Post by Marcella Castillo on Oct 23, 2006 18:54:11 GMT -5
Name: Marcella Tonia Castillo
Nickname: Ella, but only by friends, Castillo by enemies or people who dislike her or find her annoying.
Blood: Half-Blood.
Gender: A ferocious female; but never say the phrase, ‘just a woman’ in her presence, unless you want a punch in the mouth.
Pet Race: N/A
Pet Name: N/A
Pet Gender: N/A
Description: N/A
Job Applying For: An Auror high in rank, sent in as a type of ‘boss’ to watch over the three other Aurors summoned to the school with her, by Adeline, to protect the students after the attack on the Lioano common room.
Why/Biography: Marcella was born in England, in a large manor south of London. Her Muggle mother raised her until she was five years old, never really bonding or loving the little girl, before fleeing the home in the countryside and heading to her relatives and family in the city, away from her green-eyed daughter and the abusive Spanish wizard she married.
Ella’s father, a handsome, rich wizard who had some close friends in the Ministry as well as Death Eater buddies, hardly cared much about his wife’s absence, and almost immediately set out to find a new one.
He allowed his daughter to go to school when she came of age, of course, the main choice Hogwarts. He would be glad of the quiet he got without her, as well as the money wasted on her that he could be willingly spending on one of his several girlfriends. Sometimes he thought about simply abandoning her somewhere, but what would the girls and the Ministry think of that? Of him?
He didn’t even want to think about it.
When Marcella was eleven, her father married again, this time to an equally wealthy, equally powerful woman- Rose. The two hated each other, the dark haired, green-eyed girl and the pretty, fake, blonde woman seemed always at war. The worst came when Ella found out that Rose was pregnant. Marcella was twelve, then. The young girl threatened to run away, but soon realized that the move would be useless, as she had no money and was nowhere near old enough to gain a job.
So she spent most of her time at school, which suited both her and her father and step-mother perfectly. Marcella spent every holiday there – apart from the ones that you were required to stay at home during -, studying hard and hoping to leave as soon as she hit seventeen. But then, in her very last year at Hogwarts, she met Corentin, a charming young French boy who befriended her.
The two became very close, and, over the course of their seventh year, became even closer, falling in love. Corentin persuaded her to run away with him once they’d finally got away from the school, head to France and stay there, and she willingly agreed, young, stupid and full of hatred – Marcella had always been one to hold quite the grudge - for her father that she was.
The couple had been sleeping together frequently, and it was the night before graduation, after finding out her fabulous – but not perfect by far, as Corentin had distracted Ella from her studies - NEWT results that Marcella found out something else; she was pregnant. Convinced that her dreams of making something, anything of herself were now shattered, the girl rushed to her dear Corentin, who she believed was the only thing left on the earth that she cared for.
As it turned out there were many more things on the earth that Corentin cared about, as Ella finally found him in the entrance hall, kissing a pretty blonde whore behind a large potted plant. She was hurt, but assured herself that it was a one time thing and that he would care for her again when she told him about the child that she was carrying.
When she did tell him, though, his reaction was completely different than what she had anticipated – or rather, hoped – for. He yelled at her for what seemed like three hours, didn’t speak to her through graduation then stormed off, away from the castle, never to been seen through Ella’s sad green eyes again.
So Marcella struggled along, now filled with a burning hate not only for her father and step-mother, but for her once love of her life, too. She went through a phase where she hated almost everyone around her, but soon realized that she’d have to start working fast, or else she’d soon run out of food to live on. For some unknown reason, she kept the baby, but still pursued her career as an Auror, clinging to the last few threads of hope she had left for dear life.
One of the only friends she’d had – perhaps the only – during her education at Hogwarts got her in specially for Auror training. The friend’s mother was in the Ministry, and was able to adjust the training around the current circumstances Marcella possessed, with the baby and all. The going was slow, several of the tests missed out because of her condition, but when the baby was born, things moved much faster. The baby was a girl, and Ella named her Aislinn, which she knew meant ‘dream’. The friend’s helpful mother, named Dina, often watched over the child as Marcella continued with her Auror training, which was going well. Dina was also useful for another reason; fighting skill.
Dina was Muggle born, and had always avoided using wands. She didn’t hold anything against the witches and wizards who used them, but preferred herself to used traditional weapons such as swords and clubs if she were ever threatened, and was always seen muttering in an amused fashion to herself about what cowards magic folk had turned into, hiding behind their wands and using magic to defend themselves and cater to their every whim.
