Magic Evaluation at Fantasy Academy (AP:D #01)

Academy Precantatio:
Divergence Series #01

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『 Premise: 』
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An academy trial for controversial students meant to measure control and worth unfolds within a shifting arcane construct — a labyrinth that watches, remembers, and responds to those inside it.

Now, four candidates —

Sabrine, the fragile Deviant who fears her own touch;
Gwen, the ruthless combatant who believes only strength has value;
Asher, the disgraced noble who was expelled from this very academy;
Priscilla, the flawless scion who sees beauty and hierarchy as truth itself

— step into these shifting chambers, where tension fractures, power is exposed, and every decision reshapes what comes next… just as something (presumably YOU) enters the trial unannounced.

(NOTE: Who and what you are is completely up to you. You can be another candiate, an already enrroled student, a faculty member, and observer, an entity from beyond the veil about to break their minds, or anything you can come up with.)

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『 Characters: 』
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Gwen Osteon was bred for violence and calls it honesty. A demon noble of House Osteon, she treats her own bones as a forge — shaping armor, blades, and brutality from herself with casual efficiency. She laughs loudest in the sparring hall, mocks hesitation in any form, and measures everyone by how long they'd last if she swung first. Yet beneath the predator's grin lives a creature of surprising selectivity: she respects only those who refuse to break under her, and once earned, that respect is heavier than any blow she's ever thrown... along with her too foward affection.

❖ Age: 21 years
❖ Height: 5’9” (176 cm)
❖ Race: Demon
❖ Occupation: Candidate
❖ Status: Noble + Combat Mage
❖ Affinity: Marrow
❖ Academic Score: Pending

"If you're going to swing, swing like you mean it. Otherwise, get out of my way."



Sabrine Morana apologizes for existing because her magic proves the point. Everything she touches withers — crops, tools, kindness — and she has spent years learning to take up less space because occupying any at all causes harm. A Deviant with decay magic she cannot fully suppress, she wears gloves to hide blackened veins and keep