phnx.
it's the things we love most that destroy us
you pick up a flyer. read it.
Welcome back to campus, Lions!
As the leaves start falling and the smell of pumpkin spice fills the campus coffee shops, we embrace the vibrant energy of the next fall term. We're thrilled to welcome both new and returning students to a semester filled with endless possibilities, learning, and growth.
This year promises to be extraordinary with a plethora of exciting developments. Our esteemed faculty has expanded, introducing fresh faces with innovative teaching approaches that are sure to invigorate your academic journey. We'd love to give an especially warm welcome to Professor Elijah Jones, a renowned anthropologist who's taken time off his studies to teach at this small college we call home.
In student life, the campus organizations are gearing up for an active year. From the student-led clubs to greek life and activist groups, there's a place for everyone to connect and explore their passions. And let's not forget our sports teams, who are already showing great promise in the preseason games.
Safety and well-being remain our top priorities. We've enhanced campus security measures and expanded mental health resources, ensuring a safe and supportive environment for all.
But the heart of Westridge College is its diverse and dynamic student body. Each one of you brings a unique perspective that enriches our community. Whether you're an aspiring artist, a tech wizard, or a budding historian, your journey here is not just about gaining knowledge, but also about discovering yourself and forging lifelong friendships.
As you embark on this new academic adventure, remember that the experiences you gain here will shape your future. So, dive into your studies, participate in campus life, and make the most of every opportunity that comes your way.
Here's to a fantastic semester ahead!
you crumple it in your fist.
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you weave down the dimly-lit sidewalks of your college campus, head tucked beneath a hood. you're determined not to create a public incident tonight. you will be as normal as any young adult perusing the town in the dead of night.
you hear a distant howl. you pick up your pace.
you run errands. it's the only time you can, really. no matter what lurks in the dark; you're not afraid of most things other people are.
it's almost dawn now. you have an appointment with your professor first thing in the morning- you can't be late.
you're five minutes late. you enter the lecture hall. you don't find the professor, but seven other students. you can tell within a single moment that they are somehow, impossibly like you.
you notice the journal first. it's an ornate, ancient-looking thing, splayed firmly across his desk. you notice the neat lettering, immaculate handwriting. it details things he couldn't have, shouldn't have known. about your kind. about theirs. but no- he's definitely human. how could he...?
then you notice why the professor hasn't greeted you yet. what the others are staring at.
the body of your professor.
dead.
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disclaimer: this is my second go at this premise! i've switched some things up, but i promise i'm not gaslighting you if you feel like you've seen this before :')
hello all, and welcome to this friendly-neighborhood interest check! i've been re-watching being human (us), and i've been craving a roleplay inspired by the whole 'opposite of glamorizing the supernatural' thing. though this roleplay isn't set in the exact same universe as the show, it's pretty directly inspired by it, but it isn't necessary at all to have watched to show to join the roleplay! all you'll need will be in the lore thread (which will be linked to soon!)
basic premise is, you have seven supernatural young adults of varying species (and one human, perhaps?) attending college, trying their best to be normal, until bam- the new professor ends up dead. on his desk, they find a journal full of information on different supernatural creatures that he couldn't have possibly known if he was a normal human. now, the students have to juggle college, masquerading as 'normal', and finding the origins of the journal, while being pursued by different supernatural factions and an unseen force working in the shadows. i really hope that sounds fun, lol
first, let's get some housekeeping rules out of the way: this is an lgbtq+ and poc friendly rp. no racism, homophobia, antisemitism, transphobia, anti-capybara propaganda, or any general bigotry. while this roleplay will delve into some dark themes, anything triggering ooc will need a trigger warning, just for the comfort of all members.
speaking of, let's get some general triggers out of the way for this roleplay: body horror, blood/gore, death, mild cannibalism (is it cannibalism if they're not human? idk), and definitely some more stuff i don't remember right now. just take this as a blanket warning that there will be lots of dark and disturbing themes, though the amount/how explicitly each player wants to write these is up to them. trigger warnings will still be used liberally.
this roleplay is not first-come, first-serve- each role will be application-based, and will be decided a week or two after i feel this has garnered enough interest. i am open to expanding the cast, however, if i feel like two characters in the same role are good fits for the roleplay!
discord will be required for this roleplay- i just much prefer communication on there, it's a lot easier! plus tuppers are fun, lol. once the roles are chosen, i'll send out the links!
