Eleonora Charles Moreno

character basics.

name: Eleonora Charles Moreno 

nickname: Elle, Ellie 

age: 35

gender: Female 

ethnicity: Caucasian 

nationality: She has a dual nationality with Britain and France 

pronouns: She / Her 

education: Beauxbatons 

occupation: Pizza Shop Owner 

hometown: She grew up in multiple places. Her mother & step-father lived in Paris while her Father lived in England. She also visited her grandparents place in Italy quite often. 

current location: London, England 

affiliation: Pur Societatis 

blood status: Pureblood

character appearance:

face claim: Krysten Ritter 

height: 5′9″ 

weight: around 132 lbs 

hair colour: black 

eye colour: Green 

dominant hand: Left 

distinguishing features: sharp jawline, green eyes 

magical extras.

patronus: a cat

wand:

boggart: Herself 

hogwarts house ( if your character didn’t attend which house would they have been in if they had): Ravenclaw 

amortentia: rain, cigarettes && a perfume scent she can’t quite place

personality.

positive traits: Selfless & Stoic 

negative traits: Pessimistic & Blunt 

goals/desires: To become more sure of herself and speak her mind. To stand up for herself. 

fears: That one day she’ll truly stop caring about everything. 

mbti: ISTP - T

hobbies: Reading, jogging, 

habits: smoking, drinking, swearing, biting her lip 

character development.

q1. what are your thoughts on the charity, pur societatis, created to rebuild the wizarding world after the terror of he-who-must-not-be-named?

“I think people need to give it a chance.” She said, the lie flowing quite easily from her mouth. “They haven’t done anything particularly suspicious or deserving of people’s distrust yet.” Truthfully Elle thought that it was all a bunch of bullshit but that wasn’t something she could say just anywhere. 

q2. why did you choose to become a [ Pizza Shop Owner]?

“It was mostly a spur of the moment decision. I needed to do something to pay my bills and it seemed easy enough. I chose pizza because it’s something a lot of people like so I figured it’d be easy to sell.” Elle shrugged. 

q3. do you feel safer now that he-who-must-not-be-named is dead? or do you believe he is still out there? 

“Oh he’s definitely dead, we’re totally safe.” The sarcasm dripped from her voice heavily but she didn’t voice her actual thoughts. How she thought it was unlikely he was dead that easily. How she thought that even if he was, someone was bound to take his place. So many people shared his ideals and they were bound to act on it. 

Personality: 

Eleonora has never been one to beat around the bush. In school she was often in trouble for making unnecessary comments. Usually the comments came across as snarky and sarcastic. She was never good at sugar-coating her words, even if she knew it would hurt someone’s feelings. Perhaps it was because she was so used to her own being hurt that she found it only fair if she wasn’t the only one in pain. 

Never expecting much of herself or other people, she has low expectations for how things will turn out. Elle figures that if she doesn’t get her hopes up then she won’t get disappointed. Of course that’s not how it plays out, oftentimes she herself feeling the most upset when promises are broken or plans go wrong. A part of her still holding onto what she considers ‘silly ideals’. 

As much as Elle would hate to admit it, she’s painfully aware of other people’s thoughts and opinions. If she feels a friend is uncomfortable, she makes some excuse for both of them to leave, taking all the blame on herself. Overly considerate of other people and oftentimes becoming fond of those she finds the most troublesome. By troublesome she means the energetic, outgoing type who are exhausting to be around. As well as those she found to be similar to herself. Other purebloods who held thoughts and opinions different from what had been expected of them. She found herself wanting to help them and support them. Even if she was unable to stick up for herself she couldn’t help but to cheer on those who were braver than her. 

Aesthetic: 

Biker boots and leather jackets, the scent of cigarettes mixed with rain. Late nights into early morning jogs. Pizza shops and bars. Lingering eyes, hidden glances with unspoken feelings and held back words. 

Headcannons: 

Boggart: Herself. Or rather, a version of herself that she doesn’t recognize. Someone cruel who hurts others and leaves people behind without remorse. The kind of person she believes herself to be turning into. 

Patronus: Something she’s never even attempted, terrified that she won’t be able to even produce one. If she tried though, she would find that she would currently only be capable of creating an incorporeal patronus. One day if it’s ever able to take shape, a cat would be produced. 

Sexuality: Elle is fairly positive that she’s a lesbian but is in the closet. If she came out then that would spell trouble for her family, as well as the man she’s currently engaged too. Plus she’s not currently involved with anyone so she believes that it’s fine to pretend as if she likes men since the only one getting hurt is herself. 

Eleonora is fluent in Italian, English and French. Though her English does have a slight Italian accent and she has a habit of cursing or ranting in French if she gets particularly angry. She’s also conversational in Russian but definitely would not consider herself fluent. She’s often found herself being used as a translator for friends and family members while traveling, even with languages she’s unfamiliar with. She can get by when speaking to someone who only speaks Spanish or Portuguese due to her knowledge in English and Italian but it is slightly more difficult. Languages are one of the only skills she considers herself to have and actually be quite good at. 

Even though it was something that was supposed to be a secret, almost everyone knows that Eleonora’s step-father is not her real father. Whether it’s her grandparents referring to her as the ‘bastard’, her mother making snide comments about her dark hair or even her step-father’s remarks of ‘if you were my daughter’. They all had their own ways of reminding her that she was a mistake and they’re not shy about where they make the comments either.