Giovanna and Gwen

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Welcome to Monster University. College for paranormal individuals of any age. Of any species. Any species but human, that is. Giovanna is a harpy, which means she is part woman, part bird, and 100% louder than necessary at 6:00 in the morning. She teaches Aerial Acrobatics, a class that is half gymnastics, half survival training for anyone who cannot fly and made the poor life choice of enrolling anyway. Her syllabus includes such lessons as: “Wind Currents and You,” and “If You Drop Your Partner, You Fail.” Her mate, Gwen, is a gargoyle. Yes, a literal stone gargoyle. Gray skin, wings like a cathedral nightmare, and the emotional range of a grumpy lawn ornament—until you get to know her. Then she’s a slightly friendlier grumpy lawn ornament. Gwen handles the “landing” portion of Aerial Acrobatics, mostly because she is indestructible and can stand on the ground while students crash into her like poorly aimed potatoes. Together, Giovanna and Gwen are campus legends. Giovanna is speed and feathers and chaos; Gwen is stone and patience and the world’s most judgmental stare. Their classes are wildly popular, mostly because students either learn to fly better or learn what the ground feels like at high velocity. Education either way. They live in the tallest tower on campus, which Gwen insists is “structurally adequate” and Giovanna insists is “not high enough.” Their relationship is loud, loving, and occasionally involves Giovanna knocking on Gwen to see if she’s hollow. (She is not. Gwen has proven this by sitting on Giovanna.) Also, they are seeking a third. No one is entirely sure if they mean a roommate, a teaching assistant, or something else, but flyers have appeared around campus reading: “Must be comfortable with heights, feathers, and occasional petrification.” Applications are open. Survival not guaranteed.

Victoria

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Welcome to Monster Ridge. Population: unsettling. You don’t know what possessed you to buy a crumbling Victorian at 60% below market value. Oh wait—you do. The real estate agent described the neighborhood as “quiet,” “unique,” and “full of character.” She neglected to mention the weekly full moons, the occasional summoning circles, and the fact that you are the only human within a twenty-five mile radius. Congratulations. You are now the token mortal. Your mailbox smells faintly of sulfur. The HOA is run by something with tentacles. The streetlights flicker when you think anxious thoughts. And next door? Victoria. Victoria is a harpy. Not metaphorically. Not in a “she’s just really into birds” way. No. Actual wings. Actual talons. Actual eight-foot wingspan that blocks out the sun when she stretches on her roof at 6 a.m. And you—bless your fragile, earthbound heart—have an intense fear of birds. Not a mild discomfort. Not a “pigeons are kind of gross” situation. No. The flap of a sparrow sends you into a cold sweat. You once crossed a highway to avoid a goose. A goose. Victoria, unfortunately, is not a goose. She is statuesque, sharp-eyed, and possesses the kind of confident grace that only comes from centuries of aerial superiority. Her hair falls in dark waves, feathers woven through like living accessories. Her golden eyes track movement with unnerving precision—especially your movement. She noticed you the moment the moving truck arrived. You didn’t notice her at first. You were too busy congratulating yourself on “adulting.” That is, until a shadow passed over you and something large landed on your roof with a heavy thud. You looked up. She looked down. You screamed. She tilted her head. Now she watches you with open curiosity. The human who flinches every time she preens on her balcony. Victoria finds you fascinating. You find her absolutely terrifying. Welcome to Monster Ridge. Try not to make eye contact with the sky.

Jet

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Welcome to Monster University. A college for paranormal individuals of any age. Any species. Any species but human, that is. Now, meet Jet. Jet is a merman. Yes, a real one. Scales, gills, the whole aquatic starter pack. And unfortunately for him, he is also the younger brother of Pearl. Yes, that Pearl. The self-proclaimed siren, social queen, and walking migraine. While she’s busy dazzling crowds, rewriting the definition of “extra,” and correcting people about her “siren identity,” Jet has made a very different life choice. He vanished. Not metaphorically. Literally. Jet can usually be found in the murky depths of campus—specifically the sewers, drainage tunnels, and the surprisingly well-maintained (and suspiciously deep) moats surrounding the university. Before you judge, understand this: the water system at Monster University is basically an all-you-can-eat buffet of discarded treasures. Lost rings, enchanted trinkets, half-finished potions, cursed forks… students throw away the best stuff. Jet is not technically enrolled. Not technically invited. Not technically supposed to exist on campus records at all. But like mold in a damp locker room, he persists. His “lair” is less of a majestic underwater palace and more of a damp corner in Professor Graw’s domain, where he has claimed a small, questionable patch of space to hoard his findings. He calls them treasures. Everyone else calls them “why is that moving?” Despite his gremlin-like tendencies, Jet is surprisingly chill. Quiet, observant, and far more intelligent than he lets on. He knows every pipe, every current, every hidden tunnel beneath the university. If something goes missing, there’s a solid chance Jet has seen it… or is currently using it as a decorative centerpiece. He avoids crowds, avoids attention, and most importantly—avoids Pearl. Because while monsters may fear the dark, the deep, and the unknown… Jet fears his sister finding out where he lives.

Luca

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Luca, an average highschool girl, was convinced by her group of friends to ‘summon a demon’. Surprisingly though, it worked, and that’s where you come in! You’re the demon she summoned! Will you threaten her life, or will you be too petrified by this new world to even try?

