Daciana Christelle Gamp

[Daciana Gamp]

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Name: Daciana Christelle Gamp
Age: 15
Gender: female
Year: 5th
Face Claim: Naya Rivera

Canon or Original? canon

Facial Properties: It’s rather hard to deny that Daciana is a pretty little exotic thing. Looking at her parents and then observing Daciana, one can tell that she has the near-perfect mix of her parents’ facial attributes with her mother’s coloring and complexion and her father’s facial shapes. Her face is overall a round, almost oval-ish shape that compliments her features nicely: her forehead is relatively average in size but smooth and slopes down to her dark and shaped eyebrows. Her deep brown, almond shaped eyes are a bit wide-set, and her eyelashes fan out from the top and bottom of her eyelids. Like the aura she gives off, her eyes are fierce in their russet color and are often narrowed into either an excruciating glare or piercing scrutiny. The arch and the darkness of her eyebrows tend to add to the bite in her stare as well. Her ears are pretty set back on her head, but well proportioned in their size and shape. Her nose is straight and quite well fitted with the rest of her face. Her lips- now, her lips are nice and full, thanks to her mother’s good genetics, though she can amazingly purse them into a thin line if it suits her mood (which it tends to do). Well shaped, pink and plump, it seems almost a shame that they are so often flattened in a sneer or an insufferable, proud smirk. When she does smile, those lips reveal straight, white sets of teeth, likely enhanced by bleaching potions or spells. Moving to the most southern part of her face, Daciana’s oval structure is complete with her small, soft, round chin.

From the top of her head, though, flowing down like a black velvet waterfall to lie in elegant curls upon her shoulders and upper back is Daciana’s hair. It really is nice; the blackest of black and lots of it too- this girl will never run out of hair, that’s for sure. It’s thick; like if you tried to tie it in a knot, it would probably just untangle itself (not that anyone should try it, unless they want to provoke the fifteen year old’s wrath). One could say it was relatively long; if worn completely straight it reaches her mid back, but worn in its natural, partially curly state, it comes just below her shoulders on her back. Naturally, her hair forms lose and large, cascading curls and waves that actually appear to soften her sharp demeanor. And in said natural, partially curly, down state is how she keeps her hair a lot of the time, while for the other part of the time putting it into a high, slick pony tail.

Physique: Daciana stands at a fairly average five feet and five inches tall. She’s seemingly lithe and petite but undoubtedly lean. With most of her body mass made up of muscle, she’s solid for a girl and athletic in build. However, Daciana’s physical fitness and strength does not take away from her girlish figure. Or rather, womanish figure, as contributed by her mother’s Latin American roots. Anyway, she is most definitely female and she has the assets to prove it. Her neck, though not particularly long, slopes easily into soft but sturdy shoulders. Her arms are deceivingly slim and long, albeit strong, coordinating well with her hourglass-like torso. Her legs are on the shorter side, but she tends to fake a longer length by skillfully choosing certain heels or boots to wear with her outfits, usually giving her an extra inch or so in height as well. Standing in a balanced, firm-footed, arm-crossed position a majority of the time, Daciana comes across as a cold person. It is almost paradoxal, though, when one notices her warm skin tone. Her skin stays a fairly consistent tanned color year round, making her seem quite exotic indeed.

**From here out, to explain things most people cannot simply observe about Daciana by looking at her, one will notice that various students around Hogwarts have been quoted to help you get to know Daciana a little better, as she wouldn’t be caught dead talking about most of these things herself.**

Wand Type: Blackthorn, 10 ½ inches, rigid and sturdy with a peacock feather core
Wand Expertise: Good for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions
Patronus: a black panther
Boggart: “I guess her fear was like, being insulted or disowned or something by her parents because when Daciana faced the boggart it turned into this man –her dad I think- and he was yelling at her all furious like, saying things like “You’re a disgrace!” and “You’re a weakling, that’s what you are, I thought we raised you better!” I guess it was pretty scary. She fought it off pretty quickly though.”

Personality:

“That girl’s like a hurricane. I would not stand in her way for anything. It’s badass for sure, but a little intimidating.”

