Physical Description: He is 143cm tall and weight 45kg. He has black hair that he always keep at a short buzz cut. He is fawn of skin, like the egyptian statues. His eyes are black, very. His eyebrows are low and full, but not thick nor thin. his nose is average but strait, and his lips. He is athletic, very. for his age, he is already developped, mostly his shoulders and core. but under clothes, he looks just like a child.

Mental Description: He is just, righteous, hardworking and determined. He is polite and never raises his voice. He rarely initiates a conversation or creeate new friends, but when spoken too is very friendly, never refuses to help and is a good communicator. But the thing that he is best as is: he is very perceptive. he is ovservant, astute and discerning. He has the curiosity and observation of a mentalist, just not the charisma.

Biography: His biological parents are simple Mogles, with their own lives and simply did not want the responsibility of raising him. He knows them. His mother is a nurse who enjoys living freely with tendency to have frequent short relationships. She has egyptian roots. His father is flight attendant of Irakian origin. They decided by phone to simply put him through the system and quickly found a foster home that needed the money. He grew up in a foster home. To a family of 3. They were kind, but rarely spoke to him besides tasks. They tended to his basic needs, but not more. They homeschooled. It was easier for them. He grew up as an easy child, with not much asking and always listend. That made his foster parent not worry and mostley they spent time with the other kids who were more... vibrant. but when he first encountered magic, this is where he changed. Warry of what might happen next, he spent time more in isolation, training and reading, developping his mind to be ready to takle the unknown.

First Instance of Magic: at seven years old. By nature he hates injustice. He was at the parc playing with a ball. Two bullies appeared and took his ball. They started playing and pushing him away. Then they beat him up. Syill hurt and on the ground, they continued playing while he burned with anger and longued for justice. One of the bully tried to kick the ball, full force then screamed. He broke his foot and blood was heavely spilled... the ball turned into a rock!!! Sifr saw it with his own eyes. He froze. What happend. How is it possible. It wasn't his imagination either. The pain from the bully and blood was real. The rest unflolded quickely. Then ambulance came to pick up the kid and the explanation seemed nonsense to the adult. Later that night, Sifr realized something: there are things, unknown, and far greater in this life. Uncommon things, unpredicteable things. Uknown things you can't just explain to people. And that unknown terrified him.