SANTANA MARITZA LOPEZ- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
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WELL, YOU KNOW MY FRIENDS, THEY KNOW YOUR ENEMIES.
COME INTO MY WORLD
-------------------- SEE THROUGH MY EYES.
FULL NAME: NICKNAMES: San, S, Satan, Lopez, Bitch.
AGE: BIRTH DATE: BLOOD TYPE: SEXUALITY: HOUSE & YEAR: OCCUPATION: WAND TYPE: Ebony, Dragon Heartstring, Thirteen inches, Supple.
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
-------------------- BETWEEN THE TRUTHS AND THE LIES.
PATRONUS: Santana's patronus is a cougar. The memory she uses to fuel it's formation is one of her grandmother Maritza. She was thirteen, and her abuelita had come to visit during Christmas Break. She and Santana had gone to Diagon Alley (and muggle london, but her parents were never told about the latter) and they had spent all kinds of money. But, she had the most fun she had ever had that day, and it was always looked at as one of her fondest memories. They would find Maritza dead a month later of fatal poisoning.
DEMENTOR: It was the Final Battle, and Santana could feel the sweat rolling down her neck as she wielded her Flame-Whip masterfully, cutting down Order Member after Order Member. She was well past caring if they lived or not, having become quite numb to the entire scenario after the hours it seemed everyone had been fighting. Her mask felt heavy on her face, and her black robes felt like irons dragging her down to the depths of hell for going against what she knew was right. But family was family.
It was growing dark, and the full moon was beginning to rise. Fenrir would be changing about now, if he hadn't already. Meaning she needed to get back with the others, or risk being bitten herself. And that just would not do. Especially since the Dark Lord planned on eliminating the werewolves after they fulfilled their purpose.
Whipping her Flame-Whip across the chest of an opponent, she turned to start her retreat when she caught sight of something from the corner of her eye. A head of blonde hair. Attached to someone she was hoping to not see on the battlefield.
And there was a Death Eater about to strike her down from behind.
Hesitating only briefly between the door and the blonde, Santana lifted her wand with intent to kill. The sickly green bold of death flew from the tip of ebony to strike the Death Eater in the chest, lifting him from his feet to slam into the stone wall with the sheer force behind her spell.
Meeting blue eyes across the span of the corridor, Santana turned away from her to finish her retreat. Only to come face-to-face with a giant, snarling werewolf. A cold chill rushed down her spine as she looked up at the giant, mad creature, and she thought for sure, she was going to die right there. But at least she could die doing the right thing.
Backing away slowly, she tightened her grip on her wand and was about to snap it up with a Killing Curse on the tip, when the werewolf lunged forward. She felt teeth rip deep into her shoulder as claws tore at her sides and stomach. Shouting in pain, she blasted curse after curse at the werewolf, managing to make a lucky shot and drop the insane creature.
Lying flat on her back, she stared up at the vaulted ceiling of the castle that she had called home for the last seven years, simply prideful that she stopped a werewolf. She could feel her robes growing heavy and wet with her blood, and she could only imagine what she looked like as she heaved a couple of wet coughs.
Her eyes managed to find the blue-eyed blonde once more as her vision began to fade, giving the Hufflepuff a small, bloody smile just before she passed out.
MIRROR OF ERISED: Before the Final Battle, Santana's biggest dream was to one day marry for love, not politics. To have that cliched thing that many other people took for granted and that she would never be able to have one day.
But it changed. Now, she just wants to find acceptance. People hate her because she was a Death Eater. They hate her because she's a werewolf. She is definitely an outcast, so she wants to simply fit in somewhere. To be able to walk into the Three Broomsticks and be able to tell herself that they're glaring at her because they're jealous, not because they hate her.
BOGGART: I used to be spiders. Of any shape or size. They are just about the only thing she will destroy a building trying to kill. She has caused extensive damage to her dormitory on numerous occasions trying to kill spiders with reductor curses.
But now, it takes the form of a slavering, insanely hostile werewolf that looks exactly like Greyback. The fear paralyzes her for several seconds and when she attempts the counter, it's usually at a whisper and with many a fearful flinch.
AMORTENTIA: Vanilla
Strawberries
Fresh-cut grass
The faint smell just after it rains
BEST TRAITS: +Determined
+Protective
+Loyal
+Intelligent
+Shrewd
+Calm (Most of the time)
+Humorous
+Empathetic (Only seeing the emotion...not helping to fix it)
+Proud
+Fearless
WORST TRAITS: -Spiteful
-Angry
-Short-tempered
-Brash
-Tactless
-Irritable
-Secretive
-Arrogant
-Sarcastic
-Blunt
PERSONALITY: Never let it be said that Santana Lopez is a selfless person. She will often put herself before everyone else, simply because that was how it had to be as she grew up. She will often step on people to gain the upper hand, and she won't lose a second's sleep over it, either. Due to this innate selfishness, it has often led to her being called manipulative, which is also very true. When she can be patient, that is.
