Physical Description:4 feet and 4 inches tall, gangly limbs, wide bright smile, and brown eyes so dark they look black.I have pale skin and dark brown hair to the small of my back.

Mental Description: I have a kind of positive mental mindset over all, I don’t tend to think too bad about myself or others, but if I don’t like you I don’t like you. I’m known to get into physical fights sometimes if it’s for what I consider a good cause, and I’ll hold a grudge forever.

Biography: My entire life, I assumed I was ordinary expat for one mishap when I was 9. I was kind of shy if I didn’t know you, but once we’re friends I’ll open up to you. I live with my single mother and grandmother, who always made sure I had everything I needed to get good grades and a healthy lifestyle. But right after I turned 11, a letter showed up at our flat, to tell me I am a witch whose magic comes from my father’s side. I never knew this because he left my mother a few months after she got pregnant with me. Now, instead of heading to regular school, I'm packing my trunk, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’m actually going to a real magic school.

First Instance of Magic: When I was 9, I got extremely mad at one of the bullies in our class for completely ruining my art project, I accidentally caused the legs of his chair to break off. Luckily, he never mentioned it.