Physical Description: Ash brown wavy hair with hazel eyes. The dark hair surprises Lilia, too, considering she is mainly Irish. 1/4 Japanese and 3/4 Irish. Lilia has dimples when she smiles and the smallest amount of freckles on her nose. 4'6 shortie. She loves to try different hairstyles and is interested in all things beauty! Her style is very girly and posh for her age. Lilia loves to be fashionably inspired by the magazines that get shipped from Dublin!

Mental Description: Cheerful, optimistic, and friendly to everyone. Introverted and shy, but once you get to know her, she is the most loyal friend. Lilia doesn't like when all the attention is on her or embarrassing herself. She loves to have private dance parties in my bedroom and have sweet drinks and tea! You'll probably have a laugh til you cry with her. Often wears her heart on her sleeve and tend to let her emotions get the best of her. However, that does not mean that she is dumb; she still excels in studies and is a perfectionist known for working hard.

Biography: Born in Ireland, so she has an accent that may be needed to get used to, haha! Lilia loves rainbows and the greenery she was raised around. As a half-blood, her mother taught her the humanistic side of things, while her father showed her the ways of wizardry. Lilia's family is very large. Although she only has one brother Kieran, she has 15 cousins! Family reunions are fun, but sometimes she gets picked on since she's the youngest of the bunch. This is why her best friend at home has always been her cat, Saoirse

First Instance of Magic: When Lilia was 9 years old, she was helping her great-aunt serve tea to a dozen relatives at home. She was moving too fast, hands shaking from nervousness, and she attempted to carry a tray laden with antique porcelain teacups and a steaming kettle. As Lilia approached the main table, her cousin Liam stuck out his foot as a joke. She didn't trip entirely, but lost her balance, and the tray tilted violently. Her eyes went wide, locked on the antique cups and the valuable kettle plummeting toward the floor. Lilia had sheer, panicked desperation to not just breaking the items, but of the inevitable humiliation and scolding. She thought to herself "No. Stop. Don't break them! Don't let them fall!" The teacups and the kettle, just inches from the floor, suddenly shimmered with a faint, silvery light. They stopped dead, suspended in the air. Time seemed to slow. Liam, who was about to laugh, froze, his jaw dropping. Lilia then realized the objects have stopped, and she took a sharp, unsteady breath, embarrassed about the scene that it had caused in front of her relatives. Her father looked at her with a large smile, but she was too embarrassed to feel proud quite yet as the teacups and kettle slowly made it back onto the tray that Lilia left on the table, running away from embarrassment.