Okay this is a cool idea!

Name: Kiari 

Age: 14

Appereance: Light, wavy blond hair she keeps in a messy bun, sharp black eyes which are striking against her fair skin and hair, freckles, light pink lips, about 5'1. Wears jeans, light purple tank top layered on a white one, black jacket, black combat boots.

Weapon: Handheld crossbow which she keeps strapped to her leg.

Personality: Warm, yet quiet. A fighter. A silent leader type. Good at giving advice. Smiles a lot. Is an orphan, and keeps her past quiet. Hates it when people are delinquents and run their mouths when they don't know what they're talking about.

Background: Unknown.

Other: Much stronger than she looks both emotionally and physically. Is a
good fighter, and arguer. Can calmly and swiftly take anyone out. Good
at hand to hand combat.

Before I write my piece, are we all travelers, or different things from different worlds?

When you told me about this, I actually got really excited.  Also, remind me I need to read your story.

Name: Penelope Read

Age: 15

Physical description: medium length super straight brown hair, Hazel eyes, freckles, currently wearing a polka dotted dress, boots, and a necklace with a turtle pendant

Weapon: hand to hand combat, will take a gun if need be but very nervous with it

Personality: probably going to be sarcastic yet bubbly, but my I can never tell until I write it.

Family background:  average

Other: loves animals 

Sounds awesome!

My character:

Name: Lara (doesn't use a last name unless she has to, in which case it would be Arin)

Age: 13

Apperance: Not the tallest, with blonde sausage curls and blue eyes. She is currently wearing one of her many Lolita dresses (reach now it's  gothic black one) with black fishnets. She also has a huge black bow in her curls.

Weapon: Perfers a machine gun, but will use her huge sword if needed. She keeps her machine guns strapped to her back. Her sword compacts into a inocent looking necklace pendent which she wears around her neck.

Personality: Freindly but a bit sarcastic. Pulls pranks and jokes whenever possible, except during any kind of warfare. Spunky and kind if she's your friend. Can charm you with her perfected puppy eyes. And a bit violent.

Family Background: Doesn't know of any parents or any other family. Lives with a rich guy in his huge house. She doesn't know who he is, nor even what he looks like. Never sees him, is attended by servents in black. Doesn't know how she got there, just has been there since she can remember.

Other: *shrugs*

I'll write my part later, as it's four minutes til school time! Gotta go!

Sounds fun!

Name: Zira

Age:15

Physical description: Jet black hair in a messy bun, cold brownish green eyes, olive skin, a few freckles, quite small. She can easily go unnoticed in a crowd. Long, dexterous fingers.

Personality: Quiet, reserved, calculating, cynical, competitive. She analyzes everthing and everyone. She can easily be bitter, but is very slow to anger. Likes chess.

Background: She came from a small, low profile high school off the coast of England. Her mum and dad were a marine biologist and a programmer, respectively. Discovered she was a traveler in an anticlimactic swimming trip in which she went swimming in the lake near her house and headbutted an iceberg. 

Weapons: Darts with various effects. Her favorite are the memory-erasing ones, which she has a lot of. 

Family: Mother and father are, as previously mentioned, a marine biologist and a programmer. They have a fairly normal relationship, Zira never having been involved in any teenage drama with friends or parents.

Favorite pastimes: Playing chess, swimming, reading, programming.

Other: Highly critical of modern media.

Oh, I forgot to add, Lara has no idea she's a traveler. It just happens sometimes.

Okay, have about twenty minutes til art class to write this, let's go!

Lara~

I stepped out of my rooms, closing the heavy wood doors with a soft bang. I checked that my guns were secure and that I had enough bullets to last. Then I checked to make sure none of my 'servents' were near and hurried down the hallway.

"Miss? Miss, master says your not supposed to--" A high-pitched voice called after me.

Oh great, Ella. Why did it have to be Ella of all people? I spun around, whipping out my gun. "Stay where you are. I'm not going back, Ella. Not this time." I trained the gun on her black bodice, right by her heart.

She stared at the gun. Then she threw back her head and laughed. "Ah, little Miss Lara. You don't understand anything, do you? Your uncle sent me to be your 'companion' because I can not die. You can not get rid of me like the others. I will never die. Now put down the folish gun and come back here."

