@Hermione Granger Yep! We're different people! But don't worry, you're not the first to get confused ;) Oh, I also loveyour name! I'm a complete PotterHead

@Inktail, Zen and Kestrel Don't you worry, when it comes to backstories, I'm good at dark. Also, Inktail, if you really want she can work as a teacher, but I was hoping this would focus mainly on students. Sorry if that sounds mean.

@All thanks for participating! I've been doing a load of plot development, and this should be really fun!:)

Okay everyone, I've been working on some plot development. Once three more people join and anyone who's reserved a spot posts their charrie sheet, I will start writing. 

Nope we're two different people. Ember is a nickname my friends call me so I thought I'd use it as a screen name.

Okay, I'm starting now, with seven people, because I don't think anyone else is joining soon.

Prologue

The streets of the city are empty, since no one in their right mind is out after dark. The stars are still high in the sky, and the full moon stands with them. The buildings are the only things disrupting the simple beauty of the stars, seeming to cut holes of darkness in the blanket of night. Not a lantern is lit. 

That is, except for one. It bobs through the desolate black like a child's toy bucket on the open sea, lost, overlooked. Forgotten. While the lantern only illuminates so much, it sheds enough light that any onlooker could clearly see the carrier. She is tall, brown-haired, and stern looking. She wears a flowing cape that is the color of a sunset, and her hair falls freely over her shoulders. In her hand, she holds a basket of letters.

And so she walks through the sleeping city, only stopping every other hour, placing a letter on a doorstep. She does this until each of her forty letters are gone. And then she turns her back on the city, dissappearing into the night once again.

Okay, BN's charrie can be a main character. She's the last one! Anyone else that creates a charrie from this point on is a backround character.

Thanks for all of your feedback guys. Now for post #2!

One

The girl with the wild, red hair watched the city wake. She always got up exactly one minute before the sun rose and everyday life began again. Normally, she would use this time carefully, strategically. Every movement would be planned, predicted. She tried to use this minute to its fullest. But today, she simply sat on the edge of the brick wall she had herself perched upon, in complete shock. She held the letter in her left hand, and her right one was clutched around her dagger. If one were to look closely, they would observe that the letter was addressed to someone by the name of 'Onyx,' and that the inside of the envelope was lined with gold. This was not the thing that had the red haired girl stuck in such shock, although it really was a contributing factor. The thing that had her sitting in this way was not the fact that the sender knew her real name, nor the fact that they had offered her a scholarship to a school she had never even heard of. It was that they had found her. Her, the girl who had never been tracked down in her life, her, the girl that was as hard to carch as the smoke from a fireplace, or even the flame itself. Her, the girl who's name told every bit of her personality. Bit, I suppose that if there was on fact contributing to the shock of Wildfire, it was probably that the response she had given the sender. It was a simple, one-word response, only three letters long, starting in a 'Y' and ending in a 'S'.

Yes.