Sól Evans
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Birthday:
- 28 Jun 2012
- Nationality:
- Irish
- Residence:
- Adare, Ireland
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 30,1 cm mayhaw wood and dragon heartstring
>[Name]<
>.Sól Euphemia Evans.<
>[DOB]<
>.June 28.<
>[Blood-status]<
>.Pure-blood.<
>[Ethnicity]<
>.Latina/French.<
>[Appearance]<
>.5'0 with a romantic shaped body, with sharp facial structure. Even though Hispanic has very pale skin due to her French lineage, eyes are round and soft and are golden in color, has a small button nose and heart shaped lips. Hair is a coal like color, with wild curls that reach shoulder.<
>[Hobbies]<
>.Most likely to be found in the library reading and drawing, or wondering the castle, and or near the forbidden forest playing with magical creatures.<
>[Background]<
>.Sól had spent the first six years of her life bouncing from house to house. She didn't have parents, but she did have a family that did want much to do with her since she was born out of wedlock. All of her Foster families loved her, but she wasn't an easy kid to care for. She was a sick kid, both physically and kind of mentally. Every three weeks she would get very sick; and she did not at all interact with the other foster children. She did eventual get passed into the home of the Evans. An elderly couple that just started to foster, and wanted to adopt her. she was with them for about six months, and all those six months she did speak to them. She just clung to them quietly, never complained and was always clean. Of course they ended up adopting her and that was when she finally spoke to them, her first things she ever said to them was calling them Mama and Papa. it was a tearful moment of joy.<
>[First Instance of Magic]<
>.Sól was a late to expressing her magic; but when she did it was a destructive moment in the household; but it happened when she was seven. No one was really what had triggered her but one second she was helping her mother in the kitchen making peanut butter brownies; the next thing plates were flinging across the room, and the sink was over flowing with water. It was a honest mess really; .<
>.Sól Euphemia Evans.<
>[DOB]<
>.June 28.<
>[Blood-status]<
>.Pure-blood.<
>[Ethnicity]<
>.Latina/French.<
>[Appearance]<
>.5'0 with a romantic shaped body, with sharp facial structure. Even though Hispanic has very pale skin due to her French lineage, eyes are round and soft and are golden in color, has a small button nose and heart shaped lips. Hair is a coal like color, with wild curls that reach shoulder.<
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>[Future Occupation]<
>.Psycho Analyst for both Muggles, and Wizards. consultant for the Ministry.<
>.Psycho Analyst for both Muggles, and Wizards. consultant for the Ministry.<
>[Hobbies]<
>.Most likely to be found in the library reading and drawing, or wondering the castle, and or near the forbidden forest playing with magical creatures.<
>[Background]<
>.Sól had spent the first six years of her life bouncing from house to house. She didn't have parents, but she did have a family that did want much to do with her since she was born out of wedlock. All of her Foster families loved her, but she wasn't an easy kid to care for. She was a sick kid, both physically and kind of mentally. Every three weeks she would get very sick; and she did not at all interact with the other foster children. She did eventual get passed into the home of the Evans. An elderly couple that just started to foster, and wanted to adopt her. she was with them for about six months, and all those six months she did speak to them. She just clung to them quietly, never complained and was always clean. Of course they ended up adopting her and that was when she finally spoke to them, her first things she ever said to them was calling them Mama and Papa. it was a tearful moment of joy.<
>[First Instance of Magic]<
>.Sól was a late to expressing her magic; but when she did it was a destructive moment in the household; but it happened when she was seven. No one was really what had triggered her but one second she was helping her mother in the kitchen making peanut butter brownies; the next thing plates were flinging across the room, and the sink was over flowing with water. It was a honest mess really; .<