Post by Siren on Nov 29, 2022 6:22:04 GMT
The world isn't... normal. Not as normal as people like to think, at least. A lot of it is pretty normal, but underneath the surface, a hidden reality lurks, a reality that's existed since before the first humans walked the earth.
You probably already knew that, though, didn't you? You're not human. Not like the rest of them. You might've been, once, turned by a bite, or magic, or simply dying before your time - or maybe you never were. Maybe you were born like this. Something abnormal. Something that just... doesn't fit. Because the truth of the world is, monsters are real. They might've been driven into the shadows by the dawn of gunpowder, driven from known truths to old wives' tales and superstitions, but they're still there. Alongside humanity, monsters live, and as long as that truth never comes out, we can coexist in peace. It's easy to cover up the little mishaps. No witnesses. Big mishaps? Harder, but those are far more rare. Monsters are outnumbered ten-thousand to one, so most are content to keep the peace.
Children, though, are a different story. Children are irrational. Emotional. Many can't even control the powers they hold, yet, so the danger of letting many of them loose in society at large is far too great.
That is where Wimbleton's comes in.
A renovated castle in the countryside of Southern Wales, Wimbleton's is a very... special school. Its purpose is to contain the more troubled of the monstrous youth - those who, by either nature or personality, are too risky to keep anywhere near humankind. A coed boarding school - one of the first of its kind, I might add! - it provides housing, education, and socialization from the age of five to that of eighteen. Though breaks are allowed, semesters run year-round, a thankful service for the children who need a little extra help.
Oh? What's that? You've just been sent there? Wonderful news! Don't take it the hard way - it doesn't mean you're a delinquent. Children of our kind often struggle to fit in, and here, you'll find an environment that accepts you for who you are, surrounded by peers who understand your struggles. Our extracurriculars are unmatched, our teachers first-rate, and our rates of successful integration into society -
Well, not everyone can fit in. Some things can't be fixed. As long as you're here, though, you're safe from the world.
Do be careful - Wimbleton's is an old school, and many different powerful creatures have passed through its walls. It holds secrets, dangers, and mysteries. Follow the rules and you'll be fine, but don't be surprised if an unmarked hallway never seems to end, or a ravenous beast stalks you through the catacombs below. However monstrous you may be, you are not the scariest here. You'd be wise to remember that.
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Name: (Privy dost thou call? Names are important things - care for them well.)
Age: (Encompassing primary and secondary education, Wimbleton's ages range from five to eighteen. I hope to more mature faces here, of course, but the freedom is there.)
Race: (What manner of beast are you? The old tales are true, remember -)
Rules: (- and the old tales all have rules. Silver bullets, running rivers, full moons. Weaknesses and flaws, patterns and bindings. There's a reason those stories exist - they helped humans survive us before they came to dominate us.)
Arcana: (Oh? No personality? No, I think something a little more... occult will fit nicely, here. Two of the major arcana help us understand you - one upright, and one inverted. Don't worry if there's overlap, for the cards can mean many things.)
Appearance: (At last, we get to see your beautiful face! Don't fret - we won't judge. We're all monsters here, after all.)
You probably already knew that, though, didn't you? You're not human. Not like the rest of them. You might've been, once, turned by a bite, or magic, or simply dying before your time - or maybe you never were. Maybe you were born like this. Something abnormal. Something that just... doesn't fit. Because the truth of the world is, monsters are real. They might've been driven into the shadows by the dawn of gunpowder, driven from known truths to old wives' tales and superstitions, but they're still there. Alongside humanity, monsters live, and as long as that truth never comes out, we can coexist in peace. It's easy to cover up the little mishaps. No witnesses. Big mishaps? Harder, but those are far more rare. Monsters are outnumbered ten-thousand to one, so most are content to keep the peace.
Children, though, are a different story. Children are irrational. Emotional. Many can't even control the powers they hold, yet, so the danger of letting many of them loose in society at large is far too great.
That is where Wimbleton's comes in.
A renovated castle in the countryside of Southern Wales, Wimbleton's is a very... special school. Its purpose is to contain the more troubled of the monstrous youth - those who, by either nature or personality, are too risky to keep anywhere near humankind. A coed boarding school - one of the first of its kind, I might add! - it provides housing, education, and socialization from the age of five to that of eighteen. Though breaks are allowed, semesters run year-round, a thankful service for the children who need a little extra help.
Oh? What's that? You've just been sent there? Wonderful news! Don't take it the hard way - it doesn't mean you're a delinquent. Children of our kind often struggle to fit in, and here, you'll find an environment that accepts you for who you are, surrounded by peers who understand your struggles. Our extracurriculars are unmatched, our teachers first-rate, and our rates of successful integration into society -
Well, not everyone can fit in. Some things can't be fixed. As long as you're here, though, you're safe from the world.
Do be careful - Wimbleton's is an old school, and many different powerful creatures have passed through its walls. It holds secrets, dangers, and mysteries. Follow the rules and you'll be fine, but don't be surprised if an unmarked hallway never seems to end, or a ravenous beast stalks you through the catacombs below. However monstrous you may be, you are not the scariest here. You'd be wise to remember that.
--
Name: (Privy dost thou call? Names are important things - care for them well.)
Age: (Encompassing primary and secondary education, Wimbleton's ages range from five to eighteen. I hope to more mature faces here, of course, but the freedom is there.)
Race: (What manner of beast are you? The old tales are true, remember -)
Rules: (- and the old tales all have rules. Silver bullets, running rivers, full moons. Weaknesses and flaws, patterns and bindings. There's a reason those stories exist - they helped humans survive us before they came to dominate us.)
Arcana: (Oh? No personality? No, I think something a little more... occult will fit nicely, here. Two of the major arcana help us understand you - one upright, and one inverted. Don't worry if there's overlap, for the cards can mean many things.)
Appearance: (At last, we get to see your beautiful face! Don't fret - we won't judge. We're all monsters here, after all.)