Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 8:08:13 GMT
Chiara Oria Potenza
Female | Eighteen |
Italian | Demisexual |
159cm | 52kg |
Pureblood | |
personality
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"] Chiara is a one of a kind, stubborn as can be woman. She’s set in her ways and that’s never going to change. The harder you push, the more vehemently she’ll push back, determined to get her point across. While she’s not so full of herself to never be able to admit when she’s wrong, she’ll stick to her guns until it’s been proven without a shred of doubt. She rarely takes stock in what people say, especially if it contradicts her own knowledge or beliefs. After all, anyone can talk and string along pretty, confident words, but seeing is believing and Chiara demands such evidence before she’ll even consider changing her mind on something. Or someone.
She is a true warrior nowadays and will hold her ground the best she can, even against the most terrifying of threats. Chiara has never needed someone to come and rescue her when times are tough; she is more than capable of fending for herself and even of protecting those weaker than herself. It’d be a grave mistake, to take her feminine and fashionable presentation for weakness or even a lack of power. Her wand is as quick as her tongue and she’s far more likely to let it do the talking. Especially when she’s feeling insulted, as she's a prideful woman and will likely never tolerate any kind of disrespect.
Despite her strong image as a fiercely independent woman that commands respect from those around her, that is far from being the totality of her. Despite having a stubborn streak and a lion's heart, Chiara is quite a caring, gentle person under it all. She has a ridiculous soft spot for children and can often be found doing charitable work for the less fortunate in her free time. She rarely hesitates to help someone out if asked, but won't go out of her way otherwise unless she’s exceptionally fond of the person in question. It might annoy her, to have her offer refused but she knows she can’t help someone who doesn't want it.
Chiara does not take well to compliments, often becoming flustered from them and left in disbelief that they're anything more than false flattery if it’s concerning anything beyond her looks. She’s equally insecure in her personality as she is confident in her body and appearance, fretting over how she isn't as smart or as talented as others she knows. Not to mention, she’s a huge crybaby and very easily offended or hurt. She’ll do her best to keep the tears in, and even lash out to keep others from discovering them, but they’re definitely real. It’s this deep-rooted insecurity of hers that she keeps locked away from anyone who tries to get close. The last thing she wants to come off as, is weak, considering what happened the last time someone saw her as weak.
She is a true warrior nowadays and will hold her ground the best she can, even against the most terrifying of threats. Chiara has never needed someone to come and rescue her when times are tough; she is more than capable of fending for herself and even of protecting those weaker than herself. It’d be a grave mistake, to take her feminine and fashionable presentation for weakness or even a lack of power. Her wand is as quick as her tongue and she’s far more likely to let it do the talking. Especially when she’s feeling insulted, as she's a prideful woman and will likely never tolerate any kind of disrespect.
Despite her strong image as a fiercely independent woman that commands respect from those around her, that is far from being the totality of her. Despite having a stubborn streak and a lion's heart, Chiara is quite a caring, gentle person under it all. She has a ridiculous soft spot for children and can often be found doing charitable work for the less fortunate in her free time. She rarely hesitates to help someone out if asked, but won't go out of her way otherwise unless she’s exceptionally fond of the person in question. It might annoy her, to have her offer refused but she knows she can’t help someone who doesn't want it.
Chiara does not take well to compliments, often becoming flustered from them and left in disbelief that they're anything more than false flattery if it’s concerning anything beyond her looks. She’s equally insecure in her personality as she is confident in her body and appearance, fretting over how she isn't as smart or as talented as others she knows. Not to mention, she’s a huge crybaby and very easily offended or hurt. She’ll do her best to keep the tears in, and even lash out to keep others from discovering them, but they’re definitely real. It’s this deep-rooted insecurity of hers that she keeps locked away from anyone who tries to get close. The last thing she wants to come off as, is weak, considering what happened the last time someone saw her as weak.
history
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"] From Italy, to Beauxbatons, Chiara’s life was mostly uneventful until the current Tri-Wiarding Tournament. She was born as the first daughter of the Potenza family in Naples, Italy. While they were purebloods, they weren't particularly well off and both her grandparents and her parents had to work nearly all their lives to keep their family in a comfortable life. Even Chiara herself, was put to work helping with chores around the house at a young age to give the adults a bit of a break. All that changed when the family gained a new member in a second daughter, Alice.
