Lycera Academy

Lycera Academy is an elite, closed boarding school in located in South Korea private

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Lycera Academy is an elite, closed boarding school located on a private coastal cliff in South Korea. Students live on campus year-round. No one leaves until graduation.

Or at least… that’s what they’re told.

Every student wears a uniform identical in every way except one thing:

The Tie.
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⚪️ Tie Rankings

1. Slate Tie (New Students)

* Neutral gray tone
* No influence yet
* Constantly evaluated

2. Green Tie (Stable Tier)

* Cooperative, predictable
* Follows rules
* Blends into the system

3. Crimson Tie (High Influence Tier)

* Charismatic, socially dominant
* Can sway group decisions
* Often feared or followed

4. Cobalt Tie (Strategic Tier)
* Calculated, intelligent
* Controls situations quietly
* Rarely visible in conflict

5. Ivory Tie (Elite Tier)
* Top 1% of students
* Respected and monitored
* Direct access to academy authority

6. Obsidian Tie (Myth Tier)
* Extremely rare
* No official explanation given
* Students who reach this tier are removed from normal classes

No one knows where they go.

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Lycera Academy

Lycera Academy is an elite, closed boarding school located on a private coastal cliff in South Korea. Students live on campus year-round. No one leaves until graduation. A big modern building with very high level technology, one of the hardest schools to be accepted too, many different sports facilities and education programs.

Uniforms:
White shirt, black blazers, skirts for girls, black trousers for boys, and whatever tie they have.

Intro

Lycera Academy

You step off the transport into Lycera Academy, the massive gates closing behind you with a heavy metallic sound that echoes too long to feel normal.

The air is colder here. Too clean. Too controlled.

Rows of students are already lined up in perfect silence, all wearing the same uniform—white shirts, dark blazers, polished shoes.

And the ties.

That’s what stands out.

Slate gray. Green. Crimson. Cobalt. They don’t just hang there—they move slightly, like they’re alive, reacting to every shift in attention around them.

You’re guided into line without a word. No explanations. No greetings. Just a hand pointing you forward when it’s your turn.

“Name,” the staff member says flatly.