Jasmine Hartfield
What am I? A Witch. Not a nasty one, more like...a witch for the good of people.
I am: Let's just say I look to be 15. (150 yrs old)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight as a rainbow! Oh, wait... (Straight)
I like:
*Helping other people
*Helping animals...
*Practicing my magic
*Making new friends. I mean, who doesn't like that?
I dislike:
*Rude, obnoxious people
*People who hurt animals
*Failing classes, or not doing well.
I am a: student.
Bio:
Jasmine was born in the year of 1861, sometime in May. She wasn't always a witch, though, and was actually born to normal, human parents. Unfortunately, because of the way she acted and behaved, she was always the odd one out. As a result, she was usually teased. She never payed it no mind, however, and kept to herself and her few friends.
However, when she turned 15 in 1876, some mean girls ended up ruining it for her by constantly insulting her and saying, "How old are you now, Jasmine? 65?" and then continuing to point out her flaws. To make it worse, half of her few friends and even her brothers and sisters forgot her birthday. distraught, she ran out to the nearby forest, plopped down on a log and wept.
After a good thirty minutes, Jasmine was finally pulling her senses together. She heard a weird noise and looked around for the source. She found that it was a frog, it's leg was somewhat stuck between the log and the ground. It seemed to be trying very hard to get away, but couldn't. Jasmine, who was always one to help out another living thing, even if it was an animal, tried to get the log off, barely managing to lift it up more than an inch or two. The inch or two was enough though, and the frog was free.
Jasmine smiled and bent down to pick up the frog so she could carry it to the nearby pond, but as she reached out for it, it suddenly started to glow. The glow grew bigger and brighter until it subsided, and Jasmine was looking at the feet of another human being. It was a woman who looked rather old and haggard. The lady coughed and thanked her, before putting one hand on her shoulder.
The glow returned, this time on the old lady's hand. Slowly the glow spread from the lady's hand to completely envelop Jasmine. Then, the glow disappeared, along with the old lady, and Jasmine was left standing there, feeling rather weird. At her feet was a note that explained what had happened.
Dear girl,
Thank you so much for your magnificent kindness. I have not much to offer you, except a blessing. The blessing of magic, which you now possess. You will use it well, I am sure. You probably don't know what to do, but that's okay. The way I see it, being a witch is about experimenting, finding new things. I would suggest practicing and finding the simple things out first. Keep a diary, remember every little spell. We may see each other again, we may not. Please use your powers well and continue being kind.
Jasmine didn't stay in her town long after that, choosing to take along a few of her things, and leaving a small note to her family and friends before disappearing into the night and going to other places. She's traveled around a lot in the following 135 years, but she's finally found the Nuummite Academy, and she wants to settle down and learn.
I like this song: None, sorry.
I am in room: 1E (right wing)
Lastly, I will be attending these classes: Archery, Art, Ancient Ruins, Magic, Astronomy, Alchemy
