Name: Mina Palladin [Minny, no middle name known]
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Year: 4^th
Wand: Thirteen inch Ash-wood Runespoor fang

Bloodlines:
Pure blood

Pets:
Gray owl flecked with black, bright green eyes.
[Ambrosia]

Special Information:
Slightly blind in her left eye

Appearance:
Mina's black hair falls to the middle of her back, usually swept up into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her skin is pale, seemingly flawless. Mina is tall, easily reaching 5' 6". Her slim frame gives the idea that she's unhealthy, though under her pale skin she's quite nourished. Cunning blue eyes stare back from under a thick layer of mascara and eyeliner, though amazingly never bleeding off as if it's apart of her skin itself. When seen without it, however rare the chance is, many are stunned at her eyelashes - long, thick and strangely white. The corner of her left eye is a faded white, the skin bearing a pink and still raw scar. She tends to wear dark colors, as if she hopes to fade into night. She wears a usual black button-up shirt and black pinstriped pants, with black shoes. She seems to stand out from the other students, but the fact that either she doesn't notice or hasn't found out yet is a clue.

Personality:
Mina's short temper is surrounded by a long patience. Break that, and there's no telling what you've done. Usually, she has a calm and cheerful air about her, much to the surprise of anyone who judges her to be silent and filled to the brim with dread. No, she's careful about what she lets show. Most of that, anyways, is tucked behind a mask. Only few have seen the cold interior that hides inside, tucked deep beneath the fake cheer. Mina tends to be a slacker, and doesn't pay much attention during class - forget about when she gets her assignments done.

History:
Pureblood. Some might even kill to be what Mina would rather not - the thought disgusted her.
Mind had loving parents, even if they did throw in a harsh word or insult every now and then. She seemed to glow with their affection, though on the inside she always knew that something would come along, and she'd never get enough. She knew how right she was. Mina was eight. Christmas. She thought she was at the peak of their love, that nothing would ever change that. She pushed away the feeling to the back of her mind - it was the holidays, why ruin it? But her parents had a surprise. A muggle boy they'd adopted. Mina knew that she should have paid attention. Her parents no longer loved her. Why would they half their affection between a strange girl they were almost too afraid of to call their own, and a little boy she had no chance against? She didn't take it the wrong way. Her parents took it upon themselves like a choice. Mina felt a suffocating sickness when she watched her parents smile down at the little boy, not but two years younger than Mina herself. However little, however innocent they called him, he knew what was doing. Jeering laughs, unforgiving insults. He pointed out her mistakes in such a way Mina couldn't take it anymore. The eve of her birthday, she left. Miles away, with no clue where she was or how she was going to make herself feel better, Mina stopped. At the time, as she paced her room, it had seemed like such a brave thing to do. She'd be a hero to every unloved child in the world, both wizards and muggles. Instantly, both inside her head and out, it started to rain. Desperately, she sought shelter. Only one house and two trees surrounded her. Flat, open pastures surround the side of the road where she walked. Hoping her choice would be the right one, she left for the house. An elderly woman answered the door when she knocked. After hearing her story, the woman took her in. Being soaked through and chilled to the bone, Mina didn't worry about the woman's constant suspicion.

She'd been there for three years. The time had flown bye, fast enough for Mina to forget why she was there. But time seemed to repeat itself. The eve of her twelfth birthday, a sudden storm raged against the small house. Rain pelted the windows, thunder shook the shelter she'd come to call home. A jagged streak of lightening flashed down from the sky and caught one of the two trees in its grasp. Flames roared up almost instantly, denying the droplets of water that fell from the sky. Mina stood at the window, watching the flames lick the sky. Only when the first branch fell did she realize how close the house was to it. And that the abnormal heat that winter had dried out the grass. It would take at least an hour to fully dampen it. Slowly, flames danced closer to the house. Forgetting the woman, the child burst out of the door and raced down the walk, turning onto the gravel road she'd walked on just years before. Stopping herself, she turned and watched with a strange calmness as the house burned. No sign of sympathy or guilt showed on her face or burned its mark into her mind.

Veneficus.
She never realized it. She could have left the year before. The woman, turning out to be a half-blood, had insisted she learn everything a first year her age would. She wouldn't be behind, after all. Two homes lost, one to go.