DESCRIPTION: I am 4'11 with a slender fragile frame. My hair is a somewhat poorly dyed pink, but my roots of light brown have since grown in. I have wide eyes that are a deep rown and almost reflective. My lips and my cheeks are rosy. I am always slightly cold which causes my fingertips to have a blue tint to them. I love wearing necklaces and rings but not earrings. At home you can usually find me wearing dark clothing that fits loosely on me.

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I have been told that I have a colorful aura, but I can not say I believe it to be true. I have always wanted to have some spark to my life, something that would make people notice me. My siblings have always been the loud and charming bunch my parents wanted, I must admit I've been jealous. As long as I can remember I haven't had a desire for magic in the way my brothers do, regardless, I seem to have had an easier time harnessing the magic.
The story of my first magical experience is not as exciting as I wish it was, but it is a story to tell nonetheless. When I was around six years old I walked out into the family room where my brothers were wrestling on the ground. I needed to walk past them in order to enter the kitchen, and while walking they rolled into my legs knocking me over. I was not hurt by this, but I was a drama queen. I continued walking to the kitchen and rested myself against the sink. As I started the cry, the faucet turned on and started flooding the sink with water. I felt as though the sink was crying with me. This also could have been purely coincidence but it sounds way more interesting as magic.
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I am hoping that through school I can prove to myself that i am colorful and interesting. I want to find meaning in my mundane life.