Physical Description: I have a raven black hair with sharp but small blue eyes. With such a pale skin, people usually mistake me for a ghost. I started wearing a stud on my left ear complimenting my dark hair and eyebrows.

Mental Description: I'm an introvert spending most of time reading about potions and magical creatures. Though an introvert I usually get well along with people. I had instances where people were intimidated by my cold looks.

Biography: I lived a perfectly normal muggle life with loving parents, in Nottingham, England. My grandfather was from India before he moved to England and married my Grandmother. That's the reason for my contrasting name and looks. I respect my lineage.

First Instance of Magic: It happened during a fine Sunday afternoon, when I was 8 and was on a trip with my parents to the woods. Immersed in the scenic beauty, I got separated from my parents. I didn't know where I was or how far I was from them. A sense of panic flooded me and I was thinking of nothing except finding my parents.

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation running down my spine. The feeling was unusual, but soothing. The next thing I remember was the wind on my face. I was gliding through thick fog. I could even see the movements of tiny insects moving through the fields, hundred feet below. I was soaring high a while, until I saw my parents at a distance. I landed nearby them and once again the tingling sensation returned. I've never seen my parents with such emotions in their faces. It was like as if they were seeing the Queen. They whispered among themselves for a while and took be my hands and we went home. While returning home by car, I felt something in my hands. Looking at them I realized I was clutching an eagle's feather tightly in my hands.

Two weeks later a stranger in cloak, visited us and gave me a set of books about flying animals and colorful beverages. "Hope you find them interesting. We'll meet in 3 years, Ramsey" he said with a smile, before walking out through the door.