Soon, she had Ella fighting marvellously with an old, heavy, silver sword of her own, rather than using her own wand. Most wizards regarded her as foolish. They believed that wizards were given magic, channelled through their wands, for a specific reason, and that they should use it. They said that it was what the God’s above would have wanted them to do; like they had given birds wings to fly, and fish fins to swim.
Still, though, they had no objections to her fighting style when she finally became an Auror, with it slaughtering hundreds of Death Eaters in their attacks at the Ministry before the Dark Lord was defeated, with nothing but her trusty silver sword and a sharp spear strapped to her back.
But then tragedy struck. Dina was murdered in a raid, along with several others of her dear friends that she had gained while working. This caused her to, basically, go berserk, and she got close to being killed herself when she went after the Death Eaters alone. But, injured and weak, she returned for her daughter’s sake, and tried to get on with her life as best she could in her misery, still grieving for her poor, poor teacher.
But that wasn’t to be the end. This wasn’t a perfect fairy tale, where the heroine had to go through hardships to make her strong, battle the villains to save her friends and then go back home to live with her family in peace. No; this was real life, and real life was a cruel place to be.
The Death Eater’s swarmed Marcella’s house at midnight one chilly October, and tried to kill everyone inside it. They succeeded in stealing the life of one, but the other survived, kicked serious ass and got rid of every evil being in her home, before rushing to her tiny, three year daughter’s side.
But it was too late. Marcella’s little girl, her loved one, her Aislinn… was dead. Once again, the only thing that Ella felt she had left in the country, the world, the universe, had deserted her. Left her to live in this dreadful place for years to come, watching the people she cared for perish around her until it was her own time to go. Her own time to leave this place, where her fate would be placed in the hands of someone else to decide whether she belonged in the burning fires of hell or the beautiful, peaceful resting place that was heaven.
Somehow, Ella managed to drag herself away from that awful home, back to the Ministry, where she was supposed to belong. But something didn’t feel right there, anymore. Now, she wasn’t just fighting for good or evil; the battle had instantly, within that single night, become personal.
Blood would be shed, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be her own. She vowed to hunt Death Eaters to the ends of the earth to kill them, for simple revenge, but then something unexpected happened; her little, dark haired step-sister appeared out of nowhere. And she wasn’t alone.
The girl, apparently called Rosa (clearly after her mother), was ten years younger than Ella, at twenty. She told the Auror that her mother had died some time ago, when she was two, and she herself had graduated Hogwarts. She didn’t know how Ella couldn’t have heard about it; she had been still at school when the ‘evil step-mother’ – as she usually named her – had died and their father had gotten one of his girlfriends pregnant only one year after, the heartless bastard.
The baby, now grown up, was a boy, one year younger than Rosa – which made him nineteen -, and had graduated Hogwarts too, and was starting his own Auror training. He spoke three languages, and was an Animagus. His name was Ricardo.
Marcella was stunned at this, and introduced herself to Ricardo properly, the way she was accustomed to. This was, basically, “Marcella Castillo, the sword fighter.” In this fashion, she learned that Rosa fought mainly with a bow and arrow and – regretfully – that Ricardo fought with a wand.
Soon after the meeting, they received a request from Adeline Darcy, the Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy in France, saying that she urgently needed help. There had been attacked, lots of them, and the Ministry needed to send people – Aurors, rather – in to protect the students, many of which were stuck in the Hospital Wing, due to their injuries.
Eager to end some Death Eater scum lives, Ella was one of the first to volunteer for the job. Another was one of her younger friends, twenty-one year old Melinda, a wand using, sneaky spy, a dangerous one for the Death Eaters to cross. Both agreed – Marcella rather reluctantly – that Rosa and Ricardo could come with them, to fight alongside them.
And so, they set off, to a school where any number of dangerous threats could be around every corner…
Age: Thirty.
Birthday: 29th July.
Likes: Killing Death Eaters, sharpening her weapons, riding broomsticks – although she rarely gets to do it anymore -, meeting witty, smart people who make her laugh, her two half-siblings, who she must admit, she’s beginning to like.
Dislikes: Death or blood spilled of one of her friends or family members, noisy, annoying, chattering people who just won’t shut up and give you a break, and reading and studying- she did enough of that at Hogwarts.
Favourite Food: Spaghetti bolognaise, with a side plate covered in chunks of garlic bread.
Least Favourite Food: Sprouts; a traditional hated food.
