I'll join! But 2 questions..What is a Dryad and what is this about?

Name: Alice

Age: 1000 (in human years)

Appearance: White, long flowing hair. Long, ripped floating dress. Tallish, skinny. Looks about 15. 

Personality: Sings a lot about her lost boyfriend she had when she was human, loud but also quiet, Good singer, Sweet, nice, kinda funny, Romatinc, Does whatever her species does

Species: Banshee

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@BlueFairy: Both very good questions. A dyrad is a tree spirit. Have you ever heard of nymphs, or naiads? (<-- water spirits) A dryad is the same thing but whereas nymphs are/can control water (usually rivers) dryads are/can control plants. Their element is earth rather than water.

As for the second question, I was thinking we could improvise; make it up as we go along. :) Here's the beginning, feel free to introduce your character to mine or write something that has nothing to do w/ my charrie at all, just do whatever you want with it and have fun. 

Khalida--

I melt into the trunk of the strong, sturdy willow tree, and my arms slowly lengthen into branches. I can see and hear nothing, but I can feel my roots digging down into the Earth, and I can sense insects and animals all around me. The lake beside me is silent, this small forest; this sanctuary, is undisturbed by humans, despite its close proximity to the town where I live. Earth is happy here, and it's especially peaceful this early in the morning, when few are awake.

I can sense where other plants are, and I reach out to speak to them, in the Olden language that was lost to humans thousands of years ago. Only the Earth and its children remember how to speak it. Only the plants, the insects that Earth created to help its children thrive, and the Dryads can speak the Olden language.

I become the willow tree once more, my thoughts melting into a blur, my emotions buried under Earth's warm comfort. The tips of my branches brush lightly against the surface of the lake next to me.

Vibrations cause the water to ripple, and footsteps move the Earth. The movement of the land jars my roots. I melt silently and slowly out of the willow tree and look around, reverting back to human form, instead of my slightly planty-er-ish looking real form. My Dryad form. 

Looking around I can see nothing out of the ordinary, and am about to leave, when I notice a backpack on the ground next to the willow tree. I turn in circles, trying to see who it belongs to, but all is quiet. The human is gone.

Then I hear a small noise above my head, and look up into a particualrly large tree nearby. I see a boy who looks about my age; tall, with dark brown hair and brown-ish skin and green/brown eyes. Another Dryad. I sigh in relief that it's not a human. He grins and continues to stare at me.

"Who are you?" I ask in the Olden language. His grin gets larger, and the next thing I know, he's gone. Melted into the tree. He emerges at the bottom and walks toward me.

"Kerr," he replies, in the same language. In the Olden language it would sound strange to a human, almost impossible to pronounce. Translated, however, it's said "kur".

"And your name?" Kerr asks, going to his backpack and picking it up.

"Khalida." My name is the same as his; when spoken in the Olden language it wouldn't even be understandable to a human, but in English it's simple to say: "ka-LY-duh".

"Hello," he says, bowing his head formally as is the tradition for an introduction.

"Hello." I repeat the gesture. Then I grin at how formal we're being.

"You new around here?" I ask Kerr. He nods.

"Yeah, I'm starting at the high school today."

"Come on then," I say. "I'll show you the way."

And with the sun finishing its rise, I lead the way out of the sanctuary and into town.

Name: Nila

Age: 13

Appearance: about 5'2", hair in a chin-length black bob, violet eyes, nerdy glasses

Personality: shy at first, but opens up when you get to know her, short-tempered, intelligent

Species:  Superhero (can turn invisible, but is human other than that)

Nila~

Yes, I know most kids start senior year at 17 or 18 and at the beginning of the school year, but I'm smart, okay?!  My homeroom teacher got the call from the office this morning.  After answering the phone and saying okay a few times, she pulled me into the hallway.  "Nelly," (that's my human name) she said, "You've been moved into senior classes."  I groaned and felt the urge to turn invisible, but instead just combed my fingers through my hair.  I'm enough of a social freak in sophomore year.  I don't need to be shunned by the seniors, too.

As I walk into the office to get my new schedule, a girl with chocolate brown hair walks out.  I wave.  "You new here?" I ask.  Not looking up from her schedule, she nods.  "Cool," I reply, "I'm Nile... Nelly.  The only 13 year old senior in school." 