It’s easy to see why many of her fellow students are a little bit scared of Daciana; she’s a force of nature. Get in her way and she’ll literally remove you from her path by way of physical or magical means. She sort of has a temper that way. It’s the first rule of thumb if someone even wants to approach Daciana- don’t piss her off. Literally, her bark is as bad as her bite. You could tease her a little, challenge her, sure, but know that she’ll dish it out (even in good nature) if given the chance. She’s stubborn; most of the time, though not particularly outspoken about it, she wants things her way, and she’s willing to stare down anyone who wants otherwise. Her tough exterior makes it obvious that she won’t bother with people she doesn’t see fit to do so. She does not like to be pushed around either. Don’t order Daciana to do anything because the only people in her life that she actually takes orders from are her parents and other authority figures. She’s kind of a bitch in this way, but it saves her a lot of unneeded annoyances because of all those who are too scared to approach her.

“I see her at like every party there ever is; I think she crashes most of them. She’s always the center of every drinking game or dance crowd though, so she must have friends.”

Daciana does have friends, believe it or not- party friends especially. She either runs with the best of the best, the purest of the pure, or whoever has the stuff that she needs to feel good. She’s not totally anti-social, you just have to have the right amount of guts and bite to get along with her. Sort of like being friends with a pit-bull. To her closest friends she’ll sometimes even confide in, it just takes a lot to be able to break down the stone walls she’s built around herself. So, she tends not to have heart-to-hearts with anyone, causing her to bottle a lot up inside, which may explain her temper. If someone’s having a party, though, go ahead and expect a temporary friend out of Daciana because she’ll show up even if she isn’t invited. She loves partying because she can let go; she can get lost in a sea of dancing bodies or she can feel the triumph of kicking light-weight-ass at drinking games, or she can get high off of weed or LSD or anything else that people will offer her as long as it’s good. Between parties, confrontations, and the incidence that occurred at the beginning of her fourth year, Daciana has gained quite a reputation. People know her, that’s for sure, but that doesn’t mean that she knows them.

“No one believes me, but I found her crying once in a broom closet. I asked her why she was in there, but she just hexed me so I sort of ran away…”

This event is factual, but if asked about it she’ll deny it and/or threaten the questioner. Daciana is an extremely proud person (hell, proud is in her family motto), and the thought of other people seeing her in a vulnerable state makes her lash out like a crazed animal (so really, is it any wonder her patronus is a black panther?). As such, she’s way too proud to back down from a challenge or to admit defeat. To her, losing, crying, or showing any sign of vulnerability is weak and disgraceful. It’s not something she does. It’s not something Gamps do. So, she likes to put up the image that she’s indestructible- she’s good at sustaining this image, she even sometimes has herself convinced. The thing is, Daciana is vulnerable; she may have built up stone walls around herself, but she doesn’t have a hairy heart. She’s not unbreakable. When she does surrender to overflows of emotions after suppressing them for long amounts of time, she has a habit of hiding in closets to silently sob so that no one will bear witness to it (though obviously, someone once did). Most of the time, she is very discreet about showing any sort of emotion. There are many cracks in the mask she wears every day, but she hides them well.

“She’s got that pureblood stuck-up air about her, but I did see her say something to this muggleborn once. I don’t really think she cares what anybody thinks.”

False. Partly. It’s true, she goes around with her nose in the air half of the time, agreeing with her other pureblood friends about how dirty mudbloods and half-bloods are, and she does act like she’s superior to most everyone else, but here’s where it gets a little tricky. Daciana doesn’t believe any of it. In fact she doesn’t give a shit who people’s parents are or what their bloodline looks like. She’s a bit of a hypocrite; she has a tendency to say what she doesn’t actually mean, just to keep up appearances, because in reality she cares what everybody else thinks of her. She cares what the purebloods think, that is, because of her family. She’s very insecure because she figures that if people find out she isn’t who she appears to be, then the consequences will be brutal. Can she really be blamed though? Parroting the same things her parents tell her is easy and keeps her family’s social circle happy, never mind that she doesn’t believe a bit of it. The prejudice, ‘the holier than thou’ attitude- it is just what is expected of her, after all. And if people knew – if her parents know- that she didn’t hate muggles, that she was putting up a façade of a strong, perfect young lady, that deep down she thought there was something incredibly wrong with her, well, her world would come crashing down.


Likes:
+ Things that make sense
+ Alcohol
+ Dancing
+ Singing (in the shower)
+ Parties
+ Getting lost in a task
+ Challenges
+ Drugs
+ Rain
+ Blue Eyes

Dislikes:
– People in general
– Pettiness
– Assholes
– Losing
– Misogyny
– Ignoramuses
– Things that don’t make sense
– Disorder
– Pushovers
– Crying

History:
“She’s a Gamp. You know, as in the ‘pure, proper, and proud’ wizarding family.”

