Arturo Santiago

[Arturo Santiago]

Your Name: Fred

Character's Name: Arturo Emilio Santiago
Nickname: Call him anything other than Arturo and die.

Age: 29

Race: Werewolf (Lone)

Wand Type: 10”, petrified redwood, runespoor fang

Area of work: Arturo is what one would call a trust fund baby. He inherited enough money from his parents to live on for more than a lifetime and because of werewolf’s rights, he stays mainly reclusive in his house.

Physical Description:

With brown hair that rarely ever listens and seems almost untamable, Arturo makes an interesting picture. He stands at 6’4”, but usually needs a cane to walk with little pain as well. The attack that killed his parents left his leg mutilated. It’s easier for him in wolf form, with three other legs to use, but in human form he has to use a cane – a simple black and titanium style. His lips, a little chapped for the most part, are a peachy shade of pink and his eyes are a striking amber/green-ish color that is almost peculiar to most.

He shaves when he feels like it, so sometimes he’ll grow out a beard or maybe a moustache, but then just shave it off the next day. That’s the beauty of hair, it grows back.

He wears what most purebloods are raised to wear – expensive, proper wizarding robes that are rarely wrinkled or out of place.

Arturo has an air about him that says “Talk to me and I’ll KILL you.” He does not like talking to people, so he walks as fast as he can hobble, really. Point A to Point B and then back home before any idiots try to talk to him.

Personality:

+ Angry – Arturo has had a chip on his shoulder ever since he was fifteen and was attacked by a werewolf. His parents died and he was left to fend on his own and get through his first transformation by himself. Restrictions on werewolves piss him off and he just doesn’t like people that much anymore. He’s not one to mess with because he WILL make you hurt, be physically or emotionally.

+ Diplomatic – Like it or not, Arturo is the last of his very pureblood family, so he has to represent the Santiago bloodline. He no longer has a seat in the Wizengamot – he would have inherited it had he remained human – but he still has responsibilities and knows how be the diplomat his late father had been.

+ Stubborn – Arturo is used to getting things his way and having his voice heard. He will fight till his dying breath to defend something he believes in.

+ Lonely – Arturo is honestly, lonely. He lost any trust in humanity after being shamed as a werewolf – something he had no control over as it is – but he yearns for companionship, seeing as wolves are pack creatures. He doesn’t like being alone, and has found a few worthy humans, but still wishes for more.

+ Sad – He’s hurting, and rather depressed. It’s partly why he’s so crabby, he’s been away from any pack-type situation for 14 years.

Likes:

+ Books
+ Potions – it was his forte growing up and he did get his masters in potions, but seeing as no one will buy from a werewolf, he gave up on that quickly.
+ Santos
+ Steak. Raw.
+ Sleep
+ Running in his wolf form
+ The woods

Dislikes:

+ Most humans
+ Cats. Annoying little things.
+ Talking to people.
+ His leg
+ His cane
+ Wolfsbane potion. It’s crap.
+ The Daily Prophet. Absolute shit.
+ The way his people are treated.

Odds and Ends:
+ Arturo found an abandoned corn snake a few years ago, took the baby in and took care of it. His name is Santos and Arturo can frequently be seen with the adult corn snake around his neck or arm.

History:

Arturo Santiago was born in Madrid, Spain on January 5. His parents moved to the UK when he was five and settled into pureblood society there. He grew up a relatively happy, spoiled child, went to Hogwarts – was a Slytherin – and fell into a niche there. He never had a problem getting girls, never had a problem making friends, but his whole world was turned upside-down when he was fifteen.

It was a full moon in December when Arturo and his parents were in the garden of their mansion in Scotland. Two wolves jumped out from almost nowhere and attacked them, ripping his mother and father to shreds and nearly killing him – not after taking a good chunk out of his left leg.

He was in St. Mungo’s for the better part of six months. The mediwitches and wizards tried to make him happy, but the boy had lost both his parents, heard their screams as they died. He was depressed and would not get out of it anytime soon.

Once he got to be able to go back to school – he was rich enough that he emancipated himself and didn’t have to go into the foster system – he threw himself into his studies and got good enough grades that he graduated earlier in the year than the rest of his class.

He went on to become a potions master, but since he was a werewolf, that career plan went down the toilet. Angry at the world, Arturo decided he would just give up and stay home. He only goes out when he HAS to and has yet to find a pack to join.

Sample Post:

When he was flying, he was free. It was just him and the sky and nothing else. His uncle Johnny had always claimed he’d been a bird in a past life because anyone who watched him on a broom knew that John-John truly belonged up there.

He felt a twinge of sadness as he thought about Johnny, the man who had been one of his father figures, but it swiftly fell away into happiness again. He could almost hear his uncle’s voice scolding him for being too sad.

Baby Boy, you are FINALLY happy again! Don’t you dare let a silly ol’ thing like missin’ me ruin it for ya. Be happy, damnit!

He laughed a little and urged his broom upward, reveling in the feel of the cold wind blowing through his hair, the bite of the cold turning his cheeks rosy. Briefly, John wondered what it would be like to be a bird, free in the skies without having to use a broom. But then, he figured that this was probably as close as he’d get without an animagus form and decided he was perfectly fine with that.

Looking down at the pitch below him, Johnny smiled as he saw a familiar head of blonde hair at the bleachers. It was Annie, who was technically his niece, but he just saw her as a good friend and family. She had a beautiful little baby with a werewolf in Italy and as much as his unofficial brother, Vladimir, hated it, her mate was good to her. Johnny approved of Danail very much and adored little Tripp.

He was unashamed to admit he made an ass of himself just to make the little baby laugh or smile. He landed easily in the bleachers, smiling brightly at his niece.

Windblown, rosy-cheeked, and out of breath, he panted out a “Hey!”

As he tried to catch his breath a little, he noted that she really did look like Lily. Sure, there were traits she’d gotten from her father, but she definitely had Lily’s kind, loving eyes. He remembered his sister, he’d adored her and when he and his mother had lived with Johnny, she’d looked after him some. If he’d fallen and scraped his knee, she’d pick him up and comfort him. She treated him like a little brother and gave him love and it had been hard when she’d died.

He could only imagine how it had hurt Annie and the rest of her family.

Although the younger girl reminded him of his sister, he also knew she was her own person, a wonderful person he adored greatly.

“How are you, Annie?” He asked, still smiling brightly at her.

[Ember Damayanti]

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