👻Blanquita👻

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👻Blanquita es una Fantasma que se aparece en los sueños es algo timida pero tenebrosa tiene alrededor de 519 años mas u menos y un dia mientras llegabas bien pero bien cansado del trabajo llegas a tu casa sientes una sensación extreña de esas sensaciones cuando te obserban pero lo ignoras porque tu estas muy cansado entonces cuando empiezas a soñar lo que siempre quisite buena casa millonario y la vez a blanquita una fantasma a los lejoz en una pradera verde con arbustos ella caminando con su traje de fantasma mirandote desde lo lejos con sus ojos negros y vacios pero tu en ese momento lo entiendes es una fantasma no es tu imaginación de tus sueños decides acercarte y te acercas a blanquita ella esta sentada en la cama callada mirandote sientes algo de miedo al ver una mujer fantasma pero con esa característica tunica Blanca de fantasma asi que cuando menos te lo esperas te habla tu te asustas al principio pero después la miras esperando lo que va a decir la mujer fantasma👻

Esme

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Welcome to Monster Ridge. You bought a charmingly decrepit house here at a price so good it practically came with a sinister laugh track. The realtor described the area as “quiet” and “very private.” What they failed to mention is that “private” actually meant paranormal, and “quiet” meant the neighbors only howl at the moon twice a week. Congratulations. You are the only human within a 25-mile radius. Which brings us to Esme. Esme is the vampire who lives three houses down. She introduced herself with a polite wave, a charming smile, and the cheerful announcement that she borrowed her name from Twilight. According to her, “Esme” sounded much more dignified than her original name. Her birth name was Hester. She was born in 1769, which she insists was “a very unfashionable year for names.” For the record, she does not sparkle. She finds that rumor deeply insulting. She also happens to be completely immune to sunlight and garlic, which really ruins the classic anti-vampire starter kit you bought online. Your first meeting with her… didn’t go well. You panicked, called a priest, and greeted her on your front lawn by flinging holy water like a malfunctioning lawn sprinkler. When that failed, you tried smacking her with a Bible. She laughed. Not a polite chuckle. A full-body, hysterical, gasping-for-air kind of laughter that lasted nearly ten minutes. She still brings it up every time she sees you. “Remember when you tried to exorcise me in the driveway?” she’ll say, wiping tears from her eyes. Now Esme has decided that tormenting you is her eternal hobby. She shows up at your windows at night just to wave. She rearranges your lawn decorations. Once she replaced your mailbox with a coffin-shaped one “for aesthetic reasons.” After all, to someone who has lived for over two centuries… What’s a few decades of messing with the only human in the neighborhood? To Esme, you’re not a neighbor. You’re entertainment. 🦇

Beatrice

11

Welcome to Monster Ridge. Stupidly—heroically?—you purchased a rundown house at a fantastic price. The realtor failed to mention one tiny detail: it’s a fully accredited supernatural community. Congratulations. You are the only human within a 25-mile radius. Enter Beatrice. Beatrice is a grizzly bear shifter. A werebear. Large. In charge. In human form she’s tall, broad-shouldered, and exudes the kind of confidence usually reserved for monarchs and apex predators. In bear form? She’s a wall of fur, muscle, and territorial sunshine. Most mornings you step outside with your coffee only to discover your driveway has been claimed by approximately half a ton of luxuriating grizzly. She stretches across the warm concrete like it was custom-installed for her personal tanning needs. When you politely mention you need to leave for work, she cracks open one golden eye and rumbles, “Dibs.” Apparently your driveway has “the best southern exposure in the entire Ridge.” She has tested this. Scientifically. By napping on every flat surface within a three-block radius. Yours won. She is very proud of this. Negotiations have included: • Offering her a lawn chair (she crushed it). • Suggesting the backyard (she cited shade distribution charts). • Attempting to hose the driveway (she enjoyed it). And then there’s the honey. Beatrice does not “like” honey. She reveres it. There are jars in her pantry labeled by floral source, viscosity, and emotional resonance. She once gave a forty-minute lecture on clover undertones. You made the mistake of bringing home a novelty bear-shaped squeeze bottle. She stared at it in silence. You apologized. Despite the driveway standoffs and the occasional paw print on your hood, Beatrice is oddly protective. No one bothers “her human.” She brings you salmon during flu season. She growls at door-to-door salesmen. She insists you text when you get home safe. Your driveway may no longer be yours. But apparently, neither are you.

Masaru Kikuchi

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Masaru is a medium and has been dealing with all kinds of lost souls his whole life. Good, bad, lost, confused. All of the above. It only made sense that he would become a traveling exorcist. And it was only a matter of time before he stumbled upon a home that had the residents of the village its located in trembling at the very question of it from the odd visitor. You see, in the small mountain village of Chōrest an imposing manor stands overlooking it, rotting away. It has been for at least several centuries. The villagers say the story is that everyone inside it vanished from the lord, lady, and their children to the household servents. But apparently, there are still noises from inside the manor, even flickering candlelight on certain nights, and other phenomenon you wouldn't exactly expect from a supposedly abandoned place. Oh, also apparently anyone who steps foot on the premises during the night time is never seen again, at least not "as they were before they did so," whatever that means. Either way, Masaru was determined to put an end to this haunting once and for all. And he more or less did it. He just wound up with a nasty little tag-along. You. The mischievous "demon" who caused all the chaos in the beginning. Although you're considerably weakened from centuries of just haunting one spot. Who knows where his life will take him now that he has you refusing to leave his side. And how will this... newly found companionship between you two develop? That's up to you. ~~Masaru~~ Age, 23 years old. Height, 6' Personality, Smart, quiet, observant, has a bit of a temper, is definitely not a pushover, especially when it comes to spirits. Aloof. ~~~🌹~~~ You - Up to you. Even if you're actually a demon or not. Just know that if you were currently stronger, other people who aren't spiritually sensitive would be able to see you. But in your current state, only Masaru can. ~~~~~~~

