Post by Antonio Carriedo on Sept 15, 2016 18:02:39 GMT
Antonio Hernandez Carriedo
Male | 18 |
Spanish | Bisexual |
5'8 | 178 lbs |
Pure Blood | |
personality
Hard to believe someone like Toni could come from somewhere with as harsh a reputation as Durmstrang? You wouldn't be alone in that belief. Antonio Carriedo carries with him a perpetual aura of warmth and optimism. He believes in making the best out of every situation and has a propensity to adapt to just about any new environment. With an easy going temperament and plenty of confidence, Toni’s charisma has earned him lots of admirers over the years.
Despite the way he may first appear, Antonio is no slouch. He loves being in motion and has dabbled in just about every form of it he can, fencing, Quidditch, dancing, hiking, football, you name it and he’s probably tried it once. He’s an accomplished Beater in his school and head of his house’s team. He trains weekly in fencing and in dance, and he plays football with the muggles back home during his school breaks (when he's not in Austria). Anything to keep the blood pumping and the heart racing. He attacks every new activity with exuberance and is constantly looking for new challenges. This eagerness might even verge on reckless as he rarely stops to think about anything other than the next big thrill.
He’s also surprising academic. An avid reader, he soaks up knowledge like a sponge. While he may not be the most attentive during lectures, he is always the first to try out a new spell or taming some new beast. His dorm is cluttered with books, which had overflowed the small book case early on in his 2nd year. (Organization is not really his strong suit, much to his dorm mates’ chagrin.) He has to try everything, to learn as much as he can because, the way he sees it, the point of life is to experience everything he can.
Which is probably why he’s not the best at monogamy, or perhaps it’s better to say that he doesn’t do long term relationships. Very rarely, he finds people that he cares a great deal for, in which case you couldn’t find a more loyal boyfriend, but after a few bad relationships, he’s more than a little gun-shy about jumping into anything too complicated. For the most part, he doesn’t like to be bound down to anyone or anything so when it comes down to fight or flee in a relationship he most definitely will flee. He is very welcoming and cares deeply for his friends, going out of his way to look after them. Just don’t expect him to be the best person to give you advice in relationships as his answer usually runs along the lines of “why concern yourself with that?”
You have to be patient with Antonio as he runs on his own time, so while you can expect him to get the job done, there’s no telling when exactly that might be. He doesn’t believe in burning the candle at both ends, he eats when he’s hungry and he sleeps when he’s tired. Luckily for him, mornings aren’t much of a problem, he is an early riser and is usually the first one to arrive for morning drills. The downside is, by 2 o’clock he’s ready for a siesta and he’s going to get one (usually in the back row of class.) He’s earned more than enough demerits for it over the years but always takes on more work or assignments to make up for it. By his fifth year, the professors stopped bothering to add or subtract points and just give him his extra chore/exercise in the morning. Like his house, no amount of words or punishments can budge the man from his way of doing things, and many often decide that it’s better to just let it slide.
Finally, though Antonio may not seem like it, he has a streak of avarice that runs through him. Wealth, prestige, power, Antonio dreams of elevating his family back into their rightful place and he will do anything to see it happen. Don’t let that smile fool you, Antonio is not afraid to draw blood in order to advance his desires. While no one would necessarily characterize him as manipulative, there is a certain amount of calculation that can be seen behind those emerald eyes. And he has a bad habit of characterizing people into three groups: people he cares about, people he doesn’t, and people that are in the way. Some stray rumors circulate through his school, whispers of certain students who had ended up on his wrong side being sent home for unspecified reasons. There is no evidence to support the whispers, but it has certainly caused a few students to rethink crossing the Spaniard.
