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 Felipe Silva
Jacee · 16 · 6 · · Halfblood · 5'10"
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Jan 2 2017, 10:10 PM   Link Quote
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Name: Felipe Silva
Age: Sixteen
Year: Sixth
Bloodline: Halfblood

Appearance:

Quick, hard steps resound, signalling Felipe's arrival. He attempts a confident strut when he walks, though in the midst of a growth spurt his steps are a little clumsy. His arms, sometimes rigid at his side, are usually carrying a pile of books or a broomstick, or potion ingredients of some sort. Felipe has frequently got a frown on his face because he is frequently bent over his assignments. His manner is more nervous than easygoing, and he does have trouble making small talk. In fact, he comes off a little snobbish and cold at first glance. He only really relaxes around new people when he is drunk, or when he trusts you enough to let you into his inner circle. His smiles and laughs, almost always reserved, are more real and relaxed when he is around his closest friends.

Personality:

In one way or another, Felipe is always trying to prove himself. He achieves high marks in his classes to prove his worth to his professors. He laughs and he jokes and tries to say all the right things to prove his worth to his peers and comrades, sometimes to the point where he becomes a little bit of a pushover to meet expectations. He tries to embody the spirit of the perfect student, the perfect friend, the perfect son to prove his worth to everyone. Like his mother, he is shrewd and resourceful. He can figure out how to make anything happen, no matter how challenging or ridiculous or seemingly impossible. There is always a means to some end and if Felipe is tasked with meeting that end, he damn well will do it. Even if it’s at the expense of someone else.

All outward appearances suggest that Felipe is a sweet, mild-mannered young man. And for the most part, he is. He typically hasn’t got any ill feelings against anybody. He has a handful of close friends. He would do anything for them. To them, he is funny and outgoing and reliable, and maybe even a little crazy but that’s perfectly fine. Outside of that circle, his relationships are more ambiguous. See, in trying to prove himself, he became accustomed to the glory and the praise associated with achieving things. However, he is not always willing to share the spotlight. Some people, he keeps at a distance out of jealousy of their achievements. He can be cordial – he’s very good at that. Maybe they might even think he is their friend, but at the first opportunity he would not hesitate to turn on them and claim glory for himself.

At least, he thinks he could do that. He’d never had to do that before, but he likes to think that he can.

Some call him ambitious, but Felipe thinks that he is just trying to learn as much as he can. All he knows is that he does his best and works hard to excel at everything he does. He is not a natural leader, and while it used to grate on his nerves, he’s come to accept it. He much prefers to be the next in command. After all, it’s easier to see the little details when you’re the one being relied upon to drive things forward. And that’s what he excels at, after all – the details. He prefers being relied upon, being the first to advise. He can lead from the shadows. Only when it is absolutely necessary would Felipe take charge and lead. Never otherwise.

Underneath it all, Felipe is wracked with insecurities and questions and confusion. He tries to hide all that under a façade. In truth, he does not simply ‘do his best’. He must be the best. He is incredibly hard on himself. If he’s harder on himself than anyone else, then no one can hurt him, he thinks. He needs to be to achieve everything he’s achieved thus far, and he needs to be even harder on himself if he wants to stay relevant. His primary motivation stems from the fact that anything he does, no matter how good, is never really good enough. He can always do better. This frame of mind is simply exhausting. And maybe that’s the reason why Felipe gets stupid drunk when the opportunity arises. It becomes so much easier to break out of the mold that he’s created, so much easier to be reckless and fickle and absolutely insane. Because the rigid image he’s developed drives him absolutely insane. If he spills his heart out, he doesn’t acknowledge it the next day. If he kisses a nice girl, or two, well it’s because he’s feeling confident enough to open his heart up to someone, but then he closes it back up at sunrise.

Character Background:

Felipe’s first memory is of his papa kicking a football toward him for the first time. He toddles toward the ball, brings his leg back and swings it forward, just like his papa did. Suddenly, he is on his back and the sun is shining bright in his wide brown eyes. Up above, pigeons glide across the blue skies of summer in Buenos Aires. His father leans over him and tickles his chin. Felipe giggles. He smells his father’s sweat as the man picks him up, chuckling, and props him back on his feet. “Vamo, Felipe. Try again.” Again, he waddles toward the ball and tries to kick it up, up, up. It bounces forward less than a foot and he turns and grins so wide at his father. “You did it Felipe!” In the distance, a tinkling laugh resounds and Felipe turns toward it. His mama walks toward them, her hair blowing in the wind. He runs like the wind and hugs her knees, inhaling her flowery scent. His father’s booming laugh joins the din. One happy family.