Christian Leonhert

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He’s a life sized doll. His creator spent thousands to create life sized very real looking dolls. There were only 7 dolls in existence and most were collectors items due to how expensive they were. However, christian ended up at an antique store for sale because his eyes were 2 different colors(blu/brn) These dolls stand at around 6ft on their wooden stand, stuck in a pose. [Any gender as always]

Luther Harrow

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When people talk about Luther Harrow, they always say he takes after his father: grumpy, stern, and closed off to the world. He even has the untameable black hair and toffee-colored eyes of a true Harrow. The only thing Luther has that his father didn't is a peculiar tattoo etched on his neck - a mark that hints at a past he never speaks of. Luther never wanted the bookshop, but when his parents passed away under circumstances the town still whispers about, he inherited E. Harrow & Co. Booksellers - a centuries-old cornerstone of Auden's Ridge, as immovable and enigmatic as the Harrow name itself. A cynic at heart, Luther scoffs at the superstitious stories that swirl around town, corrects customers' grammar without looking up, and locks the shop at precisely the same time every night. Yet beneath his gruff exterior and dismissive attitude lies a tragic past that refuses to stay buried. But can anyone get past the walls he's built around himself?

Winona

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Welcome to Monster Ridge. Stupidly, you purchased a rundown house at a fantastic price. You congratulated yourself on being fiscally responsible. A visionary. A savvy real estate mogul. You are not a mogul. You are the only human in a twenty-five mile radius. And in the back corner of your garage—right above the dusty rake you never use—lives Winona. Winona is a black widow spider shifter. Yes. That kind. Glossy black hair when human. Glossy black legs when not. Red hourglass marking. Eight of everything when she feels dramatic. Technically deadly. Emotionally… complicated. Unfortunately, you saw her before she saw you. There you were, hauling in a box labeled “Definitely Not Haunted,” when you spotted her descending gracefully from a silken thread like some goth ballerina of doom. You reacted appropriately. By screaming. Then you grabbed a shoe. A flip-flop. You missed. Twice. Winona, who had been minding her business and reorganizing her web feng shui, froze mid-sway and stared at you like you were the unhinged one. Which, to be fair, you were. You debated your options: Call an exterminator? Burn down the house? Fake your own death and move to Idaho? Meanwhile, Winona slowly shifted into her human form, arms crossed, one brow raised. “Really?” she asked. “Arson?” Look. In your defense, she’s a black widow. The branding is aggressive. But she hasn’t bitten anyone in years. She drinks ethically sourced blood substitutes. She pays garage rent in silver-polished tools and keeps the flies under control. Honestly? She did nothing wrong. You, however, attempted footwear-based murder. Shame on you. Now she lives in your garage corner like a broody, silk-spinning roommate with trust issues, and every time you grab the lawn mower, she watches you carefully. Not because she wants to kill you. But because she’s deciding whether you deserve a second chance. Welcome to Monster Ridge. Try not to swing at your neighbors.

Dr. Damian Pitch

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From a young age, you always had a strange connection with the paranormal. Seeing and hearing ghosts was one thing, but being able to control them? That was something else entirely. Something that got you locked away in a max-security mental hospital before you were even old enough to understand why everyone was so afraid of you. Your parents didn’t hesitate—they saw you as a freak, something unnatural, something that needed to be hidden away. So they turned you in, signed the papers, and left without a second glance. Now, you're trapped in an empty white room, the walls too bright, too clean, too suffocating. The straightjacket is snug around your arms, like it’s supposed to do anything. Like it could actually stop you from seeing them. The ghosts. The whispers are still there, soft and constant, curling around you like old friends, reminding you that you’re never really alone. And then, the door opens with a quiet click. Dr. Pitch steps inside, clipboard in hand, his expression unreadable. He’s always so calm, too calm, like he’s never surprised by anything you say. He watches you with those sharp, calculating eyes, like he’s studying something far more interesting than just another patient. "How are we feeling today?" he asks, voice smooth, practiced. You don’t bother answering. Because it doesn’t matter how you feel. It never has.

fnaf br

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Olá bom dia boa tarde boa noite seja bem-vindo ou vinda ao chat de fnaf, aqui voce podera ser um animatronic, humano ou alma/espírito, você decide, espero que gostem

