Aysel Zafar
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Birthday:
- 21 Jul 2014
- Nationality:
- Irish
- Residence:
- Cork, Ireland
- Function:
- First year, Ravenclaw
- Wand:
- 32,6 cm cherry wood and dragon heartstring
Physical Description: I have black hair, rare indifferent eyes due to heterochromia, one hazel honey and the other Azure blue, pale white,thin skin.Thin figure, thin waist.,wear bandages around forearms and neck due to sensitivity to sunlight, maybe under the clothes too, carry a ring which is silver and has gold embedding,my mother's jewel accessory.
Mental Description:calm,intellectual, sometimes humorous, affectionate to literature,loving and kind, have depression,prefer violin and sketching, writing theories and poetry, reading literature,play with the earlier mentioned ring when stressed, good at studies, very lazy in sports but manage good scores in that nonetheless,get unreasonable staring due to rare eyes,have episodes where I shut myself in and barely even read the books that on rare occasions help,have problems with my eating schedule,rarely cry but contemplate things a lot, worry over small changes and become anxious, though I hide it well, I detest people who lie with an ironic passion for myself who hides many aspects of my living and thinking mechanism.
Biography;orphan, live with a cousin and uncle aunt,spend a hefty amount of money on buying books, the aunt and uncle not as perceptive about my well being and education as a guardian should be, have a sneaky and lying cousin,mother died for inducing a disease,called dragon prox,left untreated which affected her deeply and caused her prolonged suffering of demise and my father had been ailed to spattergroit a while after her,and so,he followed soon for he, too, had left it untreated.I lived in Dublin(Ireland) with them until their death,then,moved to Cork(Ireland) with my uncle and aunt.I carry a certain desire to simply read and null myself into faint back grounds so no individual would have to find trouble with me,and hence,try to avoid even my uncle and aunts' eyes and scrunity.I have a certain allure towards death and concepts of human nature,poetry and mundane conscience,questioning minimal emotions and surveying into any psychological warfare.
First Instance of Magic:By the lake while reading,sat by a rock,and suddenly had my book on fire,and hence making me throw it into the lake...I still had a few pages left to read...I was perhaps at the age of nine.
Mental Description:calm,intellectual, sometimes humorous, affectionate to literature,loving and kind, have depression,prefer violin and sketching, writing theories and poetry, reading literature,play with the earlier mentioned ring when stressed, good at studies, very lazy in sports but manage good scores in that nonetheless,get unreasonable staring due to rare eyes,have episodes where I shut myself in and barely even read the books that on rare occasions help,have problems with my eating schedule,rarely cry but contemplate things a lot, worry over small changes and become anxious, though I hide it well, I detest people who lie with an ironic passion for myself who hides many aspects of my living and thinking mechanism.
Biography;orphan, live with a cousin and uncle aunt,spend a hefty amount of money on buying books, the aunt and uncle not as perceptive about my well being and education as a guardian should be, have a sneaky and lying cousin,mother died for inducing a disease,called dragon prox,left untreated which affected her deeply and caused her prolonged suffering of demise and my father had been ailed to spattergroit a while after her,and so,he followed soon for he, too, had left it untreated.I lived in Dublin(Ireland) with them until their death,then,moved to Cork(Ireland) with my uncle and aunt.I carry a certain desire to simply read and null myself into faint back grounds so no individual would have to find trouble with me,and hence,try to avoid even my uncle and aunts' eyes and scrunity.I have a certain allure towards death and concepts of human nature,poetry and mundane conscience,questioning minimal emotions and surveying into any psychological warfare.
First Instance of Magic:By the lake while reading,sat by a rock,and suddenly had my book on fire,and hence making me throw it into the lake...I still had a few pages left to read...I was perhaps at the age of nine.