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Esme Sano

"sorry to break it to you, but the future is bleak." (history wip)

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a character in “Hogwarts: The Aftermath”, as played by rubytuesday

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xxH O U S Ex x x x x xXX ..xx x x x x x xxxxxx.slytherin.
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5'5" | 165.
long, wavy with bangs, ebony.
dark brown.
decidely lithe in appearance, her fair face is typically marred by blood-coloured lipstattoo of the moon on her left shoulder blade, that changes to suit the current phase. four piercings in her right ear, and three in her left. a tattoo of a hand on her inner left elbow, which changes gesture depending on her mood. a tattoo of a snake that moves about her body, tending to rest on her collar bone, the groove of her hip, or along her ribs.


Her fashion is decidedly dark, with black making up the majority of her wardrobe. Her style is edgy and individualistic, with elements of neo-grunge and touches of vintage. Her neck is seldom without a choker, her jewellery is always silver, never gold. More often than not, the only splash of colour in her appearance will be a ruby shade of lipstick. x x x x x


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Esme, despite her lack of pureblood roots, slotted very easily into House Slytherin when she was sorted. The house's notable characteristics all seem to describe her quite accurately. She is extremely sharp-minded, and her cunning and her talent for thinking things ahead in order to best advance and preserve herself and those she cares about are both exceptional, and, even if not blessed (or cursed) with the ability to glimpse into the future, Esme would still have that tendency to seemingly always anticipate things correctly. She tends to understand how people tick, this ability helped undoubtedly by her abilities as a legilimens, as she even sometimes goes as far as to accidentally slip into the minds and memories of those she is mentally examining.

Perhaps because of this ability, she can sometimes be a tad invasive- not in a nosy sense, for she seldom gets caught up willingly in other people's dramas and problems, but rather in that she will comment on things that she should not necessarily know, let alone have a right to place her opinion on. In addition, she can also sometimes be a tad judgemental, seldom impressed by the day-to-day dilemmas of magical teenagers. That isn't to say that she isn't empathetic- she has no choice being so, with her abilities, but she is also jaded, and quite cynical, and more often will be blunt with the advice or opinions she so deftly delivers.

Sarcasm comes quickly to her, as does a mischievous streak that has her often seeking out troubles in order to appease her own curiosities. Also certainly not lacking in the self-preservation skills present in the majority of Slytherins, Esme does not mind the odd risk so far as the payoff is worthwhile, which sating her curiosity certainly is.

Although she is quick to comment on the internal conflicts of others, with her own feelings, she is not quite so forthcoming. Instead, she much prefers to channel her concerns through other things, be it a touch-too-harsh snark session or a particularly intense duelling match or time spent alone, walking the grounds in silent rumination. She is quick to cut herself away from others when troubled, and just as quick to take her personal troubles out on others, much to the ire of her friends. And she knows this- because she can't help but feel their frustrations whenever she does so. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, her cynicism coupled with her seer abilities has also led to her seldom being disappointed- she anticipates scenarios before they happen, and often these scenarios are a touch pessimistic, if no less accurate.


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S T R E N G T H S

L E G I L I M E N C Y
- Esme's family has a long history of legilimency, with their seer abilities seemingly giving an extra edge to these abilities. Just as with her seer abilities, Esme and her great grandmother are the most naturally talented in these abilities in recent generations, and Esme consequently has a natural ability to read people, sometimes to the point of sensing the thoughts and feelings of those around her. This said, this skill is far from perfected, and it can be decidedly unreliable at times.

D U E L L I N G
- Esme's seer abilities only seek to enhance her reflexes, which certainly help her in combative magic. This said, even without them she in an impressive duellist, particularly notorious for the hexes she has mastered, as well as a number that she has invented, much to the horror of her opponents.

C U N N I N G
- as expected of a slytherin, Esme has a sharp mind seemingly built for manipulative behaviours. she always seems to have an idea in place- an escape route, a plan b. not that she often needs one, because so often, her first plan goes perfectly smoothly, with not even a bump of trouble.

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B L U N T
- one would have thought that her legilimency would have made her more empathetic to others, but instead it seems that it has shortened her patience in people. Her bluntness can be brutal, at times, and she speaks without apology, much to the chagrin of others.

V I N D I C T I V E
- she hates being wronged, but more than that, she hates someone wronging her, and then going unpunished. she is a Slytherin, after all, and Slytherins have always been the best at revenge.

R U D E

- often tact escapes her, to the point that she hurts feelings. often, this is because of her invasive way of speaking, which is influenced by her legilimens abilities making her uncomfortably able to invade one's personal space and comment on feelings and thoughts that one may or may not wish to be spoken about.

Q U I R K S
an excellent chef, she seldom tells people because it doesn't do much for her whole 'mysterious' and 'edgy' image. Plus, she hates being asked to do things, so clueing people in to things she is good at isn't necessarily a good idea. She has a habit of cracking her knuckles, as well as fiddling with the many rings she is so often wearing.

