Name: Norah Montgomery<br/><br/>Age: 17<br/><br/>Personality: A bit of an eccentric, painfully curious, blunt, stubborn and constantly trying to be an eternal optimist.<br/><br/>Appearance: Long, wavy brown hair, violet eyes, a plain shirt and jeans kind of girl.<br/><br/>Weapon of choice: Mostly just spells.<br/><br/>To say that Norah Montgomery was confused would be an understatement. She had fallen asleep at her desk, idly reading some novels that her mother had so<span style="font-style: italic">eagerly</span>given to her and had woken up in an entirely different place. With wilderness as far as she could tell, the brunette knew this wasn't anywhere near her city of a home. "What the heck." She groaned, her fingers rubbing at the back of her head. Maybe this was just a dream. Yeah, it had to be! Just a silly, little dream, and she was bound to wake up soon! So, with that in mind, she put on the biggest smile she could muster and stood herself up from the grass.<br/><br/>Taking a look around, she spied a lake full of anomalies. Well, sea monsters weren't exactly in her normal dreams, but whatever. She had an imagination too, after all. Her gaze flowed along, and eventually fell upon another individual: a boy. Somehow by the way he was dressed she could already tell he was odd. "Hey, kid!" She shouted towards him, her hands falling onto her hips. "Is this some kind of joke? Unless you have a six pack under that shirt of yours, you better ditch my dream right now."