She is a wiry, sharp-eyed girl with ink-stained fingers and a perpetually furrowed brow, as though locked in constant mental arithmetic.
Though not striking in beauty, there’s something magnetic in the precision of her movements—measured, deliberate, like she’s always aware of the space she occupies. Her robes, patched and fire-singed at the hem, hint at past experiments gone awry, while a satchel heavy with scrolls and crystal vials pulls at her shoulder.

A faint bruise on her forearm and a fading burn mark on her glove suggest she’s no stranger to physical strain, though she wears her hardships with a quiet resilience. Her dark hair is always tied back, more for practicality than style, and she rarely makes eye contact unless discussing theory—then her amber eyes spark with fervor. She’s quick to speak when explaining a formula, but falters in idle conversation, often misreading social cues or forgetting to soften her tone.
Her resilience is more physical than emotional; she endures cold nights of study better than small talk at the tavern. What she lacks in charm, she compensates with a fierce, focused intellect and a stubborn will that refuses to yield, even when her spells misfire or the world fails to listen.


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- White: Magic Play, Transformations, bullies