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PLAYER INFORMATION
NAME: Till.
TIMEZONE: MST → GMT +1.
PERSONAL JOURNAL: inforeignlands.
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EMAIL ADDRESS: notforconsumption [at] gmail [dot] com.
FORMER/OTHER CHARACTERS: none.
HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT US?: vertulpen.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: República de Cuba ► Republic of Cuba ► Andrés Dávalos Vilalta.
» NOTE; information on CUBAN SURNAMES.
CANON ORIGIN/SERIES: Axis Powers Hetalia; LINK.
TEACHING POSITION & WHY: History of Magic » A nation is something historical and in Hetalia canon, while it is something seemingly brushed over at times when it comes to the minor characters, Cuba is no exception. Due to the lack of series information on his character a great deal of regard comes from factual history and Cuba, as a nation is a studious and habitual place, commonly known for strict regiment and strategic understanding. The study and regard of history is something that is perpetual and hardly changes throughout centuries and as a professor, Cuba would not only make an excellent choice as he in general, easy going and easy to get along despite certain persons interfering in that involvement, and is quick witted nation and stern in application. He is well aware of the knowledge of dates, names and the information that follows them and by far from being anywhere near incapable of teaching, as can be seen through the socially implemented programs that Cuba, as a nation, holds on a civilian and political level. He is an animated character in persona and particular in the instruction of earlier years could likely make such informative academics more enjoyable while still holding a high bar of expectation for his students.
GENDER: Male.
AGE: 26.
OFF CAMPUS RESIDENCE: Santillana del Mar, Spain.
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood.
PERSONALITY: A small island nation with a big heart, Cuba is known for his rather loud and abrasive personality. Though in his youth he was silenced by the shadow of the Spanish Empire, even under the confines of oppression his personality could never be second guessed. Strong willed with a rather nasty stubborn streak, Cuba does not find much use in concealing ones feelings and though some consider such directness a fault, he has never been known to push aside his passions and pursuits in the aim of bettering existence for himself and his civilians. Down to earth and pragmatic, Cuba's head rests in the proverbial clouds when it comes to successes and ventures that always seem to stem from the heart, the need for equality and the fervor to prove he is worthy of his independence. Though he does not bend easily to the will of others, having been under the control of larger nations since his youth, he struggles against the familiarity of being viewed as a material possession of ownership. Even in the nature of his distaste of outward interference in personal affairs, Cuba has a tendency to be on the point of sickeningly loyal, dedicated and trustworthy to near-burden to those he deems or once deemed worthy of such faith. Yet, even in his devotion and allegiance, he is stunningly aware of what is right for him. Still young in his willed independence, others could often consider him brash though he often finds it hard to move, breathe under the thumb of the United States whom has been looming over his actions even after his supposed freedom in 1902. His dependence on the political and economic scale of his neighbor makes it hard to maneuver his way into a position of autonomy, desiring to further his sovereignty which seems to boil within his chest like a fire around his heart.
He has a habit of forgetfulness but that does not imply a lack of intelligence and understanding on behalf of his personality. At times, his laid back appearance and manner can create a false representation of what he is knowing of and for a nation that prides himself in being informed, despite not being in touch with bouts of information other more forward progression nations are known for, he is wise for his years. Experienced, he is not to be understated for his ability and is beyond compassionate for those he cares about, always willing to assist them in any manner he can. Yet, unfortunately in his own regard, an enemy is and enemy and rival and rival and once one has come to double-cross him, it is hard to regain any sense of trust or comradery, something that Cuba prides himself on.
He has a delightful sense of humor and can take the words and actions of others easily, allowing them to roll off his back with a sense of pride and importance that shows on the surface of his skin. He has a temper in his soul and it can be easily lit even in his nature to allow things to pass. With a tendency to rant and rave having been something developed over time normally when forced into a situation or corner that involves confusion and unknowingness, Cuba enjoys being able to hold the reigns of his development, even though at times new technologies and advances seem to always been a few steps ahead of him, a fault he likes to consider but never lets it get to him as there are always other ways to handle things.
On the other side of his personality, he can be rather harsh and offensive in his defense, holding a strong and still developing sense of nationalism. He is patriotic and will proudly show his colors through speech and action, he is proud and while such emotions have a tendency to get in the way of being able embrace differences and opinions, he is in the frame of mind for change, to move forward, embrace his future with open arms, to shout at the top of his lungs this is who I am! Watch me become something great on my own!
CANON BACKGROUND:
Since history is indeed so prevalent within the HETALIA verse, and this character is certainly not the main focus of the entirety of the plot, a write-up of Cuba's factual history can be located ► HERE. The applicant would like it to be known that while canon information is extremely prevalent to the character there is regard to experience culturally, politically, religiously and socially throughout the historical realm as within the canon verse there is little to pull from that describes Cuba entirely as a nation.
