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Name: Leafpool (Leafy)

Age: It's not really classified. I'm thirteen. (Unlucky me! Oh no!)

Gender: Female

Appearance (in detail): I'm really short; I'm kind of stocky but I have a small waist; I have medium brown hair with bleached blond tips that's about an inch past collarbone length, maybe--and it can sometimes be wavy, and sometimes poofy; I've got brown eyes, long eyelashes, and generally clear skin. I like to wear jeans, interesting/stylish/cute t-shirts, sweatshirts, and shoes with heels. 

Personality (also in detail): I'm ambiverted, maybe more on the extrovert side in that I get really depressed when I don't see people for a long time (which, unfortunately, happens very often as I'm homeschooled); I love hanging out with friends, I'm scared of heights, enclosed spaces, crawly bugs, the unknown, and losing people I love; I like writing poetry, pretending to be a hopeless romantic; I'm the kind of person who is never really satisfied with things the way they are; I like climbing things.

Packing list (any modern goods will be confiscated): First and foremost: A pair of noise-canceling headphones, disguised with bits of wood and leaves and some dirt in order to look non-modern and inconspicuous--because I'm starting to feel a bit panicky about the amount of rhyming involved in this ski lodge, and there's a chance I might go insane if subjected to it for too long. And for other things--my burgundy sweatshirt (is this too modern?) some rope, (people always regret not bringing rope) a notebook, some rollerball pens, an unstarted list of death wishes, and some chocolate cake.

Skills/Special knowledge (Don't be OP, OP people will die early): Some limited French vocabulary and grammar knowledge, climbing skills, determination, poetry-writing skills (free verse poetry, mind you) sarcasm, and hiding in small spaces.

A Limmerick: Oh dear. Um. I'll get back to you on this, I'm short on time now.

Name: Soren

Age: 11

Gender/Pronouns: female, she/hr

Appearance (in detail): I'm pale, about five foot five inches, with bright-ish blue hair in a pixie cut with longish bangs sort of swooped once they reach my eyebrows, so they almost go straight don but not quite. I have a Padawan braid and a dragon tail and dragons wings that are the same color as my hair. I'm wearing (Well, not right now, but I'll pretend) jeans, black leather boots, a black short-sleeve t-shirt, and an open buffalo plaid flannel. 

Personality (also in detail): depends on where I am, who I'm with, and what mood I'm in. In general, I'm smart, a tomboy, unique, and tired. When I'm with my friends, I act immature, wild, semi-inappropriately, and strangely. I often joke and horse around, but only to a cartain extent- I have a sort of 'breaking point' where I deem things to mean/rebellious. When I'm writing, I get quiet, focused, and deep. When I'm in class, I slouch and act casual, but I usually pay attention and answer questions. However, I don't often talk to my calssmates unless they invite me into their conversation or I'm friends with them. I really like immature jokes, writing, reading, playing drums, singing, poking my friends, spacing out, Minecraft Story Mode, Captain America, Harry Potter, Hamilton, and The Unwanteds series. 

Packing list (any modern goods will be confiscated):clothes, toiletries, my Chromebook with a charger and a pair of earbuds that actually work, a number of books, a pocket knife, and a lightsaber. 

Skills/Special knowledge (Don't be OP, OP people will die early): flight

A Limmerick:

You always had to have it all

the seas, trees, waterfalls

You met your demise

to someone you depise

and now to their feet you crawl. 

Name: Summer

Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her/hers

Appearance: Shoulder-length, curly brown hair that I'm wearing down, green eyes, tan skin. Wearing a pink t-shirt and black leggings.

Personality: Kind, funny, smart. I have several irrational fears and plenty of rational fears. I love animals, and I'm creative. I like writing fiction and drawing.

Packing list: Ball gown, pink and light blue suitcase with a change of clothes, five or six books, a notebook, a pencil case with pens, pencils, and colored pencils.

Skills/Special knowledge: I know a lot about diseases and can diagnose some stuff. I guess that might be handy, because if we're in a castle, then disease would probably be rampant. *Shudders to think about it.*

Limmerick:

There once were two cats from Killkenny,

Each thought there was one cat too many,

So they scratched and they bit,

And they clawed and they spit,

'Till instead of two cats, there weren't any!

(A little dark, I know, but it was the only one I could think of.) 

Alright, here's my limerick:

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This ski lodge looks almost disastrous

The suspense! Who'll get murdered the fastest?

(Leafpool sits at her desk

And hopes for some rest

From these rhymes, which she thinks are the crassest.) 

Top!

I'm so sorry I didn't get this in sooner! 

Name: Leo

Age:13

Gender/Pronouns: Female

Appearance (in detail): short, medium length curly brown hair, hazel eyes, fair skin with a sprinkling of freckles. Wears black leggings, t-shirts and sweaters. And a beat-up pair of grey Nikes. 

Personality (also in detail): I'm a little bit shy around new people but once I warm up to them, I'm really talkative. I'm kind and funny, but I'm also really anxious and am constantly worrying about something. My head in often in the clouds. 

Packing list (any modern goods will be confiscated): Stetchbook, pens and pencils, dark chocolate. 

Skills/Special knowledge (Don't be OP, OP people will die early): Umm...I'm pretty good at math and I'm really good at listening.  

A Limmerick:

Aquamarine (Aqua has come to be my nickname, and I accept)

12  

She, her

I have aqua hair and eyes, eyes slightly more greenish and hair slightly more blueish. Long eyelashes, a small nose slightly curved up and full but not big lips. Long, slender fingers(now this is actually true irl.)

Ill finish the rest soon! :) 

Six boats in the sea as our curtain rises

(A certain necessity, and not plot devices)

Eleven figures face the brisk morning air

But they must be named, if you are to care

In the first lonely boat sit Jaybells and Jwyn

The second: Quill and Leeli, nestled within

Summer and Aqua settled in third

Forging a friendship ‘tween port and starboard

Rogue and Winter took boat number four

But sped swiftly ahead, already ashore

And solo in six, the fair queen of her craft

Leo’s hair waves in the wind as she stands abaft

There’s poetic paradise in wide open waters

Far, far, away from trite earthly bothers

But there’s land and there’s rocks and an advancing shore

And for our noble sailors, there’s trouble in store

IIIIIII totally forgot I joined this I'm sorry here's my sheet: 

Name: Rogue Wildling

Age: Somewhere in teenagerhood

Gender/Pronouns: Your choice

Appearance: Dressed in black with a white Outcast Rune on my chest (two pairs of wings with two swords crossed behind), silver muzzle-like mask, like Winter Soldier. Two pairs of tattered silver wings protrude from my back.

Personality: Introverted, often indifferent, competitive, loyal, fierce in battle, competitive, tries to be friendly, impatient with human beings, prefers animals.

Packing list: Ummm can I bring my polearms? The neccessities, Takis Fuego, Nutella, a small hedgehog stuffed animal that's more for decoration but I love it.

Skills/Special knowledge: I'm good with machines, melee weapons, chemistry, and I know a ton of random facts just because. However, I am not great with people skills. And I'm afraid of emotions. Especially my emotions.

A Limmerick:

I don't know how to write this,

But I guess I'll try my best.

Oh, wow, this is bliss!

About time I got out of my nest.