"Name, Class, and Motivation, please."

A young man with black hair and dark skin sits in the middle of a beige room. He adjusted his red shirt before shifting in his seat, his star-like eyes scanning the room. He took a breath, looking to the Interviewer. "Hero, Hero Kiamelel. I'm an Exemplar." He paused for a moment. "Level 1, of course."

[Hero Kiamelel: Level 1 Exemplar] Powerful, absurdly dexterous, decently durable, and quite charismatic-- sporting a poor intelligence and wisdom.

"I... want to help people. I want to be a number added to lower the statistical average of a tragedy ever happening again."

[Alignment: Rebel Good]

The next interviewee arrived, a massive woman with Jotunn and Orcish heritage, sporting the marks of her larger forebears on her cheeks and longer, thick, almost goat-like ears, which flicked periodically in anxiety, her bangs hanging low to cover her eyes, and some of her hair tied into a ponytail, the rest rolled over her shoulders. Her outfit was casual, with a hoodie that was somehow oversized and a pair of jeans.

She wandered in, confusedly looking around for a place to sit before being motioned across from where the Interviewer had sat. 

After a slight struggle, once she sat down and adjusted her seat to a comfortable angle, she leaned in as the Interviewer spoke. "Okay, Name, Class, and Motivation, please."

"Uh... Da-Dahlia Albernen." She rubbed her face, revealing a pinched expression and a sharp ruby gaze. "I-I'm uh... aiming to be a Cleric. You... you could consider me a Barbarian, though." She chuckled nervously.

[Dahlia Albernen: Level 1 Barbarian] Strongest in the group, decently dexterous, and has an exceptional endurance to boot. Wiser than they'd seem, not charismatic in the slightest, and generally poor in intelligence-based activities.

"I... I want to help people. So... even if it has to be... y-y'know... puttin' these muscles to good use, then so be it." Dahlia chuckled once again.

[Alignment: Neutral Moral]

"Damn! It's bright in here!" A more petite girl cried out, carrying a bag as she entered. "Can someone turn the lights down!? It's too early for this shit!" Her hair was a dark brown, sporting exceptionally thick eyebrows, and hazel eyes sat underneath, freckles dotted across her nose and face. She sat down, setting the bag roughly onto the table as a large, skeletal automaton entered the room behind her, sharing features similar to a grasshopper's.

The girl wore a white tank top, a coat wrapped around her waist, and large cargo pants underneath that were pulled up to her waist.

The Interviewer cut in whilst they were focused on getting their bearings in order. "Could you state your Name, Class, and Motivations for us?"

The girl's head whipped out from behind her massive bag, wearing a startled expression on her face. "Uh..."

In another interview room, a more regal woman with deep, purplish skin sits down, her cold gaze meeting that of her Interviewer. Two sharp ears jut out from her head, hair set into two buns set by the nape of her neck. Her cold, yet sharp gaze sent shivers down the Interviewer's spine. She leaned into her chair, crossing her arms. She wore some tribal attire that could only be seen in the Undercities of Draudilythill.

A small, spherical silver clasp is set between the collar of this shirt, extending down to the remainder of her garments that cover only the lower part of her torso, while her arms remain exposed. Other silver accessories were lined across her left ear and nose. 

"Uh... so... m-ma'am. What is your Name, Class, and Motivation?"

Back into the room with the dark-haired girl, she had tied her hair up, her curly locks being pushed out of the way from her face, her lips pursed in thought. "Uh... Emer Ó Ceallaigh... um... I'm an Inventor, and my motivation is..."

She paused for a moment, twisting her lips, considering the following words that she had to say.

[Emma O'Kelly: Level 1 Inventor] Not the strongest, but is decently dexterous. They have decent endurance, are exceptionally intelligent, and possess some wisdom, but lack charisma severely.

"I guess... this school is kinda the only opportunity that I got..." A beat. "When you've been made a hermit your whole life, stuff like this is often the only shot you get, so... If being an amazing Inventor means I gotta risk my life... then... I gotta do what I gotta do. If Wizards do it, then do as the Wizards do, no?"

[Alignment: True Neutral]

When moving back to the Elf, currently brooding, a pinched expression remaining on her face, and suddenly, she spoke. "This place..."

The Interviewer is startled for a moment, having been made to wait for a solid five minutes before the Elven girl had responded.

"I'm excited..." They sighed longingly. "I am Viana, Viana Sarria. I'm a Ranger."

[Viana Sarria: Level 1 Rogue] She lied during the interview about her class. In actuality, she was a Rogue, an exceptional one at that. She is notably lacking in the strength department, but in terms of dexterous feats, her motor control is outstanding, enabling her to react to the smallest of things. Arrows, traps, et cetera. Decently intelligent, exceptionally wise, and charismatic, but isn't durable in the slightest.

"I've often wondered what adventuring in the overworld would be like. Being provided an opportunity like this... I can't help but be... jubilated, maybe that's the word?" Viana chuckled. "I can't wait to meet my first adventuring party."

[Alignment: Lawful Impure]

An empty chair rolled to the side, and the Interviewer waited patiently with their fingers steepled. They blink, watching as the seat drifts to the side. "Where are they...?"

The seat drifted farther and farther, alarming the Interviewer, who struggled to lift themselves from their seat, confused and concerned.

"Boo!"