H O B B I E S

- caught in a constant state of invasiveness, both into the minds of her peers and into the many potential futures ahead of her, there are times that Esme needs some form of distraction. Often, this comes in the form of quidditch- a sport that she loves dearly, and also a sport that helps her vent through more physical, aggressive, non-dangerous means. Either that, or it could be long walks, usually on her lonesome (the lake is a particular favourite place of rumination, although she has snuck into the dark forest more than once- typically accompanied by Octavia). She can often be found designing new hexes, a talent which she is gradually growing infamous for, or poring over a good book, or a bubbling cauldron.

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ImageImageM O T H E R, Anna Sano. 48, relationship counsellor for both magic folk and muggles, comes from a long line of seers, although she is less strongly in tune with the gift than her daughter, who is the strongest seer since Anna's grandmother, Tachibana Yukio. Although Anna and Esme are prone to butting heads over various subjects, they have a positive relationship, and are very supportive of each other.

F A T H E R, Louis Sano. 49, unspeakable. Esme is very close to her father, and although she plays the part of an impetuous teen a lot of the time, she appreciates her father's kindness and bad jokes far more than she would ever admit.

G R A N D M O T H E R, Tachibana Yukio. 68, retired, one of the most renowned seers in the world, she lives in Japan with the rest of Esme's extended family, on her mother's side. Esme and her grandmother are very close, with Yukio providing necessary support when Esme's seer abilities first showed signs of being especially intense.


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W I Z A R DXXI N D E X

B L O O D S T A T U S xxhalfblood

W A N D xxpine, 12 and a half inches , dragon heartstring

P A T R O N U S xxcrow

F A M I L I A R xxa horned owl named Delphi

Q U I D D I T C HX P O S I T I O N xxseeker

B R O O M xxnimbus 2001

B O G G A R T xxher parents, dead

A M O R T E N T I A xxcinnamon, burning paper and musky incense, with notes of jasmine flower

R O L E
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sheet by: solarflare xx filled out by:rubytuesday xx faceclaim: nana komatsuxx hexcode: xx inspired by: the writer's voice

So begins...

Esme Sano's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cordelia Oliver Character Portrait: Octavia Chaves Character Portrait: Esme Sano Character Portrait: Beatrix Binns Character Portrait: Aurora Vause Character Portrait: Callista Everett Character Portrait: Christian Rose Character Portrait: Abraham James Character Portrait: Owen Oliver Character Portrait: Kade Fallon Character Portrait: Thomas Rohdlig Character Portrait: Arden Shinomura Character Portrait: Cedric Hickenbottom Character Portrait: Hana Mori Character Portrait: Vivianne Wright Character Portrait: Leonard S. Faymann Character Portrait: Gregory Halliwell Character Portrait: Lu Mchugh
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Thomas Rohdlig & Beatrix Binns & Gregory Halliwell

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The hum of the crowd seeped through the wooden walls of their locker room as the Gryffindor Qudditch team tightened the straps of their kneepads and gathered their brooms for the first match of the season. Thomas adjusted the straps of his gloves as he gathered the team together in a huddle before the game. "Alright everyone, I know... This has been hard on a lot us" His breath hitched as he stared at the faces of his teammates scarred from the battle, "but we can't let it keep us from what we love, whether that be being here or kicking some Slytherin ass" He smirked and chuckled slightly to lighten the mood. "Cord, Hana do what you do best, Finn keep you eye Halliwell, and Calli bring it home" He added a slight wink in her direction before the horn sounded signaling the start of the match. "Let's make Gryffindor proud", the statement went a little deeper than just Quidditch to him.

His red and gold Quidditch robes swept behind him as the wind roared throughout the pitch. He made his way to the center of the field, eye-to-eye with the Slytherin Captain, Kenneth Lyndon. Madame Hooch patted both the boys on the shoulders, giving them the side eye, "Alright boys, let's keep this match fair and square, no tricks or foul play. Now shake on it.". Thomas extended his hand first and Lyndon gripped his hand pulling him harshly towards his chest. "Let's see if a two year break has made you soft Rohdlig" He sneered before shoving him away and stalking back towards the far side of the Quidditch pitch with the other Slytherins.

Thomas's body tensed, and he watched the hair on his forearm raise. He squeezed his broom rather tightly and took a deep breath, he got rather anxious and moody the closer it got to a full moon. It was something he didn't want to have to think about during the match, his lycanthropy was something he hand't told anyone. Out of embarrassment or fear, he wasn't too sure but he knew people would look at him differently if they found out and that he occasionally turned into a bloodthirsty wolf once each month.

Madame Hooch's whistle pulled him out of his own head and back to the field as he jogged back to his team and secured his helmet, tightening the chin strap to where it fit snuggly on his head. "Alright, take your positions!" Thomas immediately shot into the air, a smile forming on his rather stoic face. It was exhilarating to come back to the sport he had loved after the war. In that moment things felt normal again, good. He held a single fist in the air to his teammates as they readied themselves, and watched as they followed in suit. After a few moments of silence, Madame Hooch's whistle blared and in a second brooms where flying throughout the air. The first Quidditch match of the season had begun.

