VASQUEZ, Flor-Maria Lysandra

[Flor Maria Vasquez]

[FLOR MARIA LYSANDRA VASQUEZ]

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FULL NAME: Flor-Maria Lysandra Vasquez

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original

DATE OF BIRTH: The 2nd of July

AGE: 16

YEAR: 6th

HOUSE: Slytherin

SOCIAL CLASS REQUEST: Royalty

WAND TYPE: Ebony, Eight & one-half inches,Veela hair core


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LIKES:
[♥] Roses
[♥] Hot Chocolate
[♥] Perfume
[♥] Mirrors
[♥] Money
[♥] Fashion
[♥] Control
[♥] Quidditch
[♥] Men
[♥] Silver
[♥] Potions

DISLIKES:
[♠] Ugly People
[♠] Getting Dirty
[♠] Magical Creatures
[♠] Licorice
[♠] Loud Noises
[♠] Asparagus
[♠] Ghosts
[♠] Transfiguration
[♠] Immature People
[♠] Ignorence

STRENGTHS:
[♥] Extreme Wealth
[♥] Manipulative
[♥] Knowledgable in Various Spells
[♥] Beautiful
[♥] Ambitious

WEAKNESSES:
[♠] Hot Headed
[♠] Impatient
[♠] Physically Weak


PATRONUS:
A Horse
PERSONALITY:

Flor is more or less your typical spoiled, rich girl. She doesn’t let people tell her what to do unless she has great respect for them. Really, the only people that she listens to are her close friends, which there are few of. She chooses her friends and associates wisely, leaving the weaklings to be weak and running off to befriend those with power. To put it simply, she doesn’t waste her time with weak people.

Much to the dismay of her dorm mates and to the rest of her school mates, Flor is very temperamental; she is quick to explode at anything that she doesn't agree with. This usually ends her in less than favorable situations. She is able to suppress this personality trait while in class, most of the time, the only class it ever seems to arise is in Potions class class. Another ‘flaw’ that some people see in her is her gossiping problem. She is the last person you would want to tell your deepest darkest secrets to, unless you want the rest of the school to find out, that is. Despite this flaw, she'll generally keep the secrets of best friends, unless she feels the need to use them as ammo later.

Flor' second most prominent personality trait is probably her greed. Being from the prestigious Vasquez family, Flor was always given what she wanted. When she is at Hogwarts, she is given the same treatment, though to a drastically lower degree. Her severe greed causes her to compete quite frequently with anyone who tries to out do her. She typically falls victim to episodes of severe verbal violence because of these. Usually, her sharp wit allows her to win such things. There have been a few times, however, where she loses these battles. The effects don’t last long for her though, she quickly reestablishes her ferocity by starting and winning another battle.
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HAIR/EYES: Pristine Blonde, Bright Blue

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'11, 120 lbs

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
When boys pass the Slytherin Princess in the hallway, the first thing they take note of is her hair. Like any proper “princess,” it is a bright, vivacious blonde color that seems to sparkle in the sunlight, and lighten up even the darkest room. For the most part, Flor Maria prefers for her hair to remain long and natural, generally it is kept perfectly straight, otherwise it is probably graced with the natural light curls that she has always had the fortune of having. The Slytherin takes immense pride in her hair, washing and conditioning it every day and applying the appropriate magic to keep it in such fantastic condition. One article which one would never find Flor wearing would be a hat, of any sort. Why would one cover up such excellence?

Her second most recognizable physical trait is that of her eyes. Many people have often commented on the strange, alluring beauty that is held within the bright blue beauties. From the inner color of her eye, one might say it was a shade of lavender, yet the color fades into a bright effervescent blue as the color ripples outward. To those who are fortunate to obtain the oppurtunity to look into them, it is doubtless that they would find themselves staring. If her hair and face can pull the boys in, then her lovely eyes can keep them at her disposal for as long as she needs. It's the perfect trap.

