OOC: This is the IC thread of the Fielding RP - only those who signed up can post here.
Out of all the academies, boarding schools, and private schools of the Pansentient Queendom, none had excelled moreso often then Fielding Prepatory Academy. Here was - perhaps - the most notoriously elitist, yet most critically acclaimed, house of education that the Ganosians had ever known, next to the few others that dotted the island. Indeed, Fielding had it all - powerful sports teams, critically acclaimed teachers, and phenomenally successful students. But it was scorned by certain groups as elitist, the very embodiment of the hideous aristocracy and the stranglehold of the rich over the lower classes. The headmaster of Fielding, a Barcid by birth, was known to lampoon such groups, decrying their hypocrisy - hating the so called slavery of the rich by promoting slavery of their own kind, as he had observed in the countries such groups idolized. Like a true Motokatan, he scorned the whole lot of them. But he was a Punic man, not a Motokatan Asian, although he had admired the Motokatans, even allowing his son, who was already out of Fielding, to marry Yuri Sakamoto, a humble Motokatan lady. But as Headmaster Barca overlooked his notes for the upcoming school term, he looked out his window to see the crowds of students - newbies - walking towards the front doors. With a smirk, he left his room and made his way to the auditorium.
Tucked away somewhere in the province of Devonheavenshire was this noble academy - the source of many intellectuals and athletes alike over the decades. Managing to survive the Ganosian Civil War relatively unscathed due to the, um, activities of her custodians, Fielding was once again basking in her fame - indeed, many foreigners were given scholarships to attend, but, like all Fielding students, it would not be easy for them. There would be hurdles, many of them. Fielding alumni still speak of the arduous school years they went through. With the new school year having arrived, the veteran students were watching crowds of foreigners and locals alike head towards the auditorium. As all the new students got sent to the auditorium for the orientation, they were told to sit down and stay silent by the headmaster of Fielding who would begin to speak to the newbies. His tone was grim and forceful. The veteran students feared him, if only because he was so intolerant of typical youthfulness that to act like typical Ganosian youth, around him, was anathema. Veteran students snickered at the newbies, sometimes telling them to beware the headmaster and, at other times, snobby girls who wore their uniforms in a way to expose their sassy rebellious sides, would examine the new girls to see if any could be recruited for their clique. Even non-humans were in attendance. It was the first time that this had ever happened, but they would be judged just like human students would be. Elven, kitsune, and even Saradians were spotted in their uniforms. No one seemed to care much.
As everyone sat in their seats, the headmaster approached the podium. With ice cold words, he immediately silenced the crowd.
"Good morning. As we begin the new school year together, there are many groups that deserve thanks for their efforts. Our staff cannot be forgotten, of course. They are passionate instructors and I am sure that all of those here will give them their complete and full attention."
Everyone was silent. The headmaster captivated his audience with relative ease. He went on, staying silent for a moment, though, as if to test the waters. "I thank the parents for their contributions to our endowment this year. We have been entrusted with your sons and daughters, and we do not take this great responsibilities lightly. It is our hope that your sons and daughters will be the beneficiaries of our good work here. Thank you for working with us, especially when your children make poor choices. Hopefully, they won't make too many of those - remember that we do not tolerate that crap around here. Failure to co-operate will be severely punished."
He looked over the crowd of new students for a moment, as if to contemplate what he was gonna be dealing with. He knew he could have his way with them all, implanting in their heads - amidst all that goddamn pop culture claptrap - the idea of fearing him. Tis better to be feared then loved, right? "I will tell you that at Fielding, we produce the leaders of men and women. We do not take the easier road here. We take the harder road. There are many ex-students of Fielding that will testify to the truth of that. That is why your parents sent you here instead of some public school in a Wagdoggie ghetto. Your professors will demand academic excellence. It will be expected of you. You will prove your knowledge every day, and any tutors you care to pay to produce homework will not be there when you are interrogated and your knowledge is put to the test in your orals."
He smirked at the thought of humiliating cheaters before he continued. "We expect excellence in everything. It is here that you will take the first step on the path that you walk in the world. You will form the social relationships that will serve you well in the future. You will feed your body in Fielding sports, and we will feed your soul in Chapel. For those of other religions, you are free to use Chapel time for your own means - for your own way of worshiping whatever deity you prefer to follow. If you have no religion, try to use that time to study."
Once the speech was wrapped up, Headmaster Hasdrubal Barca overlooked the crowd one last time before withdrawing - allowing the new students to get sorted into their dorm rooms. He muttered something about the newbies before making his way back to his office. In the meanwhile, the new students - foreign and local - were being sorted out. Each were given a dorm. They were then told who their roomates would be. They were told that they had to always wear their uniforms. The snotty girls picked out a few girls today for recruitment purposes while the jocks tried to see if any new boys would be open to joining the Fielding sports teams - the athletic girls did this, as well. Entire groups of newbies were being assailed by recruiters. One of the newcomers was Elissa Barca, who turned out to the the headmaster's daughter - this Punic beauty was renowned for her fair looks and sharpened tongue but she had no clique nor club in which she was a part. Asherah Barca was not the only celebrity. There was Clarissa, the daughter of the Mayor of Quinnstown, in Thornfield, as well as Darla Knickerbocker - whose father was a Dutch Ganosian businessman. There was members of the various noble families - Morgendorffer and Barksdale and even Trelawney. Sarah Turell, whose father was a diplomat, was around as well, renowned for her raunchy, flirtatious attitude towards others. Princess Vivian, one of Quinn's younger sisters, even enrolled alongside her friends from the Royal Court. Finally, last but not least, were the non-human children but there was even Princess Irikah, the human/reptilian mixed blood. She was the daughter of a human woman and a reptilian man - a relative of Queen Quinn, no doubt, since the woman was one of Quinn's distant relatives, - and she usually hung out with Vivian as her best friend, known as ''those princesses'' to everybody else who knew them. All these girls were around the school; for the local boys, girls like these could be quite appealing. Even Irikah, the Fielding star swimmer, could have been to some guy - although, to be honest, people found her both exotic and scary at the same time. But this was what Fielding was. A mosaic of people and possibilities.
