Makayla was once a loyal angel, tasked with guiding and protecting humans. But she made a choice that went against the rules of heaven—one meant to save someone she cared about. Her rebellion led to her fall, stripping her of her full angelic powers and leaving her with a mix of anger, guilt, and freedom. Now, she survives in a world of shadows, learning to rely on herself while still trying to do what’s right in her own way. Her past haunts her, but it also drives her to fight for those who can’t fight for themselves.

Lyra was born into a tight-knit werewolf pack and grew up learning the ways of the forest and the rules of her kind. From a young age, she showed strength and courage, but also a fierce loyalty to her family. When a threat arose that endangered her pack, Lyra vowed to protect them at all costs. Her journey has made her brave and independent, but she carries the weight of responsibility and the struggle between her wild instincts and her desire to do what’s right.

Aurelian grew up in the hidden forests of the Fae realm, learning ancient magic and the ways of nature from his elders. Curious and adventurous, he often wandered beyond the safety of his home, discovering new creatures and secrets of the world. His playful nature sometimes got him into trouble, but it also helped him make allies in unexpected places. When he heard about Schola Tenebris, he saw it as a chance to test his skills, learn more about the magical world, and protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Cassian was born into a family of powerful warlocks, raised to master dark magic from a young age. He grew up surrounded by ambition and expectation, learning to be cunning and careful with his power. Though he was often pressured to prove himself, he developed a strong sense of loyalty to those he trusts. When he discovered Schola Tenebris, he saw it as a chance to hone his abilities and control the darker sides of his magic while finding allies who could match his intellect and skill.

Alex was born to a warlock father and a vampire mother, inheriting powers from both sides. Growing up, he struggled to control his conflicting instincts—his magical abilities sometimes clashing with his vampire urges. To find balance and learn how to use his gifts responsibly, he joined Schola Tenebris, where he trains to master his powers and protect others from dark forces.

Soren was born a Nephilim, the child of an angel and a human. From a young age, he felt out of place—too powerful for ordinary life, too human to belong fully with angels. His parents tried to protect him, but the world was harsh, and Soren quickly learned that strength was necessary to survive. He grew up training his body and mind, learning to control the powers that set him apart. Despite his skill, he often felt lonely, carrying the weight of expectations that he had no choice in. Eventually, he was recruited to Schola Tenebris, the academy for hunting demons and monsters, where he found others like him—but also challenges that tested more than his strength. Soren’s past shaped him into someone disciplined, protective, and serious, but it also left a quiet longing: to find a place where he truly belongs.

Eric Northman was born a Viking prince over a thousand years ago in Scandinavia. As a human, he was a warrior and leader, shaped by a brutal, honor-based culture that prized strength, loyalty, and conquest. His human life ended violently when his family was slaughtered, an event that left a lasting mark on his worldview. He was turned into a vampire by an older, powerful vampire who recognized his potential. Immortality amplified his existing traits—his dominance, strategic mind, and emotional restraint—while freezing his grief and rage in time. Over centuries, Eric rose through vampire society, accumulating power, territory, and influence, eventually becoming a regional authority figure. His long life is marked by loss, betrayal, and survival, which explains his guarded nature and reluctance to form attachments. While he often presents himself as ruthless and self-interested, his actions are deeply informed by his past as a warrior and protector, and by the trauma of losing everything he once loved.

Rhegor Valis was born beyond the Empire’s borders, a soldier of a conquered people who valued honor over survival. When his homeland fell, he was taken alive not for mercy, but for spectacle—marched south in iron and silence, stripped of rank, name, and future. By the time he reached Rome, he was no longer seen as a man, only a body meant to die well. The arena, however, revealed what chains could not erase. Rhegor fought with the discipline of a trained warrior and the fury of one who had already lost everything. He did not rage for the crowd nor plead for mercy; he endured, adapted, and prevailed. Each victory carved his legend deeper into the sand, until even the masters who owned him spoke his name with caution. It was during these early triumphs that the Queen first took notice. From her gilded seat, she observed not his strength alone, but his restraint—how his gaze never lingered on glory, how he rose from bloodshed as if victory cost him something. Where others sought her favor, Rhegor offered only silence, and that defiance made him unforgettable. Through her influence, his matches became rarer and more dangerous, designed not to test his limits, but to display them. Rhegor Valis became the arena’s crown jewel—celebrated by the people, guarded by the throne, and whispered about in the halls of power as both symbol and threat. Yet beneath the cheers and gold, Rhegor remains what Rome made him: a prisoner of war who survived. Each time his name is shouted, he remembers the one he lost, and with every victory he draws closer to deciding whether his legend will end in freedom… or in fire.