thank you so much for reading all this and bearing with me! i'm so excited to roleplay with you guys!
oh, and don't forget to scroll down and check out the roles! :D
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roles:
the werewolf - is it a boon or a curse that you're only a monster one night of the month? that for the other 27 days, you're blissfully human? does that make you more human- or does it make the beast inside that much more horrifying once it finally breaks loose?
the vampire - immortality is a prize many seek out. but to you, the price is scarce worth it. the bureaucracy. the games. the hunger. what's the point of an eternal life, when that life is spent in hell?
the ghost - since your death six months prior, you've roamed the college's buildings, barely a whisper in people's minds. you're a shadow- unnoticeable, imperceptible. nobody to talk to, no shoulder to lean on, no closure.
the medium - their echos haunt you. their voices are constant. they beg for release, release they're certain only you can grant, but you can't answer all of their prayers. you help the ones you can, banish the ones you must, but the dead never rest.
the witch - the knowledge passed down to you feels older than time itself, more binding than anything else youโve known. you might be human, yes- but are you, really? not when you have so much power at your fingertips, waiting only for the right sacrifice to ignite.
the siren - your mind might not remember that you drowned, but your body does. it remembers every time it draws you back to the sea, to the same spot your life was stolen. it remembers every time you weave your unnatural songs, tapestries within music. it remembers every time you take a life to restore your own. oh, how far you've sunken.
the attuned - when did you first learn of your ability to control your unique force of nature? that your powers hang on to your every word like a drunken lover, that you keep running back to them like an addict to their fix. but like any toxic relationship, itโs always self-destructive- and will only end going up in flames.
the human - you never listened to the warning heeded by your parents, always brushed off their offerings of holy water and silver daggers even as you went off to college on your own. but now itโs seeming like those stories might not have just been stories- and that he things that go bump arenโt bound to the night.
the changeling - taken by phnx. trees and rivers, blood and darkness crowd your dreams. you're just a normal child, though- maybe peculiarly good at the art of the deal, with wit as sharp as a knife blade, but still perfectly normal. but perfectly normal children don't find their own skeletal remains in the forest, do they?
Welcome back to campus, Lions!
As the leaves start falling and the smell of pumpkin spice fills the campus coffee shops, we embrace the vibrant energy of the next fall term. We're thrilled to welcome both new and returning students to a semester filled with endless possibilities, learning, and growth.
This year promises to be extraordinary with a plethora of exciting developments. Our esteemed faculty has expanded, introducing fresh faces with innovative teaching approaches that are sure to invigorate your academic journey. We'd love to give an especially warm welcome to Professor Elijah Jones, a renowned anthropologist who's taken time off his studies to teach at this small college we call home.
In student life, the campus organizations are gearing up for an active year. From the student-led clubs to greek life and activist groups, there's a place for everyone to connect and explore their passions. And let's not forget our sports teams, who are already showing great promise in the preseason games.
Safety and well-being remain our top priorities. We've enhanced campus security measures and expanded mental health resources, ensuring a safe and supportive environment for all.
But the heart of Westridge College is its diverse and dynamic student body. Each one of you brings a unique perspective that enriches our community. Whether you're an aspiring artist, a tech wizard, or a budding historian, your journey here is not just about gaining knowledge, but also about discovering yourself and forging lifelong friendships.
As you embark on this new academic adventure, remember that the experiences you gain here will shape your future. So, dive into your studies, participate in campus life, and make the most of every opportunity that comes your way.
Here's to a fantastic semester ahead!
you crumple it in your fist.
โโโโโโโโโ
you weave down the dimly-lit sidewalks of your college campus, head tucked beneath a hood. you're determined not to create a public incident tonight. you will be as normal as any young adult perusing the town in the dead of night.
you hear a distant howl. you pick up your pace.
you run errands. it's the only time you can, really. no matter what lurks in the dark; you're not afraid of most things other people are.
it's almost dawn now. you have an appointment with your professor first thing in the morning- you can't be late.
you're five minutes late. you enter the lecture hall. you don't find the professor, but seven other students. you can tell within a single moment that they are somehow, impossibly like you.
you notice the journal first. it's an ornate, ancient-looking thing, splayed firmly across his desk. you notice the neat lettering, immaculate handwriting. it details things he couldn't have, shouldn't have known. about your kind. about theirs. but no- he's definitely human. how could he...?
then you notice why the professor hasn't greeted you yet. what the others are staring at.
the body of your professor.
dead.