It is not so much a memory. It is more like a dream.

He wakes up, at six years old, to doors slamming loudly shut. The sky is somber gray outside his window. Winter in Buenos Aires. Felipe is still in his pajamas when he trudges down the stairs. An eerie silence has befallen the house. The people in the portraits who usually greet him good morning, are absent from their frames today. He finds mama in the dining room, frowning in her tea. He climbs up onto the chair at her right side to take his breakfast. Juliana smiles, pulls his head toward her and kisses his hair. “Good morning, Mijo.” Felipe notices that there is sadness in her smile again today. He wishes she could be happy.

A year later, Léon Montealegre is on his way to becoming the youngest Minister for Magic the country has ever seen. With the glory of the Montealegre family at his bag and a beautiful witch at his side, he was ready to conquer the world. Felipe sees his father’s image smiling charismatically in the wizarding newspapers in Havana and yearns to understand why, why did papa leave him and mama. Juliana sees her son staring wide-eyed at the papers and gently pries them from his fingers. After three months, it became clear to Felipe that they were not going back to Buenos Aires. That was alright because he and mama had many adventures together in Cuba, in Costa Rica, in Mexico, even in America! Mama is an intelligent woman. She taught him everything he needed to know and anything she could not teach him, she learned with him. Together they climbed ruins and cliffs, and perused ancient libraries.

“You can never stop learning,” she would tell him constantly.

When Felipe is ten years old, mama says something about letting him go to school where she did – the best of the best. This time they move even further north to England. The country is cold and dry, quite unlike the lush rainforests in the Americas. Felipe meets his mother’s family for the first time. They settle in a nice little house in Brighton and after a year, Felipe is sent to Hogwarts.

Felipe has never forgotten his father. He learned early on that the mere mention of his father makes his mother purse her lips before aggressively changing the subject. Still, the memory of his father and of happier times in their old home in Buenos Aires dance in the background of his memory when he returns to his mother in Brighton. After two elections, Léon Montealegre has finally accomplished his dream of becoming Minister for Magic far away in Argentina. Felipe keeps up with the news just as he keeps up with his classes. As his professors speak of his ambition and his drive to succeed, he wonders if this is all that he inherited from his father.
Jacee · 16 · 6 · · Halfblood · 5'10"
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Jan 2 2017, 10:26 PM   Link Quote
REVISION 1

Edits:
- Expanded appearance section


Name: Felipe Silva
Age: Sixteen
Year: Sixth
Bloodline: Halfblood

Appearance:

Quick, hard steps resound, signalling Felipe's arrival. He attempts a confident strut when he walks, though in the midst of a growth spurt his steps are a little clumsy. His arms, sometimes rigid at his side, are usually carrying a pile of books or a broomstick, or potion ingredients of some sort. Felipe has frequently got a frown on his face because he is frequently bent over his assignments. His manner is more nervous than easygoing, and he does have trouble making small talk. In fact, he comes off a little snobbish and cold at first glance. He only really relaxes around new people when he is drunk, or when he trusts you enough to let you into his inner circle. His smiles and laughs, almost always reserved, are more real and relaxed when he is around his closest friends.

TO BE EXPANDED

Personality:

In one way or another, Felipe is always trying to prove himself. He achieves high marks in his classes to prove his worth to his professors. He laughs and he jokes and tries to say all the right things to prove his worth to his peers and comrades, sometimes to the point where he becomes a little bit of a pushover to meet expectations. He tries to embody the spirit of the perfect student, the perfect friend, the perfect son to prove his worth to everyone. Like his mother, he is shrewd and resourceful. He can figure out how to make anything happen, no matter how challenging or ridiculous or seemingly impossible. There is always a means to some end and if Felipe is tasked with meeting that end, he damn well will do it. Even if it’s at the expense of someone else.

All outward appearances suggest that Felipe is a sweet, mild-mannered young man. And for the most part, he is. He typically hasn’t got any ill feelings against anybody. He has a handful of close friends. He would do anything for them. To them, he is funny and outgoing and reliable, and maybe even a little crazy but that’s perfectly fine. Outside of that circle, his relationships are more ambiguous. See, in trying to prove himself, he became accustomed to the glory and the praise associated with achieving things. However, he is not always willing to share the spotlight. Some people, he keeps at a distance out of jealousy of their achievements. He can be cordial – he’s very good at that. Maybe they might even think he is their friend, but at the first opportunity he would not hesitate to turn on them and claim glory for himself.

At least, he thinks he could do that. He’d never had to do that before, but he likes to think that he can.

