Personality:

Cautious || Adaptable || Defensive || Sarcastic

Nervous Traits:

Rocking on heels || Adjusting Clothing || Pacing

"Some children are sinply just born with tradgedy writtin in their blood."

To describe Caelyn one would have to begin from her childhood. Where she was born of blood and fire. Her mother and father loved happy lives, using their magic only for the good of healing. It wasn't until the magic bans that they learned how to cope- to survive. To hide. It was there they had Caelyn and a few years later a little brother. Torin was the trouble child, the one their parents were always after to make sure he followed the new rules; no matter the cost.

Rule one: Never trust an officer, Witch Hunter, or Human in general.

Rule two: Never attack them unless your life depends on it; and even then- you should never use your magic for harm.

Rule 3: Most important of all- Protect each other.

It should have been simple. Till it wasn't. It was no surprise when the humans still found a way to purge witches; and Caelyn's parents were no exception. She watched as they fled their home; took what they wanted and killed her parents by stake. It was then the hatred in her grew; Torin was no exception. It was then. She vowed to never let harm come to her brother even if she had to burn the world to do it.

Caelyn looked much like her mother. Raven black hair, curled slightly at the ends reaching just below her shoulder blades. Her ears were sharp, pointed slightly at the tips making her look more fae like than human, and her eyes green like the forrest floor surrounding her home. Or what used to be her home. Slender angular cheeks; however her chin more round; a small scar from a fight with her brother. Button nose- though slightly crooked from breaking it one to many times. Only standing at 5'5 Caelyn learned how to be quick when in a fight- or when to run.

\not to great at these honestly\