CANON LINKS: FLY CANADA-SAN FLY, HOLIDAY STRIP ONE, HOLIDAY STRIP TWO, HOLIDAY STRIP THREE & HOLIDAY STRIP FOUR.
Cuba has very little canon mentioning with the Axis Powers Hetalia series. His first appearance within the strips came within the Canada centered illustration entitled FLY CANANDA-SAN FLY in which Canada is sick and tired of being perpetually ignored. Within the strip, the first introduction of Cuba is that he unfortunately mistakes Canada for his southerly located brother, also obviously the bane of his existence. Amongst a flurry of colorful language, he attacks Canada without a second thought, hardly listening to a word he says. Yet, redeeming himself much later in the strip, Cuba seeks out Canada on his own free well and apologizes for mistaking him for his wayward brother with a peace offering of ice-cream and an invitation to his lands which only ends in disaster when once again Cubas obvious fault and lack of short term memory causes another conflict at the airport gates when he bombards Canada with his very own welcome sign.
Never brushed upon again within the progression of Hetalia, the next time Cuba is mentioned is within the holiday centered set of strips for 2011. As per usual of the island nation, Cuba once again forgets the apparent differences between Canada and his brother and becomes enraged at the fact that America was snooping around in his brothers business. Yet this time, agreed to be thankfully so, it only takes one reminder to snap him back to reality and remembrance. Though, what he brings with him is a very bizarre regard to how everyone has faded from existence and as he puts it kindly; they've probably suffered horribly and they're now floating in the Caribbean sea! While is explanation is dramatic, he ultimately handles it in a calm manner after running into Germany and Hungary and while explaining the situation to him delicately, has a moment of panic when Germany claims he cannot transport instantaneously to Cuba's home. It is all very traumatic and while Cuba fails to understand exactly why Germany cannot immediately make his way to his lands, it is brushed over with the thanks of a smoother tongue from Hungary and onward moves the plot, though not in the direction that is to be expected amongst a rather tumultuous situation the nations find themselves in.
As drama abounds within the script, Cuba and Canada later take time for a photo session that in the beginning lacks flexibility as Cuba claims, so throughout Cuba and his companion take pictures of themselves in yoga positions that have an aesthetic and artistic quality to them, as they are defined by the characters, and even involve Canada's estranged bear-friend. Yet, after a moment of silence and quick realization, the pair soon question as to why exactly they are taking time to have photo opportunities amongst a rather difficult time for a time of year normally celebrated. Cuba's appearance ends there and thus far within the verse of Hetalia, he is failed to make another cameo to this applicants current knowledge.
AU BACKGROUND:
The applicant attempted to follow a mock up of Cuban history and place it within context of the HP VERSE to the best of their ability. If anything needs alternation or removal, there is certainly room for it.
[dirty] Born into a half-blood family, Andrés Dávalos Vilalta began his life within a small village on the outskirts of Cienfuegos located on the island of Cuba. His father a pureblood and his mother a muggle, their romance was pure and passions true that soon after they began their life together in unison, Andrés was brought into the world. Baring his father's talents, the family was far from rich and lived under the poverty line within the socialist republic for a great many years, scraping by on what they had but all the happier to have one another. Raised with an appreciation for both his skills and the ways of what would be deemed normality within the majority of the world, Andrés was never ashamed of his heritage and nor his status in life; he was taught that money hardly mattered in the long run and while one should remain frugal in their spending habits, the way of the land could provide a great many things that material possession could not. Growing up amongst the geographic wonders of the island, he was a child prone to exploring and taking in any knowledge that he could about both of his worlds, and while his parents remained wary of theirs child's growing interest under a regime less forgiving in the political and social sense, it did not stop Andrés from his curiosity. Still, within the time period and within the era, things grew difficult for the family amongst a rapidly changing social structure and government that wavered on many things and while they continued to strive, burdens grew heavy and darkness crossed their proverbial landscape in a single, fell swoop. In a perfectly innocent day during the middle of the year, an accident came to fruition that still remains completely anonymous in detail to Andrés. What is known though is that his parents both perished under an unknown cause and by an unknown hand and their only son was left at the hands of a deed claiming custody to his father's elder brother, the heir of a famous wizarding family located within the heart of Spain, across a sea and far from home.
