Physical Description: Madelyn's heart-shaped face is framed by long, wispy chestnut locks that are dusted with streaks of caramel in the sunlight beneath which she spends a great deal of time. Her dark, straight brows have a melancholy set to them that would overshadow her expression if it were not for the fact that her lips are almost constantly upturned in laughter or exuberant elation. But there are times when one might see that she is not merely a carefree child; when excitement fades and the young girl turns thoughtful and quiet, her bright blue gaze grows distant and darkens nearly to a stormy grey.

Mental Description: Madelyn is naturally inquisitive and adventurous, her curiosity leading seamlessly to investigation and exploration. Her father possesses much of the same qualities and eagerly curated her love of discovery by inviting his daughter along on his own self-motivated intellectual journeys. While prone to getting into minor scrapes, Madelyn hardly minds or notices when her single-minded enthusiasm overtakes her. Her unawareness of such things in her periphery provides her the confidence to press onward without hesitation, inviting anyone nearby along for the adventure. Yet, her lack of awareness also makes her slow to notice or mind the opinions of those around her. Consequently, she may seem insensitive to others at times, though it is not her intention. Despite her earnestness, Madelyn is still prone to occasional melancholy that detaches her from her surrounding reality and casts her mind far off.

Biography: Born in the pastoral landscape of Wales, Madelyn had a peaceful and simplistically ordinary life growing up on her family's modest cottage and parcel of land. She went to school with the local children and frequented their neighboring properties for everything from helping with chores to dining at their supper tables. Neighbors and mothers of friends invited her often, taking pity on a young girl who had nearly grown up motherless. Their intentions were as honest as they were nosey, doubting how the eccentric Mr. Edevane could raise a little girl alone. But Madelyn liked returning to her father at home best, enjoying their exploratory treks into the verdant meadows as much as their quiet hours beside the hearth together. If Mr. Edevane was a wizard, he never let on any sign that he was capable of anything magical, except the usual kind that parents choose to delight their children with - surprise trinkets appearing on birthday mornings, a living room transformed into a whimsical tent, and so on.

But such trifling notions of magic were fated to come to an end eventually: the year that Madelyn was to turn eleven, Mr. Edevane handed his daughter an envelope addressed to her in elegant, sloping script with a solemn smile and heavy heart.

First Instance of Magic: The flowers around the Edevane cottage and property, particularly atop the late Mrs. Edevane's burial grounds, bloomed excessively late into the winter and even the first snow after Madelyn's mother passed that autumn.