If you're still accepting Characters, I'm more than happy to join.
Here is my CS:
What do you call yourself?
Aye, that is a rather odd question, lassy. I go by many names: neither fitting, to suffice. I prefer Annabeth. If you dare, I will accept to be called Ann, if ever I am in a presentable mood.
How old did you say you were?
Dare you, to ask such a thing. But I cannot blame your curiosity. I shall speak it in a riddle.
“Since the birth of King Arthur, a prophecy behold, there was the birth of ten more, each laughing in song,”
This is terribly forward of me, but what are you exactly?
‘Tis a forward question indeed, lass. In truth, I am a sprite, but many ignorant folk mistake me as a pixie. I refuse to confess more. It angers me, nonetheless.
Could you describe yourself for me?
Shall this question be any more impulsive? Aye, I will grant your wish. ‘Tis a bothersome truth, I stand at only three inches tall. I appear as a pixie, and have the spirit of one, indeed. But looks can be deceiving.
I have long blonde hair the color of gold, dark brown eyes in the resemblance of earth, and a petite figure. I refuse to explain more than this.
What are you doing in town? How long have you known about the club?
I was traveling alone, in search of a new dwelling. The forests I once resided in were demolished by those ignorant humans. In anger, I pulled a nasty prank on the leader of such an evil deed. I made his hair grow in pink. ‘Twas a fine day. Months later, I traveled from Ireland, and found such a Club. Shall I explain more, lassy?
If you are a faerie, what is your Court?
Aye, I don't have none. I was shunned from Seelie after an incident, in which I was so forth involved partaking in. I pranked the Queen Titania after she enforced an unforgivable law. She made it so a Faye may no longer joke with the leprechauns. I ended up casting a curse on the lass, tormenting her with long nose hairs.
Wonderful. I'll give you the password, but you'll need to tell me a really juicy secret first...
Funny story. I was involved in the Leprechaun to Massacre: hiding their pot of gold in a dragons lair. Nobody knows. Well, lass, incept you. What do you think, aye?