Quishe
   A Sh*tty Artist <3
* Confused dog noises *
  • Joined February 2017
  • Member of Slytherin
  • 0 House Points
  • 1st Year
  • LK
My Backstory
II A B O U T M E II
NAME: Keisha
GENDER: Demifemale (( I'm fine with she/her pronouns ))
Sexuality: Pansexual , Demiromantic
Fears: SPIDERS, Death, Abandonment and snakes.
Facts: Fiery hatred against the colour pink.
106% of the time reading or drawing
I like drawing. Alot.
Tomboy-ish
Fat / Chub
Y U R I O N I C E
Set fire to dresses and skirts
PHANDOM ,DEMIGOD ,POTTERHEAD, TRIBUTE,TOP, P!ATD ETC
Bipolar depression :D
Will not leave the house without: a) My sketch pad, b) My pencil case c) A book to read (MOST LIKELY RICK RIORDAN) THIS CAN GO ON FOREVER ASK ME ANYTHING ELSE YOU NEED TO KNOW

II F I N D M E ON II
T W I T T E R: https://twitter.com/PhandomsHelp
I N S T A G R A M: https://www.instagram.com/keishaisnotonfire/?hl=en
W A T T P A D: https://www.wattpad.com/user/LordQuishe ( VERY NEW TO THIS )
Q U O T E V: https://www.quotev.com/Phanficz






II B A C K S T O R Y II
I come from an extremely long and historic line of pure-blooded, Gryffindor family. Each member of our bloodline was and is an Gryriffindor, and they are proud to be as so. Until I came alone. I was just a tad bit different from the others, I wasn't loud and proud, Courageous and egotistical, I wasn't straight ( I am Pan ), I didn't hate the Slytherins', as my family, and that has been quite a problem. As I started to grow, my relatives became less fond of me. They hated my guts, my looks , me. They threaten me, and told lies to all. My mother, the usual happy and kind twinkle of her eyes changed, they turned to a gleam of distrust, she glared an un-proud glare at me. She left me, Hoping to the holy gods that I would die soon enough. Though she had forgotten how my strong my magic really is, and how it showed itself from a young age. How I knew how to do magic at ate 3, how I turned myself into an Animagus at age 10. I was somehow able to take care of myself over the years. Till' the letter arrived, inviting me to get into Hogwarts. My Aunt payed the fees for my supplies, and set me off with a threaten. If I made Gryffindor, she would let me stay with her. The cruel hands of fate grasped me into their fingers, placing me into Slytherin house. I am currently an all year stayer at hogwarts. I don't have many friends, as some people are scared of my powerful magic, though most people just bully me and hate me. I am looking forward to meeting more people next year, might even get myself a few more friends, or an partner. Who knows.