Ophelia Rivers is a tall girl with short curly white hair and piercing grey eyes. She is on the taller side, and still growing by the day. Her limbs aren't always proportionate to her body due to her constantly growing, and as such tends to look gangly or awkward. Her bright hair is curly and only reaches to her chin but she tends to keep the front sections braided back to keep it out of her face. Her grey eyes are usually cold and unyielding, but occasionally kindness and sympathy can be found lurking deep inside.

Ophelia is a naturally cold person. She doesn't make friends easy is blunt and often comes off as rude or uncaring. So maybe she doesn't care all that much, but she certainly doesn't mean to be rude, just honest. She hates lies and liars, and will always tell her side of the trust no matter how much the other person may dislike her answer. She focuses on her studies and put them above anything else in her life, including friendships, family, and relationships. She does get sad sometimes, just like every normal child, but she bounces back quickly and without notice from peers or teachers.

Ophelia was born to Delilah and Bay Rivers as the oldest sibling of five. Her parents, while they cared for their children, focused more on their education and mental capabilities than their personal opinions, feelings and thoughts. They also focused more on their own jobs than their kids, but they had 6 children so who could blame them. They were all born and raised in Swords, Ireland in a large house with plenty of room to grow. They were expected to be the best of the best or they would be considered failures, outsiders, to the rest of their family. As such, they started studying magical theory early to put them ahead, but it's not like they knew how to do any spells, they just knew what they did and nothing more.

Ophelia's first instance of magic appeared young. Really young. She was still only just learning how to speak when it happened. "No" had been her favorite phrase since she learned it, and that day was no exception. She had wanted her parents attention, and was willing to do anything to get it. She threw things around using her hands but that did nothing. Then it happened, just like, well... magic. Her mother's paperwork she was completing for work lifted up from her mothers desk as she was working on it and speed floated down the wall, into Ophelia's room and right into the fireplace. Little Ophelia giggled madly at finally getting her mothers attention, as angry as it was at the moment. She relished in it, or at least, as much as a mere baby could mentally comprehend.