Still not looking up, she replies, "Khalida.  Dry... I mean Soph-oh-more."  She drags out each syllable like the word is new to her. 

I whisper softly, "You're a dryad, aren't you?"  She nods, slowly.

"But how?" she asks.

I look to see if anyone else is there, then turn invisible.  "I'm the person to go to if you're new and un-human," I tell her. "And to you, I'm Nila."

"Nila, where's Mrs. Tela's room?" she asks me.

Actually, it was Kerr that was new, not my charrie, but that's ok. We'll just switch it, so that Kerr asked me if I was new, etc. :)

Khalida--

Kerr walks me to the front office, then once I get my schedule, he walks to..wherever his first class is. I glance at the schedule I've been given and see that first I have World History with a teacher named Mrs. Tela. The ever-so-helpful schedule fails to provide the room number, however. Oh, joy. I groan and am about to go wander around aimlessly, when I run into a girl with short black hair and purple-ish eyes. She waves.  "You new here?" she asks.  Not looking up from my schedule, I nod.  "Cool," she replies, "I'm Nile... Nelly.  The only 13 year old senior in school." 

Still not looking up, I reply, "Khalida.  Dry... I mean Soph-oh-more."  I drag out each syllable, human languages are so weird. 

She whispers softly, "You're a dryad, aren't you?"  I nod, slowly, suspiciously.

"But how?" I ask.

She looks around to see if anyone else is there, then turns invisible. I gasp.  "I'm the person to go to if you're new and un-human," she tells me. "And to you, I'm Nila."

"Nila, where's Mrs. Tela's room?" I ask. She smiles, then gestures for me to wait a moment. She goes into the office and comes out with a schedule of her own.

"I got moved up to a different set of classes." she explains, rolling her eyes as if annoyed. "But I do know where Mrs. Tela's room is. Follow me!" she says happily. I smile in relief as I follow her down the hall.

"Hey, Nila?" I ask her.

"Hmm?" she asks.

"Do you know a boy named Kerr?" I ask. She visibly tenses.

"Umm....No, I don't think so..." But her answer is noncommital, like she's just reciting lines for a play, and doesn't belive them.

"Ok, whatever. Just wondering," I say, not wanting to somehow ruin this fragile new friendship. She seems to relax.

The rest of our walk is silent, but my head is full of questions:

Who is Kerr, really?

Who is Nila, really?

Why would Nila pretend not to know Kerr?

And one more, that has nothing to do with my new companions.

Why did the Clan Father make me come here in the first place?

The Clan Father is the leader of the Clan of Dryads that I belong to. There are many Clans of Dryads, none of which have distinct differences between them. There is a Clan Father for each of them. And all Clan Fathers are ruled by Ebony, the Queen.

My Clan Father hates humans, and he only sends his people to live amongst humans as a punishment; a banishment. Yet I had been his Youngling, his personal assistant, respected and above all except the Clan Father. Then one day, he told me that I had to leave, that I had to go live amongst the humans, and that he would contact me when I could return.

To me, it made no sense, and now, walking through the halls with Nila.

I wonder why he might have done it.

This sounds so cool, can I join? If so, what's happened so far? :D

Name: Cordilla

Age: 14

Appearance: Hip length, wavy brown hair; small and petite, agile; pale skin; deep aqua eyes

Personality: 

She's quiet but enjoyable, a bit shy but that wears away once she feels more comfortable.

Species: Naid

Name: Sylvian

Age: 14 (human years)

Appearance: Boy-short black hair, violet eyes. Really really pale skin. Slight build. Wears a silver tunic, belted at the waist.

Personality: Quiet. Will RARELY talk, if AT ALL. Extremely observant. Can hold her own in a fistfight despite her appearance due to life on her own.

Species: Whatever air spirits are called.

TOP! Can I join?

Name: Bahari

Age: unknown

Appearance: 5 foot high, silvery blue scales.  Eyes are bright green with flecks of brown.  

Personality: Shy, never seen a human before.  Has always lived among mountain cats on a hidden mountain overlooking the sea.

Species: Sea dragon