Flor Maria Vasquez stands at a height of 5'11. She is the tallest of the three Vasquez sister, though her younger sister, Nicole, is only an inch below her. She is extremely thin. Not sickly thin, but most can tell that she is indeed slightly underweight. This doesn't come from a lack of eating, but instead from a high metabolism which has always allowed her to maintain a great figure. Her clothing style is a tribute to her vast wealth. Periodically, throughout the year, she gets custom made robes flown into her from a boutique in Paris. When not in school attire, she can often be found in high class muggle clothing. Some find this odd, that purelood “royalty” would actually wear the clothing of a muggle. This is where Flor differs from many other Purebloods, her opinion is that “if it's sexy, I'm wearing it.” Truthfully, nobody really opines on the origins of the clothing, only that its “hot.”
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PARENTS/GUARDIANS:
Ricardo Francisco Vasquez – Ravenclaw Alumnus – Apothecary Entrepreneur
Emmaline Amalia Rosier – Slytherin Alumna – Socialite, Housewife
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES:
Through her mother, Flor is related to all other old wizarding families in Britain due to her pureblood lineage. Her father, having come from Spain, is related to the pureblood families of Western Europe.

CHARACTER HISTORY:
Flor Maria Vasquez was born as the heiress to the fortunes of the families various apothecaries scarred throughout Great Britain and the rest of Europe. She was never forced live any form of the simple life, always on the go and always at some kind of social event. Not having to work a day in her life really began to catch up with her when she began attending Hogwart. Where were the people to carry her books to class? Where were the people to bring her breakfast in the morning? It was impossible to believe that people actually left their rooms for breakfast; she has yet to grow accustomed to it. Flor Maria was born in the family's large, primary estate in Valencia, Spain. Within the city she absorbed a culture which was far different from that which her school mates would come from. She spent the first eleven years of her life in Spain, until her eleventh birthday, when she received the letter from the school her parents had attended, Hogwarts.

When Flor turned thirteen, her world changed forever. Her mother, Emmaline, fell victim to a virus that was relatively new to the wizarding world. Despite the efforts of well-known healers brought in from all corners of the world, and her father's desperate attempts at concocting a healing potion, it was all in naught. Emmaline Vasquez died after a long struggle with this mysterious diease. Before shee died, she left Flor Maria advice which she would cherish forever: “stay beautiful, and you will be able to control all around you.” Flor has taken those words as guidelines for her life. Since her mother's death, she has worked her natural beauty to manipulate those around her to suit her every desire.

Being now in her sixth year at the wizarding school, Flor knows her way around. She is well-known for using people and getting her way. In the eyes of the professors, she is akin to an angel, always completing her work on time and making sure its of the upmost perfection. She has long realized that her power comes from a combination of social status and standing among the school's teachers, it is with this motivation that she is seeking the title of Head Girl in the future, for with that title comes power that will make her control of the school compelte. It was no surprise that she fits in well with the “royalty,” easily being named the “Slytherin Princess” in her fifth year, she continues to carry the title, it having become even more relevent as the sixth year begins.
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EXPERIENCE:
Approximately 11 years as a role-player. Off and on, of course. ♥
OTHER CHARACTERS:
None, yet
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:

♥Kristian♥
"The mind, Kristian, is a terrible thing to waste. You musn't allow yours to deteriorate through simple day dreaming!" Eden MacHeath had a very simple way of expressing her stance toward the idle mind to her daughter. It was her personal belief that every human in existance needed to be doing something at any given time. For this reason, Kristian had adopted a tactic of keeping a book with her at all moments during the summer months. She would read until her mind leapt off the pages and into a different realm altogether. This method would allow her to have something to fall back on in the likely scenario of her mother approaching her. If the woman inquired, Kristian would simply respond as if she had been reading all the while. Quite ingenius--for a Gryffindor anyway.

More often than not, Kristian would have infuriated her mother during the school year. During classes of lesser importance to the girl, she could often be found scribbling small images on her parchment or thinking of the weekend while the teacher was attempted to convey the knowledge of his study to his or her students. Unless it was something of interest, Kristian was easily lost in the monotonous voice of the aging professor in question. Take--for example--her earlier experience in History of Magic. It was well-known that many students had a tendency to slumber through the various events illustrated by the professor. This often made it difficult whenever the need to complete homework came about. As luck would have it, this particular Gryffindor girl had the skill of being able to "fake her way" through essays and question answering. With just the smallest bit of information, Kristian was capable of answering just about any question tossed at her or rather she could detail some complicated answer that didn't answer the question, but made it seem as if she may have known something about the material--it all amounted to the same thing: it got her work done.

