Evelyn was small for her age, but that hardly made her seem weak. With a shock of white hair and eyes like Scottish hills, she was the figure of curiosity and assertion. Despite her narrow frame, or perhaps because of it, she had learned to climb, and often teased that her freckled face helped her blend with the bark of whatever tree she'd ascended that day. Of course, the length of her left forearm was a tangle of scars from one such incident, where her landing was much less graceful than her climb.
Evelyn favored the colors blue and orange, and these often appeared in her jewelry-- an assortment of costume pieces from eras gone by-- and in her socks, which were nearly always knee-high. She didn't wear any makeup except lipstick, which was nearly always some horrible shade of "exciting" or "interesting" and she scrunched up her nose when anyone said otherwise.
Since Evelyn could walk, she had climbed. She said it was one of the few times she ever got to look down on anybody else, but she wouldn't say whether it was to judge them or just to see them more clearly. It was easy for her to work out the details of a problem from the big picture, but harder to understand the big picture from the details, and the view the heavens offered provided just such an opportunity.
Evelyn was curious about everything, from magic and potions, to why her kindergarten friend Sarah no longer enjoyed peanut butter and preferred hazelnut spread. Anything that happened was something to ask questions about and Evelyn took that responsibility on as her life goal. At some point, she learned the saying "you cannot hate that which you understand," and has since gone about trying to understand as much as possible. Despite her tendency to jump to conclusions and fill in the blanks of a given situation, she rarely does it out of judgment and more often out of impatience. She wouldn't consider herself shy, although others often do, and she rarely has more than a friend or two at a time.
What pleased one parent would never please the other, and Evelyn often wondered if that was her fault. As much as her dear mother muggle had wanted her to become the brightest student at her own grade school, it simply wasn't possible. And as much as her dear wizard father had wanted her to become the brightest witch at Sonora, that wasn't likely either. Since she'd shown signs of magical abilities at the age of five-- just months before she was set to begin kindergarten-- she hadn't shown much more.
It was clear she could fly a broom, handle a magical garden, and concoct a basic potion, but the basics of spellcasting simply weren't basic for her. Her parents taught her at home the first year she was meant to go to Sonora, with the hopes of unlocking some deeper magical ability, but the best she'd been able to do was a sleeping potion, a feat that would've amazed many other parents.
She hadn't found out until she was almost eleven that her mother was not, in fact, a muggle, but a squib who had chosen to live away from the magical world, and she often wondered how much of that squib blood was impacting her own magic. Most days, she didn't care, and she was happy enough to climb and play and learn, just like any other child. Unfortunately for Evelyn Stones, she was not like any other child. Or at least, none that she had met before arriving at Sonora.
When Evelyn finally found out about her mother's status as squib, she was devastated. However, it was not due to judgment or grief, but betrayal. She had only found out when her mother's father-- her grandfather-- passed away and a number of wizards turned up to the funeral to pay their respects. As it turned out, Evelyn's grandfather had pushed her mother away and refused to meet Evelyn for fear that she would turn out just the same. Such an arrangement would hurt any child, but having spent so many years disappointing her parents anyway made it all the harder.
With the opportunity of Sonora just a short while away, Evelyn spent most of her time reading about religion and philosophy. She didn't understand most of it, but she understood enough to figure out who she should pray to get in, and who she should ask for luck from. She hoped that it would be enough, but who could tell with the gods? She tried not to wonder if there were any.
Evelyn's passion for potions and herbology started young and she's been developing those skills since she can remember. Although she's not particularly good with any of the wand magic that others seem to favor, she's curious, and often wonders at what she might learn about vampires or werewolves in Defense Against the Dark Arts, or about dragons in Care of Magical Creatures. She's also good at hopscotch, a game she picked up in the few brief years she was allowed to interact with muggle children, and can wash dishes better than most adults she knows.
Evelyn is an adept climber and broom-rider, although her hand-eye coordination would make her a poor Quidditch player. Most of her time at home is spent reading and she enjoys learning about mysticism.
Maternal Grandfather: Arnold Watson
Wizard who, when his daughter was born, disowned her and refused contact due to her status as squib. Passed away shortly before his granddaughter, Evelyn, turned 11. She discovered her mother's heritage during funeral attendance, upon noticing a number of wizards and witches there.
Father: Mathias Stones
Wizard with a temper, Mathias is particularly disappointed in his daughter, Evelyn's, apparent lack of strong magic. Although he was happy to have married a squib, he hadn't considered the possible impact on his own child, and turned bitter upon learning this. Rarely raises a hand in anger against either his wife or child, it does happen and his temper is enough to make them both eager to avoid him when he's upset. His wife is eager for Evelyn to pursue either a life as a witch or as a muggle, if it means satisfying her father, as she sees a lot of the same in her own deceased father. Mathias is kind enough to his wife when Evelyn is not around.
Mother: Charity Stones (nee Watson)
A squib who chose a muggle life until meeting Evelyn's father. Disowned by wizard father.
Sarah was Evelyn's friend during kindergarten and her early muggle schooling days before being pulled out for homeschooling in witchcraft. At some point in kindergarten, Sarah stopped preferring peanut butter and began having hazlenut spread on her sandwiches. The reason why has eluded Evelyn since then.
After meeting Ness McLeod at Orientation, Evelyn had high hopes of being sorted into Alandren alongside her new friend. However, fate would not agree and she was sorted into Pecari. During the opening feast, however, she met and befriended Malikhi Hill, a fellow first-year Pecari. Not sure what love really means, what relationships are like, or what she thinks of them, Evelyn is torn between just wanting to focus on academics, just having friends, and the pull she feels towards both of her new friends.