Name:
Christopher "Chris" David Dumont
Age:
13 Years and 7 months
Hometown:
Denver, Colorado.
Description:
Christopher Dumont is a fairly small child for his age, he's only 5'1" and it's a bit of a nerve for him. He is caucasian, and his hair is almond brown, extending down to his neck at the longest. It's both straight most of the time, but curls after grooming. He also has hazel eyes. He wears small black glasses with a light prescription, and he loves them. He's not very strong. He gets worn out quickly, and has a difficult time with dexterous tasks. His lips and nails are scarred from rampant biting when he gets nervous, but he never tries to hurt himself. His face is round,and he has specks of acne across his nose.
Personality:Chris's personality seems to shift often, depending on who is around him. When he's alone, he spends most of his time in his thoughts thinking, and his voice is deeper. He seems to take on a more mature vibe. However when He's with friends, he's more excitable, and a lot less mature, or so it would seem to others. This comes with the benefit of seeming immature and happy, which is never good when he wants to assume a leader-like position. He would like to seem like he is okay, but it worries him that any friends he makes will abandon him. When he's with friends he likes to make lame puns, and only takes a serious attitude when they seem to be having troubles. He never lets others into his internal strife, a little bit of pride and fear go a long way after all. Sometimes it gets too much, and Chris takes it all out in a rage. However Chris really wants to be happy, and he's trying his hardest. He likes to be with friends, and he most of all wants to help them.
History:
Chris is the second youngest child of his mother, who had 5 children. He only speaks to one, his oldest sister whom he lives with. He also lives with his Father, Daniel Dumont. Their mother left at around the age of seven. His sister moved in when he was ten, and has lived with them ever since. Chris attends school in Denver, and gets decent grades. He's smart for sure, but he procrastinates and doesn't try too hard. He was pretty happy until his dad lost his job. Then got a head injury, and then diabetes. It was a tough few years, and it still is for him. That was when Chris was at his lowest, having to take care of his dad, and making sure they had enough money to eat. Then... one day when walking the lonely route to the bus to school. He fell.

Name: Kieran Quinlan

Age: 9. Will be 10 in 2 months.

Hometown: Belfast, Ireland

Description: Kieran is a tall boy for his age, but extremely skinny. Not in the habit of measuring or weighing himself, he looks to be a bit under 5 feet tall and is probably at least 10 to 15 pounds underweight.
His delicate facial features are often slightly obscured by long, tangled waves of coppery brown hair. His hair reaches down to the middle of his neck, and is messily layered as if it were last cut by a blind person. Kieran doesn't seem to notice nor care.
His large, wide eyes are a sharp blue, honestly quite chilling to look at for a long period of time. This isn't helped by the fact that he doesn't seem to blink much. Over his eyes are light, thin eyebrows that are often raised in a quizzical expression.
The rest of his features are less fascinating. A small upturned nose, thin smirking mouth, cheeks and nose dotted with freckles. He has a faint scar on the left side of his jaw.
He walks with a noticeable limp, favoring his right leg.

Personality: Smart as a fox (in a street-smart sort of way) and similarly apt for getting into trouble, Kieran is possibly in the early stages of becoming a delinquent. He rarely thinks before he acts, a bit cocky in how much he trusts his own skills. He can be deeply emotional at times, often overreacting to small grievances. That said, he does have a streak of kindness in him, and is willing to help out anyone who makes it worth his while.
He has very little patience for those who lean too heavily on him, and isn't easily charmed by helplessness. He prefers friends who can work alongside him, and aren't too afraid of a good adventure.
Kieran has a vibrant imagination, fond of making up his own analogies and mythology. This also makes him a quite talented liar.
Overall, he's adventurous by nature, but is capable of compassion every now and again.

History: 17 year old Cara Quinlan dropped off her newborn son with her aunt and uncle only a few weeks after the baby was born. Nobody dared ask who the father was, and the Quinlan family was financially struggling as it stood, so little Kieran was an unwelcome arrival. Nevertheless, Ronan and Maeve Quinlan did their best to give the boy a decent childhood. That said, with both of them busy with work, there was plenty of opportunity for Kieran to run afoul of the rules.
On one such occasion, when he was about 8 years old, he and a few friends thought it would be fun to sneak into an old castle a few miles from the city. Finding the door locked, Kieran wasn't ready to give up and climbed in through an open window. Turns out that the window was positioned over a staircase, which led to an unexpected and injurious fall. His friends, quickly catching on to what had happened, selected a different window and were able to locate Kieran and carry him back home. They were able to give an explanation for Kieran's broken leg that didn't make it sound like they were trespassing, but Kieran's injury never healed all the way and he was stuck with a limp and occasional pain.
However, this incident clearly didn't teach the kid any lessons, as he went on to be just as reckless as before in the year and a half that followed. One fateful day on his way home from his second and final day of in-school suspension (following an incident involving flaming paper planes), he'd end up having another unexpected fall. But this time, he wouldn't have anyone to find him...

