Santiago Corvesso | Fifth Year | Floranti
Posted: 16 Aug 2025, 07:52
BASIC INFORMATION.
APTITUDES.
FIRST INSTANCE OF ACCIDENTAL MAGIC.
FULL NAME:
Santiago Corvesso
NICKNAME:
Santi
AGE & YEAR:
Fifteen & Fifth
BIRTHDAY
May 24th, 2010
BLOOD STATUS:
Half-Blood
RESIDENCE:
Tenby, Wales
NATIONALITY:
Welsh
ETHNICITY:
½ Italian & ½ Welsh
WAND:
TBD
PATRONUS:
Incorporeal
HOUSE:
Floranti
FACE CLAIM:
Michael Cimino
ORIGIN:
Balanced
PENNED BY:
Van
PHYSIQUE
INTELLIGENCE
CHARISMA
09
07
05
SPIRIT
AGILITY
SORCERY
09
09
07
There is nothing more telling of who Santiago Corvesso is than the smell of tossed fertilizer against soil aching for the touch of rooting seeds. He's the sound of a crooning hippogriff leaning into a wizard's touch while eyelids shut in the safety of a teenager radiating kindness. He's not known much for his words but by his actions — deliberate, dutiful, and committed to the radical idea of frenzied growth. While preferring the solitude of his garden, he's been feeling the forceful push from others into socializing. Despite his constant muffled complaints, Santi is unearthing what it means to be in community with others.
APPEARANCE.
Standing at a proper 5'8", Santi's most prominent feature was the callouses on his hand from the physical work he did with the plants and animals. Sure, he used magic too, but there was something about the physicality that he enjoyed. The teenager's hair fell right to his eyebrows and coiled nicely into smooth curly dark locks that often looked a little disheveled.
He was a teenager through and through, voice shifting into its puberty range as little hiccups and cracks still found its way out while his body shifted too from adolescence into something stronger, firmer with harder edges. His face melted most of his baby fat, but his darkened eyes always remained kind and considerate. Santi had a very prominent beauty mark against his right cheek as strands of baby facial hair slowly began to find its way onto his chin.
Santi doesn't have much style, it wasn't something he ever cared much about. Most of what he wore (the necklaces, the collared shirts, the pants) all came from his parent's eagle eyes of wanting him to look the part of a proper Broom company heir. If it was up to him, he'd wear overalls or cargo pants for the extra storage. He will always prefer comfy and cozy over style, but he is learning how to take better care of himself thanks to a certain Mercatorian.
He was a teenager through and through, voice shifting into its puberty range as little hiccups and cracks still found its way out while his body shifted too from adolescence into something stronger, firmer with harder edges. His face melted most of his baby fat, but his darkened eyes always remained kind and considerate. Santi had a very prominent beauty mark against his right cheek as strands of baby facial hair slowly began to find its way onto his chin.
Santi doesn't have much style, it wasn't something he ever cared much about. Most of what he wore (the necklaces, the collared shirts, the pants) all came from his parent's eagle eyes of wanting him to look the part of a proper Broom company heir. If it was up to him, he'd wear overalls or cargo pants for the extra storage. He will always prefer comfy and cozy over style, but he is learning how to take better care of himself thanks to a certain Mercatorian.
PERSONALITY.
Like the budding spring, Santiago was a pure optimist through and through. It was something ingrained within his DNA and he gave himself wholly and willingly even when others tried to dissuade him from offering his kindness to those who may not be deserving. He believed in community and thought that there was absolutely a place for everyone to thrive if given the chance and opportunity to find their place. It wasn't a belief he was loud about but Santi remained steadfast throughout his time at Penwick at offering a hand or an ear to anyone who seemed to be in need.
Some people considered the boy soft, naive, or ignorant, but that's because they were shaped by the harshness of the world. It was a tough place, the frigid winter could destroy everything, if people didn't go into it prepared. And that's something Santiago stayed ready for, he was a thinker and usually had dozens of milled ingredients as a just in case. It's why he loved horticulture and animal husbandry, there was so much that plants and animals could teach the Wizarding World if they only listened.
Santiago loved to be in his own little world with the bees, the bugs, and the beetles. Sure, he had friends and socialized, but he preferred his moments of solitude where he could be outside in the green house tending to a garden and learning more about the diverse magical plants with the dream of learning as much as he could. What he'd do with that knowledge? Santi wasn't certain, but he was more focused on the journey than the destination.
Some people considered the boy soft, naive, or ignorant, but that's because they were shaped by the harshness of the world. It was a tough place, the frigid winter could destroy everything, if people didn't go into it prepared. And that's something Santiago stayed ready for, he was a thinker and usually had dozens of milled ingredients as a just in case. It's why he loved horticulture and animal husbandry, there was so much that plants and animals could teach the Wizarding World if they only listened.
Santiago loved to be in his own little world with the bees, the bugs, and the beetles. Sure, he had friends and socialized, but he preferred his moments of solitude where he could be outside in the green house tending to a garden and learning more about the diverse magical plants with the dream of learning as much as he could. What he'd do with that knowledge? Santi wasn't certain, but he was more focused on the journey than the destination.
BIOGRAPHY.
It was a hot, sticky night when Santiago made his way into the world without much of a noise while his mother screamed her head off at the forty-eight hour labor. Santi was quite comfortable where he was and like most things, he liked to stick to where he felt the coziest.
