My character has brown hair and brown eyes. She is fit looking and strong. My character is quiet, cunning and smart, she is also someone who would rather observe the way people act and talk, so she can tell what she can get away with. Some people call her a psychopath, rather than fighting with people she leaned into what they called her and it became her amour. They said these things to her when they thought she couldn’t hear them. She’s also known for having a temper and being really protective of the ones she cares for. She use to try her best and prove that she was just as good as everyone else but she learned quickly that people are going to see her as what they want and not for who she tried to be, so she ended up becoming who everyone seen her as. She is also known for punching people who annoy her. My characters life pre-hogwarts was not bad she has a happy family who never really paid much attention to her, unless she did something wrong. She has a few friends but only has one close friend who she tells everything to. She played basketball and badminton which she has played since she was five. She took school very seriously studying and getting good grades was apart of her. My character grew up in a household that was stable but emotionally distant. Her family wasn’t unkind, but their attention tended to come only when she made a mistake. As a result, she learned early on to stay out of sight and out of trouble, spending much of her childhood tucked away in her room, studying or practicing her sports. School became her outlet — a place where she could prove her worth through hard work and good grades. She was competitive, serious about her classes, and highly disciplined, especially in basketball and badminton. She mainly stays out of the way hidden in her room because she knows one wrong move and she will lose her temper. At home, her temper was both her strength and her greatest struggle. She tried hard to suppress it, knowing that one outburst could undo the carefully built image of control she maintained. That restraint didn’t always hold, though — especially when she felt wronged or cornered. The first time her magic surfaced was during one of these moments of rage: trapped in a fight, her anger surged until the candles around her flickered and blow out, leaving her shaken but awakened to something within her she didn’t yet understand.