Andrés uncle, indebted to his father's silent plea, took in the young boy and adopted him into a pureblood family that was far from enthused to bear witness to the new addition as soon as he arrived portside. While he was not necessarily treated horribly at his new residence, his new family wanted little to do with him and even more so, little to do with his background and heritage. Raising their noses to the fact he held an ounce of muggle blood within his veins, from the start the attempt was always perpetual in trying to get him to denounce his mother's side. Something that started out small and built within him, such issue became a central flame to his growing personality and within years, he continuously found reason to remove himself from direct company with his adopted family. The family consisted of a mother and father and their own children that rarely stole a glance at Andrés if only to share a comment or two on his appearance, his manner of speech and matter of study. All aiming for the finer things in life, Andrés loved history, he loved text, his loved learning and formulating the past into the present, watching change and being involved within it. Muggle life fascinated him, the study of rebellion and struggle against the social and political hierarchy and the same could be said for the realm of wizardry as well. Rather take in an event than be the center focus, while he was loud and outstanding in his opinions that in the beginning of his life he kept buried inside, Andrés was a kettle and it would only take years for him to finally release the steam that the unforgiving family bestowed upon him.
For school, in an attempt to disassociate Andrés with the rest of their family that either went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry or Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, he was sent to Durmstrang Institute by manner of pulling strings and persuasion within the inner circles of the pureblood realm. Far from the sunny island from where he grew, Durmstrang was an escape, a relief of sorts to be sent so far off but in its own breath, it was miserable from time to time. Spending the first three years of his studies there, Andrés never once went home until summer arrived and even then, he dragged his heels as each and every year he was greeted with the same lecture on heritage. It took until the end of his third year for something within him to finally snap and Andrés rebelled further than he had before against the nobility that attempted to contain him and describe him. Unwilling to submit his muggle birthright in favor of his other, he set out to embrace his muggle side and in turn, involved himself in muggle social circles, held closer to muggle companions and threw himself into their world as a show of rebellion that his adopted family would not alter who he was nor change him in anyway. As a result though, the family cut off any funding that was given to him and threatened in turn to pull him from school and simply put him to work in a field he might be better suited for, something lacking in comparison to the grandeur that they could offer if only he would oblige. Andrés remained firm though, continued his spell of upheaval, and in turn was banished from the family's home and sent out on the streets, wanting nothing to do with him nor desiring to hear any word from him.
Luckily enough, he fell into contact with his mothers relatives from distant shores, having kept in contact with them through the post during his years in Spain and away at schooling. Pleading for them to assist him and remove him from the horrible nation that had become his prison, Andrés eventually made his way out to Brazil where he came to live with his muggle aunt, uncle and their six other children. It was not a wizarding life that he would lead for the next year, the year that would be his fourth in school if he would have continued to attend. He would find a job and attend his education within the realm of the proclaimed norm, live amongst his new family and enjoy their company through and through as there was affection there and caring. It felt like a family all over again and despite the tumultuous experiences of the past, he intended to leave them behind as if a muggle life was what he was going to lead, then lead it he would. Yet, despite the circumstances, after that year past and new school year was on the horizon, he received a letter from the Brazilian Wizarding School for an allocated transfer and financial support through scholarship. Having thought he would have had to give up his wand and former habits, Andrés jumped at the opportunity and wielded a story to his family about successes within another city through academia he had been offered and with an extended hand, accepted the school as his new educational residence.
With a renewed sense of understanding and appreciation for his quiet talents, the Cuban was enveloped by the wizarding community within Brazil and those that attended there. From year four to the end of his graduation, Andrés never forgot about his muggle family and visited them every holiday he could, but what could be said further was that he found a new secondary family within the community the school offered to him, making and wielding friendships despite his rather brash personality. Such a thing was accepted and he succeed in various forms of magic while in turn, failed in others. Far from perfect, something that he was fully aware of it, he held his pride and continued onward. It grew to the fact, that within his final years, a handful of his classmates formulated a resistance group against a pureblood family of a local town nearby. Holding their power over the muggles. The unit of families was utilizing tactics to sway them to their own personal will and upon realization and with no belief of such actions elsewhere due to the influential family structure, Andrés and his comrades formulated a branch of resistance, entitling their group and perpetuating in a form of silent and underground warfare against those involved. In his youth, it was fun and sport in a way and while it held great meaning to him, his small band of companions made the choice to remain close and made the choice to develop something seemingly childish to something serious as life grew on.
