Location Welcome Center and Employment Office

[Istril]

Istril thought for a long moment, holding her chin in her hand as she did so. Then, finally, she spoke. "I believe the Ironworks would be preferrable. There's something off-putting about a store that claims to make blades of the same quality as my home," Istril said, smiling everso slightly. She then leaned back in her seat, thought for a second, and asked, "Forgive my ignorance, do I simply visit it and take my request there, or do you have something for me to fill out here and take to them?"

[Accolade]

Istril

"Take this letter of recommendation to the shop and that should get you started."

[Matthew]

Matthew quickly bowed his head, noting his question had been ignored, and not bringing it up any further. "Thank you, miss. Be sure and drop by if you ever need some company." He offered her a polite nod of his head and a small smile, then turned, papers in hand as he headed outside. Stopping a nearby Knight to ask directions, he quickly headed towards the location pointed out.

[Istril]

Istril nodded and gave a curt smile to the receptionist, taking the letter gingerly from her extended hand. She scanned the paper quickly, and then smiled politely at the lady. "Thank you for your time," Istril said curtly, before turning on her heel and walking off.

[Alex White]

Alexander entered the building in hope of getting a job. When he entered the building, he heard the various people conversing in the area. Being blind, Alex didn’t notice the sheet of paper that was beside him. He only noticed it was a male’s voice asked him to move politely and pick up a sheet of paper. The sound of the paper being lifted caught Alex’s attention.
“Uh, what’s That you’ve got there?” Alex asked the man without looking in his direction
“are you talking to me, lad?” The man said.
“Yes I am, didn’t ya know.” Alex replied as he faced towards the man.
“Uh, it’s an application form? It says it right here.” The man said with confusion as he pointed at the top of the sheet.
“I’m sorry, I can’t see that… heheh” Alecx said, trying to brush his words off as a joke.
“Oh… ah… Do you need help filling it out then…?” The man said awkwardly
Alex replied to the man with a simple nod. Soon after, Alex thanked the man and joined the queue of people and was ready to hand in his application.

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On Alex's Application:
Name: Alexander Flynn White
Race: Human
Age: 13
Relevant Skills: None needed
Preferred Employment: Clerk
Expected Stay In Syliras: Resident

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After a good wait, Alex heard a woman call the next person. Alex walked up and stopped just a few inches away from the desk. He then handed in his application in the woman’s vague direction and beamed a smile at her.

[Cole Skyborne]

41st of Summer The pain... the unimaginable pain... Broad daylight mid-Summer, and there he was walking down the street. Gaze cast down and squinting, the bright light caused his eyes to burn and water... It was not soon enough before he turned into the building, the dimmer lights already helping out... This is idiotic, no sleep and an insufferable walk... Petching Syna's bright arse... All the less than polite glances had not helped matters at all... but he expected as much, walking around town with his wings folded almost over his head to try and shade his eyes... Inside the building, oh what a relief it was... His red gaze drifted across the room for a moment, soaking in the environment... It was nice, but not over the top... He would have gone a different way in the area of decoration... The papers caught his attention. Great, writing... Taking one of the sheets in a clawed grasp, careful not to pierce it, he quickly filled it out... in a rather sloppy handwriting... A number of the words were misspelled, including his own name. Cole finally locks those crimson peepers onto the Secretary, who he half-expected to be scowling at him. "Hail, my name is Cole." He spoke with a deep silken tone. "I come seeking a job in this fair city... My skills are simple but valuable - I do believe... I am a medical practitioner, skilled in broken bones gaping wounds, concussions... Even rehabilitating the wounded after muscular damage..." The words sounded as if they had been well rehearsed... He continued on in a rather long winded speech, obviously in attempt to answer any questions before they need be asked. "I would not mind field work, or a place directly under the knights, if they would accept me... I don't hunt humans, nor practice any form of magic, I have never carried a weapon and have no intention of doing so... I may be a Zith, but I was raised by a human sl-... woman..." He caught himself before mentioning the word slave, maybe it would go unnoticed. "I just wish to make my way in this city... I'm willing to learn what I must to blend in... if it helps my case, I can work at night - prefer to actually - while the humans are sleeping." And now he took a breath. Note to self; socializing still needs work... Almost awkwardly, he handed off the sheet of paper before folding his hands behind his back underneath the broad, folded wings. He said nothing more, knowing anything else he would say would be... less than perfect common. Name: Cole Race: Zith Age: 19 Relevant Skills: Medicine Preferred Employment: Local or in the field, Nightshift Expected Stay In Syliras: As long as allowed

[Desideria]

Some might have considered it masochistic that a generally nocturnal creature was awake and about during a summer midafternoon, rather than waiting until after dusk to become active. Though she did have a headache and her basalt-black eyes were watering a bit from the bright light, Desideria was able to swallow that annoying pain as she rounded the corner and entered the building. She would sleep later, when she had finished handling business and not a single moment beforehand. She carried herself tall and proud, her wings folded artistically about her so that they resembled some sort of cloak. She had heard that her kind could easily get in trouble for being in any part of the city, if they so much looked at another person the wrong way (she had yet to determine if that was a rumor or truth and wasn't exactly in a hurry to push the issue) so she kept her gaze focused straight ahead and somewhat lowered so she did not accidentally make eye contact with the other people gathered, hoping that her facial expression wasn't too unpleasant at the moment.

