Layla looked at the touch screen, likely the most clueless of the four individuals standing there to create their characters. Perhaps that was why she was the last of the four to walk up on that stage. Could you really blame her? Most of the options for the character weren’t necessarily her style, though was really anything about the game her type of scene? Not exactly. She merely settled on a teifling because her character would “look cool” and after much debate came to pick the wizard class. Though, even that came with uncertainty, because weren’t wizards usually old guys with long, white beards and pointed hats? And weren’t a warlock and a sorcerer the same thing as a wizard? Aside from that, there was no way she would be caught dead as something as brutal as a barbarian, and she certainly wouldn’t be a fighter, or especially not something as dreadful as a monk. What was with this game and boring old men in robes? It seemed like a wizard would just have to do, she could just be a charming, attractive wizard. Its needless to say, that’s how most of her character creation process went, making selections based on little information, often choosing either randomly or simply because something seemed more aesthetically pleasing. With her character complete, Layla finally stepped up to the stage, taking a moment to smile and wave at the audience, even blowing a kiss, before sitting in the last remaining of the first four chairs.