Wizard Tryouts

A hooded figure stands in the centre of the room, holding a long wooden staff.

"Coming the way of the mage? We are weak. We die easily. What we lack in our physical strength, we more than make up for with our magical abilities. We are a glass cannon, where other classes will fall from being unable to take down a beast, an army fast enough, we will cut a swathe of destruction, straight through the middle."

He lifts his staff up. There's a crackle in the air as a form floats in front of you.

"Join our ranks by signing the form and a world of wonders awaits"

A similar hooded figure appeared from the entrance of the complex. As he approached the instructor, he let his hood fall to his shoulders, and shook his hair with a sense of release.

"Indeed, I am looking to refine my magical prowess, but do not be confused; I am in no way weak. And I won't fall with such ease. To think otherwise, you question my worth and ability, and if that is your purpose, then tarry no longer. You mean to test my patience? Then I will proceed to test your wit."

The would-be student clenches his fist, gathering magical energy as his words drip with spite. Remembering his place, he heaves a deep sigh to calm himself.

"Excuse me. I've spoken out of turn. As you can see, I am quite enthusiastic to learn, so if you will have me, I would be ever so grateful."

The newcomer bows slightly, and then signs the form presented accordingly.

A grin breaks out under the hood.
"Through our magic we can be stronger than others, but still, we are not made to.... take the hits, like say a knight would, we support those who can take the hits and in turn they support us"

He cocks his head to the side

"Not that we can't take care of ourselves mind"

*I walk into the room Blood dripping from my mouth*

Another person thinking they can attack me in the allyway
I showed him hahaha

*I look at the form and immediatly sign, I grin exposing my Fangs*

Looks like this town is interesting

The wizard grins under the hood before talking

"You are accepted"

A heavily armored male feline figure walks into the room, peering around curiously. There's a large greatsword strapped to his back. He isn't overly muscled - definitely more of a runners body, though he moves with an ease that suggests he can swing the sword and run about in the armor just fine. Despite any awkward looks he might get, he signs his name onto the parchment with a flourish!

"You have been accepted. Despite your...... odd appearance"