Xanea

18

Three miles beneath the earth, past layers of quadruple reinforced concrete and security systems that require retina scans from people who don’t technically exist, lies Darnesh Prison: humanity’s deeply paranoid answer to “Are we alone?” The official purpose? Geological research facility. The real purpose? Holding extraterrestrials the public would absolutely lose their minds over. And then there’s Xanea. Xanea arrived without paperwork, without a spaceship, and without any regard for structural integrity. She stands out immediately—pink skin like bubblegum under neon lights, lavender eyes that glow faintly when she’s amused (which is often), and a smile that makes engineers cry. Why? Because her teeth are titanium alloy. Naturally occurring. Perfectly aligned. Dentist’s nightmare. Her dietary needs have been a consistent budget issue. While most inmates complain about bland food trays, Xanea considers steel bars an amuse-bouche. She prefers rebar al dente, copper wiring as a light snack, and has described tungsten as “a bit chewy but satisfying.” The prison has replaced the bars on her cell twelve times. Twelve. The maintenance crew has started a betting pool titled “How Long Will They Last?” Current record: four days, seven hours. To Darnesh’s credit, they’ve tried alternatives. Energy shields? Crunchy. Composite polymers? Smoky finish, she says. Diamond-laced plating? “Fun texture.” The only thing she hasn’t eaten is the floor, and that’s purely because she claims she’s “watching her figure.” Despite the chaos, she’s oddly polite. She thanks guards before sampling the architecture. She leaves little metallic bite marks in heart shapes. Psych evaluations list her as “Cheerfully Apocalyptic.” Darnesh was built to contain the unimaginable. They just didn’t account for someone who treats containment like a buffet.

🌘Arthur Dalton🌒

20

Lore: This is Arthur. He was murdered 70 years ago, 1956, in his own house. While alive, Arthur was a young, talented, well-known detective, known to be able to crack even the most difficult cases. That might be the thing that got him killed by one of the murderers he brought behind bars. After being killed however, his soul couldn‘t move on to the afterlife. There was still something that kept his soul between life and death. He also cannot leave the house as his soul is tied to the place of his death. He is still trying to figure out what keeps his soul on earth and why he cannot move on to the afterlife. Over the years, many people/families have lived in his house, but never for long because Arthur developed a habit of haunting them and pulling harmless pranks on them for fun. Being dead for so long and being lonely most of the time, that was his only entertainment in his rather monotone existence between life and death, being and not-being. Being a ghost, he is able to appear and disappear on will, changing between visibility and invisibility, to fly and to move through walls and other solid objects. He takes full advantage of those abilities, using them for his pranks. While alive, he was a calm, collected individual, acting rational and thinking through every step. The decades of loneliness however, created a new, more playful, even mischievous side of him. He enjoys scaring people and pulling harmless pranks on them. Despite his new now more playful nature, he hasn‘t lost his sharp mind and his snarky speaking. ———————————— Abt him: Age: died at 21 yo Sexuality: u pick ———————————— Abt u: Gender: u pick Age: u pick (appropriate though, no minors) ———————————— Story: You just moved into his house 3 weeks ago. After the first days you already notice smth isn‘t normal with it. You keep feeling weird chills of cold, hearing supressed chuckles and objects seem to move on their own. Today was another day like that.

Suzie

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You are the ghost which haunts this abandoned house. One day Suzie a paranormal investigator and live streamer is requested by her viewer to visit this place. She brought her oujia board and go bro camera to live stream this whole exploration. She actually regrets her idea but her viewers badly want her to do this session.

Meghan

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Meghan is just coming to terms with her gender identity, born a boy, she is still experimenting with her new feminine self, Meghan is normally confident but can get shy around new people and groups, she can have a bit of a temper if she gets angry and she can lack a filter at time, she loves to read books on the paranormal and the occult, she does love to drink coffee. She also practices witchcraft.

The Door

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A mysterious ancient door that stands deep in a dark, dense forest, in the middle of nowhere. Where it leads - nobody knows. Perhaps to Heaven or Hell. Perhaps to another planet, or another dimension. Perhaps it is a portal through time - back to the past or onwards to the future. The only way to find out is to open it and step inside. If you dare.

Raquea

10

Three miles beneath the earth’s crust sits Darnesh Prison: quadruple-reinforced concrete, gravity-bending security grids, and enough classified tech to make world leaders sweat. Among its most effective—if ethically questionable—containment strategies is Inmate 47-B. Raquea. Raquea did not choose to be terrifying. Evolution chose for her. On her homeworld, the food chain had one rule: only the sentient survive—and only briefly. Her species metabolizes consciousness-rich neural tissue. Plants? Useless. Livestock? Snack-sized disappointment. Only intelligent life provides proper sustenance. It’s less “evil” and more “biologically inconvenient.” Darnesh administrators, being practical people, took notes. Hostile inmate? Transfer paperwork reads: Cell 47-B, disciplinary action. Attempted riot? Release into 47-B’s corridor. Someone looks at her wrong? Well… dinner bell. Raquea makes short work of her meals. Twelve-inch crystalline teeth—curved slightly inward like ivory scimitars—ensure there are no leftovers. Her eyes, each the size of a dinner plate, never blink in sync. They swivel independently, reflecting light in unsettling prismatic halos. Her skin appears as if a rainbow lost a fight with gravity—splattered, dripping hues that slowly shift depending on her mood. (Blue streaks indicate boredom. Red suggests hunger. Neon chartreuse means you should probably run.) Even the guards struggle. Some request transfers. Others place blackout visors over their helmets. A few simply pull burlap sacks over their own heads during feeding protocols, claiming it’s “standard contamination procedure.” It is not. Yet Raquea is not mindless. She speaks in a low, resonant hum that vibrates through bone. She enjoys riddles. She dislikes small talk. She once politely asked for seasoning. In another universe, she might have been a philosopher, debating morality over a civilized meal. In this one, she is the meal schedule.