A silver reptilian man slunk out from behind the Interviewer, escaping their invisibility with a smile on their face. A cowboy hat sat on their head, tongue flicking curiously.

[Rogier Arryn: Level 1 Sorcerer] Middling Strength, middling Dexterity, a decent amount of endurance, not intelligent in the slightest, pretty wise, and incredibly charismatic.

[Alignment: Chaotic Evil]

"Before the current age, the Age of Adventuring, there was an Age of Strife. The Lich King, Ozymandias, ran rampant." An older man in a suit stood at a podium, his beard forming a star shape. He looked out at the youths that were scattered about in front of him, a smile on his face. "This Age of Strife was often referred to as the War of Gods-- an alternative title, if you will."

Freshmen all gathered in the auditorium on orientation day.

"During the Month of Harvest, the 18th, 1826, Malivas Mars faced off against Ozymandias, an Exemplar of Ludicia. In a sacrificial gambit, Malivas Mars used his own life, his wish to seal away the Lich King. Once the battle had concluded, a crater lay in its wake. Malivas's body could not be found. Years later, spurred on by the heroic deeds of my now passed on ally, I, and only I, singular, brought about the Age of Adventuring! I, the most stupendous, fantastical mage of all! Alastro Psiderigmos Solatra! I am also known as the principal of this prestigious academy. The Mars Adventuring Academy!"

"He's got a head up his ass, doesn't he?" Emma whispered to herself amongst the crowd, their construct looking around like a curious child with rigid, jittering movements.

The remainder of the orientation consisted of a brief introduction to the school's Class Teachers, after which they were released to the central courtyard to be divided into their respective parties.

Emma, by herself, fiddled with a pendant that indicated which party she was supposed to be a part of, marked by a number. She pulled the number 6. She flicked it between her fingers, scanning the courtyard, quietly observing as other parties formed much earlier than she could find hers.

Sheepishly shifting through the crowd, she slammed straight into a large object, her automaton being forced to catch her before reaching the ground. She looked up to find a massive woman towering over her: Dahlia.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry!" Dahlia exclaimed, recoiling not long after Emma was sent careening into her construct companion.

Emma rubbed her nose, her brow pinched, her eyes locking onto the number "six" pendant also hanging around Dahlia's neck. "U-Uh..." Emma sputtered. "Y-Are you a part of my party?"

Dahlia blinked, then pointed at the pendant also hanging around Emma's neck. "Oh! Yeah!"

Emma sighed. "Finally."

Swiftly after, one by one, they all finally managed to find each other. This is also due in part to the fact that Dahlia towered over most of the students currently residing on the Mars Academy premises.

And now, Hero, Viana, Emma, and Dahlia sat in a circle, an awkward silence encompassing them.

Hero pursed his lips for a moment, speaking up first. "Uh... I'm Hero, nice to meet you all."

Dahlia nodded. "D-Dahlia! Pleasure!"

They both glanced at their quieter party members. Emma spoke up first. "I... uh... I'm Emer Ó Ceallaigh..." She pointed to her construct. "That's Rider... he's uh... in the prototype stages... as you can see..." The machine looked well-crafted, but was put together with worn-out parts, so its movements were much more jittery and violent.

Hero chuckled a little. "That's... quite the machine."

Emma nodded. "It certainly is."

Finally, Viana spoke up. "Viana Sarria."

After some time waiting, Hero scanned the scattered crowd of people. "We seem to be missing a person. It should be five, right? Minimum of three?"

Emma shrugged.

Dahlia scanned the crowd with Hero. "Are we missing someone? Is it not just us four?"

"Well, all parties start with five, look." He pointed to the others.

"Hm~" Dahlia clicked her tongue rhythmically, eyes narrowed, ears flicking in anxiety. "Maybe they're late?"

"Or they're lost?"

Viana glanced at the two. "Or we were snubbed."

"Well, regardless... we have a pretty well-rounded group from what I can see, so..." Hero shrugged. "Let's assign a leader."

"This quick?" Emma questioned.

"Well... It's better to do it earlier rather than later, no?"

Emma had a thought, but she pushed it back, opting to nod and let them continue. "Okay."

Dahlia raised a hand. "Uh... so how should we... um... determine the leader and stuff?"

Viana cocked a brow. "Maybe... say some things that make us a good leader?"

Emma raised her hand. "I'm not, so don't vote for me." Alright, I just need to stay in the background, do quests, and make shit in class. It should be simple enough. Emma thought to herself.

Dahlia raised her hand as well. "I... I also don't think I'd be an outstanding leader, either..."

Hero smiled, looking to Viana. "Guess it's just between you and me now, right?"

Viana shrugged. "We could also just have those who'd like to be leader, demo it, y'know?"

"Like a trial period as the party leader?"

Viana nodded.

Hero sighed. "Okay, do you want to trial first?"

She shrugged again. "I don't mind, it's up to the others, though."

Hero chuckled. "And we end up back to where we started."

A voice cut into the conversation, causing everyone to jump simultaneously. "Or you all could vote me~!" Rogier Arryn intruded on the conversation, tipping his hat to the ladies. Rogier proceeded to wrap an arm around Hero's shoulders, a smirk remaining on his face. "Sorry for being late. I... had a few run-ins on the way here," He looked to Hero, face to face. "Hope ya don't mind, do ya?"