Rules:
1: Standard RP/forum rules
2: This is a literate RP. At least two lines per post.
3: Please you proper grammar.
4: Don't take romance too far.
5: If you read the rules, post the name of the RP in the code part of the sheet.
6: The mods and I have the rights to ban, and decline your sheet.
7: If you ask to be a mod, you will get a warning. You only get three :3
8: If you want to join please go to the OOC ( http://forum.spore.com/jforum/posts/list/67874.page )

I would like it if your speech was one color (Like blue) and your pets was a different color (Like green)

For your first post, please have your character packing up, and telling their parents when and why they are leaving.

Tricia looked around for any last tidbits. Ooh, there Tric, you almost forgot your snowglobe!, Crisp mewed. "Oh, yeah! Can't forget that!" Tricia replied. She glanced to the room one last time and dashed through the long mansion hallway with her suitcases streaming behind her. Tric! What did your mother say! No running in the halls! "So what Crisp! I can't be grounded, I'm leaving!" She yelped.

Her mother was busy in the kitchen, cleaning violently with her powers of telekinesis. Tricia yelled to her mom, "Mom, I'm leaving! I can't wait to go see the world of witchery!" Her mother answered, "Oh really? Who thinks that you're going to be accepted in the first place?" "Because..." Tricia drew out " I just made all ninety-sevens in my core classes!" "Well," Her mother replied, "Okay, go get'em girl." Her mother flew over and kissed her on the head and hugged her. "Be good and remember to clean your broom" Her mother added. Tricia grumbled, "Yes, Mom..." Remember to go see your father before you leave! He would want to see you before you go!" Her mother shouted as Tricia bounced out the door.

Tricia and Crisp bolted out the door to her father's workshop. She walked inside and hugged her dad and he said, "Be good, Tri! I don't want to have to fly up there and get you back home because of bad behavior!" Tricia answered, Yes Daddy!" Her dad put a small aerosol-like can in her hand. It was pepper spray. "Remember," he insisted, "Those boys are girl hounds, be careful!" Tricia laughed, "Crisp would never be a girl hound! And yes, daddy, of course!" Crisp grumbled, You'll pay for that later.

Tricia and Crisp hopped on the broom and flew off to the train station.

Chloe was running home, Oscar was in hot pursuit. “Wait, Chloe! I thought we were going to wait!” Chloe stopped and turned to Oscar. “But what if we do wait? What if mother gets worse and worse?” She sat down and rubbed Oscar on the head. “We need to go now. This may be our last chance.” Oscar sighed. “Oh Chloe…”

Chloe soon reached a small blue and yellow cottage on a grassy hill. She opened the wooden door, it squeaked from age. “Mother! Father! I am home!” Chloe called into the house. A middle age man stood in the kitchen, looking overworked. He had bags under his eyes. “Hello Chloe!” He called back, not taking his eyes off of the burning scrambled eggs. Chloe walked to his side. She smiled. “Burned eggs for supper again?” she said jokingly. Her father sighed. “You know I am no cook.” He was a great witch, but a horrible cook.

Chloe looked over at the kitchen table. Her mother sat in a large padded chair. Chloe sniffed every time she saw her poor, paralyzed mother, but being sad just motivated her to find a cure. “Mother, father….” She started. “I would like to enroll in the Worcestershire Academy for Spell-Casters…” Her parents looked at each other, and then looked at Chloe. The smell of burning eggs filled the room. Chloe’s mother smiled. “We know why you want to go…and we are allowing it.” Chloe almost exploded with happiness. “Oh thank you thank you thank you!” She kissed her mother and father on the cheeks and run upstairs to pack, Oscar hurrying after her.

Thomas packed up his last sketchbook in his suitcase. He glanced across the room for anything important he was gonna need. He saw a little plastic bag that had a week old bagel in it. Ew, how did that get here? he thought as he put in the trash can. Near the trash can, he saw a near empty bottle of ink. It wasn't entirely empty, but it was close. There was still a tiny bit of ink left in there. Thomas put it in his pocket, in case his ballpoint pen ran out of ink later on, and he needed a tiny extra bit later on.

"Agatha!" Thomas shouted upstairs to the elder who took care of him. "I'm gonna be leaving soon. See you in a couple of weeks!"

"Where are you going again?" Agatha asked from upstairs. Agatha was strange. She either had a really loud yell, or a little soft girl's voice. There was never an in-between voice. "Oh yeah! you're going to learn witchery, just like your old lady right here, heheh."

Thomas ran out the door, but he almost forgot about Necrosoul! Necrosoul was always asleep on top of the lamp post near the front door of Thomas' growing-up home. Necrosoul swooped down to Thomas' shoulder, where he perched almost everyday. Today was like no other day, however. Necrosoul could feel the excitement that Thomas felt, and jollily jumped up and down too on Thomas' shoulder. Thomas didn't like it when Necrosoul did that, and he let him know so by giving him a slight glare. Necrosoul ceased almost immediately.

