I'd love to help. Is there a charrie sheet somewhere?

What is the plot?

Name: Opal Rewan

Gender: Female

Magical Power (Make it something simple like fire bending, yet you can have multiple powers): She can control water, and can freeze water and such.

Appearance: Opal has jet black hair that is shoulder-length, dark brown eyes that have a certain glimmer to them, and fair skin with freckles dotted across it.

Personality: She's a dreamer, and usually seems to be in a different world, but when she finds something interesting or unusual, she will stop at nothing to learn more about it. When she's scared or confronted, she generally freaks out, even if she appears calm on the outside.

Background: (I don't know the plot, but you can change her backstory if needed) She lived/lives with her family in a beachside house. When she was younger, she and her brother were always outside, and having fun together. However, when they grew older, they drifted apart, and now rarely talk. When  he got accepted into a private school they both strived to get into, and she didn't, it was the final straw for her. (Long story short, she accidentally did something terrible to her brother).

Other: None.

~Saga Stacy

My life completely changed when I went to middle school. I had been homeschooled, but my parents knew that they couldn't teach me some things that well as a "human" school can. They told me to hide my birthmark, and never to use my abilities. Hi, I'm Saga, a magician girl with the ability to summon things from my imagination. It's very useful and all, but the power is very draining, and more of a curse than a gift. What's worst is that I sometimes summon whatever is in my thoughts. It's even worse when almost everyone around me cannot be trusted.

Day 1 of Middle school

"Saga! Remember to cover up your birthmark!" my mother shouted.

"I know!" I shouted back. It's a small rough image of an brain with an eye in the center on my shoulder blade. Some magicians are lucky to have it in their thick hair. Others have to be very careful to conceal it to other humans.

"Be careful honey." my mother said.

"I will mom!" I replied.

"Many magicians have been killed upon being discovered. I don't want you to be in danger. Remember if you need me, summon the pebble." she said, holding the pebble in her hand.

I knew the pebble well, for it was a way for me to contact mom that my life was in danger. I hoped that I never have to use it.  

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The moment I arrived at school, I was bewildered by the number of people. Calm down Saga. I thought. Don't want to randomly summon things. 

"Hey!" said someone.

I turned around in horror. Did someone know that I am a magician?

"You look new here! Do you need any help?" a kind girl looked at me. She had long and wavy brown hair and brown eyes to match. She said something in spanishy, but I couldn't decipher what it meant. "I'm Abigail! You must be new here! I'll take you to the principal." Before I could react, she took me by the arm and ran toward the school.  

Name: Bleu Shasta

Gender: Female

Magical Power (Make it something simple like fire bending, yet you can have multiple powers): She can shapeshift

Appearance: Fourteen years old, Wavy brown hair w/ teal highlights, caramel-brown eyes with darker brown specks, tall, thin, slender fingers that are suited for piano; Wears a teal & green, tie-dye dress, teal leggings, pink boots, wears a pink shawl.

Personality: Nice, a good artist, loyal, but is naive at times; knows morse code; average brainpower, optimistic, an improvisation kind of person; Silly

Background: Her father and mother raised her until she was twelve, and then died miraculously of old age, and weren't drastically murdered.

Other: Cat person

Oh, BTW, if my appearance and personality don't fit the time period, sorry! I just copied and pasted my standard RP appearance.

This looks really interesting! I already love it so far. 

Name: Saphira Frost

Gender: Female

Magical Power: Telekiniesus. (Did I spell that right?) She can lift and control objects with her mind.

Apperacne: Long straight black hair, deep dark blue eyes

Personality: Shy and quiet on the outside, Saphira is really passonite about the things she bealives in on the inside. She has a bit of a temper and has been known to accidentally destroy things when angry. 

Background: Normal childhood.

Other: She likes riddles and puzzles. She has to exercise her mind, other wise the only thing she'll be able to lift is a feather. As a result she's good at problem solving and quick thinking in tough places. 

Sorry it took me a while!

~Saga Stacy

Who the heck is this Abigail? I think, as she drags me toward the building. There were some snickers and "There she goes again." from the people I bump into and pass by. When we reach a room labeled "Office", Abigail takes me inside.

"Oi Martha! We have a new student!" Abigail says to the front desk.

"That's wonderful!" a short lady's head pops up from the desk, holding a massive amount of paper. "What's your name miss?"

"Sage Stacy" I reply,

"Ah, yes. Welcome Mrs. Stacy. Your homeroom is 203, Mrs. Davis. She'll give you your schedule, a map, and anything you need to know about the school." the lady said.

"That's the same one as me!" said Abigail, he face filled with a giant, toothy smile. Ew. It's not safe to get someone too close to you, I noted that I should be careful around Abigail.

When we arrive in the room, a pleasant looking lady welcomed us.

"Welcome! I'm Missus Davis, and I'm your homeoom teacher! Please take a seat" she flashed us a smile. I was suprised she had a New York accent. It's unfortunate there arn't many of those people now. I was forced to sit down next to Abigail, the only two seats left.

"It seems that everyone is here now." Mrs. Davis says. She began blabbing about the school, and began passing out schedules as she called on our names. Abigail was of course going to compare. I was about the blow up by summoning a folder inbetween us until she said something.

"Aww! I only have second, third, and fifth with you!" Abigail whines. Thank god. I only have his barnacle sticking to me half of the my day. I wonder how long I could survive.

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