Fyona Richards, Fourth Year

[Fyona Richards]

[ Full Character Name: ] Fyona Cerys Richards
[ Character Gender: ] Female
[ Country of Citizenship: ] Cardiff, Wales
[ Blood Affiliation: ] Half-Blood
[ Wand:] 9" Black Walnut/Mahogany with White Stag Core
[ DoB: ] October 2, 1995

[ Physical Character Description: ]

Fyona will never walk the catwalk with some of the skinniest models, nor will she be trying out for any weight loss program anytime soon. She is at a "healthy" weight for her age, and now that she has grown over the summer she is the average height for her age. She has butter cream skin which she never tans, but yet it has a healthy golden look to it anyway. Her auburn hair falls neatly below her shoulders in light waves since she nearly always keeps it loose, or either partially in an up-do. She has small red freckles across the bridge of her nose, and under her eyes. They are clearly noticeable at all times, and when she gets angry they look like these big red blotchy bee stings on her face. Her almond shaped eyes are grey-green and are set against her thick lashes. Fyona loves to wear skirts and dresses. From time to time one will find her dressed in shorts and long pants, but jeans are something that she hardly ever wears. She doesn't think that she can get all the movement she wants in a pair of jeans, but to each his own.

[ Personality Character Description: ]

Fyona is very strong willed and is not some push over for all the local playground bullies to have fun with. She will not the one sitting in the back of the classroom hiding from all the others, because she likes to make her presence known. In fact it would be accurate to say that she likes to be "in the mix." She is hardly the type to stay still either. She is the one at pick nicks and in her group of friends to suggest doing instead of sit around and chat all day. Despite her non-sportive appearance, Fyona actually likes to exercise when she is at home and she goes jogging with her father on some mornings. Fyona is one of those people who feel uncomfortable around those who are crying or who feel sad. She would rather surround herself with happy people all the time just to avoid those tears. She especially doesn't like it when she cries herself, because it makes her feel weak and vulnerable. On occasions that she does meet someone who needs comfort she will try her best --which isn't every good. Something that Fyona is always trying to work on is her discipline problem. She knows the rules and she tries to obey them, but sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do. She is not above breaking the rules, but she normally doesn't break the big ones. She does have a subconscious, darn thing, that kicks in. With the most recent of events going in in Britain Fyona has started to doubt herself a little. Taking care of her confidence is getting harder and harder to do.

[ History: ]

Born on October 2, Fyona is the oldest of the three Richards kids in her household. Her mom is a muggle born witch, and her father is a half-blood. So that would make her a half-blood too and she is proud to be one. She would rather not be one of those pure bloods out of touch with everything as her father describe, or the ones who know nothing about magic. When she was a little girl she used to see her parents using magic all the time, especially her mother. She always thought that everyone could do this and started blabbing to some of her muggle playmates, but then her mother gave her a stern spanking for doing this and told her not to do it again. Luckily all the kids were too young to remember so she didn't get into as much trouble as her parents thought she would. There were bigger things going on at the time too that she had no clue how to describe. It was the second rising of this guy. It was a bad guy and she was not allows to do and play with her friends when her parents were not home. That was all she knew and she hated the guy for it because she couldn't go out and play with her friends. For her fifth birthday Fyona received a beautiful violin that her mother taught her how to play. The five year old would sit on her bed and play all day long. She wasn't good at all, but with a little practice she knew she would soon have it. Plus she heard the lovely music coming from her mother's violin and knew that it was only a matter of time before she could play like that herself. When she was only six years old she was able to move stuff whenever she got really angry. Those were the first signs of her powers and she was pretty excited about them. The thing was she couldn’t use them when she was happy which would make her mad again/ Of course when she got mad she could move things again which made her happy, and the cycle continued. That soon went away though as she got older.

At the age of seven she became an older sister which made Fyona think she was special. She used to try and make up stories for her little sister, Raithe, and she used to act them out as well. At this point the guy had been gone for some time now and Fyona was glad to be rid of him. When she was seven she was also going to school for little kids since her parents wanted to make sure that she got a proper education and was able to mingle into the regular muggle society. She knew some magical kids on her block who went to her school and some non-magical ones too. So they formed their own little click and started all sorts of adolescent trouble. Fyona's parents would tell her stories about when they were in school and how they used to have so much fun. This was the first time that she had heard of Hogwarts and she soon learned that she would be going there too. She could not contain her excitement and tried to make sure that her powers had not gone away so that when the time came she would be able to still go to the school. When she was ten she had learned all sorts of things from her mother's books and she was able to do some spells and incantations that her father said that he had not been able to do when he was her age. She was very ecstatic when he told her this. Now all that she needed was an excuse to keep learning.

For her, things really didn't start to heat up until her second year at Hogwarts and what a year it had been too. Besides her daily exercise of wandering from corridor to corridor with no sense of where she was headed, she had met some interesting people and had been in for the roughest time in her life. She met Claire and Trixie, not minding Claire but starting a rivalry that she only half understands with Trixie. It was actually after her first encounter with the two that she met Artemis. Giggle, shy, and quite at a loss at how to form a coherent sentence Fyona wasn't too sure of how to act around the Slytherin. In fact, it seemed every time she tried to open her mouth all that came out was nonsense and her face flushed a deep crimson. Despite her inabilities at many things Fyona made it through the first part of the year with no problem, it was only when she got back from winter break that things headed south. The faceless people as she refers to them entered her life and made a complete mess of things. She managed to escape the castle that she had, for some time after the event, come to dread to live in. With the closing of the year Fyona felt like she was headed nowhere in the midst of all the happenings.

[ Special talents/knacks : ]

Fyona is not really a special person at all. Pretty much the only thing she has going for her is the that she is able to memorize really well on account of her semi-photographic memory. Her capacity for learning is huge, and she can catch on to most things quickly when she really puts her mind to it. She really doesn't do this though because she tends to run out of steam half way through sometimes. Depends on how boring the activity is. The girl can also play the violin really well. She has been playing since she was old enough to pick up the musical instrument. In the beginning she was absolutely dreadful, but now she can play like no other.

[ Her Thoughts: ]
- Dragon Pox, wtf?!

--=Fyona Through The Ages=--



Age 11


Age 12


Age 13

*Other Ages to come if/when she gets there.*