Favourite Colour: Red and black.
Personality: Ah, Marcella’s personality… The personality of a classic Leo.
This girl’s easy to figure out from miles off. She’s so upfront with people. You could never, not in a thousand years, not if pigs, sheep, cows were to sprout little feathery wings and fly, describe her as shy; she is what she is, and she’s not ashamed or embarrassed about it.
She’s confident, and enjoys being the centre of attention, although she won’t fight for the position. If it’s hers for the taking, though, she’ll grab at the chance to be stared at and admired. This gives her a large ego and a whole lot of pride, and she can be quite arrogant at times, prancing around stupidly as if she hadn’t got a care in the world, appearing to not care what anybody thought of her- even if she did care, desperately, deep inside.
Ella can be stubborn and nasty, pretty spiteful, really, if you get on the wrong side of her in an argument, and determined to prove to her ‘opponent’ – of sorts – that her side of the argument is right, even if really, it is not. There’s not much you can do to change her mind if she gets like that.
She’s loyal, though, and honourable. She won’t lie, because lying, in her opinion, is low and nasty, and the only thing she would gain by lying would be a whole lot of guilt. This makes her very trustworthy, and a good leader, if ever she were chosen to be one.
{Sorry this is such a rubbish personality. I tried quite hard on the biography, and now I’m completely knackered. I think I could fall over and go to sleep if I wanted. xD BUT I SHANT. I’LL FINISH THIS APPLICATION IF IT BLOODY KILLS ME. xDD}
Physical Appearance:
Marcella is quite a beautiful woman. Her face is a sort of oval shape, with clear, lightly tanned skin and plump, pouting lips. She has large green eyes, which she often outlines with dark make-up to make them look bigger still.
She wears her hair quite short, above shoulder length at least, just for the simple reason that it’s practical, and it’s a light brown colour. Sometimes she changes the colour or the length of the locks to suit her mood, but it’s not very often that this happens.
Ella usually wears clothes in black or shades of red, and most are usually tight-fitting, leather or denim to prevent clumsiness when fighting, spying or defending friends. Her shoes are usually light, flat black boots, easy to run and move around in.
Other: None. Her siblings and friend will be done in later applications. ^.-
Role-Play Sample: No thanks, brothah. xD ‘S Katie here.
Nickname: Ella, but only by friends, Castillo by enemies or people who dislike her or find her annoying.
Blood: Half-Blood.
Gender: A ferocious female; but never say the phrase, ‘just a woman’ in her presence, unless you want a punch in the mouth.
Pet Race: N/A
Pet Name: N/A
Pet Gender: N/A
Description: N/A
Job Applying For: An Auror high in rank, sent in as a type of ‘boss’ to watch over the three other Aurors summoned to the school with her, by Adeline, to protect the students after the attack on the Lioano common room.
Why/Biography: Marcella was born in England, in a large manor south of London. Her Muggle mother raised her until she was five years old, never really bonding or loving the little girl, before fleeing the home in the countryside and heading to her relatives and family in the city, away from her green-eyed daughter and the abusive Spanish wizard she married.
Ella’s father, a handsome, rich wizard who had some close friends in the Ministry as well as Death Eater buddies, hardly cared much about his wife’s absence, and almost immediately set out to find a new one.
He allowed his daughter to go to school when she came of age, of course, the main choice Hogwarts. He would be glad of the quiet he got without her, as well as the money wasted on her that he could be willingly spending on one of his several girlfriends. Sometimes he thought about simply abandoning her somewhere, but what would the girls and the Ministry think of that? Of him?
He didn’t even want to think about it.
When Marcella was eleven, her father married again, this time to an equally wealthy, equally powerful woman- Rose. The two hated each other, the dark haired, green-eyed girl and the pretty, fake, blonde woman seemed always at war. The worst came when Ella found out that Rose was pregnant. Marcella was twelve, then. The young girl threatened to run away, but soon realized that the move would be useless, as she had no money and was nowhere near old enough to gain a job.
So she spent most of her time at school, which suited both her and her father and step-mother perfectly. Marcella spent every holiday there – apart from the ones that you were required to stay at home during -, studying hard and hoping to leave as soon as she hit seventeen. But then, in her very last year at Hogwarts, she met Corentin, a charming young French boy who befriended her.
The two became very close, and, over the course of their seventh year, became even closer, falling in love. Corentin persuaded her to run away with him once they’d finally got away from the school, head to France and stay there, and she willingly agreed, young, stupid and full of hatred – Marcella had always been one to hold quite the grudge - for her father that she was.