You see, it wasn't that Kristian was just a bad child who needed a lesson in listening to others. No, quite the contrary. To most professors, Kristian appeared to be a perfect student. She was always on time to class, got her homework done and never spoke back...unless it was in the form of asking or answering a question. The girl, sadly, had a chronic case of day dreaming. No matter the location, no matter the time, Kristian was able to dream of things in the distance or in the past of what could be or what never would be. Oh, how desperate she was to be able to rectify this, but no matter how hard Kristian tried to focus on a subject it was no use. She would end up playing with her hair or playing with her dining utensils at a meal. This airhead quality was cute to some, though probably quite annoying to others.

With a book open before her, Kristian mindlessly scribbled an essay regarding the properties of star alignments and how they related to the ability to foretell elements of the futures. Kristian, like many, desired the ability to gaze into what would happen in her future. The professor had once commented on her, claiming that with some practice "the sight may yet develop within you!" It seemed funny to Kristian how some natural ability could just develop with a bit of practice. Still, she tended to work feverishly. Alas, when the topic of astronomy merged with the subject of divination...she began to once again space out and thus, she missed most of the information regarding star constellations and their relation to the foresight of the future.

Finishing the essay with a grunt of discontent, Kristian rolled up the parchment and placed it into her bag. It would suffice, that was good enough for her. Kristian had spent the time in her dormitory working on the assignment. Most students worked in the main common room, but Kristian much preferred a quieter atmosphere that allowed her some space to think and imagine freely. Alas, this quiet atmosphere became more of a prison after the work at hand was finished. After placing her bag next to her bed, she forced herself up and proceeded to move down the spiral stairs, finally into the common room. Before the left the stairwell however, something hit her: music.

For a moment, the Gryffindor girl stopped out of shock. From where would this music originate? After the initial reaction halted, she found herself paralyzed by the beauty of it. From her understanding, the music was coming from a lute or some other stringed instrument...assumnig that her ear and education both were not failing her. The notes danced around in the air, the fierce vivacity of each pluck painted perfect poetic portraits in her mind. As she closed her eyes she felt the energy of the instruments master, portrayed so clearly through the efforts of his work. She wanted--for a moment--to go out and meet the player. Alas, Kristian was immobilized. She didn't want to interrupt his intricate web of music, she couldn't risk throwing him off and destroying the beauty. She could wait and listen, listen to the fruits of his labor.

As the final note resonated through the common room, Kristian had to force her limp body up from the stair that she was sitting on. In all of her years at Hogwarts, she had never found a musician who would convey their emotions and artistic talent as well as the fellow Gryffindor who had just poured such an amazing angelic ability from his fingertips. Still, the mor eshe tried to move she couldn't the sound of music had cemented her down, the web of music he had woven had caught him up and seized her completely. For the next five minutes or so, the young Gryffindor was immobilized.

Finally, the girl snapped out of her delusion and forced herself upward once more. The lute player deserved to be showered with affection from a fellow music enthusiast. With a brave footstep from the shadows, Krsitian walked toward the couch and the only other person in the room. Colleting herself as well as she could, she was about to speak and shower the other Gryffindor with compliments when she noticed that he wasn't exactly sitting up, nor was he simply laying down and relaxing. The boy was actually sleeping! Somewhere in plain sight of anyone who happened to walk in. For a moment, Kristian considered dropping the subject and walking out. As she began toward the portrait-door that lead to the outer floor, she stopped. I might as well let him know now.
Kristian thought, knowing full and well that if she didn't inform him now, she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about the lute plucker.

Some may have considered her next action to have been rude, but when compared to some of her other choices it truly wasn't. Determined to awaken the boy, she did something quite befitting of the situation. Moving behind the couch, in a somewhat hiding position, the Gryffindor used her operatic skill and released a rather high pitched 'c' note, expelling it from her diaphragm such force that she almost suprised herself. Kristian quickly cut off the note as quickly as it had formed. By this time, she had skipped quickly to the stairwell and hidden herself again, permitting herself to peek out ever so slightly once again, hoping that her plan had succeeded in waking him up and that the source of his alarm would remain confidential.

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