Born as the youngest child to Giovanni and Alys (née Cadogan) Corvesso, he was the newest heir to the racing broom legacy that had been in their family for generations. Both his parents were a part of the company and the gleam that their father had while looking at Rafael (the eldest) was something Santiago noticed fairly quickly in his young life. Their papà didn't care about the drawings that Santi had been conjuring up or his little earth worm friends, but when Rafael charmed an adult or made them look good — the man radiated in sweltering pride.
Lucky for Santiago, he was cut from a different cloth and hardly cared if it meant he could dig in his little garden and play with their family cat. The boy has had a soft spot for plants and animals and it showed through his adolescence as he hadn't made many friends outside of his father's colleague's kids who still felt Santi was weird when he didn't want to play pretend Quidditch.
They had staff who tended to him, who didn't mind asking Santi how he felt or what he wanted to do and helped to grow the spark of curiosity that the youngest clearly had.
Until it all changed when Rafael seemingly disappeared.
He hadn't seen much of his brother, regardless, but it seemed like he really disappeared and simply vanished from any scrying efforts. It was the late night conversations, the stress, and the crying that really had Santi's heart hurting for his parents. Rafa was his brother, but did that mean anything if they never spent much time together?
His parents' gaze quickly shifted to Santiago a year before school started and they hired private tutors, a speech coach, anyone and anything that could get him out of his shell and become the heir that they needed to have for the company to continue another generation. It wasn't enough as Santi simply buckled under the pressure and wedged his own divide between him and his parents.
Getting accepted into Penwick was truly his biggest blessing where he could finally just do what he wanted to do without the strings attached. Of course, his parents were adamant about their course correcting, but for whatever reason, Santi's sense of self was far too big to let anyone dissuade what he wanted to do.
Penwick was a breath of fresh air. A place where he found like-minded students who were actually interested in what he was. A girl who actually liked him for who he was and wasn't actively trying to change him (too much). And well, a brother who had begun teaching there but, they hardly bothered one another and Santi wasn't trying to open up a whole can of worms while still trying to fend off his parents.
Now in his fifth year, he's started to seriously think about his next steps while still enjoying all that Penwick has to offer.
Born as the youngest child to Giovanni and Alys (née Cadogan) Corvesso, he was the newest heir to the racing broom legacy that had been in their family for generations. Both his parents were a part of the company and the gleam that their father had while looking at Rafael (the eldest) was something Santiago noticed fairly quickly in his young life. Their papà didn't care about the drawings that Santi had been conjuring up or his little earth worm friends, but when Rafael charmed an adult or made them look good — the man radiated in sweltering pride.
Lucky for Santiago, he was cut from a different cloth and hardly cared if it meant he could dig in his little garden and play with their family cat. The boy has had a soft spot for plants and animals and it showed through his adolescence as he hadn't made many friends outside of his father's colleague's kids who still felt Santi was weird when he didn't want to play pretend Quidditch.
They had staff who tended to him, who didn't mind asking Santi how he felt or what he wanted to do and helped to grow the spark of curiosity that the youngest clearly had.
Until it all changed when Rafael seemingly disappeared.
He hadn't seen much of his brother, regardless, but it seemed like he really disappeared and simply vanished from any scrying efforts. It was the late night conversations, the stress, and the crying that really had Santi's heart hurting for his parents. Rafa was his brother, but did that mean anything if they never spent much time together?
His parents' gaze quickly shifted to Santiago a year before school started and they hired private tutors, a speech coach, anyone and anything that could get him out of his shell and become the heir that they needed to have for the company to continue another generation. It wasn't enough as Santi simply buckled under the pressure and wedged his own divide between him and his parents.
Getting accepted into Penwick was truly his biggest blessing where he could finally just do what he wanted to do without the strings attached. Of course, his parents were adamant about their course correcting, but for whatever reason, Santi's sense of self was far too big to let anyone dissuade what he wanted to do.
Penwick was a breath of fresh air. A place where he found like-minded students who were actually interested in what he was. A girl who actually liked him for who he was and wasn't actively trying to change him (too much). And well, a brother who had begun teaching there but, they hardly bothered one another and Santi wasn't trying to open up a whole can of worms while still trying to fend off his parents.
Now in his fifth year, he's started to seriously think about his next steps while still enjoying all that Penwick has to offer.
FIRST INSTANCE OF ACCIDENTAL MAGIC.
It happened after Rafa returned home after what felt like him being gone for forever. Santi wasn't much older than five or six, bouncing on the balls of his feet to actually have a moment to talk to his big brother. He hadn't really known the man and at first impression the man was tall — like papà.
One thing led to another and it seemed like they were about to clash.
Well, with a surprise ding from the oven, Santi seemed to have magically conjured the smell of chocolate chip cookies into the room. What was his intention? The boy wasn't entirely sure but appreciated the reprieve from confrontation. Still to this day, he'd rather avoid it at all cost.
One thing led to another and it seemed like they were about to clash.
Well, with a surprise ding from the oven, Santi seemed to have magically conjured the smell of chocolate chip cookies into the room. What was his intention? The boy wasn't entirely sure but appreciated the reprieve from confrontation. Still to this day, he'd rather avoid it at all cost.