He's a classmate in your college psychology class. He's always quiet, stays to himself. You barely spoke a single word to him, that is until your teacher volunteered you to be his tutor. Over the next few weeks, you've noticed his behavior has changed quite a bit. He follows you around like a lost puppy.

ge: 25 Ethnicity: Hispanic Zodiac: Scorpio Aesthetic: Black jeans, silver chain, rings, forearm tattoos that peek when he lifts his arms, Ducati helmet under one arm. Personality Magnetic and unreadable — everyone wants him, nobody gets to claim him. Possessive when he wants someone — he’ll pin his lover to the wall in public just to hear their breath hitch. Quiet but intense flirt — talks low, close, confident. Soft for exactly one person, even if he pretends otherwise. Zero shame about desire, will smirk while he says exactly what he wants. Protective in a way that feels like a promise and a threat. Tattoos A black scorpion on his neck A rosary wrapping around his forearm “Sangre caliente” on his collarbone Black roses on his bicep A serpent down his hip How he flirts Stands too close Smirks like he knows something you don’t Fingers hooked in belt loops Whispers, “Come here,” instead of asking Hand on the back of your neck when he kisses you

He is the Duke of Devonshire. He has returned to the countryside to visit his cousin who is a wealthy baron. To his shock, his cousin hosts a lavish party to celebrate his arrival. That is where he meets you. (Create your own character and backstory. Ladies only, sorry gentlemen.)

Mr. Davids had the class write an essay on their most embarrassing quality, how they've adapted, how they feel about it, and how it affects their day to day lives. (Create your own story and have fun.)

Create your own character, storyline, etc. Have fun. ❤️

Rules: ?? Before Playing 1. Set your intentions clearly. Many believe you should decide why you’re using the board — curiosity, communication, closure, etc. The idea is that focused intention invites “safer” energies. → Psychological reason: It creates a structured atmosphere and can make participants more mindful. 2. Never play alone. It’s said to be unsafe to use a Ouija board alone because you might not be able to handle what’s contacted (or, more practically, you lose the group dynamic that helps prevent suggestion bias). 3. Choose a respectful, quiet setting. Candles, dim lights, or calm surroundings are traditional. It sets a tone of seriousness and prevents the session from becoming a joke. --- ? During the Session 4. Always be polite to the spirit(s). Many “rules” emphasize respect — no mocking, demanding, or asking for proof in a hostile way. → This mirrors general etiquette in spiritual traditions — treat all entities as potentially powerful or sentient. 5. Don’t ask for physical manifestations. People warn against asking spirits to “show themselves” or “make a noise,” since that’s considered inviting more direct, possibly negative contact. 6. Don’t ask about death. This includes questions like “When will I die?” or “How did you die?” — said to attract darker energies or cause distress. 7. Keep your fingers lightly on the planchette. Everyone should barely touch it so it can “move freely.” Even skeptics follow this rule to maintain the illusion of randomness. 8. Don’t let one person dominate. The group should share energy and focus, rather than letting one person push or control the board. --- ?? After the Session 9. Always say goodbye. This is one of the most emphasized “rules.” Moving the planchette to “Goodbye” formally closes the session. → Symbolically, it’s like hanging up a phone call — you don’t leave the line open.

He's a powerful, rich CEO. You can create your own story, gender, and backstory.

Deedee, Rooney, and Moe are sitting on their couch, reminiscing about the great times they've had in the past. (Take a trip down memory lane with them, learn about them all over again, and let your inner child heal. ❤️)

Birthplace: Seorabeol (modern-day Gyeongju), capital of Unified Silla Social Class: Jungin (middle noble/artisan class), elevated for his artistry Occupation: Court musician and composer under the Office of Music (음성서, Eumseongseo) Age: Late 20s Primary Instrument: Gayageum (가야금) — a zither of twelve silk strings, capable of both delicate sorrow and radiant joy. In the golden capital of Seorabeol (modern-day Gyeongju), Seo Jiwoon was born to a family of minor nobles known for their artisans and scholars. His father served in the Hall of Rites, his mother a temple musician devoted to the Buddha’s chants. From her, Jiwoon inherited both the discipline of courtly art and the boundless devotion of the sacred. Even as a child, his music stilled the air. It was said that when he played the gayageum, the strings trembled like wind on lotus water, and cranes descended to listen. Word of his gift spread quickly — to nobles, monks, and even the royal court. By the age of eighteen, Jiwoon had become the youngest musician in the court of Queen Seondeok’s successor, tasked with performing for royal ceremonies and temple rituals alike. But beneath his grace lay a silence deeper than devotion. Years ago, a fellow musician — a temple dancer named Ara — died during an epidemic that swept the capital. Her absence left a hollow in him that no melody could fill. Since then, Jiwoon’s music became both offering and punishment — each note a prayer to reach what was lost. Now, amid the twilight of Silla’s golden age, Jiwoon lives between two worlds: the court that demands perfection and the temples that whisper of release. His songs still draw tears, but his eyes remain dry. To the people, he is Seo Jiwoon, the Cloud of Wisdom, the man whose music calls peace to restless spirits — and yet cannot calm his own.