A warning to all those who interact with Antonio Carriedo, he can be a great friend and a steadfast ally, but think twice before trusting him. He’s one of Dumstrang’s top candidates for a reason.
history
Antonio Carriedo was destined to be a great leader… but had the misfortune of being born more than a century too late. His family, once the influential in all of Europe, is now a mere specter of its former glory. At first the boy didn’t question it, didn’t wonder about the aging mansion or the treasures that solemnly stood as grim memorials to better days, long forgotten. Indeed most of Toni’s childhood was spent in what felt a mausoleum. No one wanted to play with the young boy, to indulge in his questions or to explore the world around them. Toni spent the first six years of his life secluded and alone. He snuck out often to play with local muggles, he fished, he napped in the sun, and would often be gone the whole day without a single member of his family even noticing he was missing. No one thought about his future, his family had no interest in any future. Instead, their attention was focused on the past—either yearning for the gilded life they’d missed out on, or bemoaning the ancestors who pissed it all away.
“It was a sickness,” his mother had explained to him when he was finally realized that their family had not always been so disgraced. The descent into decay started 200 years ago. The riches that surrounded their family had done little to protect them from hungering for more. More power, more money, more influence, more, more, more. Anything to fill that empty ache that remained, ever present, in their hearts. Eventually that need drove the family into depravity, into gambling and black arts and baseless pleasures. It was not a quick decline, but rather chipping away of their honorable name until all that remained was a hollow shell. A disgrace. And yet, somehow that shell hadn’t crumbled, hadn’t faded completely into the annals of history. Antonio had to believe there was a reason for that. His family had once been something great, a pillar of the Wizarding community, and Toni was certain that it could be once again. He just had to find out how to revive his dead legacy and soon the Carriedo family could be the shining beacon of the Wizarding world once more!
Of course, things always seem so much simpler when you’re six. Toni spent every free moment learning about his family, about their rise and eventual decline. It had been more than a loss of money that had crippled them; it was the loss of prestige. They had become a morality play for Europe’s elite, a caution against gluttony and corruption. If Anthony was to have any chance at giving his family a future, he had to restore their name. And he was going to do whatever it took.
From that moment on, Antonio doggedly set on the path to regain the respect and good will that had been squandered so long ago. When it came time to pick a school, Antonio chose Durmstrang for its prodigious history and rigorous expectations. If anywhere could serve as a proving grounds for the young Spaniard, it would be Durmstrang. And so, with a bright smile, a hug for his mother, and a promise to return to them with new glory, Antonio was off like a rocket.
Antonio flourished in Durmstrang. He excelled in Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, and Defense against the Dark Arts and care of Magical Creatures. He was less well received in History of Magic where he started an argument with his professor about the Carriedo family’s importance in the Troll rebellion of 1764. Divination was another sore spot for him as, try though he might, he didn’t have the slightest clue how a clump of tea leaves could tell you anything other than it’s time to wash out the cup and had no qualms about relaying that observation to his professor. While he had thought he’d been perfectly reasonable about the whole thing, both teachers seemed to disagree and he learned early on why one doesn’t cross a Durmstrangs professor. Once Divination was no longer required, he chose to spend his time learning Martial magic and even the Dark Arts. For being such a cheerful personality, he took surprisingly well to these areas, and continued to study them, despite the stigma associated with such subjects.
He made friends easily, his cheerful personality made it easy to overlook some of his more surely classmates. While he rarely thinks badly of anyone, he can get of the nerves of his fellow Jords, who are irritated by his less then pristine living space and his tendency to shrug off any harsh words or criticisms. Early on he formed a close relationship with Marianna Edelstien, originally based on her inability to run PT. He wasn't sure how it became tradition for him to carry her on his back during their runs, but he didn't really mind helping out, and couldn't deny that doing so had done wonders for his overall strength and endurance. As time went on, she became a very good friend, one of the few that he felt he could talk with honestly. She berated him and would smack him on a regular basis, but he knew that it was only because she was trying to look after him. Despite the icy persona she portrayed to others, Mari had shown herself to be very kind and perceptive. After all, she was the one who picked up on the dread Toni felt about returning to his isolated home and emotionally distant relatives during the breaks and invited him to return to Austria with her. Toni loved his times spent there and returned every summer to spend time with Mari and Vash and their family. Even though there was a lot of grudges and bicker, it felt a heck of a lot better than family who doesn't even acknowledge each other. Toni didn't stop to wonder what Marianna might be getting out of this, he just enjoyed exploring the castle and feeling like part of an actual family for a change (by the second stay it was just accepted that Toni was an honorary member of the family.) He spent every summer there until the new term began and he could return to Durmstrang.