Name: Riley Taylor

Age: 8 years, 2 months

Hometown: Scarborough, UK

Description:
Riley stands at about 4 feet 3 inches, and weighs about 57 pounds. Her hair is a very light flaxen, that she likes to play with and braid when she's thinking very hard. No matter how much her mother combs and cuts it, it never seems to get perfectly straight or even. Her eyes are a dark grey that her father is very proud of, claiming it comes from his genetic line. She can always be found wearing a dark green dress with camouflage patterns, which she likes to tell her parents helps her hide from the beasts and never lets them wash.

Personality:
Riley is, first and foremost, easily excitable. She is easily impressed, but is not picky about what she is impressed by, so a collection of rocks catches her attention just as much as a beetle or grass clippings. Her love for exploration is a very large motivator in her life, overriding that of mannerly conduct, meaning she often abandons people mid-conversation or even mid-sentence to chase after a butterfly or raccoon, something that annoys her parents to no end. She also loves reading, especially anything to do with traditional local folklore, almost to the point of frightening obsession. However, these traits have left her with a level of skittishness and shyness not common among her peers.

History:
Riley was born to a rather unhappy family in Barrowcliff parish, to a couple desperate to make an effort to stay together. From the beginning, her mother was doting and overprotective, her father even more so. They, deciding Barrowcliff was not a nurturing environment for their child, packed up and moved to Scalby parish, still in Scarborough but closer to open fields and further away from the city. Riley spent much of her spare time in the fields, near the woods, and around the lakes, believing that if she searched the area for long enough she'd find the fairies depicted in her books. One day, as she was searching for mythological creatures, she saw out of the corner of her eye an otter. She went to chase it, but it quickly jumped into a lake and dove under. Not breaking pace, she jumped in the lake after it, but never hit water.

Name:
Aro Mahmoud

Age:
8

Hometown:
Jackson, Mississippi

Description:
Pale, long straight black hair, dark blue eyes, 50 inches, 43 lbs, very thin and bony.

Personality:
A very shy, quiet girl that has a love for small animals. Rats, cats, birds, you name it. She has a strong interest in science and isn't afraid to get dirty. Aro loves to ask questions and finds the answers in the darkest of corners. She doesn't trust people easily, on account of "stranger danger" being forced into her mind.

History:
Aro had always been a fast learner and explorer. She was the one kid to wander off during a field trip to something more interesting. Since she liked to wander, her parents all but beat the notion that people are untrustworthy and you should stay away from them. Other than that, her parents let her do what she wanted, whether that was pick up random bugs, kick another kid in the shin, or steal random candy. They loved her to pieces, but they were very lax as long as she didn't go too far away. Oh and don't mess with animals with bigger teeth than yours, they usually mean trouble.

Name: Arthur Willet

Age: 6 years and 8 months

Hometown: Amherst, NH, USA

Description: Arthur looks like he has been recently zapped by a loose wire all the time. He has poofy and wild blonde hair. A constantly nervous expression. He still has baby blue eyes, something his mother dotes over. He's small for his age at 36 inches. His skin is very pale from almost never going outside.

Personality: Arthur is a shy child and very much is a "Momma's Boy". Due to the smothering of his mother he has grown to be afraid of doing anything without her. The only time he can be without her is inside of his room where his stuffed triceratops Tyrone keeps him company. He doesn't like being outside because it's so big. Crowds of people are scary. In fact... everything is scary, except Mommy!

History: Arthur was born on an average New Hampshire day in the summer. He grew up in the town of Amherst under the care of a loving mother and a caring father. Mother quit her job to spend all of her time with Arthur. She loved taking care of him and raised him well until Father died when he was four. His life insurance plan and life savings made it so they could live comfortably, but something in Mother snapped and her parenting behavior grew to excessive levels. He did not mind, but he could sense the hostility from other parents and children whenever they were in public and Mother was overparenting. He had absolutely no clue that he would be whisked away and tossed down the rabbit hole.