Reyna Alvarado

##### Positives

> ● *Confident.* When people see her, they tend to step out of her way. She's the one people wouldn't want to play 'chicken' with, because she would win. She steps into a room and people stare as the confidence comes off of her in waves.
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> ● *Responsible.* She's very organized and detailed, and keeps a schedule for herself. She likes to have control, and responsibility gives her that.
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> ● *Leader.* She's a natural leader, and will frequently take on leadership roles, even when others might think she's underqualified. People listen to her because she's very certain in what she says and honestly, she's a little bit scary.
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> ● *Attentive.* She didn't get so far up on the Queen Bee status by not paying attention. Reyna knows more about people than people seem to know about themselves. She knows who to talk to, who to avoid, and who isn't worth her time. She knows likes and dislikes, and she definitely knows if you've worn that dress before.
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> ● *Sentimental.* A bit on her soft side, she is rather sentimental, though she is careful not to show this. She keeps a box of photos close to her, and the teddy bear that is always laid to rest on her pillow is from her grandfather before he passed away. A lot of the jewelry she has comes with special stories that she doesn't share.
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##### Negatives

> ● *Manipulative.* One doesn't get far in life unless they're willing to manipulate the people around them. She can pull out those big old crocodile tears when she needs them and can play vulnerable when she needs to get what she wants.
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> ● *Bossy.* Reyna really, really, really likes to tell people what to do. It comes with being a leader, of course. She's very demanding.
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> ● *Materialistic.* Is it really such a bad thing to like nice things? She likes expensive things, and she likes being around people that also like expensive things.
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> ● *Mean.* She has perfected the art of subtle meanness. While some might not see her as mean, others can't see how you think she's possibly nice. Let's be real. Certain people are definitely not at the top like she is, and they never will be. She can be catty, though. It comes with living at an all-girls school. What do you expect?
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> ● *Judging.* Reyna judges everyone around her as if she were born to do it. It's just embarrassing when a person is looking like they just got out of bed or they're sucking up to all of the wrong people.
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#### History

##### Early Years

> They don’t know you. No one does. You were born the second child to two very loving, successful parents who dotted on you like the beautiful daughter that you were. You visited your paternal grandparents every other weekend, and your maternal grandparents once or twice a month. They spoiled you rotten, giving you everything you could ever want as they didn’t want their children to want for anything. You were going to have a better life than they had, as that was what parents always seemed to wish for their children. Your father grew up with nothing and worked his way to the top, procuring a prominent position within the Australian Ministry, working side-by-side with the Minister for Magic. He worked frequently, but always made it home for dinner and had time to build things and have fake tea parties with you and your brother.
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> Your mother, a muggle, felt completely out of her element most of the time, but was amazed. She was amazing and took the world by storm. A successful attorney who started her own firm, she was a woman that could do it all. You and your brother frequently played in a back room of her office while she did her work with her clients. You were taught from a young age that magic was not something you talked about when you were outside of your home and in the muggle world, because some secrets were better kept for the family. You liked feeling like you had a super-secret ‘secret’ with your family, all while wishing for the day that you could go away and learn more about magic. Your mother said she wasn’t blessed with magic like your father was, but that it only made you and your brother more special. You had the best of both worlds, even if it was annoying when they made you do some homeschooling.
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> You were bright as a child, and frequently followed after your brother everywhere. At some point, it annoyed him a lot, but you didn’t care. He was your big brother and you wanted to do everything with him. Sometimes, he was nice to you, and sometimes, he was around his friends, and they were more annoying than he was. Finally, you stopped following after him as your interests changed. You didn’t want to be throwing rocks at trash cans or seeing who could spit the farthest. Instead, you took to dancing, taking up the classes that your mother set for you. When you weren’t dancing, you were painting (sometimes, things you weren’t supposed to be painting, but you can’t be perfect all of the time). In truth, you liked the attention that dancing brought you, and you favored the solitude that painting brought you. It was a way to express all of the secrets that you learned to not tell over the years.
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##### School Years

