Hiyori is a rather unsuspecting looking girl. She is half Japanese and half English, though her features do lean on the more Japanese side. She has brown hair and brown eyes. Despite all this, she wears a rather cold expression most of the time, preferring to keep her distance from people. Perhaps if someone were to get her to open up, she'd be more warm.

Hiyori is a rather calm and quiet person. She was always taught to take after her mother, which in and of itself was suffocating... Perhaps there's something deep down inside of her that she'd like to change, but she's not quite sure what it is yet. She always figured once she'd get to practice magic like her parents, she'd be able to get to a place where she'd feel more confident in herself. She hadn't had many friends up until this point, and hearing her father's stories of his life at Hogwarts, she is excited to move forward into a time of her life that she gets to have fun with other kids her age.

The first of warm winds comes on the evening Hiyori is born. A little girl. A mother a little disappointed that the daughter is not a son, a father excited to be able to adorn his only child with love, even more excited of the cute and small robes they would be able to adorn her in.

It was always something frilly, Hiyori quietly recalls, scrunching her nose as she thinks. Something she is still not quite a fan of.

Her mother combs her hair in the mornings, and asks Hiyori to help her to make her father's lunch, a bento prepared lovingly, usually with onigiri and salmon. They would eat the leftovers together in the afternoon. Hiyori's mother only speaks to her in Japanese, she insists on doing so in order to keep the culture alive within her daughter. This culture is the same culture Hiyori would curse at times, being different from everyone else who lived here in London.

Hiyori's father worked for the Daily Prophet as a journalist, sometimes gone days while hunting for the next big break in cases to shed more light on. Hiyori loved to read his works in the paper, keeping every single paper that had her father's name on it underneath her bed excitedly, at one point they were the only words she'd recognize off the page. She'd learned how to write his name before her own, since she'd seen it so often. She had a deep love and respect for him, despite him being gone for long periods of time. At least he would try to bring something back for her.

In a bout of missing her father, the newspapers she'd kept underneath her bed were sparked and set on fire, her bed in tatters in the process. Hiyori wailed even more when this happened, being a mere four years old. Hiyori's mother however sighed in relief, despite the damage. She summoned water to take care of the flames, and fixed her bed while trying to comfort her child.

Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 8
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 7