Physical Description: Cleo is on the shorter end, frustrating for anyone at her age. She has the kind of dark brown hair that is almost black if you're not looking right, and it falls down below her shoulders with a slight wave to it. Most often, she's found with it tied up with her favorite velvety yellow scrunchie. On occasion she'll put on a different scrunchie, such as the one made from a pattern of orange floral on turquoise, or the black and white houndstooth pattern. But the yellow one had a special place in her heart, for since it was most comfortable, she wore it often, and the more she wore it, the more she grew attached to it.

Mental Description: Cleo is first and foremost, a detective. Or that's what she'll tell you. She's a determined person with a desire to solve any mystery she can get her hands on. Far too curious for her own good, Cleo will stick her nose in anyone's business. She is detail oriented, she can sometimes get caught up in the trivial, but she has a strong desire to prove herself. Her sense of altruism is skewed, as her desire to help people is either a motion to prove herself as a detective or a way to gain someone's trust, and thusly also studies hard because she knows that the more knowledgeable she is, the more it serves her detective persona. She certainly has room to grow. Cleo enjoys reading in her free time, her favorite dessert is a warm brownie with a dollop of vanilla ice cream and raspberries, and her least favorite food is fish.

Biography: Cleo was brought up by her father, Anthony Marino (a muggle), and her mother, Melena Pinkstone (a witch). When they first married, and Melena was soon pregnant, she told her husband of the wizarding world, and their (probably) magical child that would be born soon. Anthony took it well, and was frankly very excited for his daughter, and for the honor to be privy to the knowledge that such few muggles are aware of.
And so Melena brought her husband and her new child into her life as a witch and the two moved in together to a suitably sized cottage in Wigtown, where they raised their daughter, Cleodora. For Melena, her family name was more important to her than the Marino name was for Anthony, so they mutually decided to give Cleo the Pinkstone name. However, Anthony and Melena's marriage was not to last, and the two divorced when Cleo was around four years old.
Her father, an author who's been writing a science fiction novel for several years now, moved to Glasgow so that Cleo could go to school there. Part of their compromise when splitting was that Cleo was to attend muggle schooling before naturally being invited to Hogwarts. This meant that she spent a good portion of her time with her father in Glasgow where she made muggle friends that she ultimately couldn't tell the truth about herself, and wouldn't be able to go to school with after she started going to Hogwarts anyway.
Her mother, an obliviator at the ministry of magic, stayed at the cottage in Wigtown. Cleo would come down for holiday, or her mother would apparate in so they could spend a weekend day with her, but often Cleo found she always enjoyed her time with her mother. Having to hide a portion of herself felt oppressive and she found that spending time with her mother was as though she had a weight lifted off her shoulder. The relief and joy of seeing her mother's dishes do themselves with the wave of a wand, or the various distractions her mother would produce to impress her was bliss. Though, looking back on it, Cleo realizes that maybe her mother wanted to impress her so that they could spend more time together (and surely it worked).
It had been the final week of her muggle schooling, when Cleo said goodbye to her muggle friends, with relief and sadness intermingled, under the guise of going to an expensive private school. She had promised to write to them, though she had already decided that maybe it was easier to cut them off, so it had been, for all intents and purposes, a lie. She was miserable, and excited, and longed to be with her old muggle friends, but yearned to know what kind of new wizarding ones she would meet. And as a gift (Maybe an apology) before she went to her mother's home for the summer where she would undoubtedly get her letter to Hogwarts, her father bought her a set of American mystery books. Nancy Drew. It was this that inspired her curiosity and fascination with detectives and mystery solving.
She read the books over and over that summer. And any regrets about leaving her old life behind were blown away by the reinvention of Cleodora Pinkstone. Hogwarts was the perfect place to reintroduce herself as a detective, and that summer she began to find any mystery that she could to solve. Naturally she wasn't able to do much actual mystery solving, but she was studying as hard as she could to master the art of the sleuth.

First Instance of Magic: The first time Cleo proved herself to be magical, was when she was little. Probably only four years old, just before Her parents decided to divorce, it was often that her parents would argue about trivial things and turn it personal, though that's not a habit that they've kicked. Luckily they see less of each other these days. The two of them were going back and forth about what they were going to eat that night, and eventually it turned from potato stews and meat pies to Why can't you just support me when I need you to and I didn't realize you couldn't stand on your own two feet. At that age, Cleo had gotten used to staying out of it, and minding her own business. But that didn't make it any more pleasant and every spiteful word said between the two, no matter how calmly they managed, seemed to add weight to her little brain. And eventually she became so fed up with it all, and really she didn't mind either way what they should eat but she was getting hungry and frustrated, that she began to cry. As the tears wound down her face, she also felt the chair she was sitting upon begin to feel wet and as she slid from her place on the chair, her body slid upon the floor all the way out the door! The three of them were so shocked that the tension was cut, and they all had a good laugh about it.