<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0uQ9BuS.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ana Field<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pants uniform.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room 117<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It was a little stifling here, but it was suppose to be a day of celebration. For one hundred years, this university has stood tall and proud, and there was certainly no shortage anticipation among most of the students here for it. Despite not quite fitting in with her peers, Ana had been dressed in the pants uniform of the academy, a brush running through her silvery locks as she hummed out quietly to herself. If nothing else she could show up and look the part of someone interested, right? Even if she wasn’t a mage she was interested in attending all the same.<br/><br/>At least, that’s how the morning started – but it seemed fate had different plants. As she hummed a quiet tune to herself, Ana heard… Something, a woman introducing herself with a thunderous voice, and then ‘claiming what was owed’. “Wha-” It took Ana a moment to have an inkling of an idea as to what was going on, but by the time magic shook the ground and something happened to her dorm, one hand was bracing against the dresser she was next to, a string of expletives running from her mouth as she tried her best to steady herself as the brush in her other hand dropped to the floor in shock.<br/><br/>“The hell just happened?” Ana spoke, stumbling back to her feet as she followed after Ceri, Ophelia, and Satora. It took Ana only a moment to grab her shield and warhammer at least, holding the former in a defensive position as she took point, trying to make sense of what’s going on. “I’m gonna echo Ceri here… is this a test or did we just get kidnapped?”<br/><br/>