Ophelia Rivers, First Year Slytherin

▨ HEIGHT 175cm
▨ WEIGHT 130lbs
▨ BODY Slim and well defined
▨ FACE Sharp, harsh
▨ SKIN Pale
▨ SCARS Above the right eyebrow, cause unknown
▨ HAIR White, chin-length, usually braided back
▨ EYES Piercing grey, usually cold and emotionless

Ophelia is a naturally detached person, she just doesn't seem to care for anyone other than her own family. The mindset behind this is that everyone besides family will leave at one point or another so there's no good reason to get to know anyone else, let alone let them into her life. That being said, her disposition would make it hard for her to make friends anyways as she tends to be... abrasive to say the least. Between he dislike of people in general, her no-nonsense attitude and expectation for hard work and perfection for herself and for others, people tend to find her off-putting. Furthermore, the lack of emotions makes most people feel uncomfortable talking to her for long periods of time. Ophelia isn't emotionless, but she does refuse to show emotions around others, especially the negative. She is very easily annoyed and is prone to random bursts of dangerous anger when things go south. She prefers to keep to herself rather than go out and spend time with others, and if you see her around with someone else, chances are that she was coheresed into it unwillingly or at a steep price. When she does make friends, they tend to be quiet in nature and work and/or study focused. Ophelia hates liars and lies in general. The smallest of lies will result in the termination of a friendship, relationship or any form of respect she may have held for the liar.

Ophelia was born to Delilah and Bay Rivers as the oldest sibling of five. Her parents, while they cared for their children, focused more on their education and mental capabilities than their personal opinions, feelings and thoughts. They also focused more on their own jobs than their kids, but they had 6 children so who could blame them. They were all born and raised in Swords, Ireland in a large house with plenty of room to grow. They were expected to be the best of the best or they would be considered failures, outsiders, to the rest of their family. As such, they started studying magical theory early to put them ahead, but it's not like they knew how to do any spells, they just knew what they did and nothing more.

Ophelia's first instance of magic appeared young. Really young. She was still only just learning how to speak when it happened. "No" had been her favorite phrase since she learned it, and that day was no exception. She had wanted her parents attention, and was willing to do anything to get it. She threw things around using her hands but that did nothing. Then it happened, just like, well... magic. Her mother's paperwork she was completing for work lifted up from her mothers desk as she was working on it and speed floated down the wall, into Ophelia's room and right into the fireplace. Little Ophelia giggled madly at finally getting her mothers attention, as angry as it was at the moment. She relished in it, or at least, as much as a mere baby could mentally comprehend.