Esmeray Sinclair
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Birthday:
- 03 Sep 2013
- Nationality:
- Scottish
- Residence:
- Glencoe, Scotland
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 29,8 cm ebony wood and phoenix feather
Physical Description:
Esmeray is a short-ish girl at 4 feet and 6 inches. She has long, blonde hair that falls straight down her back. Her eyes are green in color with eyebrows that are thin, arched and prominent on a heart-shaped face. Esme's head is small in proportion to the rest of her body with a pointed jawline and chin.
Mental Description:
Esmeray has a strong, tumultuous temper and ambitious personality. This held true since she was born. She distinguished herself from her siblings through determination, extroversion, confidence, and competitive spirit. A very sweet girl albeit quite stubborn, she is known to many as a good child who always tries her hardest. She fluctuates between superb manners when she is feeling positively and horrid ones when upset. You never know what you will receive.
Biography:
Esmeray grew up in the town of Glencoe, Scotland in a muggle household. Born on the 3rd of September, she was one of five children with two older and two younger brothers. This led to a good amount of middle child syndrome in the girl. Rufus, the eldest, was 6 years older, Clive was 3 years older, Diogenes was a year younger, and Tybalt was 2 years younger. Her parents were usually concerned with the behavior of the others so the one who did well in school slipped through the cracks more so than not.
First Instance of Magic:
Esme's first instance of magic occurred on her way home from primary school when she was seven years old. She was riding her bike along the side of the path— usually a very safe endeavour. She wasn't paying close attention though to the ground in front of her as it was mostly pebbled. There was a nail hidden amongst the rocks however. Her bike went straight over it with a notable sound as the tire was punctured. Esmeray had been riding bikes since she was little, as, given that she lived in the highlands, walking was not always practical. The way to school was 40 minutes by bike... or far too long for someone of her age and size to walk. She noticed this pop sound of the tire and, in a fright, hopped off and pulled over to the side of the path. There was... nothing wrong? Maybe she was imagining things again. That must be it.
Esmeray is a short-ish girl at 4 feet and 6 inches. She has long, blonde hair that falls straight down her back. Her eyes are green in color with eyebrows that are thin, arched and prominent on a heart-shaped face. Esme's head is small in proportion to the rest of her body with a pointed jawline and chin.
Mental Description:
Esmeray has a strong, tumultuous temper and ambitious personality. This held true since she was born. She distinguished herself from her siblings through determination, extroversion, confidence, and competitive spirit. A very sweet girl albeit quite stubborn, she is known to many as a good child who always tries her hardest. She fluctuates between superb manners when she is feeling positively and horrid ones when upset. You never know what you will receive.
Biography:
Esmeray grew up in the town of Glencoe, Scotland in a muggle household. Born on the 3rd of September, she was one of five children with two older and two younger brothers. This led to a good amount of middle child syndrome in the girl. Rufus, the eldest, was 6 years older, Clive was 3 years older, Diogenes was a year younger, and Tybalt was 2 years younger. Her parents were usually concerned with the behavior of the others so the one who did well in school slipped through the cracks more so than not.
First Instance of Magic:
Esme's first instance of magic occurred on her way home from primary school when she was seven years old. She was riding her bike along the side of the path— usually a very safe endeavour. She wasn't paying close attention though to the ground in front of her as it was mostly pebbled. There was a nail hidden amongst the rocks however. Her bike went straight over it with a notable sound as the tire was punctured. Esmeray had been riding bikes since she was little, as, given that she lived in the highlands, walking was not always practical. The way to school was 40 minutes by bike... or far too long for someone of her age and size to walk. She noticed this pop sound of the tire and, in a fright, hopped off and pulled over to the side of the path. There was... nothing wrong? Maybe she was imagining things again. That must be it.