Jemma
At first, it was all black. I was about to take it off to check the connection, when everything lights up.
"Hello, welcome to Jaylemm. Choose A if you'd like to watch the provided tutorial. Choose B if you'd like to skip." The automated voice says.
I lift my hand and push the B option. I've already memorized all all of the actions while waiting for the game to come out.
"Alrighty, enjoy the game," it says, and suddenly I'm falling toward the ground at a rapid rate. I hear a scream, and realized it was coming from me. I stop falling just a few feet before I reach the ground, and I land safely on my feet.
I curse under my breath, and that's when my focus cleared. The world was beautiful, with trees being a mixture of greens and unnatural purples and blues. There was multiple treehouses in them, wooden cozy ones that remind me of home when I was little. Off in the far away distance, I heard the faint noise of city.
"Huh." I whisper.
"Yeah, you should see it at night. In the country there's beautiful galaxies in the skies with all different colors, it's effing amazing." I whip myself around, and a girl a few years older than me looks around. Her coppery red hair went down to her hips, and her eyes were a sparkly brown. The thing that stuck out the most were the elven ears, though.
"Um, what are you?" I ask.
She chuckles. "I'm an Arenda. Magic user." She says.
"Oh, yeah, I read about those. They look like elves. What level are you at?" I ask.
"Level three. I've been playing for a couple weeks." She says, smiling.
"Cool. Oh, actually, could you guide me to any living quarters or something? I don't have a map or anything." I ask.
She looks around a little bit, "Well, there's a small town to the east with a cozy apartment complex set up there. Other than that, I've only seen the fancy one all the way up in Elander, but that city is a few miles away. Other than that, I haven't really explored that much yet." She says, smiling.
"Oh okay, thanks." I say, starting to walk east.
"See ya later!" She says, waving.
"Bye." I say, heading towards the town.

About ten to fifteen minutes later, I found myself at a small town.
"I guess this is what she's talking about." I whisper to myself. People on the cobblestone pathways walk, some with their arms linked, some looking into their own little worlds. It smelled like fragrant flowers and coffee.
The apartment complex was made with a dark wood that complemented the surroundings, and the trim of the windows and doors were wrapped in flowered vines.
I open the door, and in the main office was filled with potted plants and a great desk, taking up half of the room. I ding the bell on the counter, and a small old man strolls out of the back room. He pushes his glasses up, and looks at me. There was something concerning in his eyes for a millisecond, but it was quickly gone.
"How may I help you, miss?" He asks.
"I was wondering if there were any empty rooms? I just got here." I ask.
"Um, yes, yes. There is one, but you'd have to be okay with roommates."
I hesitate, thinking of Noah. Did I really want to end up stuck with more crappy people?
He seems to notice my hesitation, because he quickly replies, "Oh, don't worry. Laye and Elle are nice. Well, most times." He says.
"Okay then, I'll take a room." I say, and he gets out a pad of paper.
"Name?"
"Uh, Jemma." I say. Another weird look, quickly covered up.
"Okay then, if you'd come with me, I'll show you to your room." He says, starting to ascend up the flight of stairs with him. He turns and walks down a hallway.
"It's on the third floor, so remember that." He says, approaching a door at the end of the hallway. He knocks before unlocking the door.
"Hey Laye!" He yells.
"What do you want, you old-" she pauses when she sees me.
"Who the hell is that?" She asks, though it sounded more like a statement of annoyance.
"Language! Okay, now this is Jenna-"
"Jemma." I correct.
"Oh, right. This is Jemma, and she's the new roommate filling the empty bedroom." He says.
"Well frick, thanks for the warning." She says. She had jaw length dark blue hair, and her black tee shirt advertising some rock band was falling off a shoulder. Her gaze finds mine, and she looks right back at the old man.
"I shall call her: Lost Potential. God damn, look at her, fresh out of the Teletubbies." She says.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"It means you're a "newb"." The man interrupts.
"Well I can't help the fact I just got here." I say.
She looks like she was about to say something, but then the door opened, and the girl from before steps in.
"Oh, shoot. Did I get here too late?" She asks.
"You're Elle?" I ask.
"Well yeah." She says.
"How did I forget to ask your name before?" I ask, mainly to myself.
"You two know each other already?" Laye speaks up.
"Yeah, I was out in the country when I saw her spawn in. I gave her instructions." She answers.
"Oh." She says, walking closer to me. She holds my arm out, seeming to measure my wingspan.
"Uh, what are you doing?" I ask.
"Huh. You're a size I've never made for before." She says.
"What does that mean?" I ask.
"Laye likes to sew and stuff. She likes making clothes. It's a hobby." Elle answers.
"Oh. Well I'm just going to take that as a complement then." I say.
"You should. It'll be cool." Laye says.
We slowly fall into meaningless conversation, ignoring our weird introduction. Somewhere in the midst of it all, the man from the counter slipped out of the room, but everyone was too distracted to notice.