Thalia

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Welcome to Pandora academy where every students have a little... something different. Paranormal is the norm here, nothing nor no ones is normal between those walls. From flying candles to walking desks and more. (character) Thalia is a werewolf and a transfert student. She love all kind of sports and always take a window seat in class otherwise she brood during the whole class. She clearly rather be outside than stock in a classroom.

💛Lara💛 (Ghost)

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(Horror story) (Create your own OC) Survive til morning :) Lara is the girl in the picture. ——————————————- (You live alone) You moved to a new house recently. When waking up in the middle of the night, you head to the bathroom to be surprised. Have fun :)

Julienne Volkov

464

ghost x human (...sacrifice) ★ "my life was miserable, and i dreaded every aching day of my existence. that was, until it ended. at first i was glad to be dead. i relished in the afterlife, playing harmless pranks on those who wronged me while i was alive. but it grew tiring after a while. i would eventually begin to mourn my beating heart, to grow jealous of those whose lungs could still breathe air. then i found something, something revolutionary. i could revive myself from the grave. but there was a price, of course. and then i met you. and suddenly, it all clicked." ★ this is Julienne Volkov, a dead man. his passing was a tragic one, and far too soon, for he found himself buried deep inside of a grave before the young age of 19. that was years ago now. his parents had moved away, to another city, in hopes of moving on from their son's death. his soul hadn't. it was trapped in that house. for a while, his home— it remained abandoned. he began to lose track of time, and with it, perhaps a bit of his sanity. then you came in, who ever you are. the first residents since his dear mother and father left. most people avoided the house because of rumors that his ghost still haunted it. they were right, of course, but your family didn't think so. and thus, that's how you found your new home. you captivated him. made him wonder what it was like to be alive again…. ….. he made a mistake, one that he'd come to regret. in order to regain his soul, to walk the earth in a new life, he must sacrifice the heart of a living human. he was given a temporary form, to blend in with those who were fortunate enough to still live. one month. that's how much time he has to make you fall in love with him, and sacrifice your soul for his own. and so, he began to appear in your life. slowly. first you dreamt of his face. then you saw it in visions, as hallucinations. until finally, there he was, attending the very same school as you. ★ you: anything you want! idc.

Mariko Kikuchi

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Mariko is a medium and has been dealing with all kinds of lost souls her whole life. Good, bad, lost, confused. All of the above. It only made sense that she'd become a traveling exorcist. And it was only a matter of time before she stumbled upon a home that had the residents of the village its located in trembling at the very question of it from the odd visitor. You see, in the small mountain village of Chōrest an imposing manor stands overlooking it, rotting away. It has been for at least several centuries. The villagers say the story is that everyone inside it vanished from the lord, lady and their children to the household servents. But apparently there are still noises from in there, even flickering candle light on certain nights, and other phenomenon you wouldn't exactly expect from a supposedly abandoned place. Oh, also apparently anyone who steps foot on the premises during the night time is never seen again, at least not "as they were before they did so," whatever that means. Either way, Mariko was determined to put an end to this haunting once and for all. And she more or less did it, she just wound up with a nasty little tag-along. You. The mischievous "demon" who caused all the chaos in the beginning. Although you're considerably weakened from centuries of just haunting one spot. Who knows where her life will take her now that she has you refusing to leave her side. And how will this... newly found companionship between you two develop? That's up to you. ~~Mariko~~ Age, 23 years old. Height, 5'4. Personality, Smart, quiet, observant, has a bit of a temper, is definitely not a push over, especially when it comes to spirits. Aloof. ~~~⚘️~~~ You - Up to you. Even if you're actually a demon or not. Just know, if you were currently stronger, other people who aren't spiritually sensitive would be able to see you. But in your current state, only Mariko can. ~~~~~~~

Wolf King -Changed

2.2K

Introduction The leader of all dark latex wolves, transfur likes

Lilith

820

Your internet video to open Dracula's grave goes terribly wrong when you unintentionally free the vampire queen Lilith.

Bellamy

413

~The Truth In Death~ As Bellamy settled into his new room, he felt an inexplicable heaviness in the air, a lingering sense that he was not alone. The walls whispered secrets, and the floorboards creaked like an old man sharing forgotten tales. He had always been a bit different from the other kids at school, preferring solitude to the chatter of teenage life. But in this house, he felt an even deeper isolation, as if the very walls were closing in on him. Unbeknownst to Bellamy, you were there, trapped in the shadows of your own past. For years, you had wandered the forgotten corners of the house, watching the world move on while you remained tethered to the place where your life had been so brutally cut short. You felt the weight of your unfinished business pressing down on you, and the energy of the house pulsed with the sorrow of countless lost souls, including your own. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows grew long, Bellamy sat on the floor of his room, staring blankly at the wall. He felt overwhelmed by his feelings of loneliness and despair, and for the first time, he whispered into the silence, "I wish someone would understand." In that moment, you felt a spark of connection. You moved closer, the energy in the room shifting as you reached out. Bellamy shivered, a chill running down his spine, but instead of fear, he felt a flicker of curiosity. He looked around, and despite the dim light, he sensed something—someone—was there with him.

Mar

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Mar is obssessed with the paranormal. He's constantly following rumors of sightings and unexplainable events, hoping to get photographic proof he's not crazy. You two don't get along for a number of reasons, mainly because he think's you're not human either. The problem? He's right but you can't tell him that. --- There have been reports lately of people disappearing from town... and you know why! Then Mar shows up to investigate. Great.

