Physical Description:
I have strawberry blonde hair which flows in waves as if dried in sea salt. Freckles splatter across my face from my nose to forehead and cheeks. My eyes are a rather dull blue and my skin is pale but fair. I often like to braid small sections of my hair in random places.
I am considered an average height. I also have a big birthmark on my left shoulder which is a darker skin tone than my own. It looks like a paint splatter on my shoulder. My ears are pierced as well.

Mental Description:
Though I am often called reckless by my father, I have good perception and awareness for what's going on around me. Even so, I tend to be energetic and even sometimes "too much" for some people. I have a somewhat aptitude for sports from my history in soccer.
I find comfort in cold places and times and doesn't like the heat at all. I love being in crowds or bustling towns/cities or even simply surrounded by people.


Biography:
Life before Hogwarts was similar to any muggle aside from a few pieces of basic information about the wizarding world (such as wands, Hogwarts and a few beasts). My father is a muggle while my mother is a witch. When I was five years of age, they separated as average muggle parents would once their marriage didn't work anymore. My father claimed custody of me and since she left, he told me stories my mother told him about her time at Hogwarts and some beasts she came across there. Naturally, he either left some parts out or got some parts wrong but I got the gist of it.
We were a happy family and my parents did not hate each other even after the divorce, in fact they remained good friends until my mother moved away. I was homeschooled by my dad so I didn't have many friends aside from a few neighbors who I rarely hung out with.
I spent most of my time playing a muggle sport called 'soccer' and got really quite good at it.

First Instance of Magic:
Back when I was just coming up to 9 years old, me and my father were painting the very tall walls of our house. I was standing on the top of our ladder painting (since my father has a damaged back and can't do it himself). I saw a spider near where I was painting and little me was so scared that I took a step back but alas, my feet found just air. I was falling from this tall ladder and I would have been injured but I merely hovered right before I hit the ground but just for a second before I dropped again but this time from a miniscule height, completely uninjured.