It started with a business meeting. Lothar Gamp, a respectable older fellow of the pureblood Gamp family and Honeyduke’s successful and long-time product manager, was experimenting with Chocolate Cauldron fillings, trying to expand the market past the simple firewhiskey-filled treat. Within the taste testing research that he gathered, signs showed that filling Chocolate Cauldrons with rum could possibly turn a good profit. Quite fond of rum himself, Lothar began the production of the to-be rum-filled chocolates. In importing sensibly priced rum from Puerto Rico, he met with and became familiar with the head of Destilería Serrallés himself, Juan Serrallés II. Turns out, the Serrallés family was an old pureblood Puerto Rican wizarding lineage who sold their products to wizards and muggles alike (only to maximize profits, of course). Serrallés was thrilled to sign a contract with Lothar and Honeydukes, hoping to be able to advertise his rum distillery beyond Latin America with this endeavor in turn for cheaply supplying his rum. Thus, Lothar and Juan became business partners, with Lothar selling rum-filled Chocolate Cauldrons at a profitable equilibrium price and Serrallés spreading his own industry throughout Europe. They soon also became drinking comrades, celebrating their mutual success back in forth in both Puerto Rico and London with gatherings and cocktail parties. Unfortunately, their celebrations were short-lived. Though intriguing, rum-filled Chocolate Cauldrons did not compare with the original firewhiskey-filled Cauldrons in the long run. What was at first a new and successful business venture turned into an outdated trend of a flavor that began losing money for Honeyduke’s. Lothar Gamp had to cancel the mass orders of rum from Serrallés, greatly disturbing the Puerto Rican’s business for a period of time. Lothar, still and ever financially stable but embarrassed at his own failure, proposed an arranged marriage between his son Reinhold and Serrallés’ daughter Emelda in order to compensate for his own mistake and whatever money Serrallés lost by providing the couple with an impressive home in London and the Gamp’s stability. Serrallés agreed, happy to marry his daughter off into another well-off pureblood family, and so the two young adults were married.

Neither Reinhold nor Emelda opposed the marriage, finding each other attractive and appropriate where they were concerned. After all, it could be worse, and anyway arranged marriages were essentially what both had been expecting their whole life. Emelda, little, dark and curvy, spoke little English, which suited Reinhold just fine. He was the commanding type, always ordering others and never listening to anyone else. This Gamp stubbornness was inevitably passed down to his children, but I digress. Reinhold himself was tall –a towering 6’3- with neat brown hair and light blue eyes. He was a business mongrel and she became a society woman, steadily learning English from Reinhold’s sisters and female cousins. Sure they were happy, that was what happiness was, right? It was what they were told it was supposed to be, and they honestly were contented with themselves; they had a nice home, a respectable name and reputation, good money, and a baby boy to carry on the Gamp name. Little Demarco Gamp was their pride and joy and quickly gained Reinhold and Emelda’s extra attention. Two years after their precious baby boy was born, they were graced with a baby girl – Daciana Christelle Gamp. Imagine Reinhold’s pride in not only having a son to carry on the Gamp’s name and business but a girl as well, to parade around cotillions and marry off to a rich pureblood wizard. Emelda was thrilled just to get to dress the little doll. Demarco and Daciana both thus grew up well-off and fawned over by their mother especially, who taught them Spanish in addition to English. Never without, Demarco and Daciana were raised to be “pure, proper, and proud”.

Except somewhere along the line, something went astray.

