The Dungeon Crawler's Academy

Settling in to School Life

Farruine, Argent Q.

ID#: X13-117

Age: 16 (91YS. 18th Day of Corals)

Hair: White

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'10"

Class: X13

Rank: C2

Level: 4

Proficiencies: Mid-Ranged Combat, Forestry, Dungeoneering

Specialization: Alchemy/Herbology

Standing: Favourable

*Notes: Wields a unique set of ranged weapons, known as 'Argent Pistols', capable of creating a wide array of effects based on individual loads.

Argent sat at the desk in his dorm room, absently tapping the wood with his quill as he stared down at his student handbook. It was still uncanny the way it updated itself in real time, always changing in accordance to the events taking place around the school... But his attention wasn't focused on the newly filled portions of the book.

It's only been two weeks, but I've already increased to level four... The entrance exam must have really pushed my limiters up.

He thought to himself, pleased though by the same token bitter. It had been embarrassing to learn that he had been the lowest level member of their entire class, taking the exam at level three. The closest to him had been Jaroth and Leif, who had both been level four during the time of the exam. The other students of X13 had been double his level or more, with Naiara sitting at the top of the class with a ridiculous level eleven standing. Eleven! Those kinds of numbers were in league with legitimate full-time mercenaries, if not higher than some of the more amateur! Dropping his quill and letting it roll slightly across the desk, Argent put his face into his hands and groaned.

In this world, level referred to the amount of skill you had achieved within the realm of your aspects. As a person grew in competence with their abilities, advancing their capacity and control over the aspects which were open to them, they could increase the limits of those aspects or possibly even gain access to new ones. Typically this meant gaining access to stronger, more varied abilities within that aspect's realm of the Arcanasphere.  As a person's aspects developed, their level would scale in reflection of their power; And it was typically expected that for each level a person possessed, they would have access to one ability per aspect open to them... Though these numbers had been proven to be a generalization and not necessarily a rule. Some individuals, particularly in the caster-type specializations, had been known to possess abilities only from a single aspect, regardless of how many they had opened. In short, there was no guaranteed way of judging what a person had up their sleeves, but level was by and large a reliable indication of an individual's overall strength... And he was at the bottom.

"Uuughh... What am I doing?"

Argent questioned no one in particular as he clasped his hands over his face, venting his frustration if only a little. He knew he wasn't much of a fighter, but he had never expected to be so far behind the curve. He was going to have to work hard. He WOULD work hard. Harder than anyone else.

"You can do this."

He hissed to himself through grit teeth, removing his hands from his face and instead thumping his balled fists onto the desk.

"You uh.. You alright in here, bud?"

Gauge's voice came from the doorway, and Argent spun in his chair to find the young rogue standing there with a bemused grin on his face. The alchemist gestured for the other boy to let himself in, and Gauge would do so, making his way casually across the room to sit on the bed. Tipping his head to one side, he gave Argent one of his more serious looks.