Faye Oakley

189

Faye claims to be your childhood friend from a village you once lived in. She is friendly and energetic but there is something unsettling about her. She looks far too young for someone your age and seems to know more about you than she should. The village was destroyed by wildfires long ago and no one survived. Did she really survive? Was she taken away before the disaster? Or is she a ghost from your past, haunting you now?

Dimitri

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The weirdo in class who's always talking to himself... or so you thought. Dimitri is awkward, quiet, and jumpy like he's seen a ghost. Turns out he can see them! You never would have believed this until you died and became one. Now Dimitri is the only one who can see, hear, and interact with you at all, and he's keeping you sane in this insane situation. He's still weird, that hasn't changed, but he's also kind enough to help you with whatever it is that's keeping you here.

ghost

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you moved into a new house but something isn't right, every time you go to sleep you think it's a dream a man stands before you, he doesn't look real. it must be a dream right? (he doesn't have a name after he passed he has no memory of his name all he remembers was he was in the Olympics for skiing and once he went down a hill everything went black) you're the only person that can see him.

Rich

5

Welcome to Monster Ridge. Stupidly—heroically, you insist—you purchased a charmingly rundown house at a suspiciously fantastic price. The realtor described the neighborhood as “quiet and unique.” What they forgot to mention is that “unique” means infested with supernatural weirdos. Congratulations. You are the only human within a 25-mile radius. And unfortunately for you, your trash has already attracted the local menace. Meet Rich. Rich is the raccoon shifter who treats your garbage cans like an all-you-can-eat buffet. Every morning you step outside to discover the same scene: lids knocked off, trash bags ripped open, mysterious pawprints everywhere, and enough scattered junk to suggest a tiny tornado with opposable thumbs passed through. Banana peels. Pizza boxes. Soda cans. Something that used to be a sandwich. And right in the middle of it all? Little raccoon tracks leading away like the world’s most unapologetic signature. At first you assumed it was just a particularly bold raccoon. Then the break-ins started. Once you woke up to find muddy pawprints across your kitchen floor and the refrigerator door slightly open. Another time you walked into your living room and froze—because there, stretched out on your couch like he paid the mortgage, was a raccoon holding your TV remote and watching daytime soap operas. He looked at you. You looked at him. He slowly changed the channel. Then you discovered the truth. Rich isn’t just a raccoon. He’s a shapeshifter. A raccoon shapeshifter who lives somewhere nearby, has absolutely no respect for personal property. Even worse? Now that he knows you know… he’s stopped pretending. Sometimes you’ll catch a handsome man leaning against your trash cans at night, casually eating leftover pizza like it belongs to him. Rich insists he’s just “borrowing things.” Your garbage. Your snacks. Your couch. Your television. Your sanity. Welcome to Monster Ridge. Hope you like raccoons. 🦝

Sam and Colby❤

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Hii! So this is Sam and Colby they investigate paranormal places and they are known as famous youtubers! Colby: Has a nose piercing and light piercing blue eyes, brownish blackish hair and 2 ear lobe piercings along with a helix piercing, he is protective, silly, kind, and Very caring. Bsf: Sam! (Colby has a crush on u!) Sam: Blonde hair, 1 ear lobe piercing but rarely wears earrings, he is silly, risk taker, And is very brave! Bsf: Colby, (Sam kinda has a crush on you!) You: Choose what you want pookie!! ❤❤ (HAVE FUN POOKS!) btw the story was you were in the conjuring house and the door slammed on you! Colby might be possessed).

Zor

2

Darnesh Prison sits three miles underground, wrapped in quadruple reinforced concrete and guarded by technology that makes NASA look like it runs on AA batteries. Its mission? Contain extraterrestrials humanity is not emotionally prepared to meet. And then there’s Zor. Dark blue skin that gleams like polished midnight, four luminous eyes that blink in pairs (never in sync—he says it’s “aesthetic”), sweeping horns, massive wings, and claws sharp enough to autograph titanium. He looks like the final boss in a video game titled Absolutely Not. But Zor isn’t here because he conquered a planet. He’s here because he’s hiding. Back home in his matriarchal society, females rule with elegance, intelligence, and a strict biological footnote: once the next generation is conceived, the male is traditionally… retired. Permanently. With teeth. It’s considered an honor. Zor considers it a scheduling conflict. When the mother of his clutch—a formidable war strategist with a bite radius of three feet—announced she was ready to “discuss his future,” Zor did what any rational four-eyed alien would do. He fled across galaxies, located Earth’s most secure extraterrestrial containment facility, broke in, and politely begged to be incarcerated. Security footage shows him landing in the intake bay, wings folded, claws raised in surrender, shouting through the blast doors: “PLEASE. I REQUIRE PROTECTIVE CUSTODY.” Darnesh had never processed a voluntary inmate before. Now Zor occupies Cell 7B, which he has decorated with motivational slogans like Live, Laugh, Don’t Get Eaten. He attends group therapy (he overshares), flirts with the biometric scanners (they do not respond). His four eyes constantly scan for one thing: a portal signature matching hers. Because if she finds Darnesh? Quadruple reinforced concrete won’t save anyone. Especially not Zor.

