De la Paz, Kieran

[Kieran De la Paz]

OH ME, OH MY IT'S:
KIERAN DE LA PAZ

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ALLIANCE - NEUTRAL, SEVENTEEN, RAVENCLAW

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PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA SE NECESITA UNA POCA DE GRACIA

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HELLO THERE, VERY NICE TO MEET YOU! COULD YOU TELL ME YOUR
NAME AND IT'S MEANING, IF AT ALL POSSIBLE? THEN I WOULDN'T AT ALL MIND KNOWING YOUR BLOOD STATUS, BIRTHDAY AND AGE. CHEERS!
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"You can call be Kieran. Apparently its Gaelic for Black, a family name. My last name? De la Paz. No, its alright, you’re far from the first person to tell me how awkward of a combination it is: a good Irish first name and a Latino last name.My Mom is half Mexican and half Irish, My Dad... who knows? Oh, but I’m rambling again. Sorry about that. My blood type is O-negative, universal donor.. but of course that isn’t what you meant. I’m half blood, or so I’ve been told, born that way on November 3rd. I’m 17."


DUDE, THATS INTERESTING - WHAT HOUSE WERE YOU IN? OR WHAT HOUSE ARE YOU IN? AND MY OH MY YOUR WAND - WHAT IS IT MADE OUT OF?
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"I’m Ravenclaw, my 6th year. My wand is... well, rather ordinary. Nine and one half inches, Willow, and do you always ask this many questions. I guess i understand, but I don’t usually just go telling people about my wand. Anyways, horse tail hair."


AWESOME, WELL ANYWAYS...SO LET'S SAY YOUR STANDING IN FRONT OF AN DEMENTOR WHAT PATRONUS DO YOU PERFORM?
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"I didn’t first perform a patronus until after I had lost my vision, so I haven’t actually ever seen it. However, I’m told that its a red tail hawk. Oh yeah, you hadn’t noticed? I’m blind, no not “visually impaired” Blind. I see almost nothing. No, its no big deal, I’m used to it."


THAT IS ENTERTAINING, HAVE YOU LEARNED HOW TO PERFORM AN ANIMAGUS?
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"No, I haven’t. I imagine I’d be a mole. Or a bat. Maybe something epically boring and less usefull like a turtle or a snail.”


OKAY, RIGHT - THERE'S A WAR GOING ON WHO ARE YOU SIDING WITH ?[DARK FORCE PLOT- SEE MAIN PLOT THREAD FOR DETAILS]
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"Right now I don’t have one. I believe that I have to choose a side- stick up for what I believe in.. But its been a while, my life has been far away. When we were little, it was so easy. There was good and bad. I’d like to do what’s good. But its not that simple. When we’re taught good and evil, evil is dehumanized and you don’t have to worry about other factors like your family. I like to live my life with compassion. I’ll help my friends. For now I have no conviction as to what “side” I’d help. "


RIIIIGHT SO UHM WHATS YOUR SEXUALITY AND ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? WHATS COOKING IN THE LOVE NEST?
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“I’m straight and single... waiting for the girl. though I’m not really sure I’m ready for anything other than fun. “


ALRIGHT SO NOW WE'RE CLOSE AND EVERYTHING IS OUT IN THE OPEN I'M GOING TO HAVE A LOOK AT YOUR PERSONALITY. WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR FEARS, LOVES, HATES ETC.

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"My loves. Honestly? I really enjoy dancing. Lindy hop and Blues. Yeah its American dancing, swing. I also do a little bit of salsa, I know the waltz. I also play saxophone, piano and guitar. I was a big footballer before I lost my sight. Now I settle for running. My other hobbies include sleeping, reading, girls... There are very few things that I truly love. They’re my family. Can’t live without ‘em.

Hates? uhh, that’s a little more difficult. I’m not a huge fan of cucumbers or mowing the lawn. I also have issues with “macho” culture. I don’t enjoy the company of mean people... but ocassionally I can be angry and cruel. I try to be better than that, but after all I’m still human. My friends make fun of me for a sort of obsession I have with perfection and robots. I believe that society and family puts so much pressure on people that, particularly students, do things, not for their own motives, but because its what others think they should do. They become almost robotic in the way they live and they’re not experiencing life.

My fears? I fear becoming a robot, not living, not having a meaningful life. I fear being unable to achieve my potential after loosing my sight, but I fear someone figuring out how to give my sight back to me someday. I fear not challenging myself, or becoming complacent and boring. When it comes to love.... I don’t want to hurt her or to be hurt. I’m afraid that marriage is simple an institution created by society and its one which I’m not cut out for. But I want to grow old with someone. I don’t want to die alone. I also fear loosing my family. You should probably also know that I’m not a big fan of needles, or the smell of blood.

