May I join? Idk how much I'll be able to post though lol

Name: Hawk sprawe

Pronouns: Male, he/him

Appearance: Sharp, angular face, narrow eyes that are always watching something, curly brown hair. 

Personality: Very observant, loyal to close friends, sometimes can ignore people a bit too much.

Powers (optional, you can be totally normal): Is supposed to have a wing set, but his wings are extremily damaged. 

Other: Shipping is open!

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Alright! So, for some background info, Mr. Yin asked all of your characters to help him find a book he lost, somewhere on the fifth floor of the school. The fifth floor is the highest floor of the school, and it's mostly abandoned, except for Ms. Dubois, who holds science class up there. There's also a lot of magic (mostly involving cursed items, magic mirrors, and alternate dimensions).

And I guess y'all can start roleplaying! :D 

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Pansy-

I tap my foot impatiently. Mr. Yin said that others would be here to join me in the search for his book, but apparently not yet. I bite my lip. Where are they? I look around, bored. The walls are lined with torches, kind of unique for a school. And the classes? They're anything but normal. My first class is Waterworks. Huh? What!? I'm almost scared to go to class tomorrow. I'm startled out of my thoughts by someone's footsteps. "Hi?" I say. I squint my eyes. "Hello." A voice replies from the end of the corridor.

Lucille~

Mr. Yin, the librarian, says he lost a book. And he needs our help to find it. Now, if this was just any school, we'd probably be combing the bookshelves, trying to locate a misplaced book. But this is Featherwood Hall, and I know this will probably mean running around the school and fighting off evil demons to grab the magic textbook they stole. Or something. Yeah, I'm still not used to my new magic school. 

My footsteps echo through the silent corridor. I think this is the way to the library. At least, that's what that gargoyle told me. And I answered his riddle, so he'd better have given me the right directions. 

"Hi?" I voice rings out. 

"H-hello?" I reply cautiously. "Who's there?" Golden light shines through a doorway. I step in, and gasp. The room is lined with row upon row of bookcases, each carrying a colorful selection of books which may or may not be glittering. Books fly through the air, flapping their covers like wings. 

"I'm Pansy." I turn to see a girl about my age with twin lilac buns. "You?" 

"My name's Lucille," I say. 

I hope it isn't too late to join? If so, consider the following information moot =)

Name: Alyssa (I felt "nemesis" and straight up "lyssa" might be a bit on the nose...) Deerwhick 

Pronouns: She/Her

Appearance: Wears a dark blue button-up plaid shirt with her bright fall-orange sweater tied around her neck to drape over her shoulders like a very short and ineffective cape. Also dirt-stained jeans.

Personality: A very funny, laid-back person who has a core of iron when it suits her. Generally pretty goofy and friendly, always paying attention to other people's actions. Not at all opposed to conflict and very direct. Totally brutal to the people she thinks are jerks. She'll do her best to get along with another person right until she snaps and throws them out the window while monologueing about how seriously morally incorrect their every action has been up to this point and how this curbstomp has SO been coming to them.

Powers (optional, you can be totally normal): Can slip through shadows. Doesn't often do it (why skip all that great scenery?). This isn't a power but, uh, she also enjoys walking very quietly and appearing in odd and unexpected places to freak other people out.

Other: Once sat totally still on a vintage chandelier, grinning like a vulture for two hours above a crowded business reception just to see if anyone would notice. They did, and she greatly enjoyed their panicked screaming.

I skip into the library, magnifying glass in tow. I've been waiting for an excuse to use this thing, and then Mr. Yin comes up to me and asks for help finding a missing book! A mystery is the exact thing my magnifying glass needs. It was my great-aunt Lily's, about a hundred years old like her, and she finally gave it to me when I left for boarding school after I'd been eyeing it for years. It has a wooden handle with a little rune carved into the bottom--even aunt Lily doesn't know what it means--and the slightly speckled glass can magnify a bug to the size of a cat. Admittedly, one might not need a magnifying glass to find a book, but you never know what might come up along the way.

There are three girls in the library already. One has blonde hair, one red, and one purple. They all look a little nervous, and they're watching the flying books in the library with wide eyes. I'm not too fazed by the bird-like tombs, since I've already visited the library about a hundred times in my 2 weeks at this weird school. It's still the coolest place I've ever been, though. Persnickety, at my heels, hisses and pounces on a book before I grab him by the scruff and tuck him under my arm. No use getting detention because my cat murdered a flying book. Although that would be a great story to tell aunt Lily. 

I approach the girls. "Hi!" I say. I'm excited for this opportunity to make friends. "Are you guys excited? I think this is going to be fun. I'm Poppy, by the way."

"Hey, another flower name!" says the purple-haired girl. "I'm Pansy. Good to meet you."

"Priscilla," the blonde one says quietly. 

"I'm Lucille," says the red-headed one. "Ready to find a book?"

That was longer than I intended but fun to write! I can't seem to write short things, like ever. I'm thinking the magnifying glass has magic powers. 

I can already tell that Poppy and I could totally be friends. Anybody with a cat as cute as hers is immediately my friend. "So, I was told that many kids would come. This book must be really important. Anyway, what do you guys study here? I think I'm the only one here that doesn't even have a specific magic, but I'm trying! How about you?" I grimace at my awkward excessive talking, but I guess I'm talking for the people who aren't.  I've always been that way. "We'll", Poppy starts, but someone walks in, interrupting her. "Hi! My name is Pansy! What is your name?"

AM I TOO LATE PLEASE SAY IM NOT TOO LATE

Name: Astra Daye

Pronouns: she/they, AFAB

Appearance: Shoulder-length wavy black hair with short, choppy bangs. Pale olive skin, vibrant green-black eyes, average height & weight. They love wearing new outfits every day, but they'll come to school with a long, oversized black shirt (baggy elbow-length sleeves) over a black-and-white striped long-sleeved shirt. Acid-washed mom jeans with lots of rips, black Converse. Black headphones or earbuds, subtle black makeup.

Personality: Astra is awkward. They care about the people close to them very deeply but are bad at showing it, and they really, really suck at talking. They love music and dressing up and the color black, and they're super into old books and gothic architecture. They're a loner because making friends is hard for them. They appear antisocial and rude, but they really just don't know how to interact.

Powers (optional, you can be totally normal): Astra doesn't have any powers. They own a few magical objects, though.

Other: bRInG On tHE shIpPing

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