The couple had been sleeping together frequently, and it was the night before graduation, after finding out her fabulous – but not perfect by far, as Corentin had distracted Ella from her studies - NEWT results that Marcella found out something else; she was pregnant. Convinced that her dreams of making something, anything of herself were now shattered, the girl rushed to her dear Corentin, who she believed was the only thing left on the earth that she cared for.
As it turned out there were many more things on the earth that Corentin cared about, as Ella finally found him in the entrance hall, kissing a pretty blonde whore behind a large potted plant. She was hurt, but assured herself that it was a one time thing and that he would care for her again when she told him about the child that she was carrying.
When she did tell him, though, his reaction was completely different than what she had anticipated – or rather, hoped – for. He yelled at her for what seemed like three hours, didn’t speak to her through graduation then stormed off, away from the castle, never to been seen through Ella’s sad green eyes again.
So Marcella struggled along, now filled with a burning hate not only for her father and step-mother, but for her once love of her life, too. She went through a phase where she hated almost everyone around her, but soon realized that she’d have to start working fast, or else she’d soon run out of food to live on. For some unknown reason, she kept the baby, but still pursued her career as an Auror, clinging to the last few threads of hope she had left for dear life.
One of the only friends she’d had – perhaps the only – during her education at Hogwarts got her in specially for Auror training. The friend’s mother was in the Ministry, and was able to adjust the training around the current circumstances Marcella possessed, with the baby and all. The going was slow, several of the tests missed out because of her condition, but when the baby was born, things moved much faster. The baby was a girl, and Ella named her Aislinn, which she knew meant ‘dream’. The friend’s helpful mother, named Dina, often watched over the child as Marcella continued with her Auror training, which was going well. Dina was also useful for another reason; fighting skill.
Dina was Muggle born, and had always avoided using wands. She didn’t hold anything against the witches and wizards who used them, but preferred herself to used traditional weapons such as swords and clubs if she were ever threatened, and was always seen muttering in an amused fashion to herself about what cowards magic folk had turned into, hiding behind their wands and using magic to defend themselves and cater to their every whim.
Soon, she had Ella fighting marvellously with an old, heavy, silver sword of her own, rather than using her own wand. Most wizards regarded her as foolish. They believed that wizards were given magic, channelled through their wands, for a specific reason, and that they should use it. They said that it was what the God’s above would have wanted them to do; like they had given birds wings to fly, and fish fins to swim.
Still, though, they had no objections to her fighting style when she finally became an Auror, with it slaughtering hundreds of Death Eaters in their attacks at the Ministry before the Dark Lord was defeated, with nothing but her trusty silver sword and a sharp spear strapped to her back.
But then tragedy struck. Dina was murdered in a raid, along with several others of her dear friends that she had gained while working. This caused her to, basically, go berserk, and she got close to being killed herself when she went after the Death Eaters alone. But, injured and weak, she returned for her daughter’s sake, and tried to get on with her life as best she could in her misery, still grieving for her poor, poor teacher.
But that wasn’t to be the end. This wasn’t a perfect fairy tale, where the heroine had to go through hardships to make her strong, battle the villains to save her friends and then go back home to live with her family in peace. No; this was real life, and real life was a cruel place to be.
The Death Eater’s swarmed Marcella’s house at midnight one chilly October, and tried to kill everyone inside it. They succeeded in stealing the life of one, but the other survived, kicked serious ass and got rid of every evil being in her home, before rushing to her tiny, three year daughter’s side.
But it was too late. Marcella’s little girl, her loved one, her Aislinn… was dead. Once again, the only thing that Ella felt she had left in the country, the world, the universe, had deserted her. Left her to live in this dreadful place for years to come, watching the people she cared for perish around her until it was her own time to go. Her own time to leave this place, where her fate would be placed in the hands of someone else to decide whether she belonged in the burning fires of hell or the beautiful, peaceful resting place that was heaven.
Somehow, Ella managed to drag herself away from that awful home, back to the Ministry, where she was supposed to belong. But something didn’t feel right there, anymore. Now, she wasn’t just fighting for good or evil; the battle had instantly, within that single night, become personal.
Blood would be shed, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be her own. She vowed to hunt Death Eaters to the ends of the earth to kill them, for simple revenge, but then something unexpected happened; her little, dark haired step-sister appeared out of nowhere. And she wasn’t alone.