Some call him ambitious, but Felipe thinks that he is just trying to learn as much as he can. All he knows is that he does his best and works hard to excel at everything he does. He is not a natural leader, and while it used to grate on his nerves, he’s come to accept it. He much prefers to be the next in command. After all, it’s easier to see the little details when you’re the one being relied upon to drive things forward. And that’s what he excels at, after all – the details. He prefers being relied upon, being the first to advise. He can lead from the shadows. Only when it is absolutely necessary would Felipe take charge and lead. Never otherwise.

Underneath it all, Felipe is wracked with insecurities and questions and confusion. He tries to hide all that under a façade. In truth, he does not simply ‘do his best’. He must be the best. He is incredibly hard on himself. If he’s harder on himself than anyone else, then no one can hurt him, he thinks. He needs to be to achieve everything he’s achieved thus far, and he needs to be even harder on himself if he wants to stay relevant. His primary motivation stems from the fact that anything he does, no matter how good, is never really good enough. He can always do better. This frame of mind is simply exhausting. And maybe that’s the reason why Felipe gets stupid drunk when the opportunity arises. It becomes so much easier to break out of the mold that he’s created, so much easier to be reckless and fickle and absolutely insane. Because the rigid image he’s developed drives him absolutely insane. If he spills his heart out, he doesn’t acknowledge it the next day. If he kisses a nice girl, or two, well it’s because he’s feeling confident enough to open his heart up to someone, but then he closes it back up at sunrise.

Character Background:

Felipe’s first memory is of his papa kicking a football toward him for the first time. He toddles toward the ball, brings his leg back and swings it forward, just like his papa did. Suddenly, he is on his back and the sun is shining bright in his wide brown eyes. Up above, pigeons glide across the blue skies of summer in Buenos Aires. His father leans over him and tickles his chin. Felipe giggles. He smells his father’s sweat as the man picks him up, chuckling, and props him back on his feet. “Vamo, Felipe. Try again.” Again, he waddles toward the ball and tries to kick it up, up, up. It bounces forward less than a foot and he turns and grins so wide at his father. “You did it Felipe!” In the distance, a tinkling laugh resounds and Felipe turns toward it. His mama walks toward them, her hair blowing in the wind. He runs like the wind and hugs her knees, inhaling her flowery scent. His father’s booming laugh joins the din. One happy family.

It is not so much a memory. It is more like a dream.

He wakes up, at six years old, to doors slamming loudly shut. The sky is somber gray outside his window. Winter in Buenos Aires. Felipe is still in his pajamas when he trudges down the stairs. An eerie silence has befallen the house. The people in the portraits who usually greet him good morning, are absent from their frames today. He finds mama in the dining room, frowning in her tea. He climbs up onto the chair at her right side to take his breakfast. Juliana smiles, pulls his head toward her and kisses his hair. “Good morning, Mijo.” Felipe notices that there is sadness in her smile again today. He wishes she could be happy.

A year later, Léon Montealegre is on his way to becoming the youngest Minister for Magic the country has ever seen. With the glory of the Montealegre family at his bag and a beautiful witch at his side, he was ready to conquer the world. Felipe sees his father’s image smiling charismatically in the wizarding newspapers in Havana and yearns to understand why, why did papa leave him and mama. Juliana sees her son staring wide-eyed at the papers and gently pries them from his fingers. After three months, it became clear to Felipe that they were not going back to Buenos Aires. That was alright because he and mama had many adventures together in Cuba, in Costa Rica, in Mexico, even in America! Mama is an intelligent woman. She taught him everything he needed to know and anything she could not teach him, she learned with him. Together they climbed ruins and cliffs, and perused ancient libraries.

“You can never stop learning,” she would tell him constantly.

When Felipe is ten years old, mama says something about letting him go to school where she did – the best of the best. This time they move even further north to England. The country is cold and dry, quite unlike the lush rainforests in the Americas. Felipe meets his mother’s family for the first time. They settle in a nice little house in Brighton and after a year, Felipe is sent to Hogwarts.

Felipe has never forgotten his father. He learned early on that the mere mention of his father makes his mother purse her lips before aggressively changing the subject. Still, the memory of his father and of happier times in their old home in Buenos Aires dance in the background of his memory when he returns to his mother in Brighton. After two elections, Léon Montealegre has finally accomplished his dream of becoming Minister for Magic far away in Argentina. Felipe keeps up with the news just as he keeps up with his classes. As his professors speak of his ambition and his drive to succeed, he wonders if this is all that he inherited from his father.
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