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Cardosa, Yelena; Ravenclaw Sixth Year
Topic Started: Aug 26 2006, 08:00 AM (261 Views)
Yelena Cardosa
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CHARACTER DOCUMENTATION
Character Name: Yelena Cardosa
Character Nickname: Lena. Call her by her full name and she might just kill you.
Character Age:Sixteen
Character Year: Sixteen
House/Alumni: Ravenclaw

Physical Appearance:
"Is that even a question? What do I look like? Seriously...? Uhm, okay. Wait - I don't understand, you want me to explain what I look like? Oh.. 'kay. Well - I guess first off it would be easiest to just say that I have a twin, so after I explain this, if you see a male version of me then yeah, say hello to my twin."

"So I guess I'll just go from the top down, which means I have to start with my hair. My hair... Well - it's brown. Yeah, amazing I know - so totally unique. No, I'm kidding around. Yeah, as I said, my hair is brown and it's not like a light brown either, it's a quite dark brown. Chocolate I supposed it'd be called, because I guess in a way it does look like that dark chocolate, not quite blak enough to be considered black, but a very dark brown. Yeah - that's my hair. As for length? It's not that long, perhaps around shoulder length? I'm not to sure seeing as I hardly ever wear it down, it just annoys me when it's hanging down and blowing into my face and stuff. How does anyone live with that? I mean like, I'll be trying to do things - important things - and it'll just blow right into my eyes, or get stuck to my lipgloss, which is possibly the most annoying thing ever. I guess you could say I keep it in good condition, because lets face it... I'm still a girl and I still want to look pretty, whether or not I'm going to use it for my benifits or not. I wash it all the time, and make sure it's always pretty shiny. I hate having ick hair, it's so gross, and having a twin brother I should know - especially seeing as he was the type of brother to tip fizzy drink in my hair on the odd occasion. Thanfully he grew out of that by like, six. Yeah, but I guess that's all I can say about my hair really, it's a chocolate brown, shoulder-length, and always in excellant condition."

"Next are my facial features I suppose. Well, to start off, my eyes are brown. Plain old brown, and although having plain eyes has always annoyed Rafael, it really doesn't bother me. I mean - who really cares anyway? It's not like anyone is going to label you, or harass you because you have specific colored eyes. No - that would be stupid. So plain old brown is just fine with me, thanks. My nose... is a nose. What else can I say about it? It sticks out of the middle of my face. Yep, that's about it. My lips? They're spanish lips, and not because they look spanish, but because I am spanish. Yeah, that was pretty much my way of trying to elaborate on something that doesn't need to be elaborated on. I have lips, they're used for eating, talking and other suchs things. Enough? Oh, well if we're talking about facial features and stuff I might aswell mention that I have my ears pierced, twice at the bottom of each ear. I've had the very bottom ones since I was like, a baby. Aparently it was how they told me and Rafael apart... y'know, when we had clothes on. According to mother we looked waay to similar when we were dressed, and I know there's that whole pink/blue clothing thing, but we didn't really have enough money so mum made our clothes out of old fabric things. Anyway.. the second ones are something I did for fun when I was like, twelve. Yeah, and that's pretty much my face."

"My body? Oh god. I suppose this is the point where I point out that even though I'm a few minutes older, Rafael is still taller. I'm 6'0" he's 6'2" which doesn't particularly bother me unless he's using it to get his way or something. Anyway, I have long legs, like I swear most of my body is just legs, and it's bloody annoying. I mean, it's not fun when you walk down the hall and get shouted at because of your long legs. I suppose that those boys don't really mean anything by it, because I've been told to take it as a compliment. But how can boys shouting vulgar comments be considered a compliment? I just don't understand. I just keep walking when it happens, because when you grow up in a place like I did, school boys seem like tiny ants in the big world of things to be scared of. God, sorry - I'll stop rambling now. So... where was I? Ohh, right. My legs. Well - I think I've said enough about them now, so.. next topic. So the rest of my body consists of arms, a torso, and like, other stuff. I can't be buggered to go into details, but I guess the jist of it is that I'm a tall girl. I'm tanned too. Not overly tanned so I look like a douche, but sun-kissed tanned. Okay - maybe a bit darker, but what can I say? I'm Spanish. I grew up in a city where the sun was always shinning. I'm tanned. Enough said. I guess this is the part where I mumble and stutter about the more feminime things that I have, because I guess I could have just explained my brother without adding what makes us... different. I have a.. chest. Yeah, that's what I have. I'm a girl, and I have a chest. I wouldn't know if it's big or not because I don't go around checking, but yeah - Just filling you in that I do have one. I'm not a man. More importantly - I'm not the male twin. I'm the female. Got it?"

