Born on the outskirts of Edinburgh she was a frail baby, keeping her small stature and lithe form well to her childhood. Standing at a whopping 4'8" she presents the possibly the least intimidating sight in the entire countryside. Her eyes are a misty grey- blue color, perfectly complimenting her pale skin and jet black hair that seemed to tumble on forever until it ended in small frayed circles in the middle of her back. Despite her frailty, she was the pride of her family name, no matter what she did it seemed like she could do no wrong, but that was only due to the fact that her parents were the only ones in the family to have a child. Naturally, in time her perception of reality was shattered with the birth of her brother, then again by her sister, by the time the fourth child came along she had given up on her position as the center of attention and resigned to the solitude of her room to rule kingdoms in her imagination. This was a familiar escape for Ava, as it was for many children. During one of these adventures her aptitude for magic made itself apparent as she was sitting on her bed one friday night, trade negotiations had not been going as planned with one of her made up lands causing her to get frustrated, sending all manner of her drawings and papers of the like to whirl around the room, once her parents had gotten wind of this occurrence they couldnt have been more excited to see a familiar letter delivered by owl.