Average height, around 4'7, with light tan skin and a black, curly wolfcut. Her eyes are a dark turquoise/teal. She's a little skinny but fit. Her voice is soft and soothing.

Her teal blue eyes are from her biological father; that's all she knows about him, and she isn't interested in the slightest to find out more.

Arden is quiet and introverted, but can be talkative around her half-brother Oliver and her mum. She had a few muggle friends at her elementary school, none which she was close enough with to know much about. Her stepdad considers her a little gullible, but she isn't really. She's usually just acting so she won't have to speak up. (Also to be deceiving so she can figure out the truth, but only Oliver is allowed to know about that.) She’s known by close relatives to be a hard worker.

She loves hanging out with cats in her free time, as well as play video games and tending to the garden. Her favorite parts of the garden are the smell of the jasmine flowers and the kaleidoscopes of gatekeeper butterflies that often swarm the patches of flowers around the backyard.

Arden's life before Hogwarts was calm and enjoyable. She had a few friends at her elementary school, although she wasn't very close with any of them and mostly kept to herself. She played the piccolo for her elementary school band, and at home her mom taught her piano from the age of four. She loves doing crafts and playing video games. She is skilled in martial arts because her stepdad put her for lessons with her younger half-brothers.

Arden has always lived with her biological mum, Liezel Abayon (maiden name). But her biological dad, Will Fletcher, had left while she was still too young to remember. Will was a muggle who hadn't known anything about magic, nor the fact that Liezel was a witch until about a year after Arden was born. She'd avoided the subject and soon forgot she hadn't told him about it, so the day Will walked in on her levitating one of Arden's toys to amuse the young child was a bolt from the blue.

Even though he did love Liezel, the reveal of her magical background was a shock he wasn't ready for, and it only worsened when he was informed that it was hereditary. Knowing his own family would be mortified to find out he was the father of a possible witch, he immediately broke up with Liezel and moved out of England. Arden's mum was left unmarried until a little over a year when she remarried to yet another muggle, Noah Sayre, who was a little more accepting of magic, (though not by much,) and also financially stable.

Arden remembers nothing about this; she was only a year old and her mum never told her about this. All she's aware of is that Noah is not her biological dad, and that she got her eyes from whoever her biological dad is.

Her stepdad, Noah Sayre, is a little strange to her. It must be the muggle part of him that she's still somehow unfamiliar with, or the fact that he appears a little uncomfortable around any presence of magic, or that he hates loud noises and her piccolo is no excuse. Whatever it is, she isn't sure and she isn't interested enough to find out. She doesn't speak with him much.

However, Arden is very close with her mum (now Liezel Abayon Sayre). Whether it's because of her pureblood heritage or their biological relationship, or just simply her comforting aura, Arden is drawn much closer with her than her dad. She takes after her mum quite a bit- her black curls, light skin, and love of music. In her free time, she sometimes goes out into the garden to help her plant and keep her company.

Arden also has a strong bond with her youngest half-brother, Oliver. He has light-ish brown, curly hair and brown eyes like her mum's. The bright, excitable five-year-old is sweet and passionate, and even though they aren't completely related, she sees the small child as no less than her best friend. Oliver loves making crafts with her and also loves helping their mum in the backyard. He marvels at the slightest sights of magic. Arden believes he'll grow up to be a wonderful wizard one day.

Her relationship with her other seven-year-old half-brother, however, is another story. Hazel is loud and assertive, contradictive to the other half of her family. He takes on everything after his dad: his dark brown hair, his grey eyes, and a much more agitated temper than his father's. Just like him, Hazel hates magic with a burning passion. He thinks it's unfair that only some people get to use it; he also often compares it to players using hacks in video games. Hazel hates Arden's mom and tries to convince Oliver to take his side. (The younger child never does, though.)

Arden also has a cat (whom she had to leave at home). His name is Milo. He's a one-year-old white ragdoll with dark brown stains around his eyes and ears, his muzzle, and three of his paws. His eyes are a brilliant cerulean. He is affectionate and quiet, and often settles in the living room. She loves to play with him, as does Oliver, and they can play for hours on end with him when they feel bored. He loves chin scratches.

In forth grade, when Arden was ten, her eldest younger half-brother, Hazel, got home mad because of school, and in a fit of anger, grabbed her piccolo and hurled it out of her bedroom window from the second floor. She ran outside to the backyard where it had fallen, and her mum was already there gardening and had picked it up. Arden was shocked to see the piccolo fully intact.

At first, Arden had thought it to be a lucky drop. It had landed in the grass, so maybe that had broken its fall. Then she tried to think more sensibly and pondered the fact that it would've at least been a little scratched up. But as her mum handed it back over to her, she told Arden that she had seen it float a moment before it landed on the ground. Her eyes were glowing as she placed the piccolo into Arden's hands. The ten-year-old blinked in confusion as her mom hugged her and then walked back to her plants, then settled for the thought that her mum must've caught it with a spell so her piccolo wouldn't be damaged.

Sure, her mum's wand had been in the living room lying on the coffee table, but it could've been wandless magic, right? Arden knew she surely couldn't have done it herself.