Physical Description: No two planets are ever the same, each having their own creases and colors unique to what they are. While some can be deliberately thought out, with rings surrounding their being or sustaining life on them, others can be... Rather boring. If Sandy were to be a planet, her appearance would fit the latter.
Average, with an almost blinding quality, Sandy stands at a stout 4'6" on strong legs and blemish coated skin. Her tan is possibly the darkest portion of her appearance, with sun-kissed bites of freckles littering any available skin on her body, as well as scars and bruises from her reckless attitude.
Contrasting the darkened tan, her hair is a pale blonde, commonly tied into a chaotic bun or ponytail that she never quite caters to. Circular glasses line her light blue eyes, the bridge broken by mid-game incidents and retaped without another thought, resting not quite steady on her crooked nose. Her smile is obnoxious and wide, proudly showing off the awfully sharp canines and the gap between her two front teeth.

Mental Description: In the early days, riddled by theories and philosophies, the heliocentric model was created. The earth essentially revolved around the sun, which provided nutrients and bathed the earth in a hot glow of heat - Sandy cannot provide nutrients, but her overwhelming enthusiasm and sheer amount of love for people is a relatively close comparison.
With her mind not yet tainted by the years of teenage angst, Sandy acts as though everything in her life is peachy-keen, because it is! She operates solely on a system of blind belief and using the most obvious pointers to guide her way on this earth. Gullible, stubborn to a fault, and overbearing with her affection, Sandy provides some negatives to the sun's taunting list of positives. After all, she's still just 11 years old.
To distract herself from the daunting task of containing all her emotions and making them not escape in a large outburst, Sandy directs most of her time into physical activity, whether that be testing how long she can run for or playing a makeshift version of volleyball with her neighborhood friends.

Biography: The universe is vast, with many solar systems interconnected, but our sun belongs to what we lovingly describe as... The Solar System. One star, eight planets, hundreds of moons. The Thompson family is similar, with few proper relatives, and MANY family friends who had been taken into the family unofficially.
Born to a tangled web of a family within London, Sandy's only technical relatives are her two mothers' Eimear and Lorene, and her sibling Frazier. Having grown up in the same place her entire life, it was rather easy to connect to the nearby "relatives" of hers, like her uncle Razz, or aunt Brit. With such a close familial bond, it was difficult for her to not get absurdly attached to them all, fiercely loyal to even the oddest of them all.
Although none of her family really enjoyed athletics over another hobby, Sandy took it upon herself to engage with that rush of excitement at playing sports every time. Majority of her early life was spent playing false games of football with her more active relatives and escaping from her house to play with the neighborhood kids. She had made her own little group, including a boy named Danny, whom she claimed to have a crush on despite not quite knowing what a crush really was, nor how they felt.
Some select few didn't quite react the same as Danny, though. Some kids reacted poorly to her enthusiasm, teasing her over how she acted. It was taken as a joke, due to their young age, but as time went on it was more difficult to pinpoint what was a "joke" and what was truth. Sandy found this to be a mute for her love of sports, spending her 10th summer primarily inside and soothed by the erratic punk music that echoed from Frazier's room. A dreadfully disappointing time, truthfully.

First Instance of Magic: A supernova, the final hurrah of a star, is typically seen as a destructive blow to the area around it. Although an eight year old could never be as damning as the explosion of a star, magic can.
A few years into the relentless teasing, Sandy had reached an emotionally overwhelming point in her life. Sports could no longer distract her from how she felt, and the friends she had made never quite caught on (or seen) the way those kids spoke to her. Being so young, it was difficult to control herself, let alone see past the tears that blurred her vision as she stomped her way into her room. While she respected everything she owned, opposite of what her messy room would say, such an influx in emotion pushed that respect deep deep down.
With a light press against her desk, the same one painted so lovingly with flowers by Lorene, the wood seemed to splinter dangerously under her touch. The wood, bound by long rings that had been cut down years ago, was now split partially down the middle and chipped beyond proper repair.
If anything, this destruction of something her mother had taken so long to create only worsened her mood, but she still dragged her feet away to explain that her desk had spontaneously cracked, and she had nothing to do with it. Lorene didn't quite believe her, but then again, what else could have done it? Certainly not magic...