Name: Grazie Mercedes

Age: (between the ages of 8 and 18) 14

Appearance: Short, light brown hair in a curly bob just above her shoulders. Naturally red lips with dark tan skin. 

Personality: Extremely smart, and an AMAZING singer; she is strong-willed, tough and bubbly, but she has intense feelings inside. She often doesn't act on them, but sometimes she puts her feelings down into poems and usse her words to make them understand.

Leaf color: Pink

What is your character's talent?: Singing/literature 

Family members: A little brother named Lucas who she takes care of, since both of her parents are gone.

Relations to other characters?: (fill this out after other CBers have posted their sheets) Not sure… I'll post an update.

Other: Her father disappeared one night when she was seven. The next day, they found muddy boot prints on the floor and their cabinets rummaged through, signs he was taken. Then, when Grazie was eleven, her mother died in a terrible fire that burned their whole house down. Not knowig whether her father is dead or alive, all she has left is Lucas, her passions for singing and grammar, and a distant aunt somewhere far away. 

Oh, my charrie is also open to shipping.

Two more spots left! One red, one green. Christmas colors!

Name: Willow

Age: 9

Appearance: She is short for her age. She has long, wavy blonde hair and lots of freckles. Her eyes are green and, when she dresses up, she likes to wear green dresses to compliment them. Most of the time she wears casual clothes, though.

Personality: She is shy and only opens up around her closest friends, family, and plants. She likes to talk to some of the plants, too. She tries to solve her own problems to avoid asking the help of others.

Leaf color: green

Talent: She is an amazing gardener and the plants she tends grow the tallest.

Family members: She has a baby brother that she loves caring for, and of course her mother and father. Her grandmother's leaf was one of the ones that fell off the tree due to the sickness, and she is determined to keep other lives from being lost. 

Relationships: Can she be friends with Hestia?

Other: Not that I can think of.

I call red!!! Last spot, whew! I'll post charrie sheet tomorrow.

Lucy, no, you can't make another character. Only one charrie each. And…sorry, Elementgirl, but technically Kitten posted her character sheet for the green leaf before you reserved a spot. 

I'm working on the prologue and first chapter. 

Name: Janna (or just Jan) Handoo

Age: 15

Appearance: Indian, with long dark hair that is often twisted up or braided. Short, with curious dark brown eyes.

Personality: Bright, intelligent, and curious, and generally happy, but can become very intense at times. You really do not want to make her angry. Will become interested in even the simplest things, and loves music. Focused and hard working, good at making people laugh. However she is very stubborn and once one becomes her enemy it will be very hard to convince her to like them again. Has been bullied, horribly, in the past, and it still impacts her, though she tries not to let it show.

Leaf color: Red

What is your character's talent?: Dancing, and fighting, especially martial arts. To quote Shakespeare, "though she be but little, she is fierce!"

Family members: A mother, father, grandfather, two older sisters (17 and 19), one older brother (16), and one younger brother. A lot to live up to, but still a role model for her younger brother, who is nine.

Relations to other characters?: Open to shipping, can also be friends with whoever, boy or girl, but preferably someone closer to her age.

Other: 

Whirlwind says dumy. Thanks Whirlwind, thanks.

Top! I'm looking forward to reading the prologue!

This is the first part of the prologue–I was going to post it all, but I'm short on time. 

Prologue

In Mirileth, a small town on the edge of the Eastern Sea, the occupants of the town woke in the early hours of the morning to the sound of a little boy running through the streets, wailing.

He looked to be about six, although it was hard to tell in the darkness. He had rumpled brown hair and was barefoot, his feet slapping against the rounded cobblestones of the street. As the boy ran by, windows popped open in the houses lining the street and sleepy-eyed people stuck their heads out to see what the commotion was.

The sun was just beginning to edge over the horizon when the boy stopped at a tall, imposing grey house with an orange sign over the door at the corner of a crossroads. He stood there for a moment, attempting hopelessly to wipe his tears, then reached up and banged his hand on the wooden door. Almost immediately it opened, a tall, elderly man in a nightcap stepping out.

The boy looked up despairingly at him. 'Mr. Heric, sir, it's–it's my sister, she's–she's…" He sniffed and started crying again.

The man lifted him up. "Hm. Carran, is it? I remember you. What's wrong with your sister Jessica?"

The small boy lifted his dirty, tearstained voice and managed one word. "D-dead!"

The old man set him down abruptly, pressing his lips together, then spoke. "Carran, run back to your mother. Tell her I'll be there in two, three minutes."

He watched the brown head disappear down the street as the warm rays of the sun warmed his shoulders. "But it wasn't time for Jessica's leaf to fall," he muttered to himself. "She was perfectly healthy, perfectly fine…." His voice trembled and he fell silent.