Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Isabella Nereida Hera Flores

Gender: female

Age: 15

Bloodline: Half

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Alejandro Flores and Carla Sovrano

Residence: London

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
noPE

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
NOpe

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Clara n co

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Isabella Nereida Hera Flores was born in Portugal. It was an easy birth, and by seven in the afternoon, Carla Flores was holding a beautiful baby girl in her arms. She would later tell stories about how baby Isa hadn't cried, hadn't done anything but look up at her with those big solemn brown eyes shining with intelligence.

Not a month later and they were in America, following the trail of a rampaging horned serpent. Isa's parents were travellers you see, restless individuals with wandering hearts. Fantastical beasts were their passion and it spurred them to jump from country to country ever five seconds, documenting and attempting to tame all that they crossed paths with.

It didn't always work.

Isabella grew up on the move. She called a tent her home, picking up new languages and experiences new cultures at every twist and turn. To spend days on end in a tiny boat was no strange occurrence to her, and her first steps were taken in the amazon rainforest.

Her first brush with music came in Northern Ghana, where she heard some of the natives playing the Balafon. Music was of no interest to her parents and so they weren't sure how to react when their pint sized daughter took such a liking to it, but they supported her apparent talent and it became her passion just as much as magical creatures were theirs.

Isabella's childhood was a dangerous one, filled with many close calls, and it was a childhood that left her with only her parents for company, but it wasn't one she would trade for the life of her.

Her eleventh birthday came, and she was offered a place in Beauxbatons (having stayed in France for the last few months). Isa didn't go. Her place was with her parents, constantly moving, not in some stuffy old castle with childish, petty people obsessed with things like clothes and who was snogging who.

Isabella's parents were to take care of her education, but that was doomed to fail from the start. What little time that wasn't spent helping them in their hare-brained schemes (for it seemed that little Isa was more of an adult than Carla and Alejandro combined) was spent with her music, leaving Isa practically a squib in her magical abilities.

It wasn't a conventional education, focused much more on languages and cultures and music and lots of magical creatures, but Isa didn't care. She wouldn't change it for the world.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
England was warmer than Greenland, Isabella's most recent home and it was a change that Isa welcomed with open arms. She'd always prefered the warmer countries, it was a lot harder to do things when you were wrapped up in coats and furs with gloves rendering your fingers practically useless.

Isabella leant against a tree, watching the little kids shoot back and forth with a small smile tickling her lips. They were cute, and their shouting didn't bother her in the slightest, used to screeching and howling creatures as she was.

The runt of the litter trailed behind, uncapable of flying as high or as fast as the other ones. She squealed and shouted her protests, but it wasn't long before her steed had grown tired of her complants and deposited her in an ungraceful heap upon the ground.

It was a pitiful sight and Isabella's heart ached in sympathy.

"You! Do you want to play?"

The little girl had seen her, turning to yap at her in harsh tones that barely grazed Isa.

"Sure," she smiled. "Come on, we don't need them!"

She'd met lots of seemingly crazy people, this was nothing.



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