Maybe just 5-6 more people and we'll start...........

Name: Linnéa Johansen

Age: 13

Personality: Shy, reclusive, quiet, doesn't really know how to stand up for herself, kind-spirited

Appearance: Short white-blonde hair sometimes down, sometimes in two short braids, greyish blue eyes, pale skin

Country/Background: Sweden (Ya! Go Sweden! *high fives Pepper Star* I'm actually doing a school project on Sweden right now, so I'm all into it and know a lot about it. Lol.) normal background, lives her mom, dad, twin sister, brother, and dog. 

Weapon: She's not really the weapon type, but she'd use a crossbow if necessary. (Her sister owns a crossbow, and so does Linnéa. She practices often.)

Name: Annika Johansen

Age: 13

Personality: Fiesty, bold, outgoing, protective of her siblings, not afraid to stand up for herself. 

Appearance: Half long white-blond hair, down or in two straight braids, fiery blue eyes, pale skin, freckles

Country/ Background: Sweden. Lives a normal life with her parents, her twin, Linnéa, her brother, Edvin, and her dogs, Astrid and Axel. 

Weapon: Annika would gladly use throwing knives if given the opportunity. (She owns a set, as well as a crossbow, and she's well-skilled with both)

I already mention Annika and Linnéa's brother, Edvin. I won't be posting as Edvin, but he will come up in the RP a few times. So just for kicks and grins...

Name: Edvin Johansen

Age: 10

Personality: a little shy, nice, sensitive, likeable, sweet, laid back. 

Appearance: Short wavy black hair, large green eyes with flecks of amber and gold, has a fine featured face, pale skin and freckles. Thin.  Unusual appearance for his origin. 

Country/Background: Was born in Belgium, mother died in childbirth, father died two days later from a seizure. The Johansen's adopted Edvin as a baby, and he came to live with them in Sweden. Became best friends with the rescue mutts, Axel and Astrid. 

Whoops, I didn't see the one-charrie limit. Is it ok if I use both my charries? If not, I'll use Annika. 

Okay, I'll make an exception. JUST this once.

This looks cool!

Name: Notasveta Burrham (Nicknames: Note, sveta, tasha)

Age: (Anywhere from 12-16): 16

Personality: Fierce, determined, dislikes meanness, somewhat defiant, doesn't trust easily, but when she does she trusts completely, empathetic, caring, protective of those that need it, can be quiet, observant, clever/ smart, very good sense of hearing and smell, curious, can be mischevious, likes to have fun, but is capable of being very serious, resourceful.

Appearance: Waist length, silky smooth, silvery-blue hair. Dark blue, almost onyx eyes with silver flecks around the pupils. Average height. Strong, but doesn't look it.

Background/Country: Both of my parents have been dead since she was a child(unkown reasoning). Born in Russia, but has moved around the world since then trying to find somewhere to fit in. Speaks three languages- Russian, English, and Spanish.

Weapon: A set of 7 silver daggers, hand crafted by her elder brother (unkown location now- maybe she'll find him somehow later in the RP). Her favourite is a middle sized one that has a single tear drop shaped blue opal in the hilt- named is Vetera (veh-ter-ah). Also decent with a sword and hand-to-hand combat.

How about now? Everyody else okay with that?

~Joy

Okay first of all, what was the curse going to be? Second, Who are you crazy lady and why do you want ME? I'm 11, do you know that? Third, I like to keep my life, forth, okay, I'm in. 

since no one else is posting, I guess I will. Tell me if this is ok, Pepper Star. If you wanted to start the RP, just ignore this. 

Annika~

I smear some strawberry preserves on my bread. As I eat, I stare out the kitchen window. A dove lands just outside. Then a small piece of paper floats down onto the ground, scaring the bird away. I open the door and reach outside, anxious to see what it is. It's a note that reads,

Meet me at the old red church. Tonight at 10:00. Do this or you will be cursed. 

At first I think it's a hoax. I mean, this doesn't happen in real life! But then again, Belgium just got bombed unexpectedly, by no one knows who. I decide to show it to Linnéa later. And then go, of course. Why would I turn down an adventure? Even if it is fake.

~

Note: I'm changing Edvin's background to this: He lived a normal life on a farm in Belgium, until they got bombed just two weeks ago. It killed his mom and dad, but Edvin was fine. Then he came to live with the Johansen's, but he still hasn't spoken since his parents death.  

I'm going to be Kestrel's character's lost brother, if that's ok.

Name: Dmitri Burrham

Age: 18

Personality: Naturally protective of those weaker and/or younger than him. Loud, not very reserved, a practical joker who enjoys life.

Appearance: Very tall, with long, silky black hair, eyes the same color as his sister's.

Background: See Kestrel's character's.

Weapon: His sword, which he hand-crafted with his father when he was a little kid. It's the right length to fight on horseback, so he fights on horseback. 

Stina~~

I survey everybody. Are they really ready to fight? I hope so, otherwise......... well, we are doomed. Done for. 

Ps. The curse would involve you, a volcano, and toenails.

Totally okay that you started. I couldn't care less.

~Joy

I see some people in the crowd with daggers. My hand goes to my pack with my bow and arrows. Where, and when do we start? The lady up on the platform is trying to get people's attnsion, because commotion has brocken out. This could be good. I take out by bow, notch an arrow, and aim. The arrow swiftly flys throught the air and land at the lady's feet. everyone stares. The lady picks up the arrow and glares at me. I grin and wave, "Just getting everybody's attension!" I say innocently.

Celesti~

As I walked over to the toaster, I licked my lips. Strawberry jam on toasted whole wheat bread...yum. It made me hungry just thinking about it. But when I popped the toast, my toast was gone! In it's place was a note.

Meet me downstairs at 10:00 or you will be cursed. (I think xD) I gulped. As a very superstitious girl, I did NOT want a curse, real or no. I grabbed my dagger and threw it in my faded light green backpack carefully. Glancing at the clock, I squeaked as I realized it was 9:45. Rushing into the chapel, I noticed a gathering of other girls and boys. 

All that were taller than I.

Ergh.