I’ve been told that I flirt too much. That I keep a people at a polite distance. I try to be amiable and I’m not a big fan of conflict. I also like to examine efficiency and economics. I have thoughts and opinions and when people make uneducated statements I tend to feel the need to defend my position. I like to observe people and my world, but sometimes I’m too caught up in it to see the full picture. I’m told that my views are very feministic, but that’s what happens when you grow up with five sisters- you want the best for them."


WOW, YOU ARE INTERESTING MAN. NOW TALK ABOUT A TOPIC THAT IS CLOSE TO YOU IN SOME DETAIL.
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"Free markets. I believe in them. I think that government is like overhead and any business with too much overhead is likely to fail. The world is really in a mess right now. I think that seeing the impact of muggle mistakes on the wizzarding world would be interesting, but no wizzards seem to be interested in this. I suppose that’s why they use gold. Nonetheless I would imagine gold should fluctuate less than it does on the market were that the case. The wizzarding community must be feeling affects as well. I mean there’s a war- uncertainty, instability. Do wizzards suffer less of a change in consumption possibilities or in quality of life during a recession because of a greater ability to use resources?

But I could go on for hours and all of that is quite boring. Blue you said? It was my favourite colour. That’s the nice thing about going away as you get older. Everyone, all of my old friends always thought my favourite colour was blue. I was bad at matching so most of my clothes were that colour. That way everything matches. You don’t have to worry about it- just pull any shirt out and you’re good to go. But I’m only seventeen, everyday it seems like I’m changing. So I went to Mexico. The people and life there are colourful. The heat feels like orange and red. The chocolate hair of the girls, the lush vegetation. I couldn’t see any of it. But suddenly I fell in love with all colour. I coulMy life was more colourful than it had ever been. Blue meant nothing with out orange and pink, green to compare it to. Plus blue didn’t really have too much meaning anymore. Now I don’t have to choose. Or I can change my favourite colour daily. But those same friends still think my favourite colour is blue."


SO, WHAT ABOUT FAMILY? WHERE DO YOU COME FROM? WHAT IS YOUR HISTORY AND DO YOU HAVE BROTHERS, SISTERS, AUNTS AND UNCLES?
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Family... ugh. I’ve got it all. A great but pre-ocupied mother, a missing father, a stepfather, a handful of sisters, cousins, a few aunts and uncles, their kids, and a very involved grandmother and very laid back grandfather. Big families are a family tradition.
So My Mum is Araceli de la Paz Thomas. She never talks about my real Dad. Never has. Not since the day that he left. I was three. It was my sister’s birthday. I don’t remember him much, but I do remember holding Jenny for the first time. A few years later Mum married James. He’s a muggle, Mum seems to have a thing for them. I’m guessing something to do with their relative vulnerability. Though I recall my father performing magic, Mom insists that I must have made it up. My other four sisters are technically half sisters. The only difference is that James tries to keep Mum from sharing too much of magic culture with them. Emily is nine, Maddy, seven, Hope is six and Jessie is just three. They all have fire in them, they’re all a little bit mischieveous. I love them all. I was really looking forward to going to school with Jenny but she transfer to Beauxbatons academy after he first year- taking advantage of the whole bilingual education thing. I guess I’ve been away longer than I realized.

Kieran 17
Jenny 14
Emily 9
Madeline 7
Hope 6
Jessie 3

I was born in Ireland. When I was a kid people thought I was slow, it took me a while to speak English- Mom was always speaking to us in Spanish and French. She’s kind of the Hippie type and believes i n being able to communicate with the world. I was a normal boy for the most part. Five parts trouble, a few parts love, clumsy about most things. Coming to Hogwarts when I was eleven probably has kept me out of a lot of bad things. Yeah, I came here my first year. First through third. You don’t remember? Why I left? You don’t know?.....

After my third year, like every summer, I went home. One day, Jenny was trying to practice her little bits of magic that she had discovered on her own, headphones in her ears, not a care in the world. Grandmom had fallen asleep and meanwhile Emily and Maddy had been experimenting. They had been creating some ingenious experiment- dish soap, laundry soap, the solevent that James uses to clean his engine, oil, maybe some gasoline... pretty much everything they could get their hands on. Unfortunately, this had been a phase for the past few months. When I walked into the room, Hope was waddeling clumsily over towards Jenny. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. I felt stuck. I could speak fast enough and she was just too far away. Hope was standing under the counter, the counter where the “magic potion” was being created as Jenny turned her wand following her move. And I don’t remember seeing anything after that. I ran over. I couldn’t use my wand because I didn’t want to be expelled. Hope was crying when I pushed her out of the way. The magic potion got into my eyes.

