Serafina Marisa De Santigo

[Serafina De Santigo]

Serafina Marisa De Santigo.


I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.

name Serafina Marisa De Santigo
nicknames Sera is preferred.
gender Girl
playby Amanda Crew
age 17 February 15.
year Seventh
wand Rosewood, unicorn hair, sturdy, 10”

& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

physical description Sera is a rather tall woman, standing at around 5’10”. She has long dark hair that generally only really curls towards the bottom half. She wears it in a number of ways, but it’s usually down. She has an oval shaped face, hazel eyes. She’s heard that she’s on the overly slim side, but she’s just naturally that way and chalks it up to swimming all the time.
appearance She is a master of business attire when it is called for. Something to do with years of her father’s tourism industry. Usually though, she likes to be in more comfortable things like flannel and jeans. Her makeup is usually pretty dark around the eyes and and lipstick is a statement waiting to be made. The darker colours she has on a stark contradiction to the beach-y background she grew up on.

I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.

likes the beach and the ocean, seashells, a good quill, the smell of an old book, food from home
dislikes mistakes, t-shirts with the “I <3 somewhere” on them, pointless drivel, maps, her full name, tan-lines
strengths intelligence, excellent communication skills, strong swimmer, excellent side-eye execution, balance, in the physical and metaphorical sense
weaknesses temper, bouts of homesickness, extensive grudge holding, driving desire to be better, shoes
personality Her bark is worse than her bite, but her bite is also pretty bad. Abrasive, arrogant, calculating, cold, demanding, domineering, sometimes needlessly unkind, pretentious, dismissive, extremely intelligent, authoritarian, stern, adaptable, aspiring, charming, confident, cultured, eloquent, forthright, independent, logical, moderate, polished, romantic.

& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

parents Father: Paolo de Santigo. 38 works in tourism. Mother: not in the picture
siblings Older brother: Cristiano. 22, does he even have a job?
birthplace Lagos, Portugal
hometown Lagos, Portugal
ethnicity Portuguese, speaks Portuguese, German, English
blood Muggleborn

BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

name Meeeeee
age old enough
experience how long have I been around?
password Aparecium
anything else? nope
sample

Hadley sat comfortably on the couch, one leg curled up underneath her, flipping through that morning’s newspaper absently. There were other things on her mind keeping her from focussing on the words in front of her, interrupting her morning routine. She had stumbled upon a...business associate yesterday while she was out with Winston, if he could be called that. Business associate, family friend, thief, he had many titles. She had seen him smoking out on his balcony during her evening walk, it was the first time she had seen him since the last time she had been in Malaysia. An accident really, she had had no idea that Sebastian owned the condo just down the way from her own. But now, now she had been presented with an opportunity to pay him a friendly visit, remind him that she wasn't particularly fond of when people took things from her, regardless of how much they bought from her normally. Nothing was free when life was at risk every time she had to go into a ruin to procure a relic. Especially now that she had been so starkly confronted by her own mortality after the last dig.

Though this was generally not someone that you wanted to take by surprise, she felt rather secure in her ability to do so at this point. They were old friends after all. She folded the newspaper suddenly and set it on the arm of the couch and tapped Winston’s shoulder. “Up.” He lifted his head from her lap for her to stand, laying back down as soon as she was out of the way. “Lazy thing.” She shook her head as she walked into her bedroom to grab a pair of shoes to put on. She came back out into the front room to pick her wand up off the side table it had been sitting on. She reached down after she was done and scratched behind Winston’s ears. “Let’s see if we can get back what belongs to us, yes?” His tail wagged happily as he raised his head to look at her. She patted him a final time and straightened up. “Be good and hold down the fort for me, yeah?” She turned and walked to the door, putting on a long jacket and putting her wards up before locking the door behind her. She slipped her hands into her pockets as she walked the short distance from her door to his. She allowed a small, amused smile for a moment, it truly was a small world after all. Glancing up towards the balcony, she didn’t know if he was even still here, but it was worth a shot if nothing else.

She leaned leisurely against the tree across from the balcony of his condo, waiting patiently. As soon as she saw movement from inside, she propelled herself to standing fully and stepped away from the tree. She widened her stance a little and looked upwards calmly, as a pale man with brown hair stepped out to lean on the edge of the railing, cigarette in hand. She didn’t raise her voice as she spoke above her normal speaking volume, well aware that that he could hear her as long as she spoke clearly. “I took a trip down to that little shop of yours, you know. That boy of your is rather quaint.” Yes, quaint was the right word; strange sort of boy. She hadn’t been surprised to find Sebastian not in the shop, he travelled more than she did. It was part of the reason he had been so difficult to track down after she had first lost him, why he arranged any of their meetings. Her face turned a little more serious, a little more business-like. “You have something that belongs to me.” He smiled down at her and shook his head as he straightened from his position of leaning on the balcony. “You know, I’ve found them, here in my pocket.” He was turning, addressing someone else, and she heard another voice from inside the apartment but couldn’t make out the words of their continued exchange as he headed back inside. That was fine; she would wait. She was nothing if not persistent.

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