After his graduation, Andrés and those involved in the original act of youthful heroism under the idealist proper cause, perpetuated the movements to something more; fabricating an underground network of reverse propaganda praising the muggles of the world while criminalizing those families and individuals that took advantage of them in any way or wished ill upon them. From a simple movement that held its roots in Brazil, it moved outward throughout other nations and soon Andrés found himself returning to Spain to take it with him there. All the while, this rebellion, this attempt for change that his whole life had seemingly turned around, Andrés was studying, was taking in the wizards of the past and the history that followed them, attempting to learn from their mistakes and take from of their successes. From general history to military history to political, he wanted to know more so that he could be wise in the events of the past, to predict, to take witness, to compare the modern world to that of the past. It became a profession from a passion and upon chance, he heard wind of an opening at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the need for a professor within the field of History of Magic. While his involvement within the movement and studies, his side lectures in history and further study amongst the wizarding community paid the bills, he figured himself a fool to not attempt for the position.
And attempt he would as if Andrés had learned much of anything through his life, it was that he was more than willing to accept a challenge and turn to a new chapter within his life. [diana]
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JOURNAL ENTRY: Sample Journal Entry: [The text that meets the page is printed yet seemingly scrawled and while not illegible, it is certainly not the neatest handwriting one has ever seen. The way the pen flows upon the page is not graceful nor jagged but simple something normal, not rushed nor something one would assume a lazy font, slow and uncaring. No, it is authoritative if anything, though its aesthetic quality is far from severe.]
To all students within all levels of History of Magic,
I am going to start a book collection that consists of all books that are left behind after instruction. I am going to put them on a shelf and leave them there for all to see and when you hopefully come to realize that your book has gone missing, you may come and retrieve it. [The hand halts and there is a moment of pause before it continues, a little darker, the quill obviously a little heavier held.]
Yet, before you do so you must first apologize to it for being a horrible and irresponsible for leaving it behind and then inform me why it is you like to crowd up what little classroom space I have with your inability to pick up the book, open your satchel, place it within then leave. Maybe we should have entire seminar on the art of leaving the classroom in the order we found it because I swear if this keeps up, I'll strap it to your back myself.
However, I will accept apologies in the form of ice-cream if you feel you are truly guilty which I know at least twelve are you are by the count I took this afternoon. Just keep that in mind for future reference.
THIRD PERSON INTERACTION: He enjoyed the sound of the train, the noise that the wheels made when the rolled over the tracks that he could claim where never once familiar in his lifetime. Perhaps it was the feeling of them that had lured him to near-sleep, perhaps it was simply watching foreign scenery travel by that reminded him mildly of his years amongst the school to the east of the island nation, but ultimately he narrowed it down to the fact that he had been traveling for nearly two days straight, from the eastern tip of Spain out to the countryside of the isle above. Certainly there were other ways to travel but the offer had been there and openly he had accepted it as it would have been rude to decline or imply otherwise and to hell with it, he thought, why not take a few days of mildly stressful leisure, traversing from train station to train station. It would certainly be worth it to take time to gather his thoughts before arriving a very new job, beginning a very new profession that caused a small warmth of excitement to build up within his chest. It was nice to finally see his life begin to make semblance of stability despite the questionable content of what occurred below the surface and while such lands where certainly not his island in the sun where the beach and sea were a mere walk away, he was certain he could find similar pleasure if he simply took it from his occupation. Of course, that was something he was certain he could do despite only having worked with a younger generation a handful of years out of his life thus far, he enjoyed working amongst his current villages programs and offered a hand where he could.
Quietly though, Andrés watched as the world rolled by and he within the compartment, contained there remained content in just staring. While already having been stared at by students and others returning to their academics from a break in their schedules, he held his rather intimidating size well and kept a warm personality despite the circumstances. The daily paper placed upon his lap, his legs kicked up onto the seat before him, he reclined and simply took enjoyment from the moment, attempting to allow the stress to seep from him as there was a something certain about Andrés in the fact he held a temper about him. Something spontaneous, some little flame that never truly died, it was a renowned temper that was never perpetual but was dangerous when provoked. Yet, in regards to it all, it took something certain to set him off, a certain personality that brought the color red to his eyes, certain scenarios. Though how could it be, at the start of a new adventure in his life, that there would be such problems. There was no reason for such anger and in attempts through some mild meditation techniques a good friend had taught him along the way of life, any worries or troubles that rolled throughout his thoughts he quelled; a breath in, a breath out--then consider putting your fist through a wall.
There was hope that he would never run into such issues within the school, never meet that singular person that never failed to shove him over the proverbial edge of his wrath, but who was to know when a vast amount of cultures came together and clashed into a melting pot bound of trouble despite attempts to keep things under control. People would always find fault within one another and a school was a social hierarchy that could be dangerous territory to some. Yet, Andrés only though that so late in the year, the focus was his assigned classes and regaining a grasp on what had been left off by the former professor in charge. Something somewhat taxing but there was a faith within him that he could handle it.
Now, if only there was a way to get his hands on some ice-cream, then perhaps he could find a bit more perfection within this day.
