Physical Description: At eleven and a half years old, Novasandra holds with straight shoulders, an above average height of 5’2. Her limbs are lanky and she has been described by her father as ‘gaunt’ and ‘thin’. The witchling has wavy, unkempt hair that ends just at the bottom curve of her ribs, it’s color a vibrant onyx black. Her slender frame is wrapped in pale and rosy patches of flesh with garnet red stained on her lips. Luckily, her inheritance came from her fathers side in terms of looks and rather than her mother’s copper brown, she was graced with the lightest of sage green irises; They are lined with long lashes that curl at the ends and her sharp features show best when she is smiling. Nova’s favorite outfit is usually an ashen blue gown, long, with hanging sleeves. It sweeps across the floor as she walks, and her hair is always free and flowing if allowed.

Mental Description: Free. Nova’s wandering mind has always found it easy to accept things as they are and for what they may become, a lesson taught by her mother through observing the butterflies change. Despite her accepting nature, she’s also stirred easily with a temper to rival the lick of flames. She hates people and creatures who are mean for no reason. She’s bright in more ways than one including mentally and as she herself would put it ‘my soul just doesn’t like the shade, you know?’. Nova hates the dark, praying mantis’, dark waters, the smell of chocolate mint and dogs breath. She loves animals, especially fur and feather covered ones, running water, hot sunny days where you ‘sweat real good from all the running’, lemon flavored anything and being barefooted. All in all, she’s a little chaotic, but will sit firm in her moral belief unless convinced, with good reason, otherwise.

Biography: Nova has grown up in Manchester England alongside her mother, father and four siblings. Her life has been full of whimsical teachings and a natural style of herbal living. Her mother is a holistic healer with a shop of her own and her father a writer. He is published and most of his books consist of poetry and written enchantments, which he passes off by referring to them as “charming letters”. Her time is spent with her two older siblings. They tend the herb gardens when not in school, it’s both a hobby and assigned chores this point. She also takes every Thursday and Wednesday evening to go through a karate class her father signed her and her younger sister Taleighya up for. Though her home life is pretty decent, at school is a bit different. Nova is a hard studier, and well mannered student. Despite her politeness and standoffish presence, she has a difficult time here. The students tell her how she smells overwhelmingly of peppermint and jasmine, or sage and lemon- which apparently isn’t something appealing all the time. It has been rumored the mint and lemon have at times made children’s eyes water. Once upon a situation like this, Nova was very sensitive to the subject and found herself emotionally defending herself and the smells“I mean, I understand, my eyes water too, sometimes, but that’s just from the natural herb scent! I can’t change that, and it’s not even that unpleasant.. My mom says they’re good for clearing stuffy noses and I like it!” She is bullied for her choice in clothing by a chubby pig tailed girl named Sally, and though she understands not everybody will like her, it still hurts when she says her dresses are ‘too old fashioned’. Though school is a tough time, back at home is her closest friend. Her older brother Oliver is a delight and often times helps cheer her gloomy days with fun teas and light hearted pranks on the other three siblings.



First Instance of Magic: It was a colorful evening sky in the background. The hill was bright, and the meadows were alive with warmth and floral smells. A four year old girl with wavy black hair is sprinting through the thick sea of flowers with her eldest siblings leading the charge. Their parents are behind them, watching with smiles on their faces. This was her first memorable trip out, and Nova was absolutely enthralled with her surroundings. Her cheeks were rosy red, and her laughter sang like the hums of a double nova flute; Oliver was near the back waiting for her to catch up when off to the side a flutter of bright colors caught her gaze. It was a monarch butterfly, with amber flecks. Nova had never been so engaged. In an abrupt halt, she’d hit her knees! The dancing butterfly continued in its travels from flower to flower, and as Nova watched in delight, about twenty others were exposed in an instant! The girl was swarmed, surrounded even by the flock and through her delight they stayed alongside, showing off their wings as they fluttered and taunted her dancing body and happy giggles. The scene was magical in itself, so much in fact that upon the departure of all her butterfly friends, the fields erupted their loose flowers into the air around the family. All of it had happened in the time span of about two minutes, but it was truly something she would always remember. Her laughter had made the butterflies gather and the flowers rain. She’ll never forget that bliss.

Stamina: 5
Evasion: 4
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 7
ArcPower: 9
Accuracy: 6