Rohesia is a sweet girl who thinks before she speaks and watches a room from her entry before participating. She may appear to be shy but actually has no issue with being social, she would rather speak with people than try to garner attention through being loid and raucous. Rohesia is also the kind of person who likes to analyze things and to know the mechanisms by which they work, from understanding a tough piece of homework or watching the people who are near her.
Her natural patience means that she rarely displays her temper and them often only by subconscious nervous gestures, adjusting the objects at a desk or over explaining something to herself. Rohesia dislikes being caught out or being unprepared, and is always carrying a couple of small notepads for things to remember, for things she notices, for little sketches and images. She likes to read, pressing the flowers she collects between the leaves of books and sitting, on wet afternoons, in libraries or small cafes with her parents.
Although outwardly serene, she has a subtle, dry sense of humour that will sometimes reveal itself with people that she has faith in. Rohesia tends to be too much of a perfectionist and too often frets about failing to live up to people's expectations, and particularly the expectations of people in positions of authority. Nevertheless, once she sets herself to a task, she is unshakable.

Rohesia is a shy, slightly willowy girl with the build and stature of an twelve year old, though she is actually eleven years of age and about four foot nine inches in height. She has pale, unblemished skin, save for the faintest scatter of freckles across her nose and the apples of her cheeks, most pronounced in the summer, and naturally wavy, blonde hair which is usually tied back so it is out of her face while reading.
She has quiet gray-blue eyes that tend to look rather absentminded or pensive, especially when they are fixed upon a problem. She used to suffer from nearsightedness but her parents cured it with magic.
Rohesia likes her clothes tidy and a little dated, in the form of wool cardigans, collared blouses, plain dark skirts, and polished shoes, usually in a dark color, such as dark green, navy blue, or brown. Over her shoulder she usually carries an overstuffed leather satchel, full of books, folded parchment, and other stray notes she forgot to tidy away.
Rohesia is an English native from London. She is a full blooded witch who is from a known magical family and holds close ties to the British wizarding community. She was raised in a magical household by two magical parents who did not come from powerful or influential families. Her mother is a magical archivist in charge of preserving old documents and her father works for the Ministry at the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
Having grown up in the magical world, Rohesia has no knowledge of the Muggle world beyond bits and bobs she had overheard from cousins or read about in books. Muggle gadgets pique her curiosity as concepts, but they confuse her otherwise.
Rohesia experienced a secure childhood in which academic matters and love were dominant, although a strong emphasis was also put on behavior, good manners, and education within the family. From her early days, Rohesia was used to traveling extensively with her mother within book collections and archives which has fostered her taste for reading and research since childhood. After an unusual magical upbringing at home through teachers and within the family, Rohesia prepared to enter Hogwarts.
Despite not being the most athletic of people, Rohesia became interested in magical history, astronomy, and herbology many years before getting her Hogwarts letter and started the habit of writing almost everything she found interesting in her journals, a habit that her parents always nurtured.

Rohesia's accidental first showcase of magic happened at 7 years of age at her grandmother's house in London at a winter gathering.
The family had been talking around the dinner table for sometime while Rohesia tried to sketch a magical flower which she remembered from her surroundings on a piece of paper, but unfortunately, each time she added ink to the paper, the family members around her ended up smudging it, and after the 5th attempt, she crumpled the paper and threw it onto the table, only to find when she was on the verge of tears, that the paper unfolded and cleaned itself, then smoothed itself out and floated back down onto the table.
This made everyone stare in shock, especially Rohesia because she didn't know what happened. Her family soon put it down as childhood magic and took it as a first milestone.

She now lives with her parents in a peaceful part of London. Their house is long and thin, cozy, and lined with dusty books, botanical drawings, and unsorted records. it is a quiet and studious, rather traditional house rather than harsh.
Rohesia shares a small room looking out onto a tiny garden, where her mother cultivated magical herbs and creeping flowers. Most night consist of reading, copying letters to be practiced, and listening to a relative recount stories about magic.
And of course, the house is covered by magic so no muggles can see the magical stuff that goes on.