A born athlete, Toni was a shoe-in for his house’s Quidditch team in his second year, where his thirst for adrenaline and his lightning reflexes were put to use as a Beater. By his 5th year, Toni was the team captain, inspiring and encouraging his teammates with his enthusiasm. Anyone could tell that he loved the game. It was the one thing that was just his and he could easily lose himself in the competition, in the wind whipping through his robes in the calls of his teammates and the roar of the crowds. In another life, Toni might have even aspired to take it to the next level and try out for a professional team, but he knew better. In this life, nothing lasting would ever come out of a professional Quidditch player, at least nothing strong enough to build the foundations of his family’s future. And so, he sat his dreams of far off arenas and crowds chanting his name. Quidditch remained his escape, his daydream of what could have been, but nothing more.
It was on the Quidditch pitch in his third year that he first noticed Nesia—the Seeker for a rival house. He was enthralled with her in an instant, the speed with which she flew, the grace, the agility. She seemed to weave through the air, it felt more like a dance rather than flying. His distraction cost him dearly. But it had been worth it. The two quickly struck up a friendship and by the beginning of their 5th year, they were dating after a bet on their next game on the matter. It hadn’t lasted long, and the end came quickly. Toni just laughed it off, told himself that it was for the best and carefully tucked away that nagging feeling that he was walking away from the best thing that ever happened to him. He and Nesia remained in the same social circles, still dueled and sparred and argued over muggle football and if their friendship was still a little awkward after the breakup, it was still better than no friendship at all.
Besides, romance was a distraction. A distraction Toni could ill afford. And so for the next two years, he studied. He studied spells and hexes, he studied the political make up of the international Wizarding Community, he studied potions and effective communication strategies, riddles and puzzles and codes. He made friends (and a few enemies), both within his house and beyond it. And he stuck to flings, simple, short flings… it was just easier that way. He kept things simple, focused on keeping himself healthy, happy, and alert. There were opportunities out there, he just had to be ready for them.
And then, in the beginning of his final year, came the announcement: Hogwarts was to be hosting the Triwizard tournament!
This was it. His chance! The winning champion would be immortalized, would be celebrated throughout Europe. What Ministry, what title, would be denied him? Toni was the first to sign his name to go to Hogwarts. Finally, he would have a chance to show the world what a Carriedo could do and he was sure he would succeed. He’d come too far, sacrificed too much, to do anything else.
“It was a sickness,” his mother had explained to him when he was finally realized that their family had not always been so disgraced. The descent into decay started 200 years ago. The riches that surrounded their family had done little to protect them from hungering for more. More power, more money, more influence, more, more, more. Anything to fill that empty ache that remained, ever present, in their hearts. Eventually that need drove the family into depravity, into gambling and black arts and baseless pleasures. It was not a quick decline, but rather chipping away of their honorable name until all that remained was a hollow shell. A disgrace. And yet, somehow that shell hadn’t crumbled, hadn’t faded completely into the annals of history. Antonio had to believe there was a reason for that. His family had once been something great, a pillar of the Wizarding community, and Toni was certain that it could be once again. He just had to find out how to revive his dead legacy and soon the Carriedo family could be the shining beacon of the Wizarding world once more!
Of course, things always seem so much simpler when you’re six. Toni spent every free moment learning about his family, about their rise and eventual decline. It had been more than a loss of money that had crippled them; it was the loss of prestige. They had become a morality play for Europe’s elite, a caution against gluttony and corruption. If Anthony was to have any chance at giving his family a future, he had to restore their name. And he was going to do whatever it took.
From that moment on, Antonio doggedly set on the path to regain the respect and good will that had been squandered so long ago. When it came time to pick a school, Antonio chose Durmstrang for its prodigious history and rigorous expectations. If anywhere could serve as a proving grounds for the young Spaniard, it would be Durmstrang. And so, with a bright smile, a hug for his mother, and a promise to return to them with new glory, Antonio was off like a rocket.
