Physical Description:

Evangeline Rose Fleetwood is a small delicate looking girl; with long honey blonde hair that cascades down her back in soft waves. But that really depends on the day, sometimes she wakes up with hair that is as straight as can be. She usually wears it loose, or in braids tied with pale yellow ribbons. Her blue eyes are warm with gold flecks, and freckles are scattered over her nose and cheeks, making her look perpetually sun-kissed.
She has a fair complexion, rosy cheeks and a natural gentle expression which makes her look kind and approachable. Evangeline has a weakness for soft, cozy clothing. She loves oversized knit cardigans, floral skirts, long dresses and warm sweaters and anything of a soft cream or butter-yellow shade.

Mental Description:
Evangeline is soft spoken, kind hearted and very sympathetic. She notices the things that most wouldn’t. When flowers are dying. When someone needs comfort without asking for it. Never shy with new people!
She has a gentle, dreamy personality and is comfortable in quiet places like libraries, greenhouses and a rainy afternoons beside a fireplace.
She's insecure, but her mind is quietly determined.
She works very hard and believes in the power of small acts of care and compassion.
She is strongest in her love of books and her garden. She overthinks and doubts herself, which is her biggest flaw.

Biography:

Evangeline Rose Fleetwood was born into the old pureblood family of the Fleetwoods. A family known for their warmth and herbologic talent, not power or status. She was brought up in a snug little cottage, clothed in ivy, set in the English countryside, near London, surrounded by enchanted gardens and vast greenhouses of magical flowers.

Her father, Theodore Fleetwood was a Herbologist, and spent most of his days taking care of rare plants. Her mother, Rosalie Fleetwood, was a talented apothecary who brewed potions and healing tonics from herbs grown in their own gardens.
Evangeline spent much of her childhood helping her parents in the greenhouse, picking flowers, reading fairy tales by the fireplace and wandering through wildflower fields with her cat, Faye.

First Instance of Magic:

One winter morning when Evangeline was only 7 years old, a sudden frost descended on Evangeline’s gardens and destroyed most of the flowers Evangeline had been nursing with care for weeks. Heartbroken, she ran outside crying and knelt beside the frozen flowers, clutching one withered blossom in her hands.
"I'm sorry," she whispered softly. “I didn’t want you getting hurt.”
A sudden heat coursed through her fingertips.
A glow of soft golden light shimmered about her hands, the frost melting slowly away.
One by one every flower began to raise their heads to the sky. White petals were blooming all over the flowerbed and little butterflies were flying around her in the cold winter air.
When her parents ran outside after noticing the sudden change from the greenhouse windows, they found Evangeline sitting in the middle of a circle of fully blossomed daisies glowing softly in the morning light.