The girl, apparently called Rosa (clearly after her mother), was ten years younger than Ella, at twenty. She told the Auror that her mother had died some time ago, when she was two, and she herself had graduated Hogwarts. She didn’t know how Ella couldn’t have heard about it; she had been still at school when the ‘evil step-mother’ – as she usually named her – had died and their father had gotten one of his girlfriends pregnant only one year after, the heartless bastard.
The baby, now grown up, was a boy, one year younger than Rosa – which made him nineteen -, and had graduated Hogwarts too, and was starting his own Auror training. He spoke three languages, and was an Animagus. His name was Ricardo.
Marcella was stunned at this, and introduced herself to Ricardo properly, the way she was accustomed to. This was, basically, “Marcella Castillo, the sword fighter.” In this fashion, she learned that Rosa fought mainly with a bow and arrow and – regretfully – that Ricardo fought with a wand.
Soon after the meeting, they received a request from Adeline Darcy, the Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy in France, saying that she urgently needed help. There had been attacked, lots of them, and the Ministry needed to send people – Aurors, rather – in to protect the students, many of which were stuck in the Hospital Wing, due to their injuries.
Eager to end some Death Eater scum lives, Ella was one of the first to volunteer for the job. Another was one of her younger friends, twenty-one year old Melinda, a wand using, sneaky spy, a dangerous one for the Death Eaters to cross. Both agreed – Marcella rather reluctantly – that Rosa and Ricardo could come with them, to fight alongside them.
And so, they set off, to a school where any number of dangerous threats could be around every corner…
Age: Thirty.
Birthday: 29th July.
Likes: Killing Death Eaters, sharpening her weapons, riding broomsticks – although she rarely gets to do it anymore -, meeting witty, smart people who make her laugh, her two half-siblings, who she must admit, she’s beginning to like.
Dislikes: Death or blood spilled of one of her friends or family members, noisy, annoying, chattering people who just won’t shut up and give you a break, and reading and studying- she did enough of that at Hogwarts.
Favourite Food: Spaghetti bolognaise, with a side plate covered in chunks of garlic bread.
Least Favourite Food: Sprouts; a traditional hated food.
Favourite Colour: Red and black.
Personality: Ah, Marcella’s personality… The personality of a classic Leo.
This girl’s easy to figure out from miles off. She’s so upfront with people. You could never, not in a thousand years, not if pigs, sheep, cows were to sprout little feathery wings and fly, describe her as shy; she is what she is, and she’s not ashamed or embarrassed about it.
She’s confident, and enjoys being the centre of attention, although she won’t fight for the position. If it’s hers for the taking, though, she’ll grab at the chance to be stared at and admired. This gives her a large ego and a whole lot of pride, and she can be quite arrogant at times, prancing around stupidly as if she hadn’t got a care in the world, appearing to not care what anybody thought of her- even if she did care, desperately, deep inside.
Ella can be stubborn and nasty, pretty spiteful, really, if you get on the wrong side of her in an argument, and determined to prove to her ‘opponent’ – of sorts – that her side of the argument is right, even if really, it is not. There’s not much you can do to change her mind if she gets like that.
She’s loyal, though, and honourable. She won’t lie, because lying, in her opinion, is low and nasty, and the only thing she would gain by lying would be a whole lot of guilt. This makes her very trustworthy, and a good leader, if ever she were chosen to be one.
{Sorry this is such a rubbish personality. I tried quite hard on the biography, and now I’m completely knackered. I think I could fall over and go to sleep if I wanted. xD BUT I SHANT. I’LL FINISH THIS APPLICATION IF IT BLOODY KILLS ME. xDD}
Physical Appearance:
Marcella is quite a beautiful woman. Her face is a sort of oval shape, with clear, lightly tanned skin and plump, pouting lips. She has large green eyes, which she often outlines with dark make-up to make them look bigger still.
She wears her hair quite short, above shoulder length at least, just for the simple reason that it’s practical, and it’s a light brown colour. Sometimes she changes the colour or the length of the locks to suit her mood, but it’s not very often that this happens.
Ella usually wears clothes in black or shades of red, and most are usually tight-fitting, leather or denim to prevent clumsiness when fighting, spying or defending friends. Her shoes are usually light, flat black boots, easy to run and move around in.
Other: None. Her siblings and friend will be done in later applications. ^.-
Role-Play Sample: No thanks, brothah. xD ‘S Katie here.