โโโโโโโโโ
disclaimer: this is my second go at this premise! i've switched some things up, but i promise i'm not gaslighting you if you feel like you've seen this before :')
hello all, and welcome to this friendly-neighborhood interest check! i've been re-watching being human (us), and i've been craving a roleplay inspired by the whole 'opposite of glamorizing the supernatural' thing. though this roleplay isn't set in the exact same universe as the show, it's pretty directly inspired by it, but it isn't necessary at all to have watched to show to join the roleplay! all you'll need will be in the lore thread (which will be linked to soon!)
basic premise is, you have seven supernatural young adults of varying species (and one human, perhaps?) attending college, trying their best to be normal, until bam- the new professor ends up dead. on his desk, they find a journal full of information on different supernatural creatures that he couldn't have possibly known if he was a normal human. now, the students have to juggle college, masquerading as 'normal', and finding the origins of the journal, while being pursued by different supernatural factions and an unseen force working in the shadows. i really hope that sounds fun, lol
first, let's get some housekeeping rules out of the way: this is an lgbtq+ and poc friendly rp. no racism, homophobia, antisemitism, transphobia, anti-capybara propaganda, or any general bigotry. while this roleplay will delve into some dark themes, anything triggering ooc will need a trigger warning, just for the comfort of all members.
speaking of, let's get some general triggers out of the way for this roleplay: body horror, blood/gore, death, mild cannibalism (is it cannibalism if they're not human? idk), and definitely some more stuff i don't remember right now. just take this as a blanket warning that there will be lots of dark and disturbing themes, though the amount/how explicitly each player wants to write these is up to them. trigger warnings will still be used liberally.
this roleplay is not first-come, first-serve- each role will be application-based, and will be decided a week or two after i feel this has garnered enough interest. i am open to expanding the cast, however, if i feel like two characters in the same role are good fits for the roleplay!
discord will be required for this roleplay- i just much prefer communication on there, it's a lot easier! plus tuppers are fun, lol. once the roles are chosen, i'll send out the links!
thank you so much for reading all this and bearing with me! i'm so excited to roleplay with you guys!
oh, and don't forget to scroll down and check out the roles! :D
โโโโโโโโโ
roles:
the werewolf - is it a boon or a curse that you're only a monster one night of the month? that for the other 27 days, you're blissfully human? does that make you more human- or does it make the beast inside that much more horrifying once it finally breaks loose?
the vampire - immortality is a prize many seek out. but to you, the price is scarce worth it. the bureaucracy. the games. the hunger. what's the point of an eternal life, when that life is spent in hell?
the ghost - since your death six months prior, you've roamed the college's buildings, barely a whisper in people's minds. you're a shadow- unnoticeable, imperceptible. nobody to talk to, no shoulder to lean on, no closure.
the medium - their echos haunt you. their voices are constant. they beg for release, release they're certain only you can grant, but you can't answer all of their prayers. you help the ones you can, banish the ones you must, but the dead never rest.
the witch - the knowledge passed down to you feels older than time itself, more binding than anything else youโve known. you might be human, yes- but are you, really? not when you have so much power at your fingertips, waiting only for the right sacrifice to ignite.
the siren - your mind might not remember that you drowned, but your body does. it remembers every time it draws you back to the sea, to the same spot your life was stolen. it remembers every time you weave your unnatural songs, tapestries within music. it remembers every time you take a life to restore your own. oh, how far you've sunken.
the attuned - when did you first learn of your ability to control your unique force of nature? that your powers hang on to your every word like a drunken lover, that you keep running back to them like an addict to their fix. but like any toxic relationship, itโs always self-destructive- and will only end going up in flames.
the human - you never listened to the warning heeded by your parents, always brushed off their offerings of holy water and silver daggers even as you went off to college on your own. but now itโs seeming like those stories might not have just been stories- and that he things that go bump arenโt bound to the night.
the changeling - taken by phnx. trees and rivers, blood and darkness crowd your dreams. you're just a normal child, though- maybe peculiarly good at the art of the deal, with wit as sharp as a knife blade, but still perfectly normal. but perfectly normal children don't find their own skeletal remains in the forest, do they?
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