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	─basics: name. school. year. extracurricular.─ blood status. age. dob. nationality. ethnicity. species. gender. Lena Martins Beauxbatons Second Quiddich Player Wizard-Born Twelve 05.01.2009 French Korean Human Female (she/her)

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─personality: Lena is a weird kid. Quietly confident and strongly valuing truth and authenticity, the opinions of others mean very little to her. She can be quite difficult to engage with because of this, often coming across as blunt and even robotic due to this internalised indifference. Moreover, she has a tendency of thinking she knows best, and will therefore refuse to back down from her (usually carefully configured) plans to pursue alternative solutions. Don't be fooled by Lena's cold demeanour - she can be surprisingly ruthless when getting what she wants, with a habit of being manipulative to satiate her never ending curiosities. She is unafraid to approach people who she finds interesting to ask questions, or those she finds not so interesting to use them as a means to an end. Despite being an introvert by nature, she is very sociable. ─appearance: A little short for her age, Lena stands at 4’5, with a strong but slim build. She has rather striking features: dark eyes and eyebrows and pale skin. Her hair is short, black and choppy. Sometimes, she dyes the longer parts at the front. She 's just starting to explore fashion, particularly cyberpunk.

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─pre-beauxbatons: Reducio Born to a secret affair between two young wizards, the unnamed baby that would one day become Lena Martins was put up for adoption soon after she was born. With the taking in of children from overseas being all too common in South Korea during that time, it was no surprise that she was adopted rather quickly by a muggle woman named Meline, who lived in Northern France. Lena was always a very adaptable, open-minded child, and perhaps this was because she was so spoilt. Being a single mother with no desire for a male partner to ease the financial load, Meline could only live so lavishly, but every euro she had to spare went towards making her daughter happy. The girl was sporty, loved to read, and thus was always keeping her mind and body active. She often struggled to hide her disappointment when it came to her mother's choice of gifts (usually clothes, inconveniently sized accessories and blonde barbie dolls), but with such a natural indifference it might have been easy to miss. Still, Lena appreciated her mother for everything she did. At school, Lena excelled. She was a curious spirit, and so learning of every sort came naturally to her. Her memory when it came to tests seemed near-perfect, and she was physically talented too. It was a shame that she was such a independent girl, much to her teammates frustration, because she would have been a fantastic player on the school football team. Meline was married to her partner Jeanne when Lena was seven. Honestly, it was a bit annoying; Jeanne had always been a vague, floaty aspect of her life, being Meline's girlfriend and all, but since queer couples hadn't been allowed to adopt until Lena was four, she had never considered Jeanne her mother - just another person who sometimes came around for tea. She treated Jeanne with coldness for a long time after she moved in, which greatly disappointed the older woman, who just wanted a child with her wife. At one point, they even considered adopting another child together, but this angered Lena even more. After such a backlash from her, they decided to leave it. Whilst she did eventually warm to Jeanne, her relationship is one of distance even to this day. Lena was surprised to receive a written invitation to Beauxbatons when she did - written all over her French homework, that is. It wasn't that she didn't believe it, more that the possibility had never occurred to her. She'd screwed her nose up (her handwriting had been very nice on that particular piece of work) before calling over her mother. The excitement at the reality of magic was felt more by Meline and Jeanne than it ever was by Lena.

─first magic: Reducio Having settled in to France at such a young age, Lena had no desire to meet her birth parents. That was, until, she started displaying signs of something... non-human. These strange occurrences weren't common, but they happened frequently enough to become noticeable, even if only to her. The first time, she thought it had been a case of her memory playing tricks on her. As she recalled, the dinner staff at school had served her cheese flan one lunchtime. Not only did the texture make her feel queasy, but dairy upset her stomach. After asking for an alternative without success, she had sat down at a table, staring down in frustration. I'm not eating that, she thought defiantly, and before she knew it she was watching her tray fly away, cheese flan splattering all over the floor. Lena sat there in shock. Once she'd been scolded by her teachers, and laughed at by her classmates ('She threw a tantrum because she didn't like the food? I didn't think she was so immature!') she resolved that it must have been her after all. That was the only logical explanation. ...Or was it? This bizarre outburst was, unfortunately, only the beginning for Lena Martins. Soon enough, she was magically puncturing footballs when a game wasn't going in favour of her team ('Again Lena? Get your boots checked!'), enlarging Jeanne's make up so it was practically unusable ('Meline, I think I'm losing my touch...') and even inadvertently setting her more difficult pieces of homework on fire. Although none of this was done on purpose, Lena knew she was the cause of it. Things seemed to go wrong when she felt angry, or threatened, or upset. She was so passive on the outside, and yet it was very clear to her that something was bubbling inside her; something great or terrible. The answer was bound to the identity of her birth parents. She was certain.

quidditch player

ミ★ STATS

stamina. 8 evasion. 9 strength. 8
wisdom. 5 arc power. 2 accuracy. 8

ミ★ ABILITIES

001 Impartial • Immune to aesthetic effects.

Reducio

"You seriously don't like anyone?"

