the world revolves around us: A School of Wizards and Witches ─book I─ Are we safe?

"Hmph. That is none of thy's business."

[[Alrighty.]]

Name: Alex Gardner
Age: 16
Type of Magic: light
Special Ability: she can do strange things with plants and light
Personality: tbpo
Description: wavy blackish- brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, light tan skin, average height, slim,
History: unknown
How the Letter was Recieved: from a falcon
Other:

[[Accepted.]]

[Anyone RP?]

Form:

Name: Alison DeNeil
Age: 18
Type of Magic: Anything to do with death and darkness.
Special Ability: Can dissapear as the Cheshire Cat in Alice In Wonderland. She dissapears, only leaving her gray-blue eyes gleaming into your soul. She can release the monster within you.
Personality: Alison is kinda a small kid inside. She loves magic markers that smell like food, friends that will stick by her but can also hold things about their heads, fashion, low-fat snacks, carmel-centered chocolates, flavored water, Gucci and other top lables, chocolate covered raisins and dislikes all nuts except for cashews and almonds (only when covered in chocolate). Dislikes plain drinks, jell-o, skirts longer than four inches above the knee, rats and rat-like creatures, car trips, and flying. Alison is especially good at manipulating, backstabbing, blackmailing, cooking, fashion, creativity, lying, making sure she gets what she wants, Feild hockey, and Volleyball. Alison lies, of course, but is it really better to not tell a person everything than lie? Alsion is very catchy. She has a bright personality that draws you to her. That's usualy how she gets her boyfriends and followers. Alison is most likely the most ignorant soul on this very earth. She ignores this fact, eventhough she knows it. Sometimes, she even flaunts it. Alison is extreamelly creative. She enjoys making little things for her friends. FRom braclets to slippers. Eventhough Alison is a... well... you know what I mean, if you're needing a shoulder to lean on, she's oddly always ther for you. Alsion isn't afraid to keep secrets from her closest friends. And when she does, she turns very defensive. Alison's name means 'Of Sacred Flame'. She doesn't like expressing emotions, ALison belives that when you show softness or emotions, people will walk all over you.
Description: Ali's hair is a very light shade of blonde, with small brown locks parting every know and then. The natural appearance of Alison's hair is very small waves, but rarely straightens it, because it takes too much work since her hair is difficult to style. But everyone she knows says that it looks better that way. Her eyes are large, blinding blue, and most always covered in a light shade of mascara and eye-liner. The color varies from grays to blues, but they always held a number of black specks surrounding the actual iris. They were pretty if you could actually get up close enough to notice them. Her face is shaped gracfully in a heart, with high cheekbones, and a perfectly, slightly upturned nose. Alison uses her gorgeous looks to an advantage sometimes, by playing with boy's minds and flirting. Almost unnoticable freckles dotted the bridge of her nose, jawline, and cheeks. They are hardly noticeable most of the time and required you be extremely close to even be able to tell they were there. Normally her face was coated in a small layer of make-up. Black mascara, eye-liner, and a lighter colored eye-shadow for her eyes. She has perfectly currled rosy pink lips. Alison loves to stand out and be different. Meaning ballet flats, mini skirts, and graphic tee-shirts hung all around her closet. Normaly she would wear denim jackets, tank tops, and shirts that would compliment her body the best. Alison has a thin body, but slightly muscular with all the sports she's active in. Alison usually wears jeans and when she doesn't, she would wear denim skirts. Alison belives that belts is what makes people stand out, and is another step to reaching popularity, eventhough she is usualy always at the top. All of different colors, too. Pink, green, black, orange, red, and maybe even some multi-colored rope belts. But overall, Alison sticks with the casual and dark look. Alison wil wear almost any kind of top-named shoe. She might even wear pumps once in a while. Alison wears jewlary almost everyday and her family is wealthy, so she could buy the whole mall. She wears top-brand clothes and even might lie sometimes about her brands. Thin, about 100lb and 5'8.
History: Nope.
How the Letter was Recieved: A crow comes and drops the letter at her feet while she's in the forest at twilight.Other: Nope

[[Baaaack...]]

[[Accepted.]]

"Well. Thee would not like what I would say."

"I like you. I don't understand why, but I just do." she sighed. "And you show no emotion, I long to change that."

She looked down, her dark green eyes glittered. "My name is Brialyna. I used to be like thee. But my mother made me come here and I have friends now."

"That is not my real name anyway." she retorted. Her black shirt and purple skinny jeans were soaked with water. The earth came to a sleep. "And even if I did trust you, I'd still only tell you a fake name."

Her dark brown hair fell to the ground along with her. Nobody would find her in the morning. Her heart had just been hurt.

I should have never let that happen, falling in love with someone like him. She thought. Her soft crying allowed her to fall asleep.

Brianlya felt his presence coming, she awoke suddenly. Her purple skinny jeans were ripped from sleeping on the concrete. It began raining, but she didn't care. She got up and layed against the tree he did.

[[Can I call you Ihop?]]

[[OMG. Why? o___O Ha, Sure. ^,^]]

[Anyone RP?]

Brianlya's green eyes glowed in the dark as she looked at him. "It's alright, I guess." she murmured, a tear streaked down her cheek.

[[I would, but I am in a great plot. Maybe later, though. Sorry! ]]
[[Lol, thank yew. Ihop reminded me of your username for some reason.]]

[[Really? o___O]]

[[Don't ask....]]

Brianlya's eyes closed as she curled up more. Her perfect hair was completly wet and more tears came. It looked like rain was pouring down her face. My life is ruined. she thought.

[[Worry not. I shan't ask.]]

Brianlya didn't respond, she was too hurt. She sighed and opened her eyes.