I gaped at her. She strode towards me, grabbing the gun. Bad move, lady, I thought. I used the leverage to pull her towards me. Now it was her time to gape as I pushed her forcefully away, sending her flying down the hallway. People always underestimated my stength. Just because I was little, didn't mean I couldn't send a full-grown women flying across the room. And it helped a lot that I was mad. Really mad.

Ella got up, glaring. "Uncle will hear of this. He won't excuse this like he did the deaths of all those other girls."

"Those weren't my f--"

She laughed again, a crazy manical laugh. "Oh, they weren't, were they? Then who could it have been, mm?"

Ella. Ella had. . . It was too horrible to think about. My hands shook as I swung the gun back onto my back. I turned fled, my high-heels clicking on the polished wood. Ella ran after me, I could hear her heels clicking too. Then there was a thump as she fell. I smiled to myself, most girls couldn't run in heels like I could. It had taken hours and hours of practice, even for me.

Then the world began to spin. Faster and faster. I stumbled, falling. What was happening?? I got up and began to run again. I could hear my heels, but couldn't see anything. What was happening? Then I blacked out.

~

So, she's traveled for the first time. She'll be in the world the next time I write. Alright?
Oka, gotta go do art. It starts in literally thirty seconds!! Gotta run!

It's not too late, is it?

Name: Emilia Meridith

Age: 13

Physical Description: Short, with black, shoulder length hair and freckled sprayed across her face. Dark brown eyes that can see right through you.

Weapon: A very small but very sharp knife hidden in her combat boots, and a set of three keys (though they aren't really weapons)

Personality: Loud and outgoing, sometimes a bit blunt, hard for her to keep a secret

Family Background: Lives with her parents, and sometime with her grandparents when her parents are busy at work. She has a little sister named Sara.

Other: There are little spots on the ceiling....

Emilia- 

When at her grandparents' house, Emilia Merdith always shared a room with her sister. But not tonight. Tonight her grandparents had let her sleep in the guest room that had once belonged to her aunt.

Emilia had been excited; finally, she could sleep one night without Sara waking her up--

There were little spots in the dark, on the uneven parts of the popcorn ceiling. Glowing.

Emilia stood up. She ws just a tad bit too short to touch the ceiling. Emilia stared at the spots. The room slowly disappeared around her. Emilia looked away before the whole room was gone. She lay down, frightened, and slept the rest of the night, not daring to look at the ceiling. 

I know who did it! Melody! *gets slapped in the face by Melody*

Name:

-Codename: Toho

-Real name: Secret (No, her name isn't "Secret" it's a secret. Felt like I needed to say that before someone assumed that was her real name. (On the other hand that would be an epic name. Just saying.))

Age: 14

Physical description: Moderate height, brown-haired girl (goes to her shoulders), hazel eyes, light skin.

Weapon of choice: A super-futeristic gun of MEGA PROPORTIONS (O.o) (Tm) or whatever weapon fits the time period. It's like a gun that changes into various other weapons. Its name is Deus, short for Deus Ex Machina. 

Personality: Smart, likes noodling with Deus (which she talks to), brave, not very prissy, likes acting, is a bit trigger-happy

Family Background: She works with an all girl team of spies- Cody, Chad, Toby, and Tommy. I think? Is Tommy right? May have to get back to you on that. Chad is the engineer dudette, Toby is the mysterious iniator, Tommy is the medic, and Cody is the... uh... navigator. Pilot. Person. Thing. Cause they're flying through space. And they're trying to fight a dangerous evil across time and space. They are *cue music* the Power Rangers!!! Okay, they're not the Power Rangers. But you get my idea.

Other: She's kind of like the mercenary on the team. Toby just sends her places and she and Deus go there. And pow stuff.

I'll attempt to take this seriously... kind of. 

Another day, another mission. Such was the life of Toho, a member of the illustrious team of female spies onboard the starship Rocinante. Every day, she and the other girls of her team worked valiantly to bring down the mysterious orgizanations trying to murder the magical people with the rarest of talents- the travelers. Beings who could mysteriously send themselves to any time or place in alternate universes, the travelers were sought after for mysterious reasons. Toho was one such traveler and she answered to the leader of her organization- codename Toby.

Today, Toho, who had just finished tinkering with her gun, Deus, was now hunting in the ships's galley for sandwich ingredients because she didn't want to bother Tommy, medic, cook, and doer just about anything practical, with such a silly task as making her a sandwich. Ham, cheese, bread, and no mayonaisse ever: all the things one needed in a sandwich. Satisfied, she plunked the three items together with a satisfying splunch. Chomping away on the sandwich, she left the small galley, and nearly ran into Chad, the ships's engineer, carrying a small tablet. 