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"Do we HAVE to be your little house elves today?!" "Yeah, come on sis, can't we just watch the Quidditch match!" Beatrix shot her two younger brothers a swift glare as she shoved note pads in their hands. "This is one of the biggest matches of the season, the first time Gryffindor and Slytherin get to battle it out since, the War. I need you to to gather all the bloody details for me, I'm already understaffed as it is". They both gave her the exact same disappointed look at the same time. Twins. "Can't you get Callista to do it?" The sound of the trumpet almost washed out Peter's voice. Bea hurriedly nudged her brothers down the steps, "She's in the match, now get out there and get my story". She watched the two admit defeat and finally trudge down the steps of the Hufflepuff section in the Pitch.

Beatrix tugged her coat closer to her body as the chilly winds of October began to settle in. She couldn't believe that it had already been a month since they all started. At first, it was weird and uncomfortable. Others were able to adjust back into the life of a student, but the lingering thoughts and feelings still held others back, she truly didn't know where she stood. Bea couldn't deny that every time she walked through the halls she couldn't help but hear the echoed screams of those who had lost their lives in the Battle. However, regardless of the pain she had promised herself to be a strong support to others and immediately threw herself back into the paper. It proved to be quite helpful, and rather calming not to mention she was working on a rather lengthy piece about the war itself.

She stood by the edge of the railing to the Hufflepuff seating section, pen at the ready as she watched the players (from her view they looked like little ants) march across the field and get into positions. She hadn't seen some of her friends yet, but the majority of them knew how preoccupied she became when she writing. Her face crinkled into a smile as she recognized some of her friends on the field and let of a little cheer, "Lets go Calli!".

Moments later her pen and pad went flying out of her hands and onto the ground of the already packed floor of the Hufflepuff section. A group of students (who she hadn't seen before) pushed past her rather aggressively. "Excuse me - ?" She said rather confused as they didn't even give her a second glance. How rude She thought to herself as she watched the group pave a path to the underside of the stand. Call it an inkling, or feeling, but something felt utterly wrong. Suddenly she lost sight of the group as the students around her shot up in cheers, waving their hats and scarves around as Madame Hooch signaled the start of the match.

She scrambled to pick up her pen and pad before pushing through the crowd to follow the students that had just past her. As she got closer to the exit she saw the tail end of the last student disappearing down the steps, and quickly ran after them being careful to keep her distance. She had no clue if anyone had picked up on her little curiosity, she hadn't seen her friends yet, but as she descended the steps the bad feeling in her gut only grew.

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Gregory Halliwell wasn't having a particularly great day. He had managed to oversleep, lose his homework for transfiguration, and miss breakfast entirely. A great start to his first Quidditch match of the season. Gregory had already had a difficult time adjusting back into school after all the horrible crimes his father and sister committed, deep down it was humiliating for him. He'd never felt more alone in his life. He had a few friends here and there, Kade was one of the most understanding, but he didn't go one day without getting a rather harsh glare from a classmate. Being instantly defined by his family was wearing away on him, and he spent the majority of the year already keeping to himself. At least he still had Quidditch. Which he was late for.

He had to dash to get to the game in time, and he knew that Lydon wouldn't be too happy with him. Lyndon was a blood supremacists, a typical "evil" Slytherin, and the biggest asshat he knew. The only reason the boy got Captain was because his father handed over a large sum of money to the Quidditch team, Rory knew Viv or Esme would've been a much better match for their captain. He got a poignant glare as he dashed into the Slytherin locker room from Lyndon. "Sorry, I got caught up-" Lyndon cut him off rather abruptly, "Does it look like I care about your excuse? Get ready". Rory held his tongue and just nodded, hurriedly grabbing his pads from the locker and putting them on while Lyndon gave them a pre-game speech. "The Gryffindors already think they have this in the bag, which makes them careless. I will not lose this first game to them. Stupid mistakes today will cost you your position so I suggest everyone play like their life bloody well depended on it, do whatever you need to do to win. Now get out there". Everyone shuffled out of the locker room, but Lyndon blocked the exit with his hulking figure before Rory could follow his teammates. "I don't appreciate you being late Halliwell, do it again and your off the team" It was a curt threat but Rory was rather unfazed, Lyndon was all bark and no bite.

The wind whipped his curly hair around as he walked out on to the field following Esme and Viv out. He watched the Gryffindors do the same, his eyes on Hana and Cordelia, they were great, fierce chasers and would definitely be a strong match for him to face. Regardless, Gregory always enjoyed a challenge. At the sound of Madame Hooch's whistle he was up in the air, the Quaffle flying straight to the middle of the field. He made a beeline for the ball managing to snatch it first, tucking it underneath his right arm. He maneuvered through a sea of red and gold players furiously trying to protect the Quaffle, nearly getting knocked off his broom by a bludger. Just as they had practiced the day before, Karen Spinnet, one of the beaters had distracted Rohdlig with a bludger directly to his face, and Gregory launched the Quaffle through the 2nd ring. He grinned (for the first time in months) as he heard the satisfying ring of the bell along with

"TEN POINTS FOR SLYTHERIN".