Where have I been since? Mexico, the US. First it was the US, with Uncle Pedro. Then we went to Mexico. I had to re-learn how to do everything, especially magic. Traditionally, I was a visual learner and suddenly I couldn’t physically see where to even point my wand. How? Well once I learned to navigate, it started with putting my hands on an object. I’d remember where it was, step back and practice levitating the object. It was frustrating. I was messing up first year basics. But you learn to trust your wand. You feel where the object is. Of course that only gets you so far. For more complicated things there’s what I call visualization of faith. Its nearly like I can see again, sometimes I can, but most of the time its just shadows. With anything that’s living you can tell where their spirits are.

How long? I’ve been gone three years. I’m a year behind where I should be, a year below. Friends? I never really formed a core group a Hogwarts. Lots has changed, i’m not sure they would even recognize me. What’s changed? Well aren’t you just sooo curious. Sorry, that was uncalled for. They say that humans forget pain. That if it weren’t for our poor memory, women wouldn’t ever have more than one kid. For weeks after the accident, every time I cried, my eyes felt like they were on fire. When we went to Mexico, we were outside of a town called Palenque in Chiapas. No one would be suspicious of anthing there, it was in the jungle. But that’s where I stopped crying. Yup, there was a girl involved. And a dog, my Dog Nemo. The girl? But I have somethings to ask about the dog? Alright. Ilse. She was beautiful. Her eyes were the colour of honey, or that’s what I thought. She had curly hair. We trained Nemo together. She was non-magical and from a very impoverished family, like many in the area. She was smart, we were looking for a scholarship for her to go to nursing school. We didn’t know she was sick. Uncle Pete said it was cancer.



Oh my dog. Yeah. Nemo. Ummmm I was wondering if there was an exception to the rule about having dogs? I know students are permitted a Toad, Rat, Owl, or Cat. Nemo is exceptionally well trained and I trust him more than I do myself with a cane.


I THINK THATS EVERYTHING, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO SAY BEFORE I GO?
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Not really. It was nice meeting you.

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THE ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE !

As Kieran chopped the onion, he couldn’t help but think of Ilse’s favorite book. “Para Agua como Chocolate” or For Water like Chocolate was part of a genre called magical realism. He liked it very much, though he hadn’t finished reading it yet. Magical things just seemed to happen. Kind of like his life. As a child, the dark haired boy had never been taught to distinguish muggle reality from magic. It was all one- that was until Mum got remarried. His eldest sister teased him about this; he sometimes found the simplest things magical and complicated magic mundane. The protagonist in this book was not allowed to marry on account of being the youngest and it being family tradition that the youngest daughter cared for mothers who had been widowed. She was denied her chance at love and expressed her emotions by cooking. What he had been told happens, though he hadn’t yet reached that part of the book, was that when other ate her cooking, they experienced her emotions. The book very eloquently talks about cutting onions. It says that sometimes once one starts crying while cutting them, for no reason at all, you just can’t stop.

Luckily that wasn’t where Kieran found himself at that moment. His was kind of in the “love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back”- kind-of-mood. Mum was out and as his day before he had to head back to Hogwarts day, he was cooking real Mexican tacos for the family. For a breif sixty three seconds he also had the happy yellow kitchen to himself. Emily and Hope were outside playing the Nemo, his dog. Jenny was about somewhere, probably teaching Maddy magic and Jessie was napping. Kieran had blues and swing music blasting as the smell of overpowering cilantro mixed with the onion. He moved abut the kitchen, knowing where everything’s place was, touching the counter with his hands. He’d make home made corn tortillas that night- a true treat.

While he patted the dough-like-substance into small circles and sent them sizzling on the comal, he wondered what it would be like to return to Hogwarts. Would anyone remember him? He hoped not. While it would require more effort for him to adjust to the learning methods at Hogwarts since loosing his sight, his main preoccupation was if the school would let Nemo stay with him. The dog was very dear to him. ANd though Kieran could function without his puppy, the seeing eye dog allowed him more freedom. A few days before the boy had rediscovered a gift that had happened only once before, while sitting and holding onto Nemo for a few seconds he could see again- but through the dogs eyes. He hadn’t really been sure how it happened and it felt like just a dream. But he was ready for it this time and felt as if the dog’s conscious had allowed him to briefly see the world through his eyes. He wondered if it would happen again.

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