𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

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Sinclair is fair skinned, with a neutral undertone. She has unruly, cool jet black hair, light amber eyes, and a small pointed nose. Her features are sharp and cat-like. Sinclair is built with a slightly androgynous silhouette, with broad shoulders and slim hips, causing some to mistake her for a pretty boy. During her first few Hogwarts years she doesn't wear makeup, but as she matured into her witchhood she found she quite enjoyed a bit of red eyeshadow. Influenced by her parents in countryside Somerset, she is a bit of an old soul and does not care too much about trends, and can be found wearing styles ranging from Victorian to the 1940s.
At 16 and older, she is 175cm.

𝕻𝖘𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖊

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At 12: Sinclair has been described to be somewhat of a pessimist at times, but she just explains that she's being realistic. She's quiet and does not stand out in a crowd, but when required she is not afraid to step up and get things done, even if she gets her hands dirty. This is due to a rather independent lifestyle as an only child on a farm, having been taught responsibility at a young age. This sometimes reflects in her open honesty, which at times can make her seem a little confrontational, impatient, or even rude. She's a quick learner, having had to adapt to situations quickly to help her parents, and loves to learn (and there's plenty to on the farm!). She knows that making mistakes isn't a bad thing, it's an opportunity to learn and get better. To people around her, she seems aloof, laid back, and just observes from a distance. There was always much to do on a farm, and she was going to find time to recharge whenever she could. This mentality has stuck. She does not enjoy crowds and overly loud places, being much too used to the peacefulness of the countryside. Tending to have below average energy for socialising, she will not want to interact with people who are exhausting, who are overly expressive, and/or do not understand boundaries. She does have a witty side, which may come off as a surprise due to her usual indifference.
At 13: Having experienced loss in various ways within the past year, Sinclair has become more withdrawn. She studies instead of socialising, and spends her spare time practicing her spells alone as it gives her an outlet for emotions she does not know how to deal with. Reluctant to depend on others, she tends to deal with anything by herself, thinking it is her responsibility and that others simply cannot be depended on. Her issues and inability to deal with them in a healthy manner has caused her to have little to no patience when it comes to other people's struggles.
Sinclair won't know she likes girls until she's older. She currently doesn't care about romance.

𝕭𝖎𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖞

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Sinclair was born as an only child to loving parents on the 7th of November, 2012. Apart from being taught to be independent, she constantly feels the pressure of being the only offspring of her family and does not want to disappoint her parents.
Sinclair would get most of her basic education from a small local primary school, however always struggled to make friends, especially after her first instance of magic. Unexplainable things would start to happen around her, such as someone's belongings missing- only to turn up in her locker, or her objects would be "accidentally" thrown at someone during class, causing disruption. It was probably around this time when she developed the idea that she'd much rather not interact with people so as to not get attention, which, on top of her issues with her social battery, has stuck since.
When she was 8, she had enough of this and so did her parents, who didn't believe her when she explained she had nothing to do with these disruptions. They pulled her out of school and instead hired a home tutor so she can be home-schooled for her remaining primary years. Strange things would still happen, but at a much lesser rate.

Outside of academics, a day-to-day on the Carver farm could include tending to the chickens and ducks, harvesting from the trees and the gardens, or even a day out with her mother hunting in the nearby woods for deer, pheasants, and rabbits to be sold to local inns and restaurants. Her father used to join but he insists his hands get shaky nowadays. Sinclair hasn't hunted something yet, but she's always enjoyed watching her mom with her 12 bore shotgun. And, being great at keeping stealthy, her mother didn't object to her being there either. Naturally, ear protectors were always worn.
During the evenings, her father can often be found by the fireplace, carving small sculptures and trinkets to be sold online. He says he likes to keep the tradition of their family name alive. She had never known her grandparents as they had passed by the time she was born, but family gatherings with aunts, uncles, and cousins happened a few times a year. She doesn't socialise too much with them despite holding respect for them - she prefers the ducks and the farm cat.

When a Hogwarts representative came to visit and broke the news to her and her parents, it felt too surreal. Her father gave her a pat on the back and exclaimed, "Why my dear, no wonder strange happenings occur around ya!" Growing up she'd thought her life was to be on the farm, to take over her family's business, and that was that. Yet, a part of her trembled with excitement- did she dare to dream of more?

𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈

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She thought she must've been seeing things...
In December, a month after her 6th birthday, she was told to gather the firewood on a snowy night as punishment. Her father knew just how cold it was, but she had gotten into a little argument with him over wanting to go to town and make friends- We have our hands full, her father explains. She didn't want to listen and...got a little too angry for her father's liking. Oh, she still remembers how hot her face became. He told her to grab firewood from the shed outside to cool off. So, she lugged the wheelbarrow with a scowl and took a waterproof tarp with her, started loading it up. It was cold, and the firewood was rough on her fingers. She sat down on the dry floor in the shed and buried her head in mild frustration. Somewhere in the middle of all this, pieces of lumber just started floating from the pile. But one started smoking, and before she knew it, a corner lit up on fire.
"Stop!" She gasped frantically, reaching towards the firewood, ready to chuck it out into the snow- but the fire extinguished just as the word had come out of her mouth. The firewood barely weighed anything now, until they all landed with a soft clunk in the wheelbarrow. She couldn't believe it. And, well.. neither did her parents when she returned and told them. She gave up midway trying to explain- eventually believing she must've just been imagining things.

𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗
Full Name: Elisabeth "Liz" Carver
Nationality: English
Birth Year: 1979
General Appearance: Dark brown hair, always tied in a braid | Light amber eyes | Freckled | Face full of energy and spunk
Occupation: Hunter, farmer, private shooting coach
Relationship: Average. Dependable, teach through doing. Sews historical clothes for Sinclair during downtime and loves dressing her up.

"𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙."

𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗
Full Name: Miles Carver
Nationality: English
Birth Year: 1972
General Appearance: Messy mid-length black hair, grey around the temples | Green eyes | Smile lines | Humble and tired eyes
Occupation: Craftsman, farmer
Relationship: Average. Comfortable, but not immune to arguments. Teach through doing, and a bit of lecturing. Knows all the dishes Sinclair likes to eat.

"𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖚𝖕, 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖉𝖆𝖞."

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Sinclair watches from a distance as she leans against the stony windowsill, her cold, light amber eyes trying to discern the purpose of your visit. Beyond the brief observation of your posture, her mind seems miles away and she stares back out the window. Her thoughts about your presence, if any, are unclear. A small carving tool catches the light as it emerges from her pocket along with a broken antler, and she starts to whittle the pitiful horn into dust.

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