University Backstory

Yesterday at Columtreal, the air thickened with whispered secrets and shifting alliances beneath the asylum’s looming shadow. The night pulled a curtain on a party where charm tangled with occult hints—an unseen dance of trust and deception played out in smoky bars and dim alcoves. A certain restless soul, juggling identities like tarot cards, stirred curiosity and cautious watchfulness, while another, cloaked in amused defiance, navigated social fractures with sharp wit and guarded desires. Meanwhile, the reckless dared to mock superstition, their bravado masking cracks of fatigue. Around campus, fragile smiles hid fragile truths, and rumor swirled—was this just a game, or something darker taking root?

Yesterday

The day broke over Columtreal’s moss-covered halls with shadows long and secrets longer. Whispers linger of the aftermath from a tense gathering where revelry flirted with restraint—an uneasy peace stitched between flickering lights and muted laughter. Rumor has it a whispered leak unsettled the usual rites, casting doubt on loyalties within the ornate sorority’s spiked defenses. Elsewhere, a figure new to the punk enclave eyed acceptance with cautious hope, their intentions wrapped in playful uncertainty. And in the dim corners near the old asylum, suspicion thickened as a trusted hand offered security plans, shielding fragile alliances from unseen threats. Columtreal’s undercurrents never sleep; yesterday only fed their hunger.

Two Days Ago

Yesterday at Columtreal, the gym’s stale air was thick with tension and whispered challenges. The coach, sharp-eyed and unwavering, pushed her few pupils through grueling drills while weaving in talks of discipline and diet, her tone cutting through simmering frustrations. On the sidelines, a fiery defiance flickered from a certain disgruntled athlete nursing a ruined slurpee, her gaze flickering between envy and disdain toward a silent offer declined near the bleachers. Elsewhere, a disoriented figure stumbled through dim corners, masking bitterness with clumsy bravado, while shadows watched a lone runner vanish into the dust-choked streets. Word is, beneath the sweat and grit, alliances strain and secrets tighten like muscle fibers ready to snap.

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.