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Zella Camp
Status:
Half-blood
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Hambleton, England
Function:
First year, Gryffindor
Wand:
33,7 cm chestnut wood and thunderbird tail feather
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Full Name: Zella Camp
Nicknames: Zel
Birthday: May 30th
Occupation: Hogwarts First Year Student
Father: Marx
Mother: Celeste
Sibling(s): none

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Height: 4'8"
Hair: Naturally Brown, Dyed Red
Eyes: Naturally Brown, Brownish Red Contacts
Piercings: Earrings
Tattoos: None
Scars: None
Conditions: Anxiety

` ` ` ` [ P E R S O N A L I T Y ] ` ` ` `
To this day I'm still discovering who I am. Desperate for attention? Not at all. I get anxious when someone tells me "How was your day."  How do I strive attention? I am very optimistic though. I feel that happiness leads to the best people. I enjoy walks alone and admiring the world and its natural beauty. For example the ocean and the plants that inherit it.  I kill people with kindness. Its just my speciality I guess.

` ` ` ` [ B A C K S T O R Y ] ` ` ` `
So I get it. We all grew on this world learning that there is good and there is bad. And you're either one or the other. Let's just say I don't believe in the in-between. You can't be both. You either do more bad or good. That's what my parents taught me. I love them so much. I am an only child so that might explain my lack of socialization. My mother she is a wizard. She is so beautiful and I wish the be like her. Celeste is her name. She is very wise and enjoys knocking some sense into pops. Marx is his name. He is a muggle. He is a big goof ball but he takes my mother's lectures into consideration. They met at a shop in  London. They had this cute relationship where my dad would buy the same pack of gummy bears every Friday. Then you know what happened from there. They had me! Zella Camp. As a child I discovered something about me that I wish upon nobody else. I have anxiety. It happened when I had just turned 8 and I felt s shock of adrenilin rush through my body. I felt like I could't move or breathe for that matter. Mother says this can effect me forever, but this won't stop me from doing what I love to do. I grew up singing but who didn't? Singing helps remind me why I wake up every morning happy. I took singing lessons for 2 years, then stopped. Nobody knows this other than my parents and my best friend. To cut everything short. I'm very happy. I have one best friend who I grew up with. She keeps me sane. Zella, out.