Nilo Allares

[Nilo Allares]

Application for Hogwarts School

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Name: Juan Daniel "Nilo" Azuriah dela Torre Allares

Birthday: April 30, 1923

Hometown: Manila Iloilo, Philippines

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms

Year (pick two): 6th (preferably) or 5th

Biography:

It had been a good day.

Such a good day, in fact, that he'd, on instinct, taken off from the ground right after exiting the Cake Shop - at the back of his mind, he made a mental note to pick up his clothes soon after, in case someone suddenly went off with them as a joke. Again. (Walang hiyang mga dayuhan.) But he refused to let even the thought of pesky clothes-stealing English foreigners ruin his good mood.

He'd gotten his salary that day, and he'd realized after some painstaking counting that he may have enough money already for school. It had brought a rare genuine bright-and-happy toothy smile stretching his usually-downturned lips. He'd probably shocked his boss and/or his co-workers into comatose or something.

Of course, he meant it in exaggeration; he didn't really want to make anybody ill or anything!

But anyway, back to his good mood, which he soaked up warily as he hadn't felt this good in... in... ages.

The money he'd earned from working at Sofia's might just be enough for his to restart his education, no matter that it was in a foreign land - foreigners' land. He tried not to let it bug him, since, well, this warm feeling in his chest that felt quite close to what one might felt like when you won a ridiculous amount of money (though the case isn't that far off, only with a lesser amount, in an odd currency, but anyway -) was, though foreign and rare and foreign and should therefore be treated with extreme caution and suspicion - it felt... it felt...

It felt quite nice, actually.

(His mother - Inay, he thought, a little sadly - would be proud of him, he was sure.)

He should have known his good mood wouldn't last long. God clearly still hated him, and Nilo wouldn't really put it against Him.

The skies broke overhead and spilled. Stupid rain.

He scowled, as much as he could while still in avian form anyway, and as he felt the familiar itch on his skin that warned him of CHANGE! CHANGE! CHANGE! he quickly hopped down from his perch on the Cake Shop's roof (thank God he managed to still have the mindset not to fly off far) and landed, back to his old human self, on his feet with a light thud, bending his knees as he did.

He picked his clothes off the ground, silently thanking God that no damn foreigners had made off with them this time, and put them on with the speediness of years of routine. (And years it was, indeed, he assumed; how many had passed already since he'd found out about his shapeshifting ability? Two? Maybe three? He'd always been terrible with maths anyway.)

Just as he was pulling on his shirt, though, he felt that itch on his skin again and sighed mournfully as he stripped off once more, this time carrying his clothes into a nearby darkened alleyway with him, and within seconds, he'd shifted into a small dog again. (He adamantly refused to call this form a puppy.)

The scowl on his face had managed to remain on his furry dog-face, and he shifted about with his one piece of his clothing in his teeth every few seconds until he'd stowed them away on a relatively dry patch of ground and proceeded to lie on top of the small pile with his head on his paws.

He sighed; though, since he was in dog-form, it came out more of a pathetic whine, and he grimaced and shifted a bit on his perch again before he was comfortable.

The rain seemed like it would take a while, which meant so would his sour mood, which in turn meant so would his canine form, and he almost sighed again. He suppressed it, though, in case he might get heard by some nosy but well-meaning dayuhan and get picked up and taken into a warm home. Not that the idea was particularly unpleasant; it was the idea of what would come afterwards, when he'd shifted back to his naked human form, that made him cringe.

So Nilo, after nosing his trousers' pockets and making sure that his money - his school money, his education, his future - was still there, settled down and waited for the damn rain to let up.

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House Request: Dunno, but I think Hufflepuff, maybe.

Personality:

Mr Broody McBrood.

Well, outwardly, at least, along with being quite xenophobic, who refuses to learn proper English but does so anyway for adaptation's sake. (He tries very hard to learn very slowly though, and it's working quite well, so far.)

But one mustn't let this hard, cold, rough, scowling exterior of his judge his character so quickly. He's a big softie inside. No really; against his better judgment (at least, he likes to think so), he always offers a helping hand or a small word of caution or advice or suspicious theory to anyone who he thinks looks like they need it. Not to mention the fact that he really hates seeing someone hurt or sad; it makes him very uncomfortable and he would much rather not face that, thanks, but he'll still go and try to make that person feel better some way or another anyway. Especially if it's a (pretty) girl. (Or boy - but he doesn't know that himself yet.)