NAME: Till.
TIMEZONE: MST → GMT +1.
PERSONAL JOURNAL: inforeignlands.
PLAYER CONTACT:
EMAIL ADDRESS: notforconsumption [at] gmail [dot] com.
FORMER/OTHER CHARACTERS: none.
HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT US?: vertulpen.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: República de Cuba ► Republic of Cuba ► Andrés Dávalos Vilalta.
» NOTE; information on CUBAN SURNAMES.
CANON ORIGIN/SERIES: Axis Powers Hetalia; LINK.
TEACHING POSITION & WHY: History of Magic » A nation is something historical and in Hetalia canon, while it is something seemingly brushed over at times when it comes to the minor characters, Cuba is no exception. Due to the lack of series information on his character a great deal of regard comes from factual history and Cuba, as a nation is a studious and habitual place, commonly known for strict regiment and strategic understanding. The study and regard of history is something that is perpetual and hardly changes throughout centuries and as a professor, Cuba would not only make an excellent choice as he in general, easy going and easy to get along despite certain persons interfering in that involvement, and is quick witted nation and stern in application. He is well aware of the knowledge of dates, names and the information that follows them and by far from being anywhere near incapable of teaching, as can be seen through the socially implemented programs that Cuba, as a nation, holds on a civilian and political level. He is an animated character in persona and particular in the instruction of earlier years could likely make such informative academics more enjoyable while still holding a high bar of expectation for his students.
GENDER: Male.
AGE: 26.
OFF CAMPUS RESIDENCE: Santillana del Mar, Spain.
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood.
PERSONALITY: A small island nation with a big heart, Cuba is known for his rather loud and abrasive personality. Though in his youth he was silenced by the shadow of the Spanish Empire, even under the confines of oppression his personality could never be second guessed. Strong willed with a rather nasty stubborn streak, Cuba does not find much use in concealing ones feelings and though some consider such directness a fault, he has never been known to push aside his passions and pursuits in the aim of bettering existence for himself and his civilians. Down to earth and pragmatic, Cuba's head rests in the proverbial clouds when it comes to successes and ventures that always seem to stem from the heart, the need for equality and the fervor to prove he is worthy of his independence. Though he does not bend easily to the will of others, having been under the control of larger nations since his youth, he struggles against the familiarity of being viewed as a material possession of ownership. Even in the nature of his distaste of outward interference in personal affairs, Cuba has a tendency to be on the point of sickeningly loyal, dedicated and trustworthy to near-burden to those he deems or once deemed worthy of such faith. Yet, even in his devotion and allegiance, he is stunningly aware of what is right for him. Still young in his willed independence, others could often consider him brash though he often finds it hard to move, breathe under the thumb of the United States whom has been looming over his actions even after his supposed freedom in 1902. His dependence on the political and economic scale of his neighbor makes it hard to maneuver his way into a position of autonomy, desiring to further his sovereignty which seems to boil within his chest like a fire around his heart.
He has a habit of forgetfulness but that does not imply a lack of intelligence and understanding on behalf of his personality. At times, his laid back appearance and manner can create a false representation of what he is knowing of and for a nation that prides himself in being informed, despite not being in touch with bouts of information other more forward progression nations are known for, he is wise for his years. Experienced, he is not to be understated for his ability and is beyond compassionate for those he cares about, always willing to assist them in any manner he can. Yet, unfortunately in his own regard, an enemy is and enemy and rival and rival and once one has come to double-cross him, it is hard to regain any sense of trust or comradery, something that Cuba prides himself on.
He has a delightful sense of humor and can take the words and actions of others easily, allowing them to roll off his back with a sense of pride and importance that shows on the surface of his skin. He has a temper in his soul and it can be easily lit even in his nature to allow things to pass. With a tendency to rant and rave having been something developed over time normally when forced into a situation or corner that involves confusion and unknowingness, Cuba enjoys being able to hold the reigns of his development, even though at times new technologies and advances seem to always been a few steps ahead of him, a fault he likes to consider but never lets it get to him as there are always other ways to handle things.
On the other side of his personality, he can be rather harsh and offensive in his defense, holding a strong and still developing sense of nationalism. He is patriotic and will proudly show his colors through speech and action, he is proud and while such emotions have a tendency to get in the way of being able embrace differences and opinions, he is in the frame of mind for change, to move forward, embrace his future with open arms, to shout at the top of his lungs this is who I am! Watch me become something great on my own!
CANON BACKGROUND:
Since history is indeed so prevalent within the HETALIA verse, and this character is certainly not the main focus of the entirety of the plot, a write-up of Cuba's factual history can be located ► HERE. The applicant would like it to be known that while canon information is extremely prevalent to the character there is regard to experience culturally, politically, religiously and socially throughout the historical realm as within the canon verse there is little to pull from that describes Cuba entirely as a nation.