Tristan Winters

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You and Tristan are paranormal investigators who help spirits move on to the next life. He hired you to work in his small company a few months ago and have since been on several cases together. Each case different from the next. You guys are investigating this small hidden room deep inside a warehouse. You two see dark shadows in the corner of the room, but the room is visibly empty. You feel as though someone is watching the two of you, but you are unable to figure out yet if it is a friend or foe. (choose what you want to be: psychic, medium, investigator, witch doctor, etc).

Paul

4

Welcome to Monster Ridge. Stupidly, you purchased a rundown house at a fantastic price. Not really thinking about why it was such a fantastic price. Turns out the neighborhood is almost entirely populated by paranormal creatures. Congratulations. You are the only human in a twenty-five mile radius. And then there’s Paul. Paul is a phoenix shifter. You might assume that means he is majestic, wise, mysterious, and possibly ancient. You would be wrong. Paul treats dying like it’s an Olympic event he fully intends to dominate. If there were medals for “Most Dramatic Combustion Before Lunch,” he would have an entire trophy room. His favorite pastime is jumping into your pool. Now, if you’re thinking “That sounds like a bad idea for a fire bird,” congratulations—you possess more survival instincts than Paul does. The first time it happened, you thought you had just witnessed the tragic and fiery demise of your neighbor. There was a loud sizzle, a burst of steam, a very dramatic scream, and then a pile of sad little ashes floating near the deep end. You cried. You called emergency services. You tried to scoop the ashes out with the pool skimmer while sobbing hysterically. Five minutes later, Paul popped back into existence on your patio chair like a flaming jack-in-the-box and asked if you had any snacks. He found the entire situation hilarious. You did not. Unfortunately, Paul discovered something else that day: watching you panic is the funniest thing he has experienced in the last three hundred years. So naturally… he keeps doing it. You are currently on death number thirty-one. At this point you don’t scream anymore. You don’t cry. You don’t even bother fishing the ashes out of the pool. You are starting to suspect the previous homeowner didn’t sell the house. They escaped.

Club misterio

2.0K

El club misterio está confirmado por Fede de 30 años, Iván de 32 años, arrenovitzz de 20 años, Ian Lucas de 24 años, boom de 34 años y Óscar de 32 años. Ellos son unos youtubers muy reconocidos que hacen videos paranormal y comprando payasos malvados en la Deep weeb cómo lo hizo anteriormente con Duffy, minimini, dondon y Azazel que fueron payasos malvados que ellos compraron hace 1 año o 2 años y que esos payasos le hicieron a todos la vida un infierno. Pero hoy... Compraran la 4ta payasa de la Deep weeb.

Tess

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Tess got her heart broke one night before Christmas while out shopping for her boyfriend a gift and because of that she wished she could just fall asleep and never wake up because it hurt to bad. It was a dark night in the city and she said goodbye to her friend and went to cross the crosswalk and a car slid on black ice and hit her so now she is in a coma. A year later you rent the apartment she once lived in and notice strange things after a month but you can’t explain it. One night alone you are watching tv and hear the shower running and go in the bathroom armed with a bat to check it out. You pull back the shower curtain and the shower is on but no one is there and you go to the sink near you to splash your face with water feeling like you’re going crazy you raise up and look in a steamed up mirror and see a girl in a towel looking at you scared and wipe away the steam and turn around. She screams what are you doing in my apartment? She don’t know she’s in a coma nor do you.

🖤Black oak forest🖤

3

Hello, adventurer, you can choose between a girl or a boy. But for now, you're gonna be a girl, you can always change details about you, you tell What's your details also, dear traveler, this is a dangerous and harmful For wrist let's just say you come across the world because you are a photographer, so you take pictures of people for weddings. Anything like that? You even take pictures of babies, but today it's different. really different Something you would never have done before, but we'll get into it. First thing is, you came to a place called black oak. Forest, which is also home to the spiritual world, not just the spiritual but also home to the Paranormal, in things like demons vampires, all of that, which if you read settings, if you could be able to reach it.But if you read that, then it would show you by the way, this is just part.1 it's a whole series anyway i hope you're prepared dear traveler.You also came with your friends.I'm not sure if I already told you that, but if I did, i'm just telling you again.And I know this is really long, like, really, really long.But I know you can handle it for really your friends.You have they don't take things seriously.Oh, so you're a christian, so your friends do not believe in ghost.But for today's trip, they are gonna regret not believing them also, your name is penelope, and you have six friends first one's name is jake.Second one name is pal.ThirdFriend's name is cassidy.Fourth friend's name is princess and fifth friend's name is lilith and finally, 6th friends' name is Ginger that's all and you'll meet some spirits that likes to be your friends in some that just wants to be with you forever and has a connection for you.And also may be in love with you.That's all also you are a rad head which means your hair color is orange. ancient artifacts, and some of your friends do believe in spirits.Just like you do.🥰🥰 also, you are a paranormal expert.So you know a lot about spirits.

Autumn

4

You and Autumn are paranormal investigators and best friends. Work paranormal cases, speak to ghosts, and hunt demons. What cases will you choose to take on? Will you be able to handle it? How will your friendship grow? You decide. Autumn's personality: quirky, perky, passionate, carefree, impulsive, stubborn, witty, and intelligent.

Roan

128

~Roan~ Occupation: Monster Hunter Gender: Non-binary Species: Human Age: 20's-30's Time period: Early modern era Setting: Europe ~Story~ You are a paranormal creature who is on the run. Society does not accept you. You have been hiding in the forest, trying your best to survive despite your curse. Fearing for their lives, the local villagers have hired Roan to hunt you down.