"Bye Agatha!" shouted Thomas. "I'll write to you as soon as I can, okay?"

He turned around and was just about to leave when Agatha ran down the stairs. She held a bottle of purplish-ink in her hand, and gave it to Thomas.

"That's your father's, before he left," she explained. "His blood was made of ink, and this bottle is all that's left of him. It's said to be magic, and I'm sure that your father would be proud that you're learning to witchery."

Agatha hugged Thomas really tightly. Thomas found it strange, especially considering that Agatha was almost 80 years old, the oldest elder in the village that he knew.

Yep. he thought. This is gonna be a hell of a journey.


Instead of taking the broom, Thomas knew he had time. He just brought his broom with him, and walked casually to the bus, then was dropped off. He walked to the train station.


((Holy sheet, I wrote a lot o__O))

((I guess my char's parents already enrolled Tricia in the Academy... I didn't know how to approach that prompt))

Tricia flew above the clouds, so Crisp wouldn't get mad because he got wet, but she felt joking today, so she hummed under her breath and it started to rain below her. She dove into the water impregnated clouds and got soaked to the bone, and when she rose back up Crisp was in her hair, skinny now, because he was soaked. Tricia laughed, "When are you gonna get me back? Hmm?" Now!

Crisp dove into the clouds, jumping off the broom. "Crisp!!!!" Tricia screamed and dove towards the cat shaped hole in the cloud. She commanded it to stop raining, but it didn't. This was because Crisp was probably in a bad mood. She saw a black and white blob of fur falling below her and she sped up to catch Crisp by the scruff.

"You could've died!!" Tricia yelled as she rose to the edge of the cloudline. I wouldn't, you love me too much! Crisp purred and rubbed against Tricia and hopped on her shoulder. Tricia sighed, "You're right, I do!"

"Lunar Sky! Get down here this instant!"
"What is it mom?!"
"I'm not talking to you through walls! Get down here NOW!"

Luna sighed, "Parents these days, eh Night?"
The cat was sitting on a large bed, in the middle of a room filled with comic books and manga novels. They were scattered absolutely everywhere. Some were on the floor, some of the bed. Who knows where more could be hidden? Night purred, "Remember to pick your favourite Mangas. We wouldn't want them to be left behind, would we?"
"I wish I could take them all!"
"You know as well as I do. There wouldn't be enough room in your case for all that."
She smiled, "You're definatley right there!"

Most of Luna's case was already packed, but she wanted to take her mangas. She needed some of them. Most of the manga she ended up putting in the case was 'Soul Eater'. Oh how she loved that one. She quickly bustled down stairs, where her mom was waiting, "What took you so long, dear?"
"Oh, nothing. Just, me being myself I guess."
Her mom hugged her, "I'll see you later, okay?"
"Depends when 'later', is!"

Luna opened the front door, and waved to her mom before closing it. Night sat on the ground beside her legs, "We gonna fly, or what?"

"Ajax, please!" A small weak voice was heard from the boy's hoody's pocket. "We've been flying for so long! We need to land somewhere we're both exhausted!" TomTom exclaimed loudly, she started digging in his pocket in hopes of annoying him to death. Unluckily for her Ajax had a high tolerance of most things. His eyes were shifty scanning the horizon for hopes of a town, "Not yet." He told her seriously, his hands were shaking on the broom due to being on it for so long.

Below them was rich grass fields, and small farms. The disgusting smell of cow manure was in the air even at their height, enough to make one's eyes burn. A small flock of crows was behind him almost as if taunting the two. Ajax withdrew back and scared them off by beating his hands. It must be quite a sight from down below. He regained speed and went back to looking. "Listen, until I find a town I'm not landing this thing okay? Now stop digging." Ajax told her, no matter how adorable she may be he wouldn't treat her with sympathy. TomTom sighed and stopped and curled into a ball then started to sleep. He had a long drawn out yawn, then looked below himself.

Finally they were out of the stinky farms, though his eyes were dizzy he could see a train station. The broom stopped for a moment. TomTom abruptly woke up, "What's happening? Why'd we stop?" She said in surprise and climbed out of the pocket onto his shoulder. "Well we were going over a small town, then I saw that train. I bet it'll take us to a nice big town. That'll be good right?" Ajax said with enthusiasm, before TomTom could even answer he dashed towards it almost at full speed. "Wait! Don't trains cost money?" She told him a little concerned. There was no need for such a silly question for him. All he did was put on a happy smile, that said more than enough for her. "Why do I even bother.." TomTom said with a sigh and started to laugh. He lowered down his broom and began to stretch his weary legs. A small crowd of people looked at him surprised to see a witch. "What's the plan?" She asked keeping a close eye on the onlookers. He took a deep breath and smiled, " I have no idea." Ajax exclaimed, TomTom was not surprised this happens more then often. She just sat diligently on his shoulder as he began to walk around thinking up a sly plan.

