VILLARREAL, irina graciela

[irina graciela villarreal]

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Irina Graciela Villarreal



PLAY BY: Christian Serratos

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THE BASICS ,

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NICKNAMES: Rina
AGE: 16
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: 6th
BLOOD STATUS: Half blood
ALLIANCE: Unknown.
WEALTH STATUS : Middle class
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
PATRONUS: Parakeet
BOGGART: A cacophony of screams
MIRROR OF ERISED: Herself, in a lecture hall, surrounded by students who listen attentively, hanging off her every word. Desire.

THE PERSONALITY ,

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“Shy, almost painfully so; socially inept; awkward but kind” are phrases that have branded Irina her entire life. Easily forgettable, utterly unimportant and reduced to wallpaper seem more appropriate, even to her, but recently she’s been determined to change that. It frustrates her to no end to not to be acknowledged, and recent events have been the last straw. She knows she is somewhat of a cliché – the unnoticed sibling, and is very conscious of the smallness of her dilemma. But she wants to outshine her family, just once.

She hides her passions well, containing them in the recesses of her person, and gaining her the true title of an introvert. Her only way to reach out to others is through tutoring and school, but she doesn’t mind it at all. After all, she wishes to be a teacher – someone like the Dumbledore her grandparents tell stories about. She wants to live her life in lecture halls, classrooms, libraries and among students. Secretly, she believes it’s the only life in store for her.

Albeit her closed personality, she is strangely thoughtful and capable of latching onto something or someone and loving it or them fiercely. She is slow to anger but a terrible force in the once in a blue moon chance that she lets it unleash; the self restraint is a fruit of the endless patience required in her family. Irina smiles, frowns, laughs and cries softly, never letting it get too out of hand. It is never hypocritical, as she can’t abide hypocrisy and the pain it brings.

Her family is important to her, she sustains them and they uphold her. It is a continuous give and take. She won’t argue, and instead tries to placate the other – smoothing over the conflict. She always speaks carefully, often people think she is slow because of this. She treats books like people, and always tries to take care of things – like a small mouse.

THE HISTORY ,

MOTHER: Dahlia Mary Cook, 47, housewife
FATHER: Xavier Fernando Villarreal, 52,
SIBLINGS: Nora Alejandra Villarreal, 21
Lucas Daniel Villarreal, 19
Marielena Pilar Villarreal, 13
OTHER RELATIVES:Franklin James Cook (muggle maternal grandfather), 86
Aquila Vera Blacklace (pureblooded maternal grandmother), 78
PETS: A mangy old tabby cat by the name of Caligula
HISTORY: The world received Irina Grace Villarreal on the 18th of November, a perfect labor that was easy on Dahlia in comparison to those of her siblings. She left St. Mungo’s in wrapped in her baby pink blanket, her thin hand fisted around her mother’s forefinger, and entered the magical world with relative ease.

Her father had successfully acquired Flourish & Blotts and entered the book business, determined to devout his life to it. He installed his family on the third and fourth flour of the building, above the shop. By doing so, he granted a small and slight seven year-old Irina an unlimited access to the rooftops of Diagon Alley. Her favorite was a nook on the roof of Madame Malkin’s, where she could read and people watch in relative peace.

Due to the expansion of the shop, her free time became limited as she began to collaborate in the sorting of new arrivals, cleaning up in the small café area, carrying order sheets and classifying customer complaints. She often credits the tedious work imposed on her as the source of her patience. It was here that she interacted the most with her siblings, chatting as they worked among the piles of gleaming, leather-bound books. They would exchange opinions rapidly, quiet Irina struggling to keep up to the speed of their conversation.

Her Hogwarts letter was a relief for her eleven year-old self. It wasn’t that she was worried she wouldn’t receive one – it was more that she felt that her part in the family business was becoming unbearable. Magic had always come to her easily: when she was little, her baby blanket would crackle with electricity. Her mother, worried about the small out spurts of magic, returned to St. Mungo’s within a year of Irina’s birth in hope of an answer. She found one.

Irina had cardiac dysrhythmia, in other words, an irregular heartbeat. The healers theorized that the irregularity made her magic a bit unstable. They considered the body a channel for magic and concluded that if something was off about the mechanisms of the conductor then there would be problems with the magic. But they assured Dahlia that it would not prove anything more than a minor inconvenience for her little girl.

And indeed it wasn’t. Irina taught herself to limit her reaction to biting her lower lip whenever she felt a palpitation and the condition went unnoticed in Hogwarts.

Irina’s school years aren’t filled with the remarkable. She was sorted into Ravenclaw within a second of the Hat having been placed on her head, became the equivalent of a wall fixture in her dorm room, was a member of the Gobstones club for a brief period, received all O’s in her OWLs. Caligula, her cat, became her most trusted confidante; her best friend became the empty space next to her in classes and in lunch. But now, Irina’s felt something she has never felt before: loneliness. And she’s determined to change that.

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THE PLAYER ,

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OOC NAME: Viv
AGE: 17
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Vera Moor was having a very uneventful day, something the girl wasn't accustomed to. Things tended to happen around her, good and bad, with complete disregard for her desire for peace. It was only logical to her that this was a good omen about her new location (it was not quite her home). Boredom soon became annoying, she decided to explore her new surroundings as matter to prevent herself from doing something incredible stupid to cure the tediousness.

Weaving her way through the cobblestoned roads of the town, her eyes rested on many unfamiliar countenances and sites, assessing them with a narrow glance. The people were pleasant, almost quaint, and as for the town itself, she concluded that it was impossible to get her way around if she didn't have one of those annoying tour guides who treat you like you’re from another dimension.

Time seemed to escape Vera. When her head started to ache and the weight of her bag became harder to shoulder, Vera headed into the The Three Brooomsticks in search of respite. The atmosphere was cozy, and the place was bustling with witches and wizards. A lack of employees was apparent, though, as the voice of a loudly complaining customer, moaning about the tardiness of the service, reached her ears. Vera rolled her eyes, the voice agreed with her: taking a job as a waitress was now out of the question for the blonde.

She pivoted slowly on her heels, partially so she could see everything and also to search for an empty table in the inn. Her grey eyes were keen on scanning the place. Consequently, she was completely caught unawares as she felt the brief shock of icy water against her skin, goosebumps rippling along her spine. Her favorite yellow t-shirt and organdy skirt had been soaked and dried in the time span of a few seconds. The voice snickered, laughing at her predicament.

A boy, not much older than her, panicked and apologized awkwardly. She had been intent on raising hell but at the sight of him, Vera felt something in her soften.

"No, no, that's okay," Vera tried to reassure the frantic employee, her voice measured and soothing. "You did me a favor, I won't have to shower now." The tables were turned now: she, the afflicted customer, was comforting him, the clumsy employee.

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