[hider=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.

[b]"Is ... is there a reason you didn't fill out the form?"[/b]  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.

[color=pink]"Can't read."[/color]

[b]"I'm afraid that signing the form is a min-"[/b]  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.  [b]"-How about I help you fill out the form.  Basic literacy isn't a requirement of the academy anyways!"[/b]  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.

[b]"So ... your name.  Or a nickname, if you go by it."[/b]
[color=pink]"Daria."[/color]
[b]"How old are you?"[/b]
[color=pink]"Enough."[/color]

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

[b]"What is your gender?"[/b]
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.
[b]"What country are you from?"[/b]
[color=pink]"... I ... I don't know."[/color]  Distracted the girl returned to her work, seeming to be deep in thought.  [color=pink]"The Chief kept us beyond the Empire's borders though.  In the South.  We migrated a lot."[/color]  Daria seemed to believe that was a sufficient answer, and he wasn't going to argue.  [i]Migratory group, Southern Border.[/i]

[b]"What do you look like?"[/b]  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.  [b]"I-I just didn't want to offend you with an unworthy description!"[/b]
[color=pink]"I can't read it anyways."[/color]

[i]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[/i]

[b]"So um ... what exactly are you?"[/b]
[color=pink]"Beastfolk, Leopard.  Good at climbing things.  Explosive strength, hate running long distances."[/color]

[b]"How do you use your magic?"[/b]
[color=pink]"Dunno.  Isn't that why I'm here?"[/color]
[b]"... I guess that's fair!  So, just a few things to help you find a roommate!"[/b]  The admissions officer felt sorry for them.  [b]"Why did you decide to enroll here?"[/b]
[color=pink]"... to learn magic."[/color]  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?

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

[i]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![/i]

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

The interview ended shortly after that.

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[*]Daria seems to at least harbor a distaste for those who can read in her tribe, which she refers to as [i]literates[/i]
[*]Daria has admitted or discussed the Great Pink Flamingo as being made up, and that her hair is just dyed. 
 Why she did this is unknown.[/list][/hider]

[hider=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.
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