Chapter 1: Enter Character: Daphné Möla
"Um hello sir I don't mean to be a bother but I was wondering if you were in need of a new adventurer?" I say putting on my fakest smile yet.
He looks me over in annoyance and says "Get lost kid". The large man then slams the door in my face. Dejected and frustrated I leave. Geez I've been walking around this damn city all day and have yet to join a familia! As soon as they'd look at me they laugh and turn me away! Stuck up jerks! I rant and rave for a few more minutes and stop.
I hear people crowding around the streets as adventurers of all shapes and sizes make their trek to the infamous Dungeon... Elves, dwarves, and humans of different levels covered in head to toe in magical items with their own air of self-importance walk inside. Some to never be seen again and others leave to hunt another day.
I sigh in admiration and jealousy when a particular boy caught my attention. White hair; red eyes passes by me only, to merge again with the rest of the crowd. I'm entranced by the mysterious and widely-known Dungeon. My stomach growls.
"I'm sooo hungry I feel like I'm gonna faint!" I cry out in pain. I look at the entrance of the Dungeon. One of the quickest ways of getting money would be to in but, I have no supporters nor do I have any magical items going in would be a death sentence! Too many people have gone in there and never came back. That alone scares me.
Shaking those morbid thoughts out of my head I turn and walk in the other direction. I wonder if I could get a job in working in one of these stores or something. I'm starving!
As I start to become doubtful in my lazy search I walk by a pub where two girls with animal ears are standing outside the door calling out to passerby's. 'Hostess of Fertility' eh? Laughing at the strange name I look in the front window and to my luck they had a help wanted sign seeking waitresses. I grumble in dismay of having to wear an apron when my hunger-stricken stomach growls like a wolf. Beggars can't be choosers can they? Fixing my hair and reusing my tired old smile I walk inside soon becoming one with the laughing voices and sounds of glasses clinking.
Immediately upon walking in my eyes searches the restaurant looking for a waitress that could help me. I then come across a green-haired elf taking more beer to a table.
"Uh hi my name is Daphnѐ Möla I saw the sign on the window that said help wanted is the owner here?"
"Miss Mia is in the back" Balancing several plates on her arms and hands she gestures to the kitchen. Getting a better look at me she gave me a quizzical look but shakes it off and walks past me.
I bet she was wondering why an "adventurer" like me was applying to be a run of the mill server. My attire only consists of green cotton dress with bronze armor covering my all of my arms and legs. I guess I don't look like I belong here but, I didn't exactly want to be here either but what can a lame level 1 like me do? I weave in and out of tables until I reach the back. Swallowing my tears of pride and shame I walk inside the swinging doors.