CANON LINKS: FLY CANADA-SAN FLY, HOLIDAY STRIP ONE, HOLIDAY STRIP TWO, HOLIDAY STRIP THREE & HOLIDAY STRIP FOUR.
Cuba has very little canon mentioning with the Axis Powers Hetalia series. His first appearance within the strips came within the Canada centered illustration entitled FLY CANANDA-SAN FLY in which Canada is sick and tired of being perpetually ignored. Within the strip, the first introduction of Cuba is that he unfortunately mistakes Canada for his southerly located brother, also obviously the bane of his existence. Amongst a flurry of colorful language, he attacks Canada without a second thought, hardly listening to a word he says. Yet, redeeming himself much later in the strip, Cuba seeks out Canada on his own free well and apologizes for mistaking him for his wayward brother with a peace offering of ice-cream and an invitation to his lands which only ends in disaster when once again Cubas obvious fault and lack of short term memory causes another conflict at the airport gates when he bombards Canada with his very own welcome sign.
Never brushed upon again within the progression of Hetalia, the next time Cuba is mentioned is within the holiday centered set of strips for 2011. As per usual of the island nation, Cuba once again forgets the apparent differences between Canada and his brother and becomes enraged at the fact that America was snooping around in his brothers business. Yet this time, agreed to be thankfully so, it only takes one reminder to snap him back to reality and remembrance. Though, what he brings with him is a very bizarre regard to how everyone has faded from existence and as he puts it kindly; they've probably suffered horribly and they're now floating in the Caribbean sea! While is explanation is dramatic, he ultimately handles it in a calm manner after running into Germany and Hungary and while explaining the situation to him delicately, has a moment of panic when Germany claims he cannot transport instantaneously to Cuba's home. It is all very traumatic and while Cuba fails to understand exactly why Germany cannot immediately make his way to his lands, it is brushed over with the thanks of a smoother tongue from Hungary and onward moves the plot, though not in the direction that is to be expected amongst a rather tumultuous situation the nations find themselves in.
As drama abounds within the script, Cuba and Canada later take time for a photo session that in the beginning lacks flexibility as Cuba claims, so throughout Cuba and his companion take pictures of themselves in yoga positions that have an aesthetic and artistic quality to them, as they are defined by the characters, and even involve Canada's estranged bear-friend. Yet, after a moment of silence and quick realization, the pair soon question as to why exactly they are taking time to have photo opportunities amongst a rather difficult time for a time of year normally celebrated. Cuba's appearance ends there and thus far within the verse of Hetalia, he is failed to make another cameo to this applicants current knowledge.
AU BACKGROUND:
The applicant attempted to follow a mock up of Cuban history and place it within context of the HP VERSE to the best of their ability. If anything needs alternation or removal, there is certainly room for it.
[dirty] Born into a half-blood family, Andrés Dávalos Vilalta began his life within a small village on the outskirts of Cienfuegos located on the island of Cuba. His father a pureblood and his mother a muggle, their romance was pure and passions true that soon after they began their life together in unison, Andrés was brought into the world. Baring his father's talents, the family was far from rich and lived under the poverty line within the socialist republic for a great many years, scraping by on what they had but all the happier to have one another. Raised with an appreciation for both his skills and the ways of what would be deemed normality within the majority of the world, Andrés was never ashamed of his heritage and nor his status in life; he was taught that money hardly mattered in the long run and while one should remain frugal in their spending habits, the way of the land could provide a great many things that material possession could not. Growing up amongst the geographic wonders of the island, he was a child prone to exploring and taking in any knowledge that he could about both of his worlds, and while his parents remained wary of theirs child's growing interest under a regime less forgiving in the political and social sense, it did not stop Andrés from his curiosity. Still, within the time period and within the era, things grew difficult for the family amongst a rapidly changing social structure and government that wavered on many things and while they continued to strive, burdens grew heavy and darkness crossed their proverbial landscape in a single, fell swoop. In a perfectly innocent day during the middle of the year, an accident came to fruition that still remains completely anonymous in detail to Andrés. What is known though is that his parents both perished under an unknown cause and by an unknown hand and their only son was left at the hands of a deed claiming custody to his father's elder brother, the heir of a famous wizarding family located within the heart of Spain, across a sea and far from home.