"Yeah - so basically me summed up; brown shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, nose, lips, ears... Long, long legs, feminine chest area a.k.a boobs, and yeah - I'm done."

Personality and Traits:
"My personality? Uhm - that's like summing me up... and you want me to do it like, right now? I don't think that's even possible but I'll try my best. I suppose it won't be too hard seeing as I guess you could say I'm on the sharper side of the tool box, or whichever other cliché saying you want to use."

"So first up - I didn't get put into Ravenclaw for nothing. I'm smart, and I'll admit that. It runs in the family. My mother is pretty smart, Alfonso was a regular genius, and Rafael is a thinker. I guess I fit in there somewhere, probably somewhere between my two brothers. I think that unlike the smarts my family has, I have to work to be smart. These things don't just come naturally. I actually have to work towards a goal, so I guess that makes me booksmart. I read alot, and not just for school, I read because I enjoy it. I'm the girl that will ask if I don't understand, I'll research if I need help with something. I guess it helps that a trait I share with my brother is having a photographic memory. I remember most things I read, I simply store the infomation at the back of my mind and save it untill I need it. I'm always willing to learn more, read more, or just debate stuff with my brother. I guess you could say that we have small little fights sometimes, like once he said that saying "Have your cake and eat it too" and we got into this total debate about whether you could actually have cake and eat it too. He seemed to think you can, but I don't - how can you have cake, and then eat it too? Silly really, but that's just us."

"I don't like being proven wrong. If I know I'm right about something, then having someone come up to me and tell me it's all wrong is going to annoy me. I'm not really someone whose going to make a big deal about it, but if I know I'm right then why blame me for getting aggitated. Being proven wrong is just something that gets on my nerves, and alright - if I am wrong then I'll admit it, no problem. But if I right then it's going to annoy me. I hate cocky people who like to think they're always right, when usually it's the opposite. I'm a teensy bit of a perfectionist, but only really in the way that if I put something in a specific place and you move it I'll get a tad annoyed. I'm not going to scream because you borrowed my t-shirt, because thats just stupid. The only way I'll get a little annoyed is if you move something that I put somewhere for a reason. If I leave my money in a box on my dressers and you move that box then I'm going to get titchy. I put it there for a reason, so just leave it. I guess all that might have made me sound like someone who can get annoyed really easily, but I don't. I don't let my feelings show really, I'm the type of girl who'll keep her head down and just try to ignore it. The only way you'll know if I'm annoyed is if your my friend and I'm telling you, and really the only reason I'd get angry with people I don't know is if they're trying to prove me wrong when I'm right. I'm not afraid to prove myself right."

"I'm fairly shy. I was one of those little girls who used to hide under my mothers skirt when strange people were around. I used to cling to my big brother whenever he took me out, and I'd hug my twin so tight when I was afraid. I don't think I was ever able to be by myself. I hated it. Completely hated it, and I guess I had good reason. I became more quiet after.. well - when I was ten, and from then on I hung onto my brother like some sort of attached person. My mother wasn't really a good person to hide behind after the accident, so it was just me and Rafael, and I never ever let him go. I was still pretty shy when I started Hogwarts, especially seeing as we had just moved to England and I couldn't speak very well. I didn't talk to anyone apart from my brother, and in Spanish, which meant I had hardly any friends apart from him. It was just us two, and we seemed to be against the world. As I got older I kind of realised that I had to let go a little, I had to let my brother have his own friends and I had to find my own. So I let my guard down a little and let people in. Of course I still have all those friends, because although I have few, my friends are the best friends I've ever had. I love them all to bits."

"Okay - I'll admit it, I'm damn protective over my brother. After Alfon- well, I guess I just decided that he needed someone to help him, and seeing as mother went into a state of depression, I was all he had, and he was my twin brother. I would jump off the end of the earth for him. When we were younger he was always doing his own things while I helped mama in the kitchen and stuff. We were the girls so we did the girl stuff, and fair enough. But then, then it changed and I started sticking by Rafael. I went everywhere with him, and I'd tell him if I thought he was making a bad choice. I still do. Now we're in Scotland I'm not as protective, but I still make sure he makes all the right choices. I'm not bossy, I'm protective, and he knows that."

"So that's about it really. Or all I plan on saying. Me summed up; Protective, quiet, introverted, and booksmart."

Background/Family History:
"I hate talking about this. Hate it. I don't ever want to go back to then, so maybe I can just... not? I can't.. Well - I guess if you're willing to watch me cry then I'll go into it.. But it's not pretty."

