Auriella has long wavy black hair, with a single white strand as the exception. How it got there? No idea. She just had it since she can remember. Auriella’s eyes are a very dark blue. This is only complemented by her pale pink lips that add a little warmth to the otherwise cold girl. Her face is quite softly structured. Her overall demeanor gives the impression of a somewhat mysterious but graceful presence.
Her personal wardrobe is a mix of dark academia and soft goth. She wears lots of necklaces, mainly silver.

Auriella was once a hardworking and industrious witch whose only goal was perfection, and nothing but that. She was determined to learn every spell and potion, once she was attending Hogwarts of course, which was her dream, simply because she loved her studies and her craft. However, after her first genuine encounter with magic, at age 7, her perception began to shift. What had happened is to ugly to say in here, but it changed her perspective about the world and herself after the experience. She started treading carefully around people and certain things. She does what she must, and nothing more. She is cold to everyone, but once you really get to know her, you might even start to understand her. She will belittle you, berate you, in a lot of ways, but once she loves one, she will give anything to keep that person safe from any harm.

Auriella Nevin was born in 2013, in a village near London. She grew up in a large country house, where she spent all her time outside. Her times there were happy. She had been soft and gentle once. Curious. A little girl who felt that wonder could be tampered with caution, and who whispered her spells. Then came the error, a single moment in time that changed everything. She had been sitting at dinner, when her mother suddenly collapsed at the table. Dragon pox, the mortician said later on, if only her mother had found out earlier. As her father was away for travel, she had no idea on what to do, or how to save her mother. She cried silent tears over her mother’s body. Then it happened, her magic appeared, and it did not heal, nor curse her mother. The windows of the mansion shattered, and thousands shards of glass pierced her flesh. For 2 days she did not move. When her father returned the house had an empty mess was filled the house. He looked for his wife and child, only to find them lying on the dining room floor. He had found out someone priceless was gone, not only his wife, but the daughter he once knew too, leaving behind echoes that would not die. After that the world learned to whisper around her. From fear, not kindness.

Auriella pulled away from everything that could still hurt her, putting distance between her and it. Hope was a threat, and dreams were just dreams. She stopped trying to be perfect and stopped trying to be great. It was safer to just be. There was no need for more than just being alive. The salvation did not appear when the letter from Hogwarts arrived. It was but another thing that could go wrong, but she knew she had to go, not because she wanted to, but to honor herself, or who she used to be.