The Memoria Fantasia, a boarding school for the magical and mundane. Created over three hundred years ago, when a magic portal opened up in the modern world and invited the two vastly different realms to interact with one another. Though they were not without conflict, after a long history together they created this boarding school to allow the humans of earth to interact with the unique and varied magical races of Keratia. Elves, Orcs, dwarves, dragons, vampires, and all sorts of creatures interact with humans and learn how to live along side them.

Aside from the incorporation of Fanta say races, cultures, and magic, this school is like any other academy. There are strict codes of conduct that must be upheld, and while every race and species are equal to one another in their rights and autonomy, the safety of the students is still paramount. There are no excuses for any action which directly harm a student in a grievous matter outside of sporting events, such as a vampire feeding off a student or orcs who lose their tempers. Additionally, there are a multitude of extra curricular activities for anyone who can maintain the grade point minimal to qualify for additional activities.

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Today started as a fairly normal day for you. It was Winter Break and school was out, allowing students to go back to their homes to spend time with family, or simply stay in the dormitories and enjoy their time off with their fellow students. You share your relatively small dorm space with a human girl, Annabeth Elliot. Despite being human she was not born on earth: her family was one of the first earth humans who explored Keratia and settled there since. Her bronze skin and shiny metallic hair were the only major indicators of her more exotic lineage, but she otherwise is completely human.

At this moment, Annabeth was still asleep. She had arrived somewhat late last night due to her club activities, and was quite tired to boot. She slept underneath her faux fur blanket, snuggling against a large cartoon skull pillow.

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Colette Filiatrsukt, a sophmorebay the academy, stretched as she woke up from her sleep, her chaos magic opening up some of her curtains. The vampire yawned, her small fangs peeking out of her mouth. She sat up and looked at her clock. Classes for her wouidbt be starting for another three hours but it took her a long time To getbreadh.

Colette was known around campus to be a person who loved to cosplay a lot. Sometimes it was rare for her to wear regular clothes to classes. Colette went though her closest and hummed as she looked through it.

"Hmmm perhaps I should wear something simple today" She commented as she closed her closet and went to her dress or that was also her vanity. She pulled out a very cute outfit and began to get ready for her classes. When she finally was ready an hour and a half later, she took some time to get out some of her blood candy our so she didn't have to worry about her blood lust acting up. It's bad enough she had to worry about her chaos magic acting up. She didn't need her blood lust to do so either.

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You take your time getting dressed and ready for your day. Though the Winter Break meant there weren't any regular school hours, there were still classes students could opt to take, such as your mid-morning class. It was a fairly normal textile class, focused around the ceremonial and cultural garbs of various peoples from both the fantasy and the real world. The class encouraged students to design, dress, and research about different cultures to make different outfits. There were only a few students in this class and you were the only vampire, but everyone seemed nice enough. The teacher was a rather old human woman who has been studying various cultures and history for most of her life, though she's still quite new to the fantasy creatures.

You still had about an hour to go before class would start however. No one else was in class but there were a few students milling about. Most of them were just hanging out, some were heading to their own classes, some just studying. Among the students you'd recognize one: another vampire, older than you and something of your senior. Lucilia Riovas: a fellow cosplayer though she mostly focuses in designing than dressing up. She took the class you were going to now, having passed it a few years ago. She seemed to be by herself sketching something in her notebook.

Colette hummed and sat down at her seat, getting her stuff ready for the day. She would have gone home for winter break but her dad and her step mother was currently on their late honeymoon, but Colette didn't mind. She was happy that her dad was now happy.

It was still strange to be with her dad since she spent so many years without him, though that was out of their control. She still shivered in fear at the thought of what was once her home, the home she forced into where everyibg went downhill in her life. Years, centuries of pure torment and suffering was all she could remember of that place, of that man and woman who pretended to be her parents while her real father suffered trying to find the people that attacked their home, murdered her mother and took her and her sister away from their only living relative.

Snapping out of her memories, she straightened herself out and took out her calligraphy pen and a simple blue ink to dip it in.

It wouldn't be long before it was time for your first class. You could tell it was close to time as more students gathered around the door near you, and once the professor arrived everyone filed in and took their seats. The professor was kind but curt, someone who wouldn't yell at you but is painfully honest if you're misbehaving or just bad at your assignment. Today the assignment he gave you and the class was to study and sketch a casual outfit design for elves in a modern city. He listed various resources on elven culture and clothing as well as modern trends, and students were encouraged to try and provide a sensible combination of the two. There were even a few elves already in class who were more than willing to discuss what they knew and offered their advice, though ultimately it'll be the professor judging the outfits and not them.