[hider=Dawn Memoli] Name: Dawn Evelyn Memoli
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Age: 23. Probably.
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Alignment: Lawful Good
Appearance: 
[img]https://i.imgur.com/C4Mbbgr.png[/img]
Dawn is of a rather unimposing sort, standing at 4’11 with a slim, almost elfish build. Her skin is pale to a point that borders on unhealthy, and her eyes, which are a soft grey, are ringed with dark circles. Her hair is thick and black, and hangs well below her hips- and, as such, it isn’t uncommon to see it tied up into a neat side plait, so as to better keep it out of the way. 

Her choice of attire is almost formal, largely consisting of cardigans and neatly pressed skirts or dress pants- although it shifts from time to time, depending on weather and situation. She usually tops her whole ensemble off with a large sunhat. Given how she prefers the color black in her wardrobe above anything else, it isn’t uncommon for it to seem as if Dawn is on her way to a funeral. 

Personality: 
By nature, Dawn is a gentle soul, soft-spoken and polite towards friends and strangers alike. She attempts to be respectful towards most by default- until they merit otherwise, that is- and, around friends, will often break out of her usual somber personality and act much more openly lively. In addition, while usually composed and naturally serious, she will often become flustered if taken aback or embarrassed. She tends to have a rather dry sense of humor for the most part, and becomes frigid to the point of holding long-lasting grudges when genuinely angered.

While Dawn has a strong code of ethics, she is also a woman of logic and her own observations. When an unfamiliar situation arises, she will often do her best to wrap her head about it, asking questions or simply watching to gain information.

Bio: 
Dawn was born the second child of the Memoli family- a rather infamous lineage among the magical community, seeped in countless centuries of blood and money. Its roots had begun somewhere in Urbino, Italy, serving as condottieri under one Fedrico da Montrefeltro. It was when Montrefeltro inevitably met his end that the Memolis discarded their old code of honor, taking up a path of quietly greased palms and performing little favors here and there. While the family had claimed to have settled from their rather notorious lifestyle some odd hundred years ago, they’re still regarded with a somewhat suspicious eye. 

The Memoli daughter spent her life at the brunt of overprotection and grooming to live up to her family title- something that only worsened after her older brother cut ties. In a somewhat ironic twist, Dawn found herself doing the same thing after she was old enough, moving far from home and taking up the trade of a private investigator. Her family’s reputation haunted her like a shroud- especially when she first got into the business- but after some time, she managed to find her stride. 

Her interest in the Academy, and the admission that resulted, was based upon two things. There was the desire to brush up on her magics as one might expect, and something...other. Namely, a burning curiosity about the place. It was shrouded in mystery, offering more questions than answers. 

And Dawn very well intends to find these answers. 

[b]Power 1:[/b] [i]Psychic[/i] Dawn can pick up on the thoughts and feelings of other people, and if she so wishes, project her own onto others as well. This power is almost constantly active, giving her a sort of radio of surface thoughts and the like. It’s possible for her to probe deeper into a person’s head- digging for specific memories, or to read deeper than the surface thoughts- but not only is this experience highly unpleasant for the person on the receiving end (unless they happened to have invited Dawn in), but Dawn herself finds it terribly invasive, and prefers not to do it if possible. Another facet of her psychic abilities is that Dawn can “persuade” a target into feeling different emotions, seeing what she wishes them to see, perform certain actions, and so on. This isn’t failproof, and the target can resist- especially if they’re aware of what she’s doing, but a battle of willpower is possible.

Likes: 
- Cheesy romance novels.
- Smooth jazz.
- Movies- especially superhero ones.

Dislikes:
- Selfishness
- Banana pudding
- Willful ignorance

Family: Her mother, father, and brother, and several other various relatives.

Friends: (OPEN)

Sentimental Attachment: An old glass paperweight, containing an anemone blossom inside. A gift from an old and dear friend, and something she tends to keep on her person.

Weapon: A Bersa Thunder 380. 
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