Rinel Aragon
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Birthday:
- 12 Mar 2014
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Norwich, England
- Function:
- First year, Ravenclaw
- Wand:
- 26,1 cm cherry wood and phoenix feather
Physical Description: I have a round face, large brown eyes and expressive, ginger long wavy hair and medium skin tone. I have a ectomorph body type, rosy lips and light freckles on my nose and cheeks.
Mental Description:
Loves chess, wants to learn quidditch, plus roses, art, crafts, puzzles, red & blue. Bold explorer who faces challenges. Scares of rodents, frogs, and failing others. Listens to muggle music, sings, dances, writes poems — and causes a little mischief.
Biography: What was your character's life like pre-Hogwarts. Describe your family, your friends and your home life.
I grew up as the only child of two muggle parents — my mother a warm, flour-dusted baker who filled the house with the smell of fresh bread and pastries, and My father a sharp-minded engineer who spent evenings tinkering with gadgets in his home workshop. My long, sunlit childhood was rooted in a cozy, cluttered house where the kitchen was the heart of every gathering: neighbors would drop by for morning rolls, and my parents would host lively dinners where stories flowed as freely as tea.
Even as a kid, my chivalry, bravery, and natural charm shone through — I’d stand up for younger kids at the local park, fearlessly climb tall trees to retrieve lost toys, and win over everyone with your easy smile and thoughtful gestures. My closest friends were two muggle kids from down the street, who’d help you sneak extra cookies from the bakery and join you in exploring the woods behind my house, where I’d pretend to be a knight on daring quests. Home life was filled with love, laughter, and the gentle contrast of my mother’s creative warmth and father’s logical curiosity — a perfect foundation for the brave, kind wizard I’d soon become.
First Instance of Magic: Please describe your character's first instance of accidental underaged wand less magic.
Ten years old, hating math homework, my eyes burned. I slammed my pencil in frustration — poof! Numbers rearranged into answers, the pencil wrote them alone. Mom walked in as it stopped; I pretended I’d done it. Magic from anger.
Mental Description:
Loves chess, wants to learn quidditch, plus roses, art, crafts, puzzles, red & blue. Bold explorer who faces challenges. Scares of rodents, frogs, and failing others. Listens to muggle music, sings, dances, writes poems — and causes a little mischief.
Biography: What was your character's life like pre-Hogwarts. Describe your family, your friends and your home life.
I grew up as the only child of two muggle parents — my mother a warm, flour-dusted baker who filled the house with the smell of fresh bread and pastries, and My father a sharp-minded engineer who spent evenings tinkering with gadgets in his home workshop. My long, sunlit childhood was rooted in a cozy, cluttered house where the kitchen was the heart of every gathering: neighbors would drop by for morning rolls, and my parents would host lively dinners where stories flowed as freely as tea.
Even as a kid, my chivalry, bravery, and natural charm shone through — I’d stand up for younger kids at the local park, fearlessly climb tall trees to retrieve lost toys, and win over everyone with your easy smile and thoughtful gestures. My closest friends were two muggle kids from down the street, who’d help you sneak extra cookies from the bakery and join you in exploring the woods behind my house, where I’d pretend to be a knight on daring quests. Home life was filled with love, laughter, and the gentle contrast of my mother’s creative warmth and father’s logical curiosity — a perfect foundation for the brave, kind wizard I’d soon become.
First Instance of Magic: Please describe your character's first instance of accidental underaged wand less magic.
Ten years old, hating math homework, my eyes burned. I slammed my pencil in frustration — poof! Numbers rearranged into answers, the pencil wrote them alone. Mom walked in as it stopped; I pretended I’d done it. Magic from anger.