Waiting for things is not one of her priorities. In fact, it doesn't even cross her mind. If she wants it, she goes after it and gets it. Get in her way, and she'll run roughshod right over the top of you. She will doggedly pursue something, and if told not to, that will only increase her determination.
Making enemies is easier than making friends for her. Often, she will run her mouth without thinking and alienate people. Being a Death Eater instilled some sense of calm, since emotions only get you Crucio'd. Santana has one of the best poker faces in the history of poker faces, which helps to usually hide what she's feeling. Though, if people try to get close enough to her, her eyes will totally give her away.
She is naturally a very angry person, and she can hold a grudge for eons. If you wrong her, expect to have it thrown in your face and used against you over and over. Even the people close to her don't get to escape this, since she usually brings it up when her temper spikes. She isn't used to dealing with people, so she isn't sure how to act around them.
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
-------------------- AT THE POINT OF NO RETURN.
NATIONALITY: HOME TOWN: Barcelona, Spain. Moved to Edinburgh when she was four.
FINANCIAL STATUS: Heiress to the House of Lopez pending Rafael Lopez's trial.
PARENTS: Rafael Eduardo Lopez, 56, Lord, Alive (Incarcerated).
Bianca Carla Lopez, 52, Lady, Alive (Incarcerated).
SIBLINGS: FAMILIAR: A large male eagle owl named Damocles.
OTHERS: Maritza Luisa Vega, Maternal Grandmother, Deceased (Murdered).
HISTORY: Santana Maritza Lopez was born on a dark night on the nineteenth of April to Bianca and Rafael Lopez. Her birth was a long, complicated trial for Bianca, nearly resulting in her death and the death of Santana. It wouldn't be known for a few more months, but the birth of Santana would render Bianca unable to have another child. Due to this inability, Santana was named sole heir to her families fortune.
Most young children boast memories of holidays spent with family, but not the sole Lopez child. For as long as she can remember, the only time her family was purposefully together was for public parties. Other than that, She would see them in passing in the manor.
Santana was raised by her tutors, and nannies when she was younger. She spent hours out of the day, sitting in lessons and being the perfect little pureblooded princess. She excelled in her courses, but her true abilities lay in the bloodlines class and politics. She wasn't very tactful, having a bad habit of spouting off the first thing that came to mind, but she had a mind for the maneuvering and back-handed dealing that tended to go on in wizarding politics.
It came as no surprise when her Hogwarts letter came during brunch one morning. That was the proudest she had ever seen her parents. That day, they went to Diagon Alley and purchased her supplies, and here, she was given her first legal wand. The other was one that had been purchased at some non-legal wandmaker in Knockturn Alley.
On the train to Hogwarts, she sat with Draco Malfoy and company, simply because she recognized them from the public gatherings that her family often attended. However, it only took three seconds in the cabin with his never-ending ego to decide that he definitely wasn't someone she was going to want to spend any length of time with, so she did what was expected and finished out the train ride with him. She wouldn't be caught dead trailing after him like most of her classmates chose to do.
At Hogwarts, she earned excellent grades, but she excelled at Potions and Transfiguration. Charms was a second-best and Defense Against the Dark Arts came naturally. Over the years, she was groomed to be a perfect little pureblood, often treating those of lesser bloodline like serfs.
When the Dark Lord rose again, her parents were one of the first ones to return to his side. And then her Dark Arts training began. Just like every other subject she attempted, Santana excelled at the Dark Arts with a particularly natural flair that was somewhat frightening for everyone else around her.
When her seventh year rolled around and the Golden Trio dropped off the face of the earth, Santana opted to return to Hogwarts. Only she was sporting a new tattoo on her forearm like many of her classmates. She never truly wanted the Dark Mark, but she took it because it was expected of her. Hogwarts that year was terrible, and she hated every minute. There was practically no teaching going on...the 'Professors' using the opportunity to torture as many students as they could.
So it wasn't that big a surprise when the castle was retaken by Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Santana was one of the only marked Death Eaters left inside the building. Knowing she was out-manned and being hunted, she spent hours hiding from sight, knocking out any lone members that would pass by. When the Dark Lord arrived, she managed to slip to his side and don her mask like a good little slave. When she fought, it wasn't with any real malice or intent, preferring the Flame-Whip which just injured people over the Killing Curse. She was nearly killed that day by Fenrir Greyback, and on some days, she wished he had finished the job. The attack would forever leave her heavily scarred, thankfully most of them would be hidden beneath her robes, but some lingering bits could be seen on the side of her neck and part of her jaw.
She had awoken almost a week later in St. Mungo's and was immediately taken into Auror custody. After an extensive trial, she was pardoned of her crimes and released. Not to mention she had turned evidence against her family. They didn't hold her loyalty, having murdered the only member she cared about. Which couldn't be proven, but her instinct told her it was them.
One of the first things she learned was that she was treated as an outsider in society for not only being a former Death Eater (her trial was quite public) but for being a werewolf also. It was no surprise that she returned to Hogwarts for her true seventh year, since the previous was not truly a school year.
SEE WHO I AM
-------------------- BREAK THROUGH THE SURFACE.
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