Andrés uncle, indebted to his father's silent plea, took in the young boy and adopted him into a pureblood family that was far from enthused to bear witness to the new addition as soon as he arrived portside. While he was not necessarily treated horribly at his new residence, his new family wanted little to do with him and even more so, little to do with his background and heritage. Raising their noses to the fact he held an ounce of muggle blood within his veins, from the start the attempt was always perpetual in trying to get him to denounce his mother's side. Something that started out small and built within him, such issue became a central flame to his growing personality and within years, he continuously found reason to remove himself from direct company with his adopted family. The family consisted of a mother and father and their own children that rarely stole a glance at Andrés if only to share a comment or two on his appearance, his manner of speech and matter of study. All aiming for the finer things in life, Andrés loved history, he loved text, his loved learning and formulating the past into the present, watching change and being involved within it. Muggle life fascinated him, the study of rebellion and struggle against the social and political hierarchy and the same could be said for the realm of wizardry as well. Rather take in an event than be the center focus, while he was loud and outstanding in his opinions that in the beginning of his life he kept buried inside, Andrés was a kettle and it would only take years for him to finally release the steam that the unforgiving family bestowed upon him.
For school, in an attempt to disassociate Andrés with the rest of their family that either went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry or Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, he was sent to Durmstrang Institute by manner of pulling strings and persuasion within the inner circles of the pureblood realm. Far from the sunny island from where he grew, Durmstrang was an escape, a relief of sorts to be sent so far off but in its own breath, it was miserable from time to time. Spending the first three years of his studies there, Andrés never once went home until summer arrived and even then, he dragged his heels as each and every year he was greeted with the same lecture on heritage. It took until the end of his third year for something within him to finally snap and Andrés rebelled further than he had before against the nobility that attempted to contain him and describe him. Unwilling to submit his muggle birthright in favor of his other, he set out to embrace his muggle side and in turn, involved himself in muggle social circles, held closer to muggle companions and threw himself into their world as a show of rebellion that his adopted family would not alter who he was nor change him in anyway. As a result though, the family cut off any funding that was given to him and threatened in turn to pull him from school and simply put him to work in a field he might be better suited for, something lacking in comparison to the grandeur that they could offer if only he would oblige. Andrés remained firm though, continued his spell of upheaval, and in turn was banished from the family's home and sent out on the streets, wanting nothing to do with him nor desiring to hear any word from him.
Luckily enough, he fell into contact with his mothers relatives from distant shores, having kept in contact with them through the post during his years in Spain and away at schooling. Pleading for them to assist him and remove him from the horrible nation that had become his prison, Andrés eventually made his way out to Brazil where he came to live with his muggle aunt, uncle and their six other children. It was not a wizarding life that he would lead for the next year, the year that would be his fourth in school if he would have continued to attend. He would find a job and attend his education within the realm of the proclaimed norm, live amongst his new family and enjoy their company through and through as there was affection there and caring. It felt like a family all over again and despite the tumultuous experiences of the past, he intended to leave them behind as if a muggle life was what he was going to lead, then lead it he would. Yet, despite the circumstances, after that year past and new school year was on the horizon, he received a letter from the Brazilian Wizarding School for an allocated transfer and financial support through scholarship. Having thought he would have had to give up his wand and former habits, Andrés jumped at the opportunity and wielded a story to his family about successes within another city through academia he had been offered and with an extended hand, accepted the school as his new educational residence.
With a renewed sense of understanding and appreciation for his quiet talents, the Cuban was enveloped by the wizarding community within Brazil and those that attended there. From year four to the end of his graduation, Andrés never forgot about his muggle family and visited them every holiday he could, but what could be said further was that he found a new secondary family within the community the school offered to him, making and wielding friendships despite his rather brash personality. Such a thing was accepted and he succeed in various forms of magic while in turn, failed in others. Far from perfect, something that he was fully aware of it, he held his pride and continued onward. It grew to the fact, that within his final years, a handful of his classmates formulated a resistance group against a pureblood family of a local town nearby. Holding their power over the muggles. The unit of families was utilizing tactics to sway them to their own personal will and upon realization and with no belief of such actions elsewhere due to the influential family structure, Andrés and his comrades formulated a branch of resistance, entitling their group and perpetuating in a form of silent and underground warfare against those involved. In his youth, it was fun and sport in a way and while it held great meaning to him, his small band of companions made the choice to remain close and made the choice to develop something seemingly childish to something serious as life grew on.