"I was born into a poor family, from the moment I was born it was just me, mama and Alfonso... and then a couple of minutes later it was Rafael too. I was born in Spain, and although I'd like to tell you right now that I lived in an extravagent villa on the beach, that would be lying. From the day of my birth I lived in a small place called Jacarepagua, a small west zone sanction of Rio De Janeiro. Now - you're probably thinking that because of the exotic names and such I must come from a cute little village where we grew our own vegetables and such. Could you be any wronger? My hometown was the type of place people would drive, walk or even bike around just so they wouldn't have to go through it. Outsiders avoided the place like a plague, and for good reason. Everyone knew everyone, not well - but you knew the people. We all had a look in our eye, like we had the insticnt to fight, not run like outsiders would. I lived in a small, ugly little apartment, I don't think you can even call it a home, because it isn't. It's just nothing. It horrible, and I hated it. Where I lived... Well, the place I lived in Jacarepagua didn't really have a name. It was just there, and I guess it's better not to have a name because I can only imagine that no name would suit it. Nothing on earth can describe the type of place I grew up in."

"We never really met outsiders, because no one came to where we lived, and the very few who did usually got shot. Heaps of people got shot, infact from the moment I was born till the day I moved, there was someone shot every single day, and not even once, no - at least five people got shot everyday in my city. To live where I lived you don't survive without instint, and most importantly - without the right connections.I didn't have friends really, I didn't leave the house. The only times I left the house were for important reasons, and they didn't seem to come along much. I knew that if I left the house I'd be kidnapped, and the thought of spending years being raped and hurt didn't appeal to me. Oh yes - I was a little kid who knew what rape was, which really shows just how horrible the city was. I didn't have a reason to leave the house, even if I had wanted to. Where would I go? We had no money to shop with, and the only place to go was to the beach, but what was I going to do there? Be shot? No thanks. No - I stayed at home for the first ten years of my life. You die if you find yourself with the wrong people, or if you keep to yourself. If you're a loner people assume your up to something, and they get uneasy, and what's the way to resolve uneasiness? By making the problem go away. In otherwords, putting a bullet through the persons head. Don't think it was just teenagers and middle aged people who died too, because it wasn't. There were fours year olds walking around with guns, sent into enemy territory by their 'friends' so they could make sure they had a safe passage across the other gangs lands. Babies were caught in the crossfire and killed, mother and fathers were killed, old people were killed, though I guess not many people made it past fifty in our city. Where I lived you didn't go unless you knew how to handle the city, you didn't go out at night because you'd be shot. You don't go out at all unless you have alliances, my city was made up of gangs, and if you made alliances with the wrong gang then you were on deathrow. It was survival of the fittest."

"So enough about that, alright, and onto my family. I never knew my papa, sometimes I wish I had, I wish we had someone to protect us from them. But we didn't. We just had mama, and she couldn't protect us very well because she was always working, she needed to put food on the table, and sometimes she couldn't do that. As soon as he came of age my big brother Alfonso started working, me and Rafael don't even know what he did, and if mama did she doesn't tell us. Alfonso wasn't a violent person, he didn't touch anyone because he knew that simply staring at someone the wrong way could get you shot. He taught me how to look after myself because him and mama worked all the time, and Rafael was so little and couldn't protect me. I didn't go out much when I was younger, because even though it's bad for the males, it's possibly worse for the females. Where the males just get shot, the females get captured, raped and abused untill they die from being beaten. Alfonso never wanted that to happen to me, so he pretty much banned me from leaving the house unless I was with him. My big brother... He worked hard, and he was never violent to anyone. I don't know what he did for a job but it must have been important. No one ever messed with him, he could have walked into a shooting match and everyone would have stopped, or at least I assume that seeing as he was never dumb enough to walk into a shooting match. Alfonso made sure our family was safe, I know that because I remember once when I was little, my balled rolled outside the door and I followed it, and walked right into the street. I grabbed my ball and turned to see a man standing behind me, all I remember is that mama was yelling for me to run inside, and then Alfonso just appeared and he took my hand and walked inside with me. That was it. He just took my hand. I don't even understand, but I guess he had his secrets. Everyone does, right?"