> The days were lonely when your brother was off at Mahoutokoro. Your parents started to be busier and busier, but they still made sure they didn’t forget about you. You saw them less and less, but they bought you more and more. It was supposed to be a fair trade, but you didn’t see it that way. You soon went off to WANDA, the only school that your parents wanted for you because it was a rough time to be a woman and being surrounded by other women was sure to keep you safe. It was bizarre to you, but it wasn’t you that they needed to worry about. Your brother went off to hang out with his friends one vacation and he never returned. No amount of magic, and no amount of muggle searching, ever brought him home again.
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> You cried for days. The days turned to weeks, the weeks turned to months, and still, your brother was missing. You watched as your perfect family broke apart in such a short time. Your parents were either arguing or not talking. Your father took to drinking away his problems and you had to help him wash up more than once when you found him passed out in his own vomit. Your mother worked and worked and worked, and you barely saw her around. You were only 13, and already, so sick of life.
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> School was your safe haven, so you made it work for you. They didn’t know your brother, so you found that here, you could be whoever you wanted. You took control of the one thing that you could. You found how easy it was to rise to the top because you had watched your mother do it so frequently when you were younger. You learned how to command a room without even saying anything, because if you walked and talked like you knew what you wanted, then people seemed to listen. The power made you feel good about yourself, and it gave you some of the power you felt you lost when your brother disappeared. Your heart was broken, but pretending it wasn’t was easier to navigate than you thought.
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> At school, you were a force to reckon with. You were a part of the student council, taking part in giving opinions because you loved to give your opinion on things. It was the only way to actually change things. You participated in quidditch, though you would have your brother to thank for that. He was the one that dreamt of being a keeper one day, not you. You took his dream because someone had to live it.
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> You came home and your mom and dad sat you down to tell you something important. You thought it was about your brother – you hoped it was about your brother. Instead, your mother found out that she had early on-set Alzheimer’s. She hadn’t wanted you to worry but she had been concerned about something going on for a while now, assuming it had just been because of her grief over your brother. Life was going to change even more now, but you couldn’t even begin to guess just how much.
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> Anytime at home, it felt like it was worse than the last one as you watched your mother change from the woman you knew, to being someone that had to be dependent on others. You frequently helped out with your mom as your dad continued to spiral in his drinking. He was let go from his job, though you knew that meant he had been fired. Your mother was no longer working, and now, life was about working on the savings that they had built over the years. You did whatever you could to earn some money, working every hour possible, and then coming home and helping your mother as she continued to go through harsh mood swings.
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> It was June 27th, just a day after your break started, when you went to visit your grandparents after a harsh argument with your dad. You couldn’t talk to him when he was drunk more than he wasn’t, and he couldn’t see that you were hurting, too. Sometimes, it was nice to get away from magic for a while, so off into the muggle world you went, not knowing just what the day had in store for you. You didn’t expect to be laughing along with your grandfather one minute and then trying to catch him as he clutched at his chest and fell down. You didn’t expect this to be the last time you saw your grandfather, and you didn’t expect to be helping to plan a funeral before you went back to school. You didn’t expect any of this, and quite frankly, you didn’t think you deserved it, either.
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> It was a bit of a relief to you to hear about the tournament, because it was a chance to not be home longer. More than that, though. There was a chance to earn more money, if only you could get selected and win. You had to get selected. That hefty prize was the only thing you could concern yourself with. Deep down, though, there was a part of you that wanted to be home with your parents, because you knew you had to help them out. If you didn’t get to participate, then you needed to graduate so that you could start working. Too many concerns were stuck in your mind, so you focus only on the things that you can control.
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> You get ready to continue your school year at Hogwarts, as weird as it is. But, you know how it goes. You knew exactly what to do, because you had been doing it for years. Head held high, shoulders back, and walk and talk in a way to get everything that you want because you’re tired of the things you can’t control.
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##### Post-School Years

> You've decided there needs to be a change in your life. You graduated, and you were tired of having to be the adult in your relationship with your parents, so you did the only thing that you could think of - you stayed. You stayed in the U.K. and you made a plan for yourself because you were going to find your success once and for all. All of that started with your brother, though. It never sat right that he was never found, and you knew how crazy it sounded that it was driving you crazy. You did the only thing that you could think of - you joined as a secretary at a Private Investigator's place. You did your research, and they seemed like the type that would do what it took to find your brother, but you had to know them first. Everything took time, and you weren't going to trust just anyone. In fact, you weren't sure that you ever would - so instead, you figured you'd learn enough about what they do that you could find your brother yourself. You didn't need anyone to help you, and it didn't matter how many bridges you burned to get your end-goal.
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### Connections

#### Family

> None on site as of yet.
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###### Friends

> Work in progress.
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###### Romance

> None yet.
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###### Enemies

> Surprisingly none.
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