Regan Hobbs is a hard girl to miss in a crowd. For one thing, she literally sticks out, at 5'8", a situation she deliberately exacerbates with brilliantly dyed hair and a personality to match. Maybe it's the height that drives it: Regan had her growth spurt early, and so she's spent a long time growing her attitude to match her appearance. Either way, no retiring flower is Regan. She courts notice, and while she certainly prefers positive attention to negative, she's not going to be particularly bothered by the latter either.

The most important thing to Regan is honesty, in all aspects of one's life. Hiding your light behind a bushel is just as bad as lying outright, in her book, and so she refuses to do either. Beware asking her for her opinion, unless you really, truly want it without a sugary coating. And if she feels strongly about something, she will not wait to be asked. This goes triple for friends; she gives it to the people she's close to straight, sometimes appallingly straight, and if they don't like what they hear, well, she's only being honest so maybe it's their behavior that ought to change.

It should not be surprising given all of this that Regan is almost impossible to offend. It can happen, but it's rare and requires a great deal of hard work. Most insults she brushes off, because everyone is entitled to an opinion and other people's opinions have no business affecting her own feelings about herself; and if you think you can get under her skin by giving her the same tough love she gives others, think again: she appreciates the honesty and is willing to concede that sometimes, she needs her own wake-up calls to the truth. She's human, and can be hurt, but you have to be very deliberately hurtful indeed to manage it.

Despite all of this, Regan is still an Azurcrest, and she's as fun-loving as anyone else in her house. Life is for enjoying, after all; otherwise, what's the point? She plays very, very hard when she plays, which is most of the time, and throws herself passionately into everything she does. She's bright and outgoing and looks for the potential fun in everything. She usually finds it, and if she can't, she makes it. There are times when she could stand to take things more seriously.

One such thing? Romantic relationships. Regan has been involved in more of those than your average fifteen-year-old- again, she developed early, and was precocious and eager with it. She likes people, likes flirting and kissing and fooling around and having fun with people, and she has developed a reputation that ranges, among people who gossip about such things, from 'heartbreaker' to 'slut.' She would take issue with either of those accusations- she's just having fun and spreading the love around, and she's never been dishonest with anyone; it's not her fault if people want something other than fun from her- but they still get said, and Regan doesn't intend to change her behavior because of words that don't hurt her anyway.

That Regan is a prefect is perhaps unexpected, but with early development came early maturity, at least of a sort. When she is given a responsibility, she fulfills it, come hell or high-water; it's part of her preoccupation with honesty. She agreed to the position, and so she'll do what it entails willingly and fully. She's a hard worker as well as a hard player, so to speak. And what Regan says she will do, she will absolutely do.

The way her mother likes to tell it, Regan Hobbs came into this world already yelling her head off. There's almost certainly a link between that truth and the fact that her parents never had the energy for another child; Regan was strong-willed and unafraid of using her voice from the very start, and while Gloria was pleased to have such an assertive little girl...well, she could have been a little less assertive.

The art bug caught Regan early; her crayon masterpieces covered nearly every surface of the Hobbs house by the time she was old enough to start school, and having schoolwork to occupy her days didn't actually decrease the volume of her artwork very much at all. She was the kind of child who would doodle all through class and still, usually, come up with the right answer when called on despite not seeming to have paid much attention at all. When scolded for the behavior- or, as she got older, for failing to produce assignments despite producing quite a lot of scribbles- she would always fess up right away, honest and unflinching, and go right back to doing what she wanted to do regardless of the demands of authority.

Despite this difficult behavior, Regan was a bright girl who managed, for the most part, to do all right in most things and outstandingly at anything she set her mind to. Outside of art, her strengths lay in competition and anything that would get her moving, allowing her to work off her copious energy. A retiring flower she has never been.

It was with some relief that the Hobbses sent their daughter off to Ilvermorny. Her Sorting into Thunderbird seemed particularly apt; she was, after all, a fairly thunderous young woman. Regan loved her new House, enjoyed being away from home, and acclimated easily to her new life at school. It was all such an exciting adventure, from Quodpot to the classes in which she could finally do real magic; still, she found it hard to really apply herself in those classes, few of which really catered to her interests or talents or genuinely engaged her. She didn't do poorly- she'd always been smart enough to coast along with slightly-above-average grades, but that was all she did. Coast.

It was her facility with artwork that really set Regan apart. She spent a great deal of her free time experimenting and teaching herself new techniques, both Muggle and magical. A school like Ilvermorny forced one to be self-taught in the Arts, as most Wizarding schools do. There were clubs, yes, but it wasn't the same as true classes, which was why, as her freshman year approached, Regan started a campaign to get herself into Gooseberry- the only school she knew of that did offer such classes. Initially, her parents were leery of sending their only daughter to a relatively new, relatively experimental, and above all expensive school- especially one that would, it seemed, loosen up the discipline Regan was faced with far more than Ilvermorny. Ultimately Regan conspired with the Thunderbird Head of House to apply without actually getting permission. She was accepted before her parents even really considered agreeing to send her there, but that acceptance spurred them into really looking into it, and ultimately they- after a few discussions with the aforementioned Head of House- decided that it probably was the best place to foster her talents; she was never going to make a very good MACUSA employee or Healer or shopgirl, after all.

The fact that she was awarded a partial scholarship on the strength of her talent helped.

Her first year at Gooseberry was like the beginning of a new world for Regan. Here, at last, she blossomed: classes began to actually interest her, and rather than doing all right and only truly excelling in extra-curriculars, she began to perform very well indeed. And having a real art class has been a revelation. Even the setting- the woods, the camp-like atmosphere, the great outdoors, everything- is better for her than the schools she's attended before. And her sophomore year promises to be better than ever.