After his graduation, Andrés and those involved in the original act of youthful heroism under the idealist proper cause, perpetuated the movements to something more; fabricating an underground network of reverse propaganda praising the muggles of the world while criminalizing those families and individuals that took advantage of them in any way or wished ill upon them. From a simple movement that held its roots in Brazil, it moved outward throughout other nations and soon Andrés found himself returning to Spain to take it with him there. All the while, this rebellion, this attempt for change that his whole life had seemingly turned around, Andrés was studying, was taking in the wizards of the past and the history that followed them, attempting to learn from their mistakes and take from of their successes. From general history to military history to political, he wanted to know more so that he could be wise in the events of the past, to predict, to take witness, to compare the modern world to that of the past. It became a profession from a passion and upon chance, he heard wind of an opening at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the need for a professor within the field of History of Magic. While his involvement within the movement and studies, his side lectures in history and further study amongst the wizarding community paid the bills, he figured himself a fool to not attempt for the position.
And attempt he would as if Andrés had learned much of anything through his life, it was that he was more than willing to accept a challenge and turn to a new chapter within his life. [diana]
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JOURNAL ENTRY: Sample Journal Entry: [The text that meets the page is printed yet seemingly scrawled and while not illegible, it is certainly not the neatest handwriting one has ever seen. The way the pen flows upon the page is not graceful nor jagged but simple something normal, not rushed nor something one would assume a lazy font, slow and uncaring. No, it is authoritative if anything, though its aesthetic quality is far from severe.]
To all students within all levels of History of Magic,
I am going to start a book collection that consists of all books that are left behind after instruction. I am going to put them on a shelf and leave them there for all to see and when you hopefully come to realize that your book has gone missing, you may come and retrieve it. [The hand halts and there is a moment of pause before it continues, a little darker, the quill obviously a little heavier held.]
Yet, before you do so you must first apologize to it for being a horrible and irresponsible for leaving it behind and then inform me why it is you like to crowd up what little classroom space I have with your inability to pick up the book, open your satchel, place it within then leave. Maybe we should have entire seminar on the art of leaving the classroom in the order we found it because I swear if this keeps up, I'll strap it to your back myself.
However, I will accept apologies in the form of ice-cream if you feel you are truly guilty which I know at least twelve are you are by the count I took this afternoon. Just keep that in mind for future reference.
THIRD PERSON INTERACTION: He enjoyed the sound of the train, the noise that the wheels made when the rolled over the tracks that he could claim where never once familiar in his lifetime. Perhaps it was the feeling of them that had lured him to near-sleep, perhaps it was simply watching foreign scenery travel by that reminded him mildly of his years amongst the school to the east of the island nation, but ultimately he narrowed it down to the fact that he had been traveling for nearly two days straight, from the eastern tip of Spain out to the countryside of the isle above. Certainly there were other ways to travel but the offer had been there and openly he had accepted it as it would have been rude to decline or imply otherwise and to hell with it, he thought, why not take a few days of mildly stressful leisure, traversing from train station to train station. It would certainly be worth it to take time to gather his thoughts before arriving a very new job, beginning a very new profession that caused a small warmth of excitement to build up within his chest. It was nice to finally see his life begin to make semblance of stability despite the questionable content of what occurred below the surface and while such lands where certainly not his island in the sun where the beach and sea were a mere walk away, he was certain he could find similar pleasure if he simply took it from his occupation. Of course, that was something he was certain he could do despite only having worked with a younger generation a handful of years out of his life thus far, he enjoyed working amongst his current villages programs and offered a hand where he could.
Quietly though, Andrés watched as the world rolled by and he within the compartment, contained there remained content in just staring. While already having been stared at by students and others returning to their academics from a break in their schedules, he held his rather intimidating size well and kept a warm personality despite the circumstances. The daily paper placed upon his lap, his legs kicked up onto the seat before him, he reclined and simply took enjoyment from the moment, attempting to allow the stress to seep from him as there was a something certain about Andrés in the fact he held a temper about him. Something spontaneous, some little flame that never truly died, it was a renowned temper that was never perpetual but was dangerous when provoked. Yet, in regards to it all, it took something certain to set him off, a certain personality that brought the color red to his eyes, certain scenarios. Though how could it be, at the start of a new adventure in his life, that there would be such problems. There was no reason for such anger and in attempts through some mild meditation techniques a good friend had taught him along the way of life, any worries or troubles that rolled throughout his thoughts he quelled; a breath in, a breath out--then consider putting your fist through a wall.
There was hope that he would never run into such issues within the school, never meet that singular person that never failed to shove him over the proverbial edge of his wrath, but who was to know when a vast amount of cultures came together and clashed into a melting pot bound of trouble despite attempts to keep things under control. People would always find fault within one another and a school was a social hierarchy that could be dangerous territory to some. Yet, Andrés only though that so late in the year, the focus was his assigned classes and regaining a grasp on what had been left off by the former professor in charge. Something somewhat taxing but there was a faith within him that he could handle it.
Now, if only there was a way to get his hands on some ice-cream, then perhaps he could find a bit more perfection within this day.