Antonio flourished in Durmstrang. He excelled in Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, and Defense against the Dark Arts and care of Magical Creatures. He was less well received in History of Magic where he started an argument with his professor about the Carriedo family’s importance in the Troll rebellion of 1764. Divination was another sore spot for him as, try though he might, he didn’t have the slightest clue how a clump of tea leaves could tell you anything other than it’s time to wash out the cup and had no qualms about relaying that observation to his professor. While he had thought he’d been perfectly reasonable about the whole thing, both teachers seemed to disagree and he learned early on why one doesn’t cross a Durmstrangs professor. Once Divination was no longer required, he chose to spend his time learning Martial magic and even the Dark Arts. For being such a cheerful personality, he took surprisingly well to these areas, and continued to study them, despite the stigma associated with such subjects.
He made friends easily, his cheerful personality made it easy to overlook some of his more surely classmates. While he rarely thinks badly of anyone, he can get of the nerves of his fellow Jords, who are irritated by his less then pristine living space and his tendency to shrug off any harsh words or criticisms. Early on he formed a close relationship with Marianna Edelstien, originally based on her inability to run PT. He wasn't sure how it became tradition for him to carry her on his back during their runs, but he didn't really mind helping out, and couldn't deny that doing so had done wonders for his overall strength and endurance. As time went on, she became a very good friend, one of the few that he felt he could talk with honestly. She berated him and would smack him on a regular basis, but he knew that it was only because she was trying to look after him. Despite the icy persona she portrayed to others, Mari had shown herself to be very kind and perceptive. After all, she was the one who picked up on the dread Toni felt about returning to his isolated home and emotionally distant relatives during the breaks and invited him to return to Austria with her. Toni loved his times spent there and returned every summer to spend time with Mari and Vash and their family. Even though there was a lot of grudges and bicker, it felt a heck of a lot better than family who doesn't even acknowledge each other. Toni didn't stop to wonder what Marianna might be getting out of this, he just enjoyed exploring the castle and feeling like part of an actual family for a change (by the second stay it was just accepted that Toni was an honorary member of the family.) He spent every summer there until the new term began and he could return to Durmstrang.
A born athlete, Toni was a shoe-in for his house’s Quidditch team in his second year, where his thirst for adrenaline and his lightning reflexes were put to use as a Beater. By his 5th year, Toni was the team captain, inspiring and encouraging his teammates with his enthusiasm. Anyone could tell that he loved the game. It was the one thing that was just his and he could easily lose himself in the competition, in the wind whipping through his robes in the calls of his teammates and the roar of the crowds. In another life, Toni might have even aspired to take it to the next level and try out for a professional team, but he knew better. In this life, nothing lasting would ever come out of a professional Quidditch player, at least nothing strong enough to build the foundations of his family’s future. And so, he sat his dreams of far off arenas and crowds chanting his name. Quidditch remained his escape, his daydream of what could have been, but nothing more.
It was on the Quidditch pitch in his third year that he first noticed Nesia—the Seeker for a rival house. He was enthralled with her in an instant, the speed with which she flew, the grace, the agility. She seemed to weave through the air, it felt more like a dance rather than flying. His distraction cost him dearly. But it had been worth it. The two quickly struck up a friendship and by the beginning of their 5th year, they were dating after a bet on their next game on the matter. It hadn’t lasted long, and the end came quickly. Toni just laughed it off, told himself that it was for the best and carefully tucked away that nagging feeling that he was walking away from the best thing that ever happened to him. He and Nesia remained in the same social circles, still dueled and sparred and argued over muggle football and if their friendship was still a little awkward after the breakup, it was still better than no friendship at all.
Besides, romance was a distraction. A distraction Toni could ill afford. And so for the next two years, he studied. He studied spells and hexes, he studied the political make up of the international Wizarding Community, he studied potions and effective communication strategies, riddles and puzzles and codes. He made friends (and a few enemies), both within his house and beyond it. And he stuck to flings, simple, short flings… it was just easier that way. He kept things simple, focused on keeping himself healthy, happy, and alert. There were opportunities out there, he just had to be ready for them.