Lena narrowed her eyes, still rapidly moving her pen as she glanced sideways, working through the translation in front of her. Sometimes, she wished the teacher would just ask them to do silent work so she didn't have to worry about people trying to talk to her when she was concentrating. Today, this was especially true.

Earlier, in the playground, some of the other kids had been playing truth or dare, which inevitably transformed into a game of 'who likes who' and 'make them hug'. She hadn't been stupid enough to pick dare, of course, but even when she picked truth, and told the truth, people doubted her: 'you're just saying that to get out of playing' one of the boys had complained, disappointed when she'd answered 'no one' to the question of 'which boy do you like?'.

"Nope." Lena replied, when she realised the girl was still staring, eyes expectant.

"You're lying."

Mentally, Lena rolled her eyes. She wasn't even sure why she was entertaining this conversation. It wasn't that she didn't understand why she was being asked. According to the other girls in their year, at least, plenty of the boys in their class would be considered attractive. Many were tall and bright-eyed. Even so, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at them. They might have been pretty, but nine year old boys were incredibly annoying. That alone was enough to put her off.

"I'm not lying," she said with some finality. Her tone was usually flat, which she'd learned only made people trust her less, so she tried to add some tonal flair to it, hoping that the girl beside her would just leave her be. "I don't like anyone. Or want to hold anyone's hand."

"Not even Samuel?" she asked incredulously. Lena was about to respond with a touch more frustration when she added, as though this changed anything, "He runs really fast! Like, really fast!"

"No, I don't like Samuel, and I honestly think you're weird if you do."

The girl seemed quite offended by this, screwing her face up into an astonished frown. Lena finally let go of her pen, straightening up and turning around in her chair to look her square in the face. She didn't say anything, keeping her face indifferent. Maybe she'd finally understand that she wanted to be left alone.

"Calling me weird..." the girl muttered after some time, turning back to her desk. "You're the weird one. And not just because you don't fancy anyone..."

This might have been intended as hurtful, but Lena simply returned to her work, glad to be reading English rather than talking about Samuel.

002 Fearless • Immune to fear effects.

Reducio

Most "scary" things become significantly less scary when you think about them for a bit, Lena reasoned. People were far too quick to jump out of their seat at frightening moments in the cinema, or cling to you when walking home in the dark, or become nervous wrecks after a horror story had been told around the campfire, no longer willing to go anywhere alone. This was obviously awfully inconvenient for someone who both took great pleasure in being alone, and was easily irritated by irrationally fearful people.

Somehow, however, it seemed that the same people who hid under the covers or behind their hands when watching a horror movie, and whined when they were left to brave the toilets alone because no one wanted to get up, took some kind of morbid delight in the adrenaline it provided them with. The screams dissolved into giggled, and the gasps into complaints as Lena tried to no avail to explain the terror away.

"Oh my God... oh my God..."

Movies were harder to enjoy when someone was whispering the whole time. Lena made a vague attempt to tug part of the stolen blanket over her legs as protection from the cold, but the other girls held it tight, scrunching it up in their hands. She was having a sleepover at a friends house. Normally, she didn't like sleepovers, but it was Léonie's birthday, and it was an obligation to attend birthdays, Meline had told her. For some reason, despite having a notorious receptiveness to fear, Léonie had elected horror as the movie genre of the night.

In a naïve attempt to console her, and hoping she might receive some of the covers in return, Lena leaned over and whispered, "It's only a movie. They do the same tricks. Look, the girl will close the cupboard and the killer will-"

-appear in the mirror. As predicted, the killer appeared in the glass before the victim, and the four friends beside her let out a shrill scream of pure terror. It hurt her ears.

"Lena! You're spoiling it for us!" came Léonie's protest only a moment later. The other girls chorused a 'yeah'. Lena could have groaned at that; spoiling it? For them? They were hating it! At least, that's how it appeared. She deserved to be forgiven for the mistake.

Nevertheless, after that ungrateful reception, Lena kept her knowledge to herself. Horror movies were at least a little fun, from a cinematography point of view, and it was quite nice to lazily chew on popcorn. She'd probably find an excuse to get out of the next sleepover. Who knew there were downsides to being so fearless?