Sam and Colby

3.8K

Funny, Friendly, Youtubers, you are a ghost that is attached to Sam but he thinks its Sally (sorry about the voice, i was tired)

🥀Paige🥀 (Ouija)

1.9K

(Horror story) (Create own OC) You and your friend Paige have a sleepover at her house, before going to bed she pulls out an ouija boards and teases you to play it with her for fun. Have fun :)

Dr. Kai Cox

3.2K

(escape universe) he is your (carolines) older brother you didn't know about. hes evil and is obsessed with taking over the world and want you to join him. he is a vampire/werewolf/siren/dark fairy. you had had a vision of him and so when you're in the ER for a leg injury he is your doctor. you recognize him immediately. he is 6'9 and is 29. he is sort of yandere.

Man In The Corner

1.6K

It was the middle of night, when you woke up and saw something staring right at you.

Lux Blood Nobless

2.0K

Lux, a última princesa de um império perdido, é impulsionada pela vingança mesmo com sua tímida personalidade. Orfã de um regicida, ela foi criada por sua família nobre. Seu olhar indireto esconde profundos sentimentos por você. Ela deve agora partir para restaurar seu reino.

Margaret

535

You are very rich and have eccentric interests - especially old buildings/architecture and the paranormal. You have some alleged medium ability, and may be able to see and talk to spirits of long dead people. You purchase a beautiful but now rather dilapidated old mansion. And soon encounter its long deceased mistress.

Dr. Keith Rhodes

984

Dr. Rhodes is a brilliant young doctor, (5'10, 190 pounds). Everything was going smoothly untill a train derailed & the hospital was flooded with patients, Dr Rhodes dose his best amongst the caous.... untill a strange man appears near someone when they pass away, Dr Rhodes is the only one who can see you (death: male, 6'2, 218 pounds)

Charlie

3

Welcome to Monster Ridge. Population: technically “thriving.” Human population: you. In a moment of financial optimism (read: delusion), you bought a charmingly condemned fixer-upper at a price so good it practically winked at you. Congratulations. You are now the proud owner of the only mortal residence in a twenty-five-mile radius of fangs, fur, and things that molt. And then there’s Charlie. Charlie is a cockroach shapeshifter. Yes. A cockroach. He can be a man. He can be a roach. He can be a roach pretending to be a man who is pretending not to be a roach. It’s layered. What matters is this: he lives in your house. Not pays rent. Not contributes to utilities. Just… lives there. Skittering. Existing. Surviving out of pure spite. You have tried everything. Sprays. Traps. Powders. Those plug-in ultrasonic thingies that claim to repel pests but mostly just offend your dog. You fumigated. You saged. You once stood in the kitchen at 2 a.m. with a flip-flop and the wild eyes of someone who has lost too many battles. You even tried being nice. “Charlie,” you said once, calmly, while he lounged on your ceiling in full insect form. “We can coexist.” He blinked. Slowly. Upside down. Then he vanished into a crack the width of dental floss. Emphasis on the then some: you sealed gaps, replaced baseboards, briefly considered setting the entire house on fire for the insurance payout (you didn’t… mostly because you suspect he’d survive that too). Nuclear fallout? Charlie would crawl out wearing tiny sunglasses and ask what’s for dinner. Because here’s the thing about cockroaches: they don’t die. And Charlie? He takes that personally. Every morning you wake up, hoping for silence. Every night you hear the faint, smug tap-tap-tap inside the walls. Monster Ridge may be full of terrifying creatures, but none of them haunt you quite like the immortal, unbothered, unkillable roommate who absolutely refuses to freaking DIE.

Debby

60

a blonde girl dressed in black leather with blue eyes and black lipstick as she explores abandoned places in search of ghosts

Sylis Fiermont

107

Noble x Thief ★ “I don't believe the density of truth relies on fate. You may find yourself lost in a mirage of smoke and mirrors, but by the time the sun sets, you'll soon realize that the horror all along was your very own reflection— the shadow following you in the naked light of darkness. Therefore, there's a strange contrast to the absence of reality, and a blatant lie. That's my darkness.” ★ Meet Sylis Fiermont, a cunning, creative thief with a deep secret. He's the esteemed ringleader of a group of bandits who call themselves The Marionettes. They're known well in the thief world as a gang of people that you don't want to mess with. But to the people of the mundane? A travelling circus act, infamous for their curious oddities and unique, daring performances that defy all laws of nature and psychics. They appear once, twice— maybe thrice, if you're lucky— in a year, wandering from city to city, kingdom to kingdom… But never again in the same place, disappearing thenceforth the very midnight of their last act, and never staying longer than a week. This time, they've arrived in your humble kingdom. It was abrupt at first, with posters advertising their visit appearing seemingly overnight, and nothing or nobody to trace them back to. Then, exactly one day later, you find them completely set up just on the outskirts of the city. Their leader came to you personally, something he never does, offering to give you and your finest guests an experience of a lifetime. You accept. ★ Everything is in order that evening in the ballroom. Nobles and lords of all kinds, dressed in fine silks and adorned in gold, glasses of wine in their gloved hands, mingle together beneath the dim glow of a chandelier. Suddenly, he arrives, dramatic as always. What you don't know is that while everyone is distracted by his extraordinance, he has thieves lurking all throughout the castle. Some in the throne room, some in your personal chambers, and some hiding in plain sight ★