And then, in the beginning of his final year, came the announcement: Hogwarts was to be hosting the Triwizard tournament!
This was it. His chance! The winning champion would be immortalized, would be celebrated throughout Europe. What Ministry, what title, would be denied him? Toni was the first to sign his name to go to Hogwarts. Finally, he would have a chance to show the world what a Carriedo could do and he was sure he would succeed. He’d come too far, sacrificed too much, to do anything else.
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Antonio Carriedo sat on his broom, suspended over the dewy Quidditch pitch as he watched the sun first peer over the cradle of mountains that surrounded the school. He loved mornings, loved the seclusion of it, the serenity. The morning air, still chilled from the previous night fingered through his hair, tousling the brunette curls like a lover might. He smiled and pulled on the handle of his broom, climbing higher and higher before going into a sudden spiraling descent, laughing in delight as he pulled up merely ten feet above the ground.
Flying always cleared his head. He felt as though he was a different person on the Pitch, that he could shed the moniker of “Antonio Carriedo” and all of the roles that went along with it. Up here, he was just Toni. Up here he was free. Toni ascended once again, determined to work on his agility. Vatten killed their team last time they met and Toni was determined not to repeat the experience. Sure, their Chasers were fast, but Toni was sure he could be faster. He leaned forward, flattening himself against his broom and urging it forward before breaking off to perform a series of rolls, twists and sudden turns. He finally stalled, panting as he sat up to take a drink of water from the flask nestled against his hip. He had another half hour before morning drill, but Toni wasn’t ready to give up his broom just yet and certainly not for another round of push-ups and shuttle runs.
But then he saw a fellow teammate, a surly looking 6th year, who went by the name of “Tank”, crossing the pitch He’d won such a nickname after that famous game in which he scored 70 points despite being hit a record 23 times with a bludger after Toni had been taken out of commission by a bludger blow to the back of the head. Toni landed and tossed his broom over his shoulder with a grin (one Tank did not return.)
“Buenos Dias. What brings you out to the pitch so early? We don’t have practice until after our last class.” Toni actually liked Tank, despite his dour personality. He was a dedicated player and a loyal teammate. Besides all that, he was an excellent chaser and a good leader for the other two, who were still trying to live up to the shoes of their predecessors. With all that, Toni could certainly forgive the man for his sullen face.
“Actually, Boss, I was told to go find you.” He replied in that signature gravelly voice of his. “The Head of our House wants to see you.”
Toni visibly winced at that, his mind going over the past few weeks. What could he have forgotten to do? Did he accidentally say something wrong to another professor again? Or perhaps they had found out about his last midnight… adventure the other week.
“Do you know what about?” He asked Tank, who shrugged.
“Dunno. Something about having you apply for some Tournament being held in Hogwarts, I think. I guess he figured you’d be good for it.”
Toni stopped in his tracks, eyes wide. “Tournament? You don’t think… It has to be!” He’d read about the Triwizard Tournament, about the glory that it brought to each Champion, to the Champions family. Sure there were lots of risks, people had died trying to overcome the tests, but the reward… Just the thought of it made Toni’s heart beat faster. He could see his mother’s face, imagined the smile that broke through the lifetime of disgrace as he brought home the cup. He could go anywhere after such a victory, do anything. It was the perfect! Winning such a Tournament would get his name recognized, and that was just the first step to getting it revered.
With a whoop, Toni spun around and captured Tank in a crushing hug, kissing both his cheeks before releasing him. To his credit, the younger student barely flinched, but then again, he’d been with his captain for the past three years, he was used to Toni’s… unconventional way of expressing excitement.
“He’s waiting in his office, Boss.” He said, straightening out his robes, and continuing to walk back to the Castle.