Though Chiara was in charge of most of the care of her little sister, given their age gap, she never once complained. She loved that girl with all her heart and would go through hell and high water if it made her happy. It broke Chiara’s heart to pieces when her parents sent her off to Beauxbaton, with the money they’d been saving all her life. They only wanted for her to have a better education than they had had, but being separated from Alice had unfortunate effects on both girls. Chiara became withdrawn and often avoided people through the first couple years of school, and because of this, became the easy target of some bullies. Sorted into Sureau, she enjoyed the classes and friends she had, but a particular girl saw fit to make her life difficult with the help of her lackies.
She took it and took it, never fighting back, never saying a word until one night just before the end of her second year. Her little sister would be attending school with her the coming year. She couldn't let Alice see how pathetic she was; or worse, she couldn't let her precious sister get bullied like she was. With a few choice words, she finally stood up for herself on the last day of school, determined to make a change for her sister's sake. And with a few worse words, along with a pair of scissors, those girls reminded her of why she had never tried before.
When her grandfather found out, he immediately demanded the other students be expelled and pulled Chiara from Beauxbatons. The girls were reprimanded and their families had quite a bit of influence over the school; and that didn’t sit well with Chiara’s family. But nothing more could be done; the tution was already paid for both girls. And so, Alice started in Beauxbaton the following autumn. Strangely enough, not very long after, the bullies began avoiding Chiara and never bother her again. She could never figure out why, not that she would ever complain and little did she suspect her own, little sister had come to her rescue.
With the weight off her shoulders, Chiara became more confident and secure in herself, determined to continue persevering and looking after Alice. In all actuality, however, it is Alice who spends her time watching Chiara's back and handling potential trouble before her older sister ever gets wind of it. Now with the Tri-Wizarding tournament right around the corner, Chiara is more determined than ever to keep her sister safe in this foreign school. Especially from the Hogwarts boys.
Though Chiara was in charge of most of the care of her little sister, given their age gap, she never once complained. She loved that girl with all her heart and would go through hell and high water if it made her happy. It broke Chiara’s heart to pieces when her parents sent her off to Beauxbaton, with the money they’d been saving all her life. They only wanted for her to have a better education than they had had, but being separated from Alice had unfortunate effects on both girls. Chiara became withdrawn and often avoided people through the first couple years of school, and because of this, became the easy target of some bullies. Sorted into Sureau, she enjoyed the classes and friends she had, but a particular girl saw fit to make her life difficult with the help of her lackies.
She took it and took it, never fighting back, never saying a word until one night just before the end of her second year. Her little sister would be attending school with her the coming year. She couldn't let Alice see how pathetic she was; or worse, she couldn't let her precious sister get bullied like she was. With a few choice words, she finally stood up for herself on the last day of school, determined to make a change for her sister's sake. And with a few worse words, along with a pair of scissors, those girls reminded her of why she had never tried before.
When her grandfather found out, he immediately demanded the other students be expelled and pulled Chiara from Beauxbatons. The girls were reprimanded and their families had quite a bit of influence over the school; and that didn’t sit well with Chiara’s family. But nothing more could be done; the tution was already paid for both girls. And so, Alice started in Beauxbaton the following autumn. Strangely enough, not very long after, the bullies began avoiding Chiara and never bother her again. She could never figure out why, not that she would ever complain and little did she suspect her own, little sister had come to her rescue.
With the weight off her shoulders, Chiara became more confident and secure in herself, determined to continue persevering and looking after Alice. In all actuality, however, it is Alice who spends her time watching Chiara's back and handling potential trouble before her older sister ever gets wind of it. Now with the Tri-Wizarding tournament right around the corner, Chiara is more determined than ever to keep her sister safe in this foreign school. Especially from the Hogwarts boys.