Though he does like taking care of people (unwillingly, he likes to think, since it was just bred into him since he was a kid to be nice to people even though people aren't always nice to him), he's not averse to people taking care of him in turn. He'll be suspicious, of course, but once he's comfortable with them, he'll let his guard down enough to take as much advantage over his carer as he could. Like, doing his homework for him and bringing him food and making sure nobody steals his clothes when he transforms. Basically be a servant. Well-treated of course, so said, er, 'servant' will stay long enough with him.

He's not a 'will do anything - anything at all! - for this-and-that' kind of person though, as he prefers to be sure that whatever-it-is is safe and secure and not at all deadly to wellbeing. If you're his friend, be ready to be coaxed/shoved into being the first person in line for testing the metaphorical waters.

(Yeah, he's a little paranoid.)

But he's loyal enough to his friends that he'll steer clear of anything life-threatening to test (them) on; he doesn't like having it on his conscience. Or, he just prefers not to think about it too much.

It doesn't take much to annoy or irritate him, though (he gets especially irritated of anything that makes him cold; he's just not used to it!), but it's advisable not to - he tends to turn into this big, scary, furry, black wolf when he's riled up. Proceed with caution.

At least he's already learned to take the 'I can transform into an animal, oh crap!' part of him in stride. Or just tolerate it, at least.

Appearance:
(He's only got/learnt three other 'forms' besides his normal human form, so far.)

Human. This kid's got pretty good genes. Tallish (5'9"), gangly, slightly curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and pink lips that are usually turned down in a scowl but can curve up into the sweetest of smiles.

Avian. Philippine monkey-eating eagle, since it's the only one he knows the appearance of: mostly white, with a gray face and beak, yellow eyes, dark-brown-but-white-on-the-inner-side wings, and its golden-brown head-feathers looking like he's startled or suspicious or wearing an Indian war bonnet.

Canine. A long-haired black puppy with brown underside, neck, paws, ears, and eyes. Cute and pathetic-looking, since he transforms into this form when he's any kind of sad, or when it's raining.

Lupine. Big and black and furry and snarling and mean. And deadly. With scary yellow eyes. Be wary.

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Nilo was starting to wonder whether there were any smaller wizard schools nearby that weren't actual huge bloody castles.

This was the fifth (maybe sixth, or tenth; he'd lost count, really) corridor he'd ventured down and he didn't really fancy (Diyos ko, he's really starting to sound like a foreigner!) getting any more lost than he was already. He was terribly late for class already, he might as well be marked absent!

He shuddered at the thought; no, he wouldn't let that happen. What would Inay say, if she were still alive?

“Hey!”

...Definitely not that.

His scowl deepened, and he grit his teeth, annoyance giving way to irritation, though he tried very hard not to let it get to him; he didn't want to change into a wolf in the middle of the school corridor all of a sudden!

He turned around, a sharp snappish rebuke already ready to spring forth from his tongue -

And he quickly snapped his mouth closed, and quickly, smoothly, shifted his features into a kind, flirtatious smile.

"Hullo," he greeted in a very bad imitation of smooth-and-suave, but he tried anyway, flashing the girl a broad grin. "What can I do for you?" he asked in a tone that clearly said there was a double meaning to it, and that he wasn't even the least bit sheepish about it at all.

“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

He opened his mouth to respond with a great exclamation that frog's legs are delicious; he'd eaten some before, and it tasted like chicken! No, really, it did!

But what he wasn't even sure what this girl thought about said, er, what did she call it? - 'delicacy,' and he definitely didn't want to lose his chances with her (as if he had any in the first place, psh) by giving the wrong opinion, so what he said instead was:

"Hm, I don't know, what do you think about it?" with as much sweetness as he could muster.

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Previous Characters (if applicable): Deidre & Wolfe Sable-Vaelbe (both will not be attending Hogwarts in the near future) and Crimson Stormheart, et al.

How did you find us?: My friend dangled a shiny link in my face.

[Sweeney Renard]

Mr. Allares,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 September, 2013. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.

Regards,
Sweeney Gillespie,
Charms Professor and Hufflepuff Head of House