I'm not very good at writing character histories so don't judge. :P

[hider=Name: Avery Vanderwalt][

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Height: 5'10

Weight: light. 

Appearance

Head: Shoulder blade-length, thin ash blonde hair that is usually tied in a messy bun atop her head. Loose strands of hair fall to the sides of her face, framing high cheekbones and an angled chin. She occasionally wears a thin black headband to keep the loose strands from flying about. Her eyes don't have one set colour, rather a mix between green, brown and grey speckles. 

Torso: Avery has a very slight, lithe frame and considers herself as underweight. She has a thin waistline and little cleavage and keeps it covered under a black leather jacket. A zip runs from the top to the bottom, allowing her to leave the collar, which stops just below her chin, folded down. Underneath she wears a plain white, slim-fitting tank top and a silver necklace with a small cross at the end.

Arms: Her fingers are long and thin, her right hand gloved in brown fire-proof material. On the underside of her left wrist the numbers "53" are tattooed in navy blue. The numbers are also located in the centre of the small of her back and her left ankle.

Legs: Avery wears black skinny jeans on her lean legs and brown lace-up boots that reach halfway between her feet and knees. 

Personality: Avery has a seemingly rather hard exterior as she's untrustworthy and a bit jaded and broken. She speaks little, often only when spoken to, yet longs for conversation. She acts more openly to those she's been around and feels more comfortable with, which is a rare occurrence in her life. Her solitary façade makes her appear often vulnerable, although she is quite the opposite. 

History: Avery was an only child, living with her parents on a small farm, plagued by dying animals and crops. She grew up there until she was 15, working her fingers to the bone everyday with nothing more than half a meal a day, the rest going to her alcoholic father and bedridden mother. By winter of Avery's fifteenth year, a large snowstorm enveloped the farm in a sheet of white snow, killing off the last of their crops and livestock. Her father was forced to take her into the market with their last treasured possessions in order to make some small coin to last them through the season. There, Avery caught the eye of a rich and proud land-owner who offered to buy her for a hefty sum of money, to which Avery's father immediately agreed. 

Avery discovered that this particular man owned a large estate where he collected women like trophies - the estate the cabinet. Upon her arrival, the man had the numbers "53" burned on several parts of her body with a hot iron, representing that she was the 53rd woman to be owned by him. He repeatedly abused the girl for three years, all the while her abilities manifesting within her. Three years passed and Avery came to the decision to take action to free herself from her tribulations by taking a dagger to her captor's throat. Days steeped themselves in night as Avery plotted her attack until the perfect moment came. She crept into his room as he slept, surrounded by beautiful women that threw themselves at him. She pointed a blade at his neck, preparing herself. Instead of a quick and clean kill, fire engulfed her right hand and launched itself from her fingertips, burning the flesh to a bright red. The knife fell to the ground, red and orange flames licking the walls and colouring it with soot. Clutching her hand, Avery ran out of the estate and watched the impressive building collapse into a blackened rubble. As she lay on the grass in the front garden beneath the star-ridden sky, a sudden cooling sensation flooded her bloody hand. Her left hand had become a pale blueish colour and was emitting a strange aura, despite that the hand itself didn't feel as cold as it looked. At the same time, the flesh on her burnt hand began to crawl back into position, although the wound did not completely heal. Energy shot through Avery and she got up, realising that she was one of them. She was a Wanderer and didn't belong in the pathetic life of a mundane. The girl fled, relocating herself to the renowned home of the Wanderers. The Academy. 

There, Avery began to hone her abilities over the next 6 months in solitude, away from the presence of others who might distract her. She adopted the one glove to protect herself from the fire of her own abilities. She became agile and a difficult target, alongside her highly-ranked abilities, her extraordinary prowess unknown to her fellow classmates.

Powers: 
Primary - Black Magic (Ice + Fire)
Secondary - White Magic 

Guild: Black Mage

Theme: MisterWives - Reflections (Milkman remix)[/hider]