Physical Description: Pure black Hair, with Blue and Green (Heterochromia) colored eyes. Has a small burn mark on palm due to careless playing while young. normal nose, a little thicker than average eyebrows, same goes for lips,

Backstory: Raised in a compact, calm English suburb.
Hedges edged the roads, each house built of brick and traffic muttered all day. Mother plus father behaved with kindness - they held regular jobs and earned steady wages.
Passed long hours with books, tiny devices that I took apart but also rebuilt or - watching sparrows and squirrels along the lane.
I noted rhythms - how minute objects shifted as well as how the day kept its sequence.

Mental Description: I felt like I didn't quite fit, in. I would look around at the world with a kind of focus. I started to notice things that others didn't seem to see. Like how the sunlight would hit a window at a time of day.. How shadows would move across a room. I even noticed how a bird would pause in mid-air like it was looking at me.

When I did say something I made sure to think it through first. I picked my words carefully.. For some reason people would actually listen to what I had to say. Sometimes I think they just listened out of curiosity.

I had these habits that kind of gave away what was going on inside my head. Like when I was really thinking hard or feeling nervous my fingers would tap lightly on things.
I also had this thing where I would count my steps or notice patterns in things.. I would repeat sounds to myself. It was a subtle thing but it was something I did a lot.



First Instance of Magic: Outside when it happened at the age of 6. Not doing anything important, kicking a small stone along the pavement, watching it scrape forward. Kicked it harder than meant. The stone shot forward— And didn’t come down. It stopped midair. The stone just, hovered, about three feet off the ground. Blinked, then stone dropped. Clacked against the pavement .