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[attr="class","profileboxscroll"] [[WARNING; Mature themes; blood, miscarriage]]
Bloodied hands, bloodied clothes.
Her vision swam in tears and her mind in panic, as Chiara stared at the red-stained, pink towel bundled at her knees. She wanted to reach out to hold it, to draw the extinguished, little life to her chest and hug it tight. But she couldn’t. If she did, she’d never let go of it. The smell of blood was more than enough to make her nauseous and within seconds she was leaning to the side to grasp at the toilet bowl, dry-heaving. Two times. Two times, fate had given her a child and taken it away almost as quickly. Chiara rubbed the back of her hand over mouth, streaking blood across her right cheek.
It was hard on her. It was nearly unbearable. Physically, she was still in pain from the miscarriage and emotionally, she was a sobbing wreck. There’s nothing quite like losing a child, born or not. She'd been through it once already and though she survived it, it had only been just by a chance, only because of Gilbert. For months, she could barely eat, barely sleep, barely even get out of bed in the mornings. Most ones, she didn’t. How was she going to survive this a second time? How was her beloved husband going to handle it?
Her teeth clenched and hazel eyes blinked away the tears the best she could, shoulders shaking. It had hurt him so much.. She couldn’t do that to him again. She couldn't hurt him again. Chiara shook her head and hesitantly turned her gaze towards the bundle laying in front of her. Gilbert's class had already started.. She swallowed the bile in her throat and shook her head quickly; she didn't have time to mourn. If she was going to spare the man she loved, the pain of losing a second child, she had to act and she had to act now.
She leaned her weight against the toilet bowl, using it to slowly push herself up to stand. Hers knees felt weak and her hands trembled as the blood began drying on her skin, but she needed to do this. She couldn't keep her unborn child from death's clutches, but she could keep the sorrow and pain of it from her husband. Even if it meant she had to shoulder it alone.
Bloodied hands, bloodied clothes.
Her vision swam in tears and her mind in panic, as Chiara stared at the red-stained, pink towel bundled at her knees. She wanted to reach out to hold it, to draw the extinguished, little life to her chest and hug it tight. But she couldn’t. If she did, she’d never let go of it. The smell of blood was more than enough to make her nauseous and within seconds she was leaning to the side to grasp at the toilet bowl, dry-heaving. Two times. Two times, fate had given her a child and taken it away almost as quickly. Chiara rubbed the back of her hand over mouth, streaking blood across her right cheek.
It was hard on her. It was nearly unbearable. Physically, she was still in pain from the miscarriage and emotionally, she was a sobbing wreck. There’s nothing quite like losing a child, born or not. She'd been through it once already and though she survived it, it had only been just by a chance, only because of Gilbert. For months, she could barely eat, barely sleep, barely even get out of bed in the mornings. Most ones, she didn’t. How was she going to survive this a second time? How was her beloved husband going to handle it?
Her teeth clenched and hazel eyes blinked away the tears the best she could, shoulders shaking. It had hurt him so much.. She couldn’t do that to him again. She couldn't hurt him again. Chiara shook her head and hesitantly turned her gaze towards the bundle laying in front of her. Gilbert's class had already started.. She swallowed the bile in her throat and shook her head quickly; she didn't have time to mourn. If she was going to spare the man she loved, the pain of losing a second child, she had to act and she had to act now.
She leaned her weight against the toilet bowl, using it to slowly push herself up to stand. Hers knees felt weak and her hands trembled as the blood began drying on her skin, but she needed to do this. She couldn't keep her unborn child from death's clutches, but she could keep the sorrow and pain of it from her husband. Even if it meant she had to shoulder it alone.
other
Wand | |
Unicorn Hair | Hazel |
9 inches | Brittle |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
Herbology | Astronomy |
Familiar | Patronus |
Cirneco dell’Etna | Mediterranean Jelly |
Nyotalia South Italy from Axis Powers: Hetalia | |
Carrot | |
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