University Backstory

In the shadowed heart of Columtreal, even the sunniest day can’t burn away secrets. Yesterday, whispers wound through the mossy arches of the old asylum-turned-academia, thick as the steam rising from Get Woke’s mugs. Over at the bistro, a heated debate simmered between a faculty member and a student, their words sharp enough to slice butter—some say it wasn’t just about grades, but an old vendetta. Meanwhile, an unusual cluster lingered outside Witch Way Alley, trading wary glances and cryptic tokens under flickering lights, fueling rumors of after-dark rituals. And behind closed dorm doors, alliances shifted, dreams entangled in ambition and temptation.

Yesterday

Beneath Columtreal’s brooding oaks, yesterday’s sunlight revealed more than scholarly ambition. Word drifts from the Rock Hard Boba Shop, where a clandestine meeting brewed between rival societies—murmurs suggest something was exchanged, though no one saw what. Down Greek Row, subtle glances and cryptic notes hinted at a forbidden tryst blossoming across house lines, drawing the attention of legacy overseers with their own secrets to protect. Meanwhile, the sweet haze at Grinder’s Dispensary seemed to embolden a few faculty members, whose laughter lingered far too long after closing. In Columtreal’s hallowed halls, whispered tales grow more tangled as night descends.

Two Days Ago

Rain hammered Columtreal’s haunted stones, washing secrets from the cracks beneath the ivy. Yesterday’s air was thick with more than humidity—the admissions office drew hushed talk when a certain applicant’s file disappeared, igniting suspicions of sabotage. Shadows lingered longer than usual near the Grinder’s Dispensary as rumors spread of clandestine exchanges—some say it wasn’t just herbs changing hands. And just past midnight, muffled voices drifted from the old bell tower; some claim it was only students, others whisper of something older awakening. At Columtreal, knowledge isn’t the only thing people hunger for. After all, in rain and ruin, every secret looks for shelter.

Three Days Ago

A School with Secrets, A Row with Rituals

Just outside the edge of Hathian, beyond the chaos and crime, stands Columtreal University. At first glance, it’s a classic Southern campus with brick buildings, lush lawns, and the constant hum of college life. But beneath the surface, it’s a hotbed of drama, ambition, and stories that go far beyond the classroom.

Students show up for lectures, but stay for the stories. Whether they’re cramming for a Sociology exam, working shifts at the campus café, or trading notes during a late-night study session, everyone’s chasing something. Faculty members range from strict scholars to dangerously charismatic mentors, each with their own reasons for sticking around. Some teach. Some meddle. All of them watch.

Greek life owns the Row. The fraternities and sororities shape the social order. Parties spill into the streets, rivalries flare, and loyalty is everything. If you want influence, you pledge. If you want protection, you earn it. Whispers still circle about strange rituals, half-forgotten traditions, and the occasional candlelit gathering that feels more like a ceremony than a celebration.

The sports scene brings the heat. Columtreal’s athletes play to win, both on the field and in the hallways. The cheer squad, football team, and other players stir up more than just school pride. Competition fuels conflict. Some fight for the team. Others fight for attention. Everyone wants to be remembered.

But there’s more to CU than meets the eye. Some say the campus holds a strange energy. There are stories of hidden tunnels, haunted classrooms, and a long history of people who vanish without explanation. Whether it’s just campus folklore or something deeper, the mystery only adds to the thrill.

Columtreal is the place where characters grow, clash, and connect. It’s fun, messy, and magnetic. For many, it’s the first chapter in a much bigger story. A gateway to Hathian. A proving ground for everything that comes after.

So why did your character enroll? And how long do you think they’ll last?

Welcome to CU. The drama starts now.