Name : Bianca Anastasia Sophia Benenhaley
Gender : Female
Age : Sixteen
Year : Sixth
House : Gryffindor
Ethnicity : A mixture of French and British Descent.
Hair/Eye Color : She has dark sable hair, but with plum undertones, that only show up when the sun hits it a certain way. Her eye color is a warm chocolaty...brown. If She could wish something about her away, permanetly, the eyes would be the first thing to go.
Pet : Toads are terribly un-ladylike, and cats smell terrible. The pet that accompanies me is a ferret, who is quite charming, minus the whole problem of her getting into anything she sees. She can't help it, she's extremely curious. I call her Lily, because the name just stuck out in my mind.
Home Life :
Mom [Jeanette Age 38]- She's the only member of the family who is not magically inclined, but also the one Bianca is most close too. She was a model back in her normal life, but gave it up when she met Bianca's father, because he supposedly swept her off her feet. To this day Bianca thinks her Mom made a mistake giving up her career for love. If her parents loved each other like they always said they did, their love should be able to withstand the test of time, and all the romantic stuff. Jeanette raised Bianca with one major thing in mind, that looks can be just as important as personality, because it doesn't help to be easy on the eyes. Because of her mom, Bianca's view of other people is slightly warped, but she is too close to her mother too see that it is a slightly toxic relationship.
Dad [Ethan, 42]- In his younger year he apprenticed at Ollivanders Wand Shop, because the fact that fate chose your wand mystified him. He had worked hard, one day hoping that Ollivander would one day let him find the one wand that was fated to him, and one day that is exactly what happened. That day was his sole most important day in his life he always said, and he swears that it made him who he is today. After he got his very own wand, he studied magic day through night, as long as he possible could, and the school he went too, None other then Hogwarts, of course. He didn't exactly become the world famous magician of his age, but if you ask around, there is always someone who knows him personally. Now he resides at home teaching his two favorite children to do magic as well as himself. His expectations are slightly high, but he just wants his kids to succeed
Brother [Mikail, 13]- The youngest of the Benenhaley clan, he is every bit the pest. The definition of bratty little brother fits him perfectly. The bad part is, he worships me in almost every way, and I get annoyed with him following around and trying to copy my every move. Maybe it would be find if I was his older brother, but im a girl, and eventually he'll copy something bad, that I'll probably get in trouble for. He tries oh so hard to please though, and at times in annoyingly cute. When we have those rare bonding moments, it is nice, but other then that sibling rivalry is the only two words that could explain our relationships.
Diving deeper : She's a very outspoken girl, who believes that if she has opinions, they should be heard, whether people agree or not. She respects others opinions as much as she think people should respect her own. Bianca gets along with boys better then girls for some reason, even though she is not anything close to a tomboy. They just solve their problems so much easier then girls, and they are so chill. Girls are way more lethal then boys, and her mom got stepped on by people who wanted to get to the top in the modeling industry, and she told Bianca never to trust anyone fully, so she always make sure to watch her own back, because If she doesn't who will. She hates too see people cry, it makes her feel bad because it means something terrible has happened to them. She's also better at dealing with other people's problems then her own. All this traits makes her seem like the perfect leader...but, she is a little domineering, and go a little overboard. Sometimes she thinks she has a tiny little sliver of a dictator personality in me and it scares her slightly.
She likes inside jokes, and laughing, and the feeling she gets when she learns a hard spell. Bright colors make her smile. And she likes flattering clothes and long conversations.
she can't stand it when people lie, especially if they do it to make people feel better because that never works. Needles and Spiders scare the bejeezus out of her. She is allergic to strawberries so please don't try to feed her any. And she thinks cream cheese is nasty.
Her aspiration...is simple. She refuses to be her my parents, she won't spend my whole life doing what she loves to throw it away on some guy, and Bianca won't spend her whole life doing something that isn't worthwhile or self satisfying. She knows everyone says they don't want to turn into the mom or dad, but she feels it, she can feel it inside her. Every sheer fiber of her being wants to make it in this life, to be somebody special.
Taking a closer look :The faint smell of cooked food wafted through the air, and would've teased one young girl's hunger into a frenzy. Only said young girl, a Bianca Benenhaley, was fast asleep, and her nostrils were immune to the foods amazing scent. She wasn't supposed to be asleep on this special day, but her brain didn't have a built in clock. So the girl slept on, a quiet snore slipping past her red lips. She would've stayed in this state, immune to the world, but she heard a loud zap near her ear, and her nostrils filled with the stench off smoke. Her nose twitched and her eyes shot open to see the face of her little brother, grinning like an idiot. Bianca shot up out of her bed and reached for the collar of her brothers shirt. "You have one minute to tell me what you're doing in my room, or you're going to be toast." Biance whisper-shouted, trying to seem menacingly. He looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes. "I was practicing, like you big sister" Mikail replied with a goofy boyish grin on his face, and then rushed out of the room, before she could retaliate. Bianca sighed and waved her hand to clear the air of the smell of burnt wood, and dragged herself out of the four poster bed, whose blankets were disheveled from the nights sleep.
