Name: Alicia Spell
Age: 16-19
Personality: Alicia is more of a witch in training than an actual witch...but that doesn't stop her from casting spells everywhere. Determined to fulfill her life long dream of becoming a witch she practices all types of magic in hopes of finding her niche. Stubborn and prideful she refuses to accept the idea that magic might not be her thing, and if yelled at for a spell that had good intentions, will become very, very upset. As all witches must have, she is armed with a magic staff carved of the finest wood and imbued with many powerful runes that was passed down to her by her grandmother, Morgan. And as another witches "must-have" she also is teamed up with a small grey mouse that settles underneath her hat named Chester.
Get out of my head!!!: 'Castor Nostrodamus Incintio!" Alicia shouted those words with all her heart while pointing her staff at the cage in the center of her grandmothers practice room. Miraculously, a white puff of smoke spread through the whole of the room and as Alicia fanned and coughed at the smoke she jumped excitedly. An indignant squeak from underneath her hat caused her to stop jumping about. "Sorry Chester, but I'm so excited! My spell finally did something! Just wait until I show Grandma Morgan my spell work! I really am getting better after all." Alicia was so proud of herself that she was standing in a superhero pose with her small and dainty hands on her hips. Only a sharp tug on her hair from her pet mouse's little paw shocked her out of the imaginary applause and compliments she was getting from her grandmother in her head. "Ow! Chester! What the heck?! Can't I even enjoy my own success?!" The little mouse pointed to the cage where her spell had produced, much to her surprise and disappointment, a single block of Swiss cheese. With a stomp of her foot Alicia groaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. "Aw man!!!! That's so not fair!"
