To the people who made Grace, Ophelia, and Aurora: I'm really sorry I didn't say we capped at five in my description. I regret to say that you can't join, but I find that the most crowded RPs die the most quickly.

Really sorry,

Brookeira 

@Indigo: I reread your charrie sheet and see that you worked really hard on your charrie, so since you joined right after the cap, I guess you can join.

I'm really sorry to Abigail and September, I STILL LOVE YOU PLEASE FORGIVE ME

Also, here's how Briar looks:

We can start! :)

Sorry I didn't post sooner.

Name: Alexandria Augusta Anthony

Age: 13

Appearence: See picture.

Personality: She is a loner, and doesn't have many friends. She is very quiet, but if she see something that she thinks is wrong, she will speak up. She hates bullying of any kind. Alex dislikes her name, which her rich socialite mother gave to her. She is very smart, and loves to read. She has a good sense of humor, but most people don't know that. She loves music and art, and is an accomplished pianist.  

Power: She can speak any language, and can, given time, translate most written languages and codes. (Is this to OP?)

Room Appearence: She has a neat desk against the window. Her walls are colored peacock blue, and she's stuck pieces of sheet music, and pictures by famous artists on the walls. Over the bed she's made a makeshift canopy out of a big strip of tule fabric. 

I guess I'll start... Also, Max's personality may turn into a more of a 'cheerful, hopeful, and kind' type of person--So I apologize. She also may seem naive, but she's younger then the others sooo...

Max~

As my eyes begin to focus, I realize that I am awake. And not sleeping. I probably should be sleeping. I close my eyes again until I notice that I'm hungry. Really hungry. Getting ready may be more important. Groaning, I rub my eyes and drag myself to my closet.

As I slip on my dress and tie my hair into a rather short ponytail, I open the door to my room and brighten up, because today is another day!

With more jumpy steps, I make my way to the cafeteria. I wonder if they have waffles today, maybe even pancakes!....Ohhhh, pancakes sound so good right now. I nervously say hi to nearby students, but they seem to ignore me.... Well, maybe they didn't notice me!... Or they were just sleepy and all.

I grab a tray from the table nearby the door, and step to the lunch ladies.

"Good morning, Ms. Ladens!" I chirp to the lunch lady in front of me.

"We're having eggs, bacon, and sausages today, hon," she kindly replied, plopping the food down on my plate.

Well, it may not be pancakes, but I bet this bacon will make up for it! I plop myself near some other students.

"Hello! Who are you?"

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That last sentence is said by Max, by the way. I just wanted to end it like that 'cause it sounds cool. 

Yeey!

Fauna~ Oh joy, I'm stuck with a hyperactive nutjob. I roll my eyes as she greets me with a too-cheery "Hello!"

I scrunch up my face and give a sarcastic "Whatever."

Sadly, I'm pinned between some other students so I can't switch chairs. I knew when I saw this table some dorks were gonna come along. Why me, why me . . .

Heck, it's always my luck. First Mom and Dad ship me off to boarding school just because they're stinkin' rich, and then they make me go here, just because some weirdo sent them an expensive-looking flyer.

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Sorry this is short, I'm busy and stuff, and I'm still debating if I should keepmy charrie a bully . . . 

 Briar-

"Hey."

Briar lurched from her thoughts and saw a girl standing over her, biting her lip. She had straight black hair and reeked of makeup and hairspray, though she seemed nervous; not the type to mock Brair about her paleness or the shadows under her eyes.

"Hello," Briar said, smiling, "you can sit here. Just don't touch the fur."

The girl looked down and saw the fur for the first time. She cautiously dodged it and placed her tray down.

"Briar," said Briar.

"Grace," said Grace.

The fur was a few strands of the grey unblinking dog's fur. It seemed like normal fur when you first saw it, but touching it gave you a splitting headache and, when you weren't looking, it changed position.

At that moment, someone else sat down with us... 

~Grace~

I practically roll out of bed, exhausted. I had spent the night finishing Ender's Game, and despite my best efforts I got to bed rather late. I slip out of my night clothes and pull on a pair of darkwash jeans, a sweater and black Vans. I head to the bathroom to check the state of my hair and face. 

I have a pimple just below my nose and terrible dark raccoon eyes. I wash my face, put on moisturizer and then some simple makeup. My lips are dry and cracked, so I try to find some lip balm to wear instead of lipstick. Stupid me- my only available lip balm stinks of cheap perfume. I brush my hair and sprinkle a bit of water on it to stop it from being poofy, then leave for breakfast.

I carry my tray of eggs and bacon over to the first table I spot. I asked her if I could sit and she gave me a subtle once over before welcoming me to her table.

"Briar."

"Grace." I sit down, avoiding the odd-looking wolf pelt on the bench. Because isn't a slightly gothic and frankly tacky bit of decoration in the shape of a wolf just what you want in the morning? Totally not a sign this school is run by nutters. (Don't judge, Grace, I remind myself. I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation...)

A cheerfully grinning girl with short, poofy brown-and-blue hair sits down next to me. I can see the girl smushed between Brookeira and another kid roll her eyes sarcasticly. Hyperactive cheerfulness is just what you want early in the mornings, after all. Like wolf pelts on the tables. Despite the vicious nature of my thoughts, I introduce myself as politely as I can manage.  

Max~

The girl with the wavy blonde hair doesn't tell me her name yet, but that's okay! She's probably just tired and all.

"And who are all of you?" I ask the other two.

"I'm Grace," one of them replies, with a polite-sounding voice. I smile. Her hair is black, and straight, and she smells slightly of perfume. She's rather pretty, actually. 

"Briar," the other replies. Her shirt has a UFO and some text saying, "I want to believe". Cool!

"I'm Max, by the way," I inform the others. "I hope I get to know you all better!" They look uncomfortable. Am I doing something wrong? Oh, I do hope not. I look down, embarrassed, and quietly finish the rest of my food.