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Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy

@Ponn great, now the admissions officer will be forced to reveal his stat sheet!

I'll uhh think of something.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Just confirming that I'm good to post in the CS tab.

Daria

Getting into Fae Creek City Academy wasn't exactly a challenge - it took little more than filling out an entry form and signing your name. Most students - no matter how stupid they were or how little their chances of passing their courses turned out to be - made it easily through the process of writing their names.

This wasn't one of those times.

Instead, the admissions officer found themselves looking down at an entry form that looked like as if it had stabbed multiple times.

"Is ... is there a reason you didn't fill out the form?" The admissions officer glanced upwards from the form towards the girl that sat across from him, lounging across both armrests and carving a piece of white wood rapidly with a small knife in her hands, not even bothering to glance in his direction.

At least he hoped it was wood.

"Can't read."

"I'm afraid that signing the form is a min-" The admissions officer stopped midway through his speech as he caught a glare from the girl across from him - she didn't stop carving with her knife as her eyes moved away from it, small shavings of wood landing into her lap unceremoniously.

He had the overwhelming feeling that he'd be next if he didn't ... help accelerate her through the process of admissions. "-How about I help you fill out the form. Basic literacy isn't a requirement of the academy anyways!" He laughed nervously, bringing out a new form and a pen to start filling it out as the girl's eyes returned to the item she was carving.

"So ... your name. Or a nickname, if you go by it."
"Daria."
"How old are you?"
"Enough."

This was going extremely well! He read the next line off the form, hoping to get through this admission as quickly as possible.

"What is your gender?"
The girl stopped carving, eyes leveling on his with a look that screamed murder. He quickly scribbled down female and moved on to the next question in hopes it would distract her.
"What country are you from?"
"... I ... I don't know." Distracted the girl returned to her work, seeming to be deep in thought. "The Chief kept us beyond the Empire's borders though. In the South. We migrated a lot." Daria seemed to believe that was a sufficient answer, and he wasn't going to argue. Migratory group, Southern Border.

"What do you look like?" She looked at him like he was an idiot. He did feel a little stupid, but he seriously doubted she'd seen a camera. He tried to save face by coming up with an explanation. "I-I just didn't want to offend you with an unworthy description!"
"I can't read it anyways."

Girl, stands around five foot six. Appears mostly human, except with the ears and tail of some sort of large cat ... her hair is pink (is it dyed?), but her tail and ears both have black spots on them. Tanned skin. Lean and fit, with a thin layer of muscle going up and down her frame. Golden eyes with slit pupils. Wears what appears to be a padded short dress with silk armor underneath - somewhat tribal, although kept clean. Has sharp teeth

"So um ... what exactly are you?"
"Beastfolk, Leopard. Good at climbing things. Explosive strength, hate running long distances."

"How do you use your magic?"
"Dunno. Isn't that why I'm here?"
"... I guess that's fair! So, just a few things to help you find a roommate!" The admissions officer felt sorry for them. "Why did you decide to enroll here?"
"... to learn magic." She once again looked at him like he was an idiot. He halfway debated questioning her further, but decided to simply leave the spot blank. No one looked at this section anyways. But really. This girl looked like she could be a well paid bodyguard, assassin, or some sort of special forces. What brought her to learn magic at the worst school on the continent?

"So Daria ... what are you like? Any hobbies, or things you'd want a roommate to know about you?"
"Cute. Fun. Love laughing. Take me on an adventure." He nodded.

Stares into your soul to destroy it as a pastime. Carves with her knife incessantly, and probably kills too. Enjoys adventures - in fact, if you bore her it is probably lethal for you. If you are unfortunate enough to have her as a roommate sleep with one eye open. Seems to have a good, if unique fashion sense though!

"One last question. What is your life story? Tragic past?"
"Slaughtered ten mercenary units that wanted to pillage my hometown with this knife. When I was two. Blessed by the Grand Flamingo-" Daria pointed at her largely pink hair. "-when I was only six years old. My parents died before I was born, I crawled out of my dead mother's womb."

The interview ended shortly after that.

Admissions Officer

Unnammed. Middle Aged. Failed to Graduate from Fae Creek and is working to pay off his debt that has a higher interest payment than his income.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy

Daria

Getting into Fae Creek City Academy wasn't exactly a challenge - it took little more than filling out an entry form and signing your name. Most students - no matter how stupid they were or how little their chances of passing their courses turned out to be - made it easily through the process of writing their names.

This wasn't one of those times.

Instead, the admissions officer found themselves looking down at an entry form that looked like as if it had stabbed multiple times.

"Is ... is there a reason you didn't fill out the form?" The admissions officer glanced upwards from the form towards the girl that sat across from him, lounging across both armrests and carving a piece of white wood rapidly with a small knife in her hands, not even bothering to glance in his direction.

At least he hoped it was wood.

"Can't read."

"I'm afraid that signing the form is a min-" The admissions officer stopped midway through his speech as he caught a glare from the girl across from him - she didn't stop carving with her knife as her eyes moved away from it, small shavings of wood landing into her lap unceremoniously.

He had the overwhelming feeling that he'd be next if he didn't ... help accelerate her through the process of admissions. "-How about I help you fill out the form. Basic literacy isn't a requirement of the academy anyways!" He laughed nervously, bringing out a new form and a pen to start filling it out as the girl's eyes returned to the item she was carving.

