Professor applications are open until 15th April!


This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.

Messages - Vita Gutierrez

Pages: [1]
Archived Applications / Vita Gutierrez
« on: 17/04/2019 at 09:12 »

Application for Hogwarts School


Name: Vita Joan Gutierrez

Birthday: December 16th, 1944

Hometown: Banchory, England


Magical Strength:

Magical Weakness:

First or Second

Vita Gutierrez is the second daughter of Samiel and Maia Gutierrez. She has an older sister Marisol and a younger brother Richard. She was born in Liverpool, England but now lives in Banchory, England with her family, who are a mix of Half-Bloods and Muggle-Borns. In this time Vita has grown not other be ashamed of her heritage and feels empathy for her relatives who are being discriminated because of their bloodlines. She wants to speak out and change things for them, even though her own life is hard, with studies and her own peer pressure. Her mother works in a shop as an apprentice potion brewer and her father works with Supply Trading for wands.


House Request:
Hufflepuff or Slytherin

Vita is a adventuresome girl who thinks the world is mainly about fun and games. She takes delight in daring activities, like rock climbing, exploring the woods, facing scary things; she tends to look at things on the bright side because life is too short, thought her personal reason is because she's just a playful person. She doesn't like a lot of negativity or anger, she keeps her emotions at check but when people are too irritating, mean, or overwhelming she can burst and say or do things she would regret later on, and regret is something that piles up on her, especially in these times. On a good day Vita is the most caring girl who seems too hyper while on a bad she's like an easily agitated cat, waiting to claw at anyone who bothers her. Her worse fear is isolation, she's a people-person who enjoys the company of others, and being by herself too long messes up her inner balance, or so she thinks. She has a problem with independence, or the lack there of.

Vita is a pretty girl of Spanish descent. She has chest-length brown hair like honey, hazel green eyes like two pale jewels, and golden brown skin which is accentuated best in the sunlight. She stands at 4'9" and weighs 71 lbs, leaning on the skinny side. She usually slouches when she's sitting down and when she standing she seems restless and on her toes. Her smile is the most charming thing about her, sporting a glistening white tooth grin. She has unruly, thin eyebrows, unlike the hair on her head, which is always brushed of tangles and combed down to it's length. She wears warm colors and clothing, preferring the hot temperatures over the color. Her favourite colors are yellow, black, and red, so she usually wears these colored dresses, especially patterned ones. Vita has a birthmark on her right thigh, a blob-shaped one the size of her eye and shapes vaguely like a pear. She also has a scar across her left brown from when she fell against concrete and scraped her brow. Vita is able to sport a perfect British or Spanish accent, so when she speaks in English it has no trace of Spanish.


Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

Vita's Reply:

Vita was just coming from breakfast, groaning with her hand on her stomach. She knew she shouldn't have eaten the ten biscuits, especially with grape jelly, scrambled eggs, bacon, and wheat bread. And the two cups of juice definitely didn't help either. Now she was trudging her way back to her dorm room to get ready for classes, and she was two steps away from puking all over the stairwell.

Someone rushed passed her. Knocked out of her digestive misery for the moment, Vita stepped back and looked after the running person. It was an older student and he seemed to be chasing after something. She caught a glimpse of something grey and tiny before they both disappeared to wherever fate took them.

This is why I'm glad I don't have a pet. It was her natural instinct to help anyone in need, usually for her own fun, so she raced off after them, her stomachache seeming to have disappeared.

Vita found herself in the gardens soon, surrounded by the flowers and other plants. It was so beautiful and smelled okay enough—she wasn't the biggest fan of flower smells—but she didn't let the boring scenery distract her from what she wanted to do. It didn't take long for her to find the boy, with all of his sneezing, sniffling, and complaining. She had to stifle a giggle, sometimes angry people were just too funny.

“I actually wasn't staring, but your rat went that'a way, I can help you find 'em.” Vita considered him, eyeing his swollen face and sickly demeanor. "If you'd like." She rubbed three fingers together, grinning. "But it'll cost you some coins."

In his place she'd have quickly complied, given that he seemed to be allergic to the plants he was surrounded and covered in, with the dirt on his clothing.


How did you find us?:

Pages: [1]