[ WP ] life is an rpg where everyone finds out their class at age 18. Business owners start as level 1 merchants , police and military as level 1 guards/fighters , ect . When you turn 18 , you discover you are the first level 1 wizard in over 1000 years .

I could n't sleep at all last night. My mom tried to cook me one of her famous cakes. She's a level 37 chef, with a baking specialty. Her cakes are world-renowned. My Dad passed away when I was 16, he was a level 35 cop, chasing down some level 40 thieves. They stabbed him. It took two level 50 officers, the highest level you can be, to stop them. 
 
 
 See, when you turn 18, you're taken to the testing center at the Job Placement Association. They control all aspect of civilization to keep everything in balance. They perform a series of physical and psychological exams to assess which role in society you would fit. There are the low level roles, like garbage men and restaurant servers. Then the basic roles, like teacher and chefs, and more glamorous roles, like actors and photographers. There are even the prestigious roles, like governor or even king of various territories. 
 
 
 You can always abstain from your assigned role, but you become a thief. You'll be cut off from all resources of the territory, forced to steal and kill to survive. The JPA will come after you. Every six months you avoid them, you level up. Anytime you score a steal or kill someone important, you level up. The level 50 thieves, the most evil in the world, run the organized underground. Everyone hears the rumors that they are trying to dismantle the JPA. But without the JPA, would there be any order? 
 
 
 After you are assigned a role by the Job Placement Association, you go where you are needed. Every territory has a need of so many roles. 
 
 
 Today is my 18th birthday. Most of my friends have already turned and received their various placements. When Derek, my former neighbor and best friend, became a level 1 police officer, I cried. It was only a few months after my Dad had been killed. I was afraid for him. He's been an officer for a year and a half now, already leveling up to 8. 
 
 
 My Mom pulled me in for a tight hug, `` Do n't worry, you'll do great.'' She says before I head in. The JPA Testing Center is very industrial. I see the line of other teens. I get in line and the guy in front of me says, `` Happy Birthday.'' I respond, `` Happy Birthday to you too.'' It's everyone's Birthday in line. 
 
 
 It feels like forever by the time I get to the front counter. 
 
 
 `` Name and ID.'' The woman behind the counter asks, not even bothering to look up. I can tell from her nameplate that she's a level 5 administrator named Bernadette, only a few years older than me. 
 
 
 `` Charlotte Keely.'' I slide her my ID Card. The one the JPA requires everyone to have on them at all time. 
 
 
 `` Keely? Any relation to Officer Keely?'' She asks, looking up for the first time. I nod. `` Your father? He was a good man.'' I shift my feet, not knowing how to respond. She looks at my ID Card and types away on her computer before handing me a stack of paper. `` Take this to testing room 14.'' 
 
 
 Testing room 14 is set up like any principal's office. The Testing Officer is already behind the desk, looking very bored. 
 
 
 `` I'm Jim and I'll be your testing officer today... Charlotte.'' He says, very monotone, as he looks at the paperwork I hand him. His name plate says he's a level 40 Testing Officer. 
 
 
 `` Charlie is fine.'' 
 
 
 `` First thing, we're going to take a blood sample.'' He tells me, as a level 10 nurse appears. I stick out my arm and let them draw as much as they need. 
 
 
 `` The blood is used to confirm the best role for you in society. And to track you in case you ever become a thief.'' Jim says. I nod, I know this already. 
 
 
 `` I'm now going to ask you some questions and complete some tasks. Some may seem silly, but please, answer as honestly as possible.'' I nod again. 
 
 
 We start with the basics, what were my parents roles, did I enjoy what they did, what my interests were, what I felt my strong points in school were. My file had my complete transcripts. Jim asked me to take a typing test to see what my WPM rate was. He asked me to draw a circle, then a bird on a giant white board. I think it was to test my artistic ability. Truthfully, I'm pretty good at drawing. I would n't mind starting as a level 1 artist and maybe having a specialty of some kind. He then asked me to bring the pencil over to his desk. I walked it over. I think he was judging my `` serving'' ability. 
 
 
 `` Well, Charlie, we're almost done. I have one last question. That bird you drew, please bring it to me.'' Jim asked. I thought it was odd. It was on a whiteboard. I was n't quite sure how to bring it to him. 
 
 
 `` Would you like me to bring the white board over here?'' I asked him, clearly confused. 
 
 
 `` Please perform the task to the best of your ability.'' Jim answered, still monotone. I closed my eyes and thought of how to accomplish this. I could recreate the bird on a movable piece of paper. I could take a picture of it somehow. I imagined the bird I drew on the whiteboard. It was a simple blue jay, as I only had a blue marker to use. Maybe I could work with birds, I wonder what role that would be? I thought of being surrounded by blue jays when I heard Jim gasp. I opened my eyes to see a room full of blue jays, flapping their wings, and tweeting away. My eyes went wide. 