Chloe soon was in her room. It was a small room, very plain, but nice. It had the basic things, a bed with tight white linins, a dresser, painted green, a small blue rug and a small closet. She began to yank clothes out of her dresser and closet, stuffing them into a pink duffel bag. She didn’t bother to hold then, what would be the point of that? Oscar sat on her beg. He too was packing. He had to debate on what cat toy to bring. He didn’t want to bored, so he chose the one that looked like a fish and plunked in Chloe’s bag.

Chloe ran around her room, packing important things. Like toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, mirror, and some food that wasn’t cooked by her hair brained father. From downstairs, Chloe could hear her father calling the nearby town mayor. It was a tradition in her town that every time a new witch left, everyone in town would watch the takeoff.

By the time Tricia and Crisp reached the train station with their bags following close behind on a carrier-broom, Crisp was half-asleep on her head messing up her hair. Tricia was excited, "Hey, Butt-ball, we're here." Crisp woke up and stretched and hopped down on Tricia's shoulders. Yay! We're here! Tricia lowered her broom to the witch-station level and hopped off and grabbed her broom. She fled to get to the ticket stand.

Soon, Chloe was done packing. Her family and Oscar piled into their tiny car. It took a lot of time but they were able to get her mother in the car. They tired her chair to the roof and drove off to the square. Chloe was so excited she thought she was about to burst.

Chloe was surprised about how many people showed up to see her fly. She got out of the car, Oscar perched on her shoulder, a small home made broom in her hand. Some of her friends from school gathered around her to wish her luck and give her home made treats. Soon it was time to start.

Chloe’s mother looked at the tiny broom. “Are you really going to fly that across the ocean it is much too small!” Chloe looked at her feet. “Mother I made this myself…” Her father stepped up to her. “Please take my broom honey, it will be much safer.” Chloe sighed and took the broom. She embraced her parents and walked to the middle of the square.

They were high in the air, above everything below. Night purred in amusement, "The people look so small! It's like I could eat them all up!"
Luna chuckled, "Indeed you could."

Bot of them laughed for a bit, before falling into silence. Night was gazing down at everything below them, while Luna was steering the broomstick. They were moving at quite a slow pace. What was the rush? They should enjoy themselves before being sent to this school. Who knows how strict they would be there! night's amber eyes gleamed, she was excited, probably more so than Luna. Night wanted to meet all the other animals that the witches would bring with them.

All the noise suddenly stopped when Chloe stepped out. Even the babies stopped their wailing. For the first time, Chloe felt nervous. She looked back at Oscar. “Are you ready Oscar?” She asked. The cat smiled. “Ready as I will ever be!” She took a deep breath and put the broom between her legs.

The energy to magic flew through her veins like blood. Her heart began to beat faster and faster. Chloe felt Oscar stiffen and sink his claws into her duffle bag. He must have felt it too. The small radio that was handing off of her broom teetered silently. Chloe’s hair and shirt suddenly began to puff up, as if it was being blown on from underneath her broom.

Chloe began to levitate a few inches up, her feet slightly above the ground. “Fly.” She muttered and the broom bucked forward at an amazing speed. Chloe smiled as she heard the cheers of her friends and family. She continued to smile even after the cheers could no longer be heard.

Tricia was shocked to see that the train that just left was the one she was going to. "Darn, we just missed it, the next one's not for 2 hours!" She ranted. Well, maybe if you didn't bolt everywhere, we'd have less time until the next train. Crisp added. Tricia sat on the rotten wood bench and brought out her SuperGirl comics. This was the issue where the Joker comes and kidnaps a tiger, Her favorite!

She sat there for a few minutes and grew bored. So she grabbed her broom and shot into the sky, circling over the train station. She levitated and laid back on her broom while she stared at the puffy clouds.

"The next train isn't until two hours..." Said Ajax as he read some of the minds of the disappointed people. "Oh really? But let's stay then Ajax I really don't want to fly anymore." TomTom told him being unenthusiastic as ever as her exhaustion led her back into the comfort zone of his pocket. Ajax's tired pale eyes led him to the sky where he noticed another witch, this one a girl. "This could be fun..." Ajax practically said to himself, he grabbed his broomstick to the dislike of TomTom and took flight eagerly. He flew around the girl a few times with a smile, "Well hey there, do you mind telling me your name? Mine's Ajax and this is TomTom." Ajax said smoothly, TomTom didn't even notice the young witch at first. Shyly she didn't say anything and just stuck her head out looking at the cat.

A lone boy and his cat-looking fat pet flew by Tricia. "Oh, hey, I'm Tricia and this is Crisp" Crisp meowed loudly but to Tricia's ears, sounded like this, Oh, look a hedgehog. Tricia sat up and brushed off the dewdrops from the rain she commanded. She shifted in nervousness, wondering if this boy was violent or not. She put her hand on her pepper spray that was in her Aeropostale jacket.