"Look, look!" Chad grinned. "I took more pictures of Toby when she wasn't paying attention!"

Toho smiled weakly. Chad took an enormous amount of pleasure in taking photos of Toby and watching everything Toby did. She treated Toby like a close sister-which Toho didn't mind, exactly- but it was a little disconcerting to hear Chad comment on every aspect of Toby's life. She had to admit, though, Toby did look pretty funny whenever Chad snapped a candid shot. 

"Cool," Toho mumbled around a mouthful of sandwich. "Have you seen Cody anywhere? I have to give her a paper-"

"It can wait," Chad said. "Toby wants you. That's why I came over."

Toho snorted in annoyance. So, Chad had enough time to show Toho her Toby pictures, but there wasn't enough time for her to find Cody and deliver an important paper? "I'll take your paper, Toho. You better'd head off to the control room. That's where Toby is." Toho fished in her side pocket and pulled out a folded paper which Chad took and scurried off. Toho went the other way, toward the control room.

She pushed open the control room door and stepped into the dark room. "Oh, is that you, Toho?" Toby's voice asked. "I have another mission for you. You are going to have to go a certain location. We have reasons to believe that our enemies may be hiding there. Will you please check it out?" Toby held out a piece of paper in her hand to Toho. Toho took it and examined it in the green glare of a sensor light. Nodding, she folded it into her pocket.

"I will go."

"Thank you."

"Well then, by your leave..."

Clutching Deus, Toho allowed herself to relax and the familiar gateway opened up around her. She hated and loved traveling alternatly. She kept traveling for Toby. It was all for Toby. Toby was in danger because she had kept close to Toho, and the others were in danger by associating with Toby. Toho wouldn't mind so much if any of the other girls were hurt because of her but she could never forgive herself if Toby was injured. She fought for Toby. She was tired, oh so tired, but she would not stop fighting until every last enemy was destroyed and Toby was safe, blessedly safe. She had dragged Toby into this mess, and there was no way she was going to get out of it without Toby.

She stepped through the dark portal. I fight for you, Toby. 

Holaaaa! I'm going to start writing besides the intro, but people can still join, and I would love for so more boy charries!

Alyss-Mae

All around me was black, with few specks of purple. I felt like I was moving slowly, even though my heart was racing and my head was spinning.

THUD! I landed on a rug. I looked on the rug and saw the white outline of a body right next to me, with me touching some of it. Startled, I sat up, brushing my hands on the ground to take off the dead people feeling I had. A chair stopped rocking as somebody walked up to me.

"Who are you and where did you come from?" Asked an old British man, with hair as white as snow and skin dark as night.

"Alyss-Mae, and I came from... A portal?" I asked, not sure of how exactly I got there.

"Hmm... I'm Chester, the owner of this fine manison. Excpet, now it isn't so fine." He said while looking behind me.

"What happened to this person?" I said, pointing to the outline of the dead person.

"That was Isabella, gorgeous young thing. She had the most beautiful curly blonde hair and the most radiant blue eyes. We were all at a party when she walked in here. We heard a gun, scream, and a thud. Now, she's dead. We have no idea how or why. Say, you have a dagger and bow and arrow, did you kill her?"

"No no! I just got here. These were my father's. I've never used a gun, and I don't even know Isabella! What year is it anyway?"

"1880, why? What year did you come from?" he asked.

"2013, that's a big jump of time!" I said.

"2-0-1-3? We haven't even reached 1900!"

"Yes, I know, I know my years." I said.

Chester helped me up and brought me to meet the other people. We were walking in the room, with its big door and windows, when the lights flickered and went out. 

Ya know (I didn't even notice this when I wrote it) my character was already in the middle of a 'murder mystery'.  . .

Lara~

I felt like I was going to puke. The world spun. Purple spots danced before my eyes. Then I was falling. I screamed, but somehow I didn't hear it.

I landed on a hard floor. A really hard floor. Something crunched. I groaned.  I opened my eyes, but the room was pitch black. I reached out my hand. It touched something cold and clammy. I withdrew my hand and shuddered. It had felt like a dead body. And I knew what a dead body feels like.

Then, I did the most lady-like thing to do when presented with a dead body and a dark room; I screamed at the top of my lungs and fainted.