The Triwizard Tournament… Toni took a deep breath and looked back at the sky, taking in the vibrant reds and electric hues of orange and pink that danced over the horizon. There was doubt in his mind; the opportunity was out there. He just had to reach out and grab it. There was no voice of reason, nothing that reminded the Spaniard that he might not be chosen as his school’s champion, that there was a chance he’d lose, that there was a chance he could die. Toni didn’t have time for such voices.
With one last look to the Pitch, Antonio Carriedo turned and jogged off to find the Head of his House. This was going to be a good year!
Flying always cleared his head. He felt as though he was a different person on the Pitch, that he could shed the moniker of “Antonio Carriedo” and all of the roles that went along with it. Up here, he was just Toni. Up here he was free. Toni ascended once again, determined to work on his agility. Vatten killed their team last time they met and Toni was determined not to repeat the experience. Sure, their Chasers were fast, but Toni was sure he could be faster. He leaned forward, flattening himself against his broom and urging it forward before breaking off to perform a series of rolls, twists and sudden turns. He finally stalled, panting as he sat up to take a drink of water from the flask nestled against his hip. He had another half hour before morning drill, but Toni wasn’t ready to give up his broom just yet and certainly not for another round of push-ups and shuttle runs.
But then he saw a fellow teammate, a surly looking 6th year, who went by the name of “Tank”, crossing the pitch He’d won such a nickname after that famous game in which he scored 70 points despite being hit a record 23 times with a bludger after Toni had been taken out of commission by a bludger blow to the back of the head. Toni landed and tossed his broom over his shoulder with a grin (one Tank did not return.)
“Buenos Dias. What brings you out to the pitch so early? We don’t have practice until after our last class.” Toni actually liked Tank, despite his dour personality. He was a dedicated player and a loyal teammate. Besides all that, he was an excellent chaser and a good leader for the other two, who were still trying to live up to the shoes of their predecessors. With all that, Toni could certainly forgive the man for his sullen face.
“Actually, Boss, I was told to go find you.” He replied in that signature gravelly voice of his. “The Head of our House wants to see you.”
Toni visibly winced at that, his mind going over the past few weeks. What could he have forgotten to do? Did he accidentally say something wrong to another professor again? Or perhaps they had found out about his last midnight… adventure the other week.
“Do you know what about?” He asked Tank, who shrugged.
“Dunno. Something about having you apply for some Tournament being held in Hogwarts, I think. I guess he figured you’d be good for it.”
Toni stopped in his tracks, eyes wide. “Tournament? You don’t think… It has to be!” He’d read about the Triwizard Tournament, about the glory that it brought to each Champion, to the Champions family. Sure there were lots of risks, people had died trying to overcome the tests, but the reward… Just the thought of it made Toni’s heart beat faster. He could see his mother’s face, imagined the smile that broke through the lifetime of disgrace as he brought home the cup. He could go anywhere after such a victory, do anything. It was the perfect! Winning such a Tournament would get his name recognized, and that was just the first step to getting it revered.
With a whoop, Toni spun around and captured Tank in a crushing hug, kissing both his cheeks before releasing him. To his credit, the younger student barely flinched, but then again, he’d been with his captain for the past three years, he was used to Toni’s… unconventional way of expressing excitement.
“He’s waiting in his office, Boss.” He said, straightening out his robes, and continuing to walk back to the Castle.
The Triwizard Tournament… Toni took a deep breath and looked back at the sky, taking in the vibrant reds and electric hues of orange and pink that danced over the horizon. There was doubt in his mind; the opportunity was out there. He just had to reach out and grab it. There was no voice of reason, nothing that reminded the Spaniard that he might not be chosen as his school’s champion, that there was a chance he’d lose, that there was a chance he could die. Toni didn’t have time for such voices.
With one last look to the Pitch, Antonio Carriedo turned and jogged off to find the Head of his House. This was going to be a good year!
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Wand | |
Unicorn Heartstring | Yew |
13 inches | Unyeilding |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
Charms/Martial Magic | Divination |
Familiar | Patronus |
Barbary Falcon (Named Camila) | Bull |
Spain from Hetalia | |
Kat | |
