Physical Description: Wavy, dark chestnut hair reaching mid-waist, which Marcella prefers to wear in a braid. Wispy bangs lightly cover her forehead. Pale skin complements the slightly unusual yet refined features of her heart-shaped face. Dark-colored, almond-shaped wide eyes with an observant gaze.

Current height: 145 cm.
Adult height: 163 cm.

Mental Description: Marcella possesses a strong sense of duty; she views authority as a burden of obligation, leading her to avoid unnecessary responsibility whenever possible.

Above all, Marcella analyzes the consequences before taking action. This mindset is so deeply ingrained that it remains active even during moments of emotional stress. She always prioritizes awareness and preparation. Knowing what to expect, even if she cannot change the outcome, is paramount to her, as knowledge provides a sense of stability. Only on rare occasions will she allow herself to dive headfirst into a situation without a plan.

She is no stranger to laughter and sarcasm, particularly when in the company of those close to her. At times she may seem a little absent-minded and gentle, but at other times her gaze becomes sharper and heavier.

Marcella is primarily motivated by a desire to surround what she holds dear with love, a love she expresses through her sense of duty and small acts of service. She respects rules and agreements as the foundation of stability; at the same time, she views words and phrasing as tools, ones that should not be broken, yet can offer loopholes if one knows where to look.

She is shaped by a blend of empathy and a strives for rational thought. Marcella does not allow her feelings to overwhelm her to the point of losing control, yet she cannot imagine a life devoid of emotional warmth.

Biography: Marcella grew up in Clifden. Her father was a carpenter and her mother a homemaker; while the family had enough money for essentials, they certainly couldn't be considered wealthy.

Marcella spent her childhood running around with the local children, playing hopscotch, British Bulldog, and tag. Yet, for all that, she was too well-behaved to truly become part of any particular clique. She was an easy friend to have; thanks to her good reputation, parents were happy to let their children go anywhere as long as they were with Marcella. For this reason, not everyone here age liked her, but Marcella gave no grounds for hating her either, therefore, her relationships with her peers were friendly but distant. She often went to the beach, searching for seashells and pretty stones to add to her small collection.

On rare occasions, she would help her father by handing him tools, though he generally disliked having her around while he worked, fearing for her safety. Her mother, meanwhile, assigned her small, age-appropriate household chores. At first, Marcella used these moments to share the details of her life, as children often do, but she soon realized how frequently her mother worried over the slightest trifles. Gradually, Marcella became more guarded about the news she shared regarding her daily life.

She spent her weekends at the local library. She enjoyed stories about sorcerers, but she had little faith in their existence. Even if Marcella entertained fantasies about magic, she seriously doubted she would have been the one possessing that powers. Imagine her surprise when, during the summer of her eleventh year she found out she was a witch.

First Instance of Magic: When Marcella was eight years old, she decided to climb a tree. As often happens, she didn't notice herself climbing higher and higher until she was nearly at the very top. The initial rush of delight quickly faded when she realized she didn't know how to get down. Marcella peered down carefully to trace the path she had taken up. She soon realized she couldn't get a grip the way she had while ascending.

At one point, she misstepped into thin air and found herself dangling from a branch. The ground was a long way down. To her horror, she heard a cracking sound. She froze, afraid to move, but with no other choice, she quickly tried to grab a nearby branch. Before she could reach it, a sharp crackle deafened her, and she plummeted. A scream barely escaped her lips, when, to her surprise, the wind caught her in mid-air and set her gently on the ground, as if she were a leaf.