Physical Description: I have shoulder length jet black hair parted down the middle, I have naturally wavy hair, with a smooth, polished look that frames my face. My features are soft yet defined, with a balanced, symmetrical face shape. I have full lips, a smooth complexion, and a straight, button proportionate nose. My eyes are almond-shaped and enhanced by long lashes, while my eyebrows are thick, well shaped, and slightly arched, framing my face nicely with a eyebrow slit on the left eyebrow do to it being natural when I was born. My cheekbones are subtly defined, giving gentle structure without being too sharp along with my jawline.

Mental Description: I'm confident with a bit of an edge, someone who doesn't try too hard to stand out but naturally does anyways. I'm observant and sharp, reading people well and knowing when to speak and when to stay silent, I'm sarcastic and quick witted always has a comeback to something. I have a calm composed energy but also a playful, mischievous party side that comes out around people I trust.

Biography: I grew up in a pureblood family where tradition and reputation were just part of life. Our home was elegant and always perfectly kept, filled with old magical objects and portraits of ancestors that made it feel like you were constantly being watched. There was always this expectation that I’d live up to the family name. Everything was about composure and control, so I learned how to present myself properly and keep most of my thoughts to myself, affection wasn’t really spoken, more through expectations. I respect them, but I don’t always agree with everything. My group of friends was small, but friendships felt more expected than real. I eventually found a few people I connected with. From the outside everything looked good but there was always pressure to be flawless and follow a path that was set for me.

First Instance of Magic: I was about six or seven, sitting on the floor in the hallway outside one of the main rooms, where I wasn’t supposed to be. I had a book with me, one of the old ones I wasn’t allowed to touch, and I remember getting frustrated because I couldn’t reach the shelf to put it back before anyone noticed. For a second, nothing happened, and then the book slid across the floor toward me like it had been pushed, but no one was there. I froze, and I didn’t even know how it could have moved. When someone eventually walked past, they paused, looking between me and the book, but didn’t say anything just gave me this quiet, knowing look.