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- NICKNAMES Ves
AGE Eleven
BIRTHDAY 7 November 2054
BLOOD STATUS Muggleborn
WAND 11 and 3/4 inches, Blackthorn, Diricawl Feather, Inflexible, Smooth with etched runes
GENDER Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Unsure
LANGUAGES SPOKEN English
FACECLAIM Makoto Kikuchi [x]
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- ATTENDING Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
HOUSE Slytherin
YEAR/CLASS OF First Year
HONORS/CLUBS Quidditch Reserve Chaser, Art Club, Daily Dragon Writer, Literary Society, Wanderlust Society
BEST LESSONS
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WORST LESSONS
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OWL SCORES
- ■ Astronomy ~ X
■ Charms ~ X
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ X
■ Herbology ~ X
■ History of Magic ~ X
■ Potions ~ X
■ Transfiguration ~ X
■ Elective ~ X
NEWT SCORES
- ■ Astronomy ~ X
■ Charms ~ X
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ X
■ Herbology ~ X
■ History of Magic ~ X
■ Potions ~ X
■ Transfiguration ~ X
■ Elective ~ X
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT Unlicensed Private Investigator Student
DREAM JOB Licensed Private Investigator
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- ■ SUBTLE MANIPULATOR She knows how to ask the right questions without raising suspicion. Her charm is quiet, her presence disarming—people talk to her without realizing they’re giving her exactly what she needs.
■ CALCULATING INTELLECT She doesn’t just think—she strategizes. Every clue is a thread in her mental web, and she knows how to tug each one to unravel the truth. Her brilliance lies in seeing the patterns others miss.
■ RELENTLESS DEDICATION Once she’s on a case, she’s in it until the last secret is unearthed. Whether it takes hours or weeks, she’ll chase leads through shadows and silence, driven by a need to know.
■ EMOTIONALLY GUARDED Her loyalty runs deep, but her trust is earned slowly. She keeps her feelings locked behind a polished exterior, revealing just enough to keep others guessing—never enough to be vulnerable.
■ INSTINCTIVE OBSERVER She notices the twitch in a liar’s eye, the smudge on a forged document, the silence that speaks louder than words. Her mind is a camera, and nothing escapes its lens.
■ DARKLY CURIOUS She’s drawn to the forbidden, the unsolved, the unsettling. Not out of malice, but fascination. She wants to understand the shadows—not to fear them, but to master them.
LIKES
- ■ Rainy nights
■ Riddles
■ Antique books
■ Silent corridors
■ Moonlit walks
DISLIKES
- ■ Loud, boastful people
■ Being underestimated
■ Bright daylight
■ Messy logic
■ Unsolved endings
HOBBIES
- ■ Decoding ciphers
■ Sketching
■ Journaling
STRENGTHS
- ■ Unshakeable focus
■ Misdirection
WEAKNESSES
- ■ Isolationist tendencies
■ Tunnel vision
FEARS
- ■ Being powerless
■ Losing her mind
PATRONUS TBD
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- CHILDHOOD Vesper Morwyn was born on a rainy November night in a quiet corner of London, the kind of night her father always said “smelled like secrets.” From the moment she could walk, she trailed him through stacks of case files and whispered theories, absorbing the rhythm of deduction like a second language. Her father, a seasoned detective with a mind like a scalpel, treated her not as a child but as a partner-in-training. They solved puzzles together—crosswords, cold cases, even the occasional missing sock—with a ritualistic seriousness that bonded them deeply.
Her mother, a quiet archivist, preferred order and silence, often retreating into books while Vesper and her father chased shadows. Though loving, she never quite understood Vesper’s intensity or her fascination with the unknown.
At age eleven, when the Hogwarts letter arrived, her father was the only one who didn’t flinch. “Magic,” he said, “is just another kind of mystery. You’ll crack it like you do everything else.” He helped her pack, slipping a magnifying glass into her trunk—not enchanted, just sentimental.
Vesper stepped onto the Hogwarts Express not with fear, but with hunger. A castle full of secrets, enchanted passageways, and centuries of unsolved stories? It was a dream disguised as a school. She kept a leather-bound notebook tucked in her robes, ready to log every anomaly, every whisper, every clue. While other students marveled at floating candles and talking portraits, she was already mapping the shadows.
She writes to her father weekly, encrypting her letters with magical ciphers he can’t decode but loves trying to. Their bond remains her anchor, a reminder that mystery isn’t just about solving—it’s about connection.
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- FAMILY Gareth Morwyn (father), Clara Morwyn (mother)
FRIENDS None
BEST FRIEND None
ROMANTIC INTEREST None
ENEMIES None
PETS One-Eyed Toad named Grimsby
Pended By: ✯ Alice ✯ 10/01/25
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