HER PHYSIQUE.

If there was one thing you could notice about Rozenn, it would be her eyes. Don't get things wrong, there was nothing extraordinary about the almond shape or the blue color of her eyes, far from it. It was her way of seeing the outside world, of observing you. Like a dormant storm, ready to ravage obstacles. Like a beacon, in the nocturnal darkness represented by her wavy hair, in the fog of her pale, oval face, capable of guiding you to your doom in the deadly rocks, or carrying you away to a whole new world.

Rozenn is a little taller than those her age, maybe by a head, or less. Nature had been rather fair, giving her better eyesight than her father, who wore glasses from an early age, but not allowing her to heal as quickly as her mother - without any magical intervention, the slightest wound could mark Rozenn's skin for weeks.

HER PERSONALITY.

From an early age, Rozenn developed a keen sense of observation and a taste for challenges. Despite appearances, her character could not have been more different from that of her parents. Neither shy like her father, nor outgoing like her mother. But mischievous, stubborn, curious, and observant. Of course, she possessed some of her parents' traits, like Lazar's calm and inventiveness and Amelia's strategic, resourceful spirit.

Rozenn reveled in solitude; she loved the sound of rain, the feel of water droplets crashing down on her skin, the darkness of night and the light of the moon. But she also enjoyed escaping from this silence, by frolicking in wide open spaces, or through the pages of her books - tales of duels were her favorite, after her own mother's travel stories.

HER BEGINNING.

Lazar Snadr was an atypical young man, and he knew it. His parents had died of Dragon Pox when he was just seven, and he was raised by his maternal uncle, a potioneer, in the middle of the Scottish countryside. The shy, black-haired boy was constantly immersed in his potions and botany books. He had created his own world, until fate led him to cross paths with the beautiful English girl Amelia Howler, on the train to Hogwarts. All it took was a smile, and the boy about to be assigned to Ravenclaw fell in love with the future Hufflepuff. But it had taken seven long years for him to discover that his feelings were reciprocated: when the Shy One had finally taken the first step towards the Sun, as the end of their schooling approached. But Amelia's dreams were those of a traveler, while Lazar was destined to follow in his uncle's footsteps. So they remained friends, exchanging letters over the years and Amelia's adventures. By the time she returned to the UK, Amelia had become an accomplished magizoologist, and Lazar a self-employed potioneer. But their love hadn't changed after all these years - quite the contrary. And from this love, Rozenn Fawn Sìneag Snadr was born.

The young girl grew up in a vast, isolated mansion, nestled in the heart of a forest close to a muggle village named Bearnok. Everything she knew about the world, whether muggle or wizard, came from Amelia's stories and the many books in their library. Her father, for the most part, worked from home in his workshop, while her mother worked in a reserve, and took care of her own creatures on their estate. Visits from Lazar's customers were frequent, but it was rather rare for the young girl to leave the wooded expanse of their property.

For the first seven years of her life, the child grew up in an atmosphere full of nature, freedom, and solitude - albeit compensated for by the presence of a multitude of animals.

(First Instance of Magic) When she was seven, she first met her great-aunt, Isla Snadr. She was back in Scotland after divorcing her third husband, an American wizard. That same day, Rozenn manifested her magic for the first time: when the house elf of Isla, Petro, apparated in front of her, she felt a sudden fear freezing her blood, and she sent the elf flying against a wall. Although her parents were both wizards from pure-blood families, they had chosen to live simply by themself, so this was the first time she had seen a house elf.

Isla was Lazar's paternal aunt, and her relationship with Lazar's father had always been complicated - one of the reasons she'd been denied custody of Lazar. This elegant, cold and enigmatic woman bore the burden of the years with grace. And although she had several husbands, she had no children, making Lazar her sole male heir.

As time went by, the elderly woman became very interested in her little niece and decided to take her under her wing, thus considerably lightening the load on both her parents, who were already busy with their respective passions. Rozenn thus passed from her father's awkward teaching to that of her great-aunt, which was no simple matter - Isla had every intention of turning the slightly wild girl into a pure-blood worthy of the name. Lessons in decorum, dance, music, drawing... All this, in addition to the basic education required of a young witch. However, it wasn't without negotiation on the part of Rozenn, who wasn't really interested in all these boring new hobbies. And so, she could get one thing from Isla that she'd never been able to get from her parents: sword-fighting lessons. Wooden sword, of course, but the black-haired girl had every intention of becoming a great duellist, whether with a wand or a blade, just like in her favorite books.