"So I guess you can tell that for the first ten years of my life I was well protected by my brother, and I kept out of trouble. I didn't go to school because I was a girl, but I helped in everyway I could. I was a six year old that used to go make beds, I helped my mama cook, and I cleaned the house while everyone was at work. I was responsible from a young age, because I had to be. Mama earned money, so I took up her role as housecleaner. I guess the real story starts when I was seven, I think it all began one day when Rafael got totally bored and decided he was going to go out. I told him not to go, I did, but he just left, and now I wonder that maybe if I spent more time with him that day he might not have left. But he did, and he didn't come back for ages, I was so worried that I spent all day crying. I cried and cried in our room untill he came back, and he looked horrible. He hardly even talked to me, he just hugged me and told me it was alright and that he was fine. "I've been with friends" he said and left it at that. After that day he went out more and more, and I just knew he was invoved with a gang, because he would always leave when it was just the two of us, and he'd be home before Alfonso and mama. He'd come home and he'd be different, and almost everyday for so many months I'd ask him what he was doing, but he never told me. Never. I know I used to be terrified that maybe oneday he wouldn't come home, but I guess that I always reassured myself because Alfonso had promised to look after us. I wanted so much to tell Alfonso, I really did, but he was hardly ever home, and when I finally did approach him I got scared and made up some bullshit. I wish I had though. I really, really do."

"I don't know what happened, but suddenly whenever Rafael would come home he'd be incredibly jump. He'd turn around at the smallest sound outside the house, and he'd even tell me to go into our room if he heard a gunshot. I think after awhile he calmed down because even though he was jumpy he didn't act on it as much. One day me and my family were having dinner, or we were eating the few bites of food mama and Alfonso had earned. It was one of the very few times we ate dinner together. Usually it was just me and Rafael, but on that night it wall all of us. I think Alfonso knew about Rafael by then, he would always give him searching looks, like he was looking inside Rafael for something. I saw those looks, and I hated them. I hated Rafael for getting involve, but mostly I just wanted to protect him from them. I was a girl, I was a ten year old girl. All I could do was cook and clean. I was useless. Anyway - I remember being so happy that we were all there together, and everyone seemed so calm, except Rafael. We all heard noises outside our apartment, but we just ignored them. Bad things always happened outside our apartment. I remember that halfway through dinner I had started feeling so sick, and suddenly I just went to bathroom room. I was so sick, I was kneeled on the floor with my head over the toilet and I was just sick, and it didn't stop. I think it was nerves, or maybe the food because the food we had was really pretty gross. Well - whatever it was, it made me unbelievably sick. I don't really know how long I was being sick for, but I remember that when I finally decided I felt better I got up and started to walk down the hall, I guess it was when I had stopped hearing myself being sick that I realised that something was wrong. "

"The walk down the hall way the scariest thing I had ever done, I could hear voices, and I could hear my big brothers voice getting louder and louder with each step I took. It was only when I was finally outside the door to the kitchen that I heard mama crying, and I just assumed that someone had died. I try not to remember the moments after I opened the door, but I guess I have to tell them sometime, why not now? I opened the door and saw all these strangers standing in my kitchen, I saw mama crying in a corner, and I saw Alfonso and Rafael. My twin brother was holding a gun pointed towards my big brother, and my big brother was screaming "Just do it. Pull the trigger Rafael." I was so scared, I wanted to run away but I couldn't move, and then less than a minute after I walk through the door I saw my twin brother start shaking and paniking. By the time I had screamed it was too late, he had pulled the trigger and my big brother fell to the floor. I know the men left as soon as he hit the floor, I hated them leaving because I knew that they were leaving because their job was done. I watched my big brother die, and my mother huddled in a corner making sounds like she had been shot. My twin brother... Well - I couldn't look at him for awhile, and he didn't try make me. I was the one who cleaned up. I put my mother to bed, I called someone to get the body moved, I cleaned up my big brothers blood, and I held my twin untill he stopped shaking and fell asleep. I was the one who did everything, and I think the only time I ever cried was when I was alone, or asleep. I had my family to look after, seeing as my mother stayed in bed for months. I didn't have time to cry."

"We got the letter as soon as we turned eleven, and it gave us hope. Rafael planned how we could get out, and we did. I haven't been back to Spain and I don't want to. We don't ever talk about it, it's forbidden in our household to even mention anything to do with it, infact - we hardly ever talk at all, everything seems to go back to that one night. Rafael and me are close, I make sure he makes all the right decisions and he gives me hugs. I forgive Rafael, and I know that his hugs won't bring Alfonso back, but they come as close as it gets. I lost one brother, and I refuse to loose another. My mother... I think she has depression, and although I hate to say it, I know she wishes it was Rafael who died. He took away Alfonso from mama, her first born son, and I don't know if she can forgive him. I don't blame Rafael, I don't judge him and I don't blame him. What happened happened, and now it's in the past. I love him so much, and I know that I will always stick by him. "

Father: --
Mother:Alzira Cardosa
Siblings: Alfonso Cardosa [deceased] ;; Rafael Cardosa [Twin]

Pet: --
Broom: --
Wand: 11" Holly, pheonix feather
Boggart: Unknown.

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