Quietly, she waited until everyone else gathered had taken an application before retrieving one herself and filling it out. While her handwriting was not flowing or adorned with decorative flourishes, it was neat and legible. It had taken her longer to fill out the paperwork than it should have, but it was fairly difficult to keep sharp claws from puncturing the paper; something that she tried her best to keep from doing. She hung back away from the current crowd, waiting until the current applicants had handed in their papers and speaking with the secretary before she approached the desk as well.

"My name is Desideria," She stated softly in Common, "I am here to find employment, too." It was not much of an introduction, but as it was her first time in an employment office, she really wasn't certain how interviews were conducted. It was an odd uncertainty, but an uncertainty nevertheless. She handed over her application and smiled at the secretary, before stepping back away from the desk again.

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Name: Desideria
Race: Zith
Age: 12
Relevant Skills: Cooking, Rhetoric, Negotiation (Novice in all three)
Preferred Employment: Cooking or anything that may involve wordplay.
Expected Stay In Syliras: At least for the remainder of the summer**

**Unless she ends up getting chased out of Syliras before summer ends. She's passing through but definitely wouldn't mind making some money before she ends up leaving/forced to leave.

[Simon Oracle]

1st of Summer, 513AV - 9th Bell

Walking into a building in hopes got get his job, Simon came across a table. Upon the table were sheets of paper stacked one on top of another. Simon approached the pile, only to be bumped by a rude individual. Simon didn’t say anything to the man who just cursed at him. He just proceeded to pick up the sheet. Looking at the sheet, Simon realised that it was an application form.

“I better fell it out” Simon said to himself.

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Name: Simon Orcale
Race: Human
Age: 19
Relevant Skills: Hypnotism, Intimidation and Interrogation
Preferred Employment: Interrogator
Expected Stay In Syliras: Resident.

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Soon after filling out the application, Simon joined the queue and awaited to hand it his sheet. About five chimes had pasted and Simon was at the front of the line and was up next. Simon quickly revised his sheet to make sure it was correct. However, as soon as he looked down he was called up. Simon wandered over to the desk and handed the woman his sheet. “Good day” Simon said, greeting the woman as she looked over his sheet.

[Genryuu Senkou]

43rd of Summer, 513 AV

Soon after entering the city of Syliras and securing a long-term residence for himself, Genryuu decided to turn his attentions to getting a job. His wallet was feeling uncomfortably light and yet his stomach was growling irresistibly. He entered the Employment Office of the city and mimicked the other job applicants in picking up an application form and proceeded to fill it out.

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Name: Genryuu Senkou
Race: Human
Age: 18
Relevant Skills:
-Medicine (Competent)
-Unarmed Combat (Competent)
-Weaponry- Quarterstaff (Novice)
-Flux (Novice)

Preferred Employment: Junior Healer/Doctor/Medic (willing to work graveyard shift if necessary)

Expected Stay In Syliras: Long term (Resident)
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Genryuu joined the queue, waiting patiently while humming a small tune to himself. It was not long before he was at the front of the line. He proceeded towards one of the available desks, greeting the woman who was the receptionist by folding his hands together in a sign of reverence. Although he was no longer one of the monks, old habits die hard. "Good day to you." He said to the woman with an slightly shy smile. He was still abit unsure about how he was supposed to act around people of the opposite gender and scratched his stubbly hair awkwardly.

"I am looking for a job as a junior doctor or medic as I have quite some prior experience in the matter, although I suppose I should just let my application do the talking." He said in a humble but also self-assured manner, handing off his application to the lady in front of the desk.

Experience told him that a good first impression can always go a long way towards getting good opportunities.

[Matthew]

16th of Summer

Matthew was in the employment office for the second time in one season. While his first job recommendation by the office had been a helpful one, he had also started to look for a second job. He needed all the Mizas he could get in order to reach his eventual goal.

With a soft smile, he approached the desk and the person behind it, taking a form and roughly filling it out.

Form :

Name: Matthew Wayne
Race: Human
Age: 25
Relevant Skills: Medicine
Preferred Employment: Already employed, but wish to find a small night-time job in addition to my full time job. I was hoping that there would be a medical clinic nearby that could use some helping hands during the night hours.
Expected Stay In Syliras: Indefinite. May take small vacations to other Syliria cities, but these will be announced well in advance.

He turned in the form quietly, then waited for the employee to be free before he approached to discuss the matter.