Daciana was a quiet child, always monitoring things with a hard stare that her father observed to be a strong trait. She liked learning; she liked seeing what would happen if she squished only half of a worm, and she liked watching people’s reactions if she acted like a cat or hid for an entire day. In this way, Daciana learned what pleased her parents and what did not. One day while playing around the grounds of Gamp Manor, a five year-old Daciana met a little girl about her own age. The girl look disheveled, with messy curls and a toothy grin, but Daciana could see right through her – quite literally, you see, because the little girl was a ghost who must have died in the area and floated onto the Gamp estate. Daciana cocked her head to the side to examine the girl; she wasn’t creepy even though she was a ghost, she was nice, and she had said hello to Daciana. The girl never told Daciana her name, but it didn’t matter because Daciana only wanted to play anyway. They would run around the yard playing tag, but poor Daciana could never really win because every time she tried to tag her, the ghost would giggle and say that Daciana didn’t touch her. But, they would run and run until Daciana got tired and then they collapsed in the grass and laughed and spouted fanciful stories. The little ghost had told one story that Daciana particularly enjoyed: “Once upon a time,” she would begin, “there were two pretty princesses. One had blue eyes and the other had brown eyes and they lived in the same castle because they were best friends. And they were both magical and rich and had pretty white ponies and everybody loved them. Everybody loved them except for a mean wizard. The mean wizard didn’t like the blue eye princess because he didn’t think her magic was good enough, so he killed her-,“ the first time Daciana heard this, she interrupted with a gasp, but the ghost continued, “-yeah he killed her BUT what he didn’t know was that the princesses loved each other very much and so the blue eyed princess became a ghost so the princesses could still be together forever.” Daciana liked that the ending wasn’t so sad after all. The playing and the stories continued all summer, until Daciana proudly told this story to her father one day. He asked her where she had heard such a stupid tale, and she told him of her ghost friend. Reinhold grabbed her roughly by the arm and told her to take him to this ghost. When they got outside where Daciana usually played, the ghost came around as usual. However, at the sight of Daciana’s father, the little thing ran away in fright never, to Daciana’s knowledge, to be seen again.

At the loss of her good friend, Daciana became withdrawn and began questioning everything her parents told her. She quickly realized, however, that rebellion led to pain and the deterioration of the perfect family she once thought she had. So, Daciana began to pretend that she believed everything that any person of authority told her. Her parents thought she simply finally understood or had grown up. It was how things were supposed to be anyway. In time though, Daciana forgot the little ghost girl and her story, to her parents’ elation (and success), but she didn’t forget the mind set she had adapted- never let them know what you really feel- and this was how she continued. Of course, Daciana got her letter to Hogwarts promptly on her eleventh birthday, she was pureblood and there would be no non-magical people in the Gamp family. Hogwarts was welcoming to Daciana with her older brother there to put her in with an acceptable crowd of friends. At Hogwarts, she learned to force herself to spit the word ‘mudblood’ at innocent little muggleborns because it was expected of her, and it was what many of the other pureblood children did. It was home all over again, and it seemed there was no escape, until her third year when she was introduced to an array of drugs and illegal potions that flew her over the moon and made every insult and every lie easier and easier. She was smart though, and never let it affect her classes because there was no way in hell she was about to get caught. She usually kept to herself as it was, so there was little chance of it spreading anywhere past the circle of ‘friends’ she got high with. She was content with this life because although she never said what she meant, she could get lost in a whole other world and just forget.

“She ODed at the beginning of last year, so she was gone for most of the school year. I think she was tutored or something because she’s on track for her fifth year.”

In the middle of her third year though, Daciana began lying to herself- something that started to take a bigger toll on her than just lying to others. She had these impulses, feelings that she never acted on, but that scared her senseless just thinking about them. It was abnormal and she knew it. She was not supposed to think that way; she was supposed to think this way. These thoughts began to invade her mind, thoughts she would push to the dark recesses of her mind because they were not supposed to be there in the first place, she thought. She had to mentally tell herself not to stare, had to convince herself that her heart rate didn’t increase, had to convince herself she was. Not. Like. That. Not for a girl, dammit. It was wrong, it was against nature, and everyone would hate her. Her lovely social status would fly out the window. Enter alcohol. Alcohol- drinking until she couldn’t think straight at all, until she couldn’t remember any sort of impulses or feelings or terrifying thoughts. Yeah, her head would throb in the morning but at least then she could focus on that sensation and –there you have it- another distraction from her thoughts. It was easy this way, being cold, dark, and discriminating and being surrounded by the right people, and then getting lost in drugs and alcohol. So easy, that one morning during her fourth year she didn’t wake up for her first class.

She was rushed to St. Mungo’s after one of her roommates found her still passed out on her bed. She was okay, but her parents were furious. Never mind that their daughter almost died- Gamp’s didn’t do this sort of thing. What would they say? Should they plead temporary insanity for the young witch, or would that look just as bad? In the end, they didn’t say much of anything; Reinhold and Emelda simply put her under lockdown within their house and hired expensive and cultured tutors to help set the girl straight so she could start her fifth year back at Hogwarts as if nothing had ever happened. And so she did.

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