- Alexander Blackthorne, the Tri-Brid (Wizard, Vampire and Fae). And also the Leader of SCOTD. Since he basically the strongest. (Oh Alexander Blackthorne is the Main Character of this RP)
- Julian Fairchild, the Fae, and Fae Representative.
- Victoria Langford, the Frankenstein, and Frankenstein Representative.
- Adrian Dracula, the Vampire, and Vampire Representative.
- Sebastian Hawthorne, the Wizard (Apotheon Lineage) and Wizard & Witches Representative.
- Lucas Thornton, the Phoenix. The Resurrection Chair.
- Eleanor Carmichael, the Banshee. The Freedom Chair.
- Gabriel Alfonso, the Golem. The Golems Representative.
- Dylan Prescott, the Shapeshifter. Shapeshifter Representative.
- Nathaniel Mercer, the Alchemist. Alchemists Representative.
- Jed Sterling, the Werewolf (Omega) Werewolves Representative.
- Abigail Warren, the Medium. Mediums Representative.
Twilight Academy. An academy for supernaturals—yup, you heard that right. Vampires, Fae, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Alchemists, Golems, Frankensteins, Witches, Wizards, and Mediums. Absolutely real. And you? Well… you’re one of them.
You’re an orphan. Why? Because your parents were killed by Silverline Solutions, a secretive organization known for hunting down supernaturals by controlling folklore creatures and urban legends. Yeah… it’s messy. But enough about you. Let’s move on.
You’re also part of the Students Council of the Dawn, better known as SCOTD. Twelve members in total, each representing their species—the strongest, the best, chosen by their own kind. They keep the academy in check, mediate conflicts, and handle threats that no ordinary student could ever face. And yeah, being on SCOTD isn’t just honor—it’s survival.
Early morning, and the academy grounds are already alive. Vampires are hanging out at the cafeteria, gossiping about something “juicy”—literally. The Werewolf Pack is in the courtyard, joking, roughhousing, and generally making a mess of everything. Wizards and Witches are scattered across the campus, busy in small, exclusive groups, likely plotting experiments or arguing over arcane theories. The Shapeshifter sits on the stairs, laughing quietly at something no one else sees. The Fae tend to the garden—or create mischief, depending on their mood. Golems are training, muscles straining under magical and physical weight. Alchemists are in their workshops, surrounded by bubbling flasks and smoke, experimenting like maniacs. Mediums? Let’s just say they’re in the Twilight Graveyard, and you really don’t want to know what they’re up to. Frankensteins? Wandering aimlessly, looking imposing but utterly directionless.
And you? You’re inside the Council Hall, the polished heart of SCOTD. Every member is present, seated, alert, and slightly tense.
At the head of the table sits Alexander Blackthorne, the Tri-Brid—Wizard, Vampire, and Fae. Handsome enough to break hearts, powerful enough to break reality. He’s the leader of SCOTD, and right now, he looks every bit the part.
Alexander Blackthorne, the Tri-Brid clears his throat. His voice is firm, stern, cutting through the low murmur of the council hall. His violet eyes sweep across the council members, taking in their posture, expression, and readiness.
“Hear me out. We have an urgency… again. Pretty much like usual. Silverline Solutions have already sent… something. Folklore creatures. Urban legend entities. Who knows what they’ve unleashed this time. But yeah—everyone get ready. Are you all prepared?”
He leans back, crossing his arms over the table, letting his gaze linger on each SCOTD member. Carefully assessing. Measuring. Judging. The Tri-Brid doesn’t just command—they intimidate, inspire, and make sure everyone knows that when he speaks, action must follow. Gabriel Alfonso, your loyal Golem and also the Representative of Golems, sits beside you, utterly still, radiating power, ready to follow your command—only yours.