nearly gagged but Kreacher took no notice, but rather continued down the hallway. Sirius followed turning in the first doorway on the left, Regalus' room. Seven-year-old Regalus sat upon the bed, playing with a beaten up teddy. "Hey!" Sirius shouted, but Regalus took no notice. It seemed this would be one of those dreams where no one could hear him.
Sirius turned to leave the room but another Sirius blocked the way. Apparently this one could be heard because he ignored Sirius and began shouting at the boy now crouched on the bed. "You stupid little git! Why'd you touch my sneak-o-scope. I hope you go and die!" The shouting Sirius pulled out his wand and pointed it towards Regalus, but before he could find out what spell dream-Sirius was to cast a holler came from down the hall. An ear-piercing shriek that could only belong to Walburga Black. The dream-Sirius rushed out into the hall leavin Sirius to watch his brother get coddled by his mother. She walked in, in all her hag-like glory, her long filthy locks framing her face like a portrait. She was younger than he remembered her, her black eyes were bigger, and there were less lines in her forehead. She preceded to cuddle Regalus and kiss him on the forehead before taking to dream-Sirius like a knife. She shouted profanities at him and then with her wand poised shouted "Cruciatus!"
But Sirius was ready he pointed his wand at her and with a great shout of "STUPEFY!" she collapsed on the ground. He ran down the hall, leaping over her motionless body and making his way out the front door. Sirius knew he was headed for the Potter's.
Sirius awoke with a shudder and a face peering over him. Emmeline Vance. Only the hottest girl in school. He smiled suavely, quickly losing the fear that the dream had instilled in him.
" Now that wasn't nice. "
Sirius hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his perfectly ripped jeans. A melody issued from his puckered lips. He was an expert whistler and his hair was as always, perfectly mussed. He was modern-day Tom Sawyer, though he had put quite a bit more effort into his look that Sawyer had. Sirius knew that's what girls liked and he could pull it off quite suavely. The caretaker eyed him anxiously as Sirius passed his first floor office but Sirius just smiled jovially at the old man and kept walking and whistling.
He pushed through the grand wooden doors that led onto the grounds. The grounds too were deserted but for a few first years splashing the Giant Squid in the Lake. Sirius half wished he could join them in their carefree fun but he had other things to worry about. He was nearly out of school and had no idea what to do with his life. He knew he had a home with the Potters, for now, but what to do afterwards? He certaintly couldn't go "home" to Grimmauld Place.
Sirius settled carefully into the dirt beneath a spreading oak tree that had served as a meeting place for generations of Hogwarts students. He watched the first years lazily, his eyes staring dreamily at the splashes of water. Why not have a bit of fun? He pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it between his fingers before hissing, "Wingardium leviosa," and sending a first year into the air. Sirius chuckled to himself. What fun!
Any other person would be immediately attacked by pangs of concious. Not Sirius. He made that child spin in the air until he was bored. Thankfully Sirius short attention span meant the boy only suffered for about two minutes. He glanced around, in search of some other form of entertainment. Nothing seemed to reveal itself. He twirled the wand a few more time before sliding it back into the inside pocket of his worn black robes. He hadn't had the money to buy new ones, what with being cut off from his parents and giving Mr. and Mrs. Potter whatever he could. They had tried to make him not pay, but as a Black, he was too proud to stay for free.
He stretched out on the warm grass, the blazing sun making his eyes want to close. He leaned his head against a soft patch of moss and dozed off. Lazy afternoons were his forte.
As though waiting for his eyes to close, a dream began to play in his minds' eye, rather like a film on an old hand-crank camera. The image was blurry and seemed very far away but he could hear the words ringing loud and clear.
The long hallway was dank and decrepit, the carpet was so thick with filth that one could not tell its original color. A single wall sconces lit the whole hall, though it wasn't nearly enough. A picture hung here and there on the wall depicting various forms of torture or stodgy old warlocks. Sirius gave a violent shiver. He knew where he was, the place he had never wanted to return to again. The row of decapitated elf heads could not be mistaken for an other residence. Grimmauld Place. He looked around. There didn't seem to be anyone about. Well, except for the rats.
Footsteps echoed behind him and he spun on his heel. Mangy little Kreacher was making his slow way up the stairs, looking as nasty as always. Sirius nearly gagged but Kreacher took no notice, but rather continued down the hallway. Sirius followed turning in the first doorway on the left, Regalus' room. Seven-year-old Regalus sat upon the bed, playing with a beaten up teddy. "Hey!" Sirius shouted, but Regalus took no notice. It seemed this would be one of those dreams where no one could hear him.
Sirius turned to leave the room but another Sirius blocked the way. Apparently this one could be heard because he ignored Sirius and began shouting at the boy now crouched on the bed. "You stupid little git! Why'd you touch my sneak-o-scope. I hope you go and die!" The shouting Sirius pulled out his wand and pointed it towards Regalus, but before he could find out what spell dream-Sirius was to cast a holler came from down the hall. An ear-piercing shriek that could only belong to Walburga Black. The dream-Sirius rushed out into the hall leavin Sirius to watch his brother get coddled by his mother. She walked in, in all her hag-like glory, her long filthy locks framing her face like a portrait. She was younger than he remembered her, her black eyes were bigger, and there were less lines in her forehead. She preceded to cuddle Regalus and kiss him on the forehead before taking to dream-Sirius like a knife. She shouted profanities at him and then with her wand poised shouted "Cruciatus!"
But Sirius was ready he pointed his wand at her and with a great shout of "STUPEFY!" she collapsed on the ground. He ran down the hall, leaping over her motionless body and making his way out the front door. Sirius knew he was headed for the Potter's.
Sirius awoke with a shudder and a face peering over him. Emmeline Vance. Only the hottest girl in school. He smiled suavely, quickly losing the fear that the dream had instilled in him.
" Now that wasn't nice. "
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