"So ... your name. Or a nickname, if you go by it."
"Daria."
"How old are you?"
"Enough."

This was going extremely well! He read the next line off the form, hoping to get through this admission as quickly as possible.

"What is your gender?"
The girl stopped carving, eyes leveling on his with a look that screamed murder. He quickly scribbled down female and moved on to the next question in hopes it would distract her.
"What country are you from?"
"... I ... I don't know." Distracted the girl returned to her work, seeming to be deep in thought. "The Chief kept us beyond the Empire's borders though. In the South. We migrated a lot." Daria seemed to believe that was a sufficient answer, and he wasn't going to argue. Migratory group, Southern Border.

"What do you look like?" She looked at him like he was an idiot. He did feel a little stupid, but he seriously doubted she'd seen a camera. He tried to save face by coming up with an explanation. "I-I just didn't want to offend you with an unworthy description!"
"I can't read it anyways."

Girl, stands around five foot six. Appears mostly human, except with the ears and tail of some sort of large cat ... her hair is pink (is it dyed?), but her tail and ears both have black spots on them. Tanned skin. Lean and fit, with a thin layer of muscle going up and down her frame. Golden eyes with slit pupils. Wears what appears to be a padded short dress with silk armor underneath - somewhat tribal, although kept clean. Has sharp teeth

"So um ... what exactly are you?"
"Beastfolk, Leopard. Good at climbing things. Explosive strength, hate running long distances."

"How do you use your magic?"
"Dunno. Isn't that why I'm here?"
"... I guess that's fair! So, just a few things to help you find a roommate!" The admissions officer felt sorry for them. "Why did you decide to enroll here?"
"... to learn magic." She once again looked at him like he was an idiot. He halfway debated questioning her further, but decided to simply leave the spot blank. No one looked at this section anyways. But really. This girl looked like she could be a well paid bodyguard, assassin, or some sort of special forces. What brought her to learn magic at the worst school on the continent?

"So Daria ... what are you like? Any hobbies, or things you'd want a roommate to know about you?"
"Cute. Fun. Love laughing. Take me on an adventure." He nodded.

Stares into your soul to destroy it as a pastime. Carves with her knife incessantly, and probably kills too. Enjoys adventures - in fact, if you bore her it is probably lethal for you. If you are unfortunate enough to have her as a roommate sleep with one eye open. Seems to have a good, if unique fashion sense though!

"One last question. What is your life story? Tragic past?"
"Slaughtered ten mercenary units that wanted to pillage my hometown with this knife. When I was two. Blessed by the Grand Flamingo-" Daria pointed at her largely pink hair. "-when I was only six years old. My parents died before I was born, I crawled out of my dead mother's womb."

The interview ended shortly after that.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy

@Zinita. Question: is the world medieval or modern? If the world has a mix of "ages" what does the academy tend to sit at? (You put robots and elves into the CS)

I get the feeling you're going for a "let the players make it up unless it is contradictory to what has already been made" worldbuilding, which is fine, but it means we should probably keep track of all the stuff that does come up.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy

This sounds hilarious. Consider me interested

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

Will keep an eye on this, will read up more on the lore in a bit.

Alveos Adventure Academy

@Dragonydas I'm not sure if Eliyen would get around to talking about classes given that response, I'll edit it in if I need to. I expect adorable embarrassment.

Alveos Adventure Academy

Daria pounced on the opportunity provided to tease Eliyen. "Partner, eh?" The elf would feel an arm slide around the small of her back, hand squeezing the opposite side softly. If the diplomat's daughter looked into the eyes of the leopardess, she would see a fierce playfulness within them. "You know, in the tribe there were a few couples of women who call each other 'partner' - sometimes they talk a little too loudly about how things worked ..." Eliyen would feel the hand glide up her back, teasing the surface - before a finger poked her owner's delicate nose and the warrior spun a couple of feet away with a grin on her face. "I'm flattered Eliyen - I really am, but you need to at least wine and dine me first."

@Dragonydas

Alveos Adventure Academy

Daria didn't get much more out of the speech than the lady she served - her ears twitched constantly while they were in the crowd, trying to zero in on individual sounds as they appeared. They listened briefly to the flutter of bug-like wings from a nearby tree. They darted to hear a spark of electricity fly from an elemental. They tried to identify a thousand sounds and the various threats and weren't successful at identifying every sound - or hearing the majority of the speech.

For a couple of seconds, Daria didn't respond as Eliyen kept glancing towards the stage in some hope of catching a glimpse of the secretary. Daria's tail swished behind her aggressively as she folded her arms and looked away in an attempt to hide an emotion - whatever it was - that seemed to always well in her chest when Eliyen paid more attention to something more fluffy than herself. "Hmph. I'm not exactly sure how you intend on graduating if you're chasing every fluffy pair of ears in sight - or how I can keep you safe.."

She supposed it was time to answer her owner's question though - she didn't want to be too harsh to her fragile mistress. "Didn't they give you some sort of handout? We should probably go wherever that suggests, princess ... Seems like everyone is splitting up and out of here." Daria tried to smile at Eliyen, but her eyes constantly darted around trying to search each person for any semblance of ill intent.

@Dragonydas

Alveos Adventure Academy

@Dragonydas you or me first? I'd probably just be following ya.