Sorry it took so long. Had to mess with the points a bit. Name:
Niamh “Nia” Byrne Nationality:
She usually has long brown hair with slight curls that always seem to be perfectly placed and calculating honey brown eyes. Her height varies, though she tends to try to be around 5’7”. She’s naturally slightly small in breast size and slight in curves at 55 kgs and fair in skin. Personality:
Despite her Irish blood, Nia manages to maintain a rather cool façade, rarely deciding to fight. Instead, she chooses to manipulate those close to the situation to either fight for her, or blame the other over her. Being called a mudblood seems the only thing that riles her up, though she hides it decently well until she can figure out how exactly to take her revenge. Her main goal is to be the best and prove it. When she does fight, she will continue to do so until she wins, even if that means multiple rematches.Background
:Nia was born to two muggles, in an ordinary hospital in the city of Donegal. It was a surprise when her hair turned from a soft red to the same dark brown of her mother’s as soon as she’d been fed and had a chance to actually see her mother. Fortunately, many of the nurses and doctors had just brushed it off as the hair not having been clean enough to truly tell. Also fortunately, at least one nurse in every hospital is at the very least a squib, to help filter magically caused injuries to the proper healers. The nurse at this specific hospital had been the only one able to see and believe the change in the girl’s hair color. Mostly because he recognized that specific ability as being one a particularly clutzy girl a couple years under him, one Nymphadora Tonks, also had. He managed to persuade the muggle staff to allow him to be the nurse assigned to this family. It was then, with the permission of Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic, that he took the time to explain magic to the unsuspecting family.
The result was a lot fewer surprises when their daughter’s hair spontaneously changed colors and her eyes came out purple one day. It also made it easier for her to get her powers under control before she could go to muggle primary. Unfortunately it didn’t help that her teacher, while the best metamorphagus at the time, was a bit of a blood supremacist. He was the first to call her a mudblood, after having failed to keep a disguise for more than a minute or two, the first time she’d tried manipulating more than just her hair and eyes to a consistent form. She hadn’t heard it before. Nor did she know exactly what it meant. But she knew from the inflection it was an insult and she strived harder until she heard the compliment “Hmph, I suppose you are a real
witch after all.” That took all of an hour’s more of training and getting the next facial structure correct for more than half an hour. She was only 4 and had only been in training for a month. This was the person who trained her not to fail, who trained her not to use her powers for goofy hair colors. So when she finally went to school with muggles, when she was 5, she had lost most of the playfulness associated with her age. She never wanted to play dress up, though she did enjoy painting.
It wasn’t until three years later that her impressive control over her ability paid off for her family. The War was starting to get into full swing and neither her nor her family realized the danger they were in. So, when her teacher showed up to take her and, through her determination, her family, to a safe spot, their lives were spared from the death eaters that showed up a mere half an hour later. How he managed to find an Order safe house was beyond her, when she looked back on the fond memory, as he was obviously a death eater to have known about the attack only that far in advance. But she was grateful when the order let her in and she did meet Tonks, if only briefly as she was heading out for a mission.
The Order kept her family safe during that hectic year, and surprisingly, when she returned to school, no one questioned her absence and she still managed to pass the exams through hard training, or rather studying. Her family was resettled, her new home paid for by insurance (they thought it was a fire) and war relief funds (from the wizards who knew the truth). That was also the year that she played with her appearance the most, using the excuse that she was away for a year for her eyes, normally kept dark, lightening to honey, and her hair, previously tinted with red, turning brown. This would become her identity, she decided that year. In the six years until Hogwarts, she kept growing her appearance with her and by the time she was in secondary she was considered the cold bitch of the school, beautiful but frigid. They were fortunate that she’d also managed to control her accidental magic from those comments. Her sorting into Slytherin, her teacher’s house, was a surprise, but a pleasant one. Her goal for the remainder of her time there was to let people know that she was the best, and that her blood was a small hindrance to her full ability.Interesting Fact:
She enjoys taking other people’s appearances, partly for fun but mostly to see how long it takes for others to catch her in the act.Wand:
Light 14 inch Yew with Unicorn hair core.Pet:
Sugar Glider named Po
Awareness 3 +1d notice
Deception 4 +1d act +1d Deception
Magic Expertise 3
Magic Projection 3
Status 3 +1d reputation
Stealth 2 +2d blend in
Will 3 +2d Dedication
Potions and Herbology
Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Care of Magical Creatures
History of Magic, Astronomy, Muggle Studies and Divination
Qualities: Metamorphagus and Stubborn
Drawbacks: Fear: Acrophobia