Physical Description: She wouldn't consider herself pretty. In reality, she hates the mirror as much as she hates her mother. A lot. In her eyes, what reflects back is hideous. Dead brown hair that has flat waves. Her eyes are the ugliest shade of brown with lips that are dry and pale. And it doesn't help much with her family. They never call her pretty or beautiful. In fact the closest thing to pretty shes been called is pretty stupid by her sister. But what other people see and wont admit is someone of pure beauty. Her hair in fact is a dark brown that has waves in it. Wrapping around her shoulders like a cascading waterfall, its thick and full. Her eyes are a beautiful hazel, with eyelashes that are just right for her. Her lips are full and red. Classic beauty really.
Mental Description: Angry and hatred filled Willow. Mentally, you could say she's strong. Physically too but most sports takes a strong mentality. And the ones she joined to avoid being home definitely requires a strong mentality for pushing herself. But in reality she this weak child that craves love and attention from her parents. She's very insecure about herself. Confident in fighting, she's very unconfident in public and around people.

Biography: Willow was an angry child. She was born with the hatred of the world. Perhaps this was because of her family. Being stuck with six older siblings and only one older sister, she wasn’t very happy. And after all her family hates her too. No matter how hard they try, her mother really, they could never seem in control of her. Especially when shes home. At school, she could be described as smart, quick thinking, clever, sharp, and ill-tempered. She was very fast to react and to be angry. She hated being embarrassed especially if she's wrong. Fights have been a constant thing with her. Fights with her parents, siblings, or peers her age and older. At home, her father ignores her, with her sister too. No matter how hard she has tried she has never been anything to him but a girl. Sports she could excel at, including any combat sports, but always with her father its been "Thats good, for a girl." She hated it. She grew to despise her father while at the same time yearning for his attention. Perhaps if once, just once if he tore his attention form his sons and gave at least a little to his younger, maybe none of this might've happened. But of course, you can't lay all the blame down onto one parent. If she despised her father, she hated her mother beyond words.

Her mother as a role model was terrible. In Willows eyes, a rock would've mothered her better than her own mother. Her mother rarely talked to willow other than to lecture her about the way she is. The only thing she has learned from this witch was that love isn't real. Her mother sits there quietly as she takes the blows from her fathers anger. No matter how much he would hurt her, she sat there quietly and took it all. But as Willow, grew and grew to hate her, her mother also hated her for a reason.
First Instance of Magic: The name, Devil's Child originated from her mother. After all she was the first to witness Willow's incidental magic. Around the age of 3 she was being dropped off at daycare. Now, she despised daycare. Daycare was torture for her. The children there constantly screamed yelled pushed and pulled. Even at three Willow disliked it and would rather spend her time alone by herself. On the way there, she declared that she didn't want to go. Her mother ignored this statement. Irritated by this, she said it louder. Her mother continued to ignore her. Hurt and offended by this, the young three year old, silently cried. Once they got there, her mother took her out of the car. A few feet from the door, Willow abruptly stopped. "Mamma I don't wanna go!" She shouted. Her mother, looked around quite embarrassed before putting on a display for everyone else to see. Bending down she mad it look like she was consoling her daughter. In reality her mothers tone was filled with hate as she fiercely whispered to her. "You WIll go." SHe attempted to keep walking with her, until Willow yanked her hand out of hers. "IM NOT GOING!" She screamed. Suddenly, the doors slammed shut, shattering the windows. Screams filled the area as people raced to avoid the rain of glass. Willow stood there calmly, slightly shaken from what she did. Her mothers faced was filled with hatred and fear, as she scooped up her daughter and threw her into the backseat. "You spawn of Satan! Devils Child!" And those were the last words her ma spoken to her that day.