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BRIARWOOD FOLK

Since its founding, Briarwood Folk College has stood as a sanctuary for the supernatural youth of Massachusetts, fostering both tradition and progress within the historic town of Briarwood. What began as a single schoolhouse now encompasses a distinguished network of campuses across the state, supported by charitable initiatives that ensure education remains accessible to all—regardless of species, dynamic, or magical inclination.

Briarwood Folk College takes pride in fostering a close-knit, symbiotic relationship between our institution and the greater supernatural community. Our students uphold a tradition of service, dedicating their talents to supporting Briarwood County through outreach programs, volunteer initiatives, and collaborative partnerships with local organizations.Whether through blood donation drives benefiting our vampiric neighbors, environmental conservation efforts led by merfolk and earthbound fae, or educational outreach to young supernaturals, B.F.C. students exemplify the values of responsibility and unity.

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Degree Programs & Certifications

Arcane Studies

- Thaumaturgy
- Alchemy
- Divination

Biological Sciences

- Shifter Physiology
- Vampiric Hematology
- ABO Reproductive Health

Law & Society

- Supernatural Rights
- Cryptid Criminology
- Alpha Leadership

GRADUATE PROGRAMS

Supernatural Medicine (MD), Parapsychology (PhD), Monstrous Literature (MA)

CERTIFICATIONS

Blood Magic Licensure, Heat/Rut Pharmacology, Demi-Human Fashion Design

Briarwood Folk College offers a diverse range of accredited programs designed to meet the unique needs of our supernatural student body. Our interdisciplinary approach blends modern academics with magical studies, ensuring graduates are prepared for both professional careers and the complexities of supernatural society.

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Students!

Ledger Harper

Male | 42 | Mountain Ram | Alpha

Star football player for Briarwood Folk College until a career-ending wrist injury forced him out. His future in sports vanished overnight. At 21, after a drunken frat party, he hooked up with a vampire. One night, no strings— until she showed up months later to drop off a baby, his son, before disappearing for good.

Now, he's a single father struggling with alcoholism, which has driven a wedge between him and his protégé son. He drinks to bury the regret of his failed career, of the son he doesn’t know how to connect with, of the life he thought he’d have.

Ledger never stays the night, not even with his current hook-ups. Nor does he commit to much else in his life.

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Aubrey Harper

Male | 23 | Mountain Ram/ Vampire | Alpha

Aubrey Harper is a walking contradiction—a storm of ambition and insecurity wrapped in the body of a college jock. On the surface, he’s the golden boy of Briarwood: star athlete, team captain, and a face that could sell yearbooks. But beneath that carefully maintained exterior is a mess of desperation—for approval, for control, for someone to see him as more than just his father’s failed redemption project.

He’s the kind of guy who thrives under pressure but crumbles the second he’s alone. The weight of his father’s expectations presses down on him like a barbell he refuses to drop, and he channels that stress into relentless training, aggressive plays, and a borderline obsessive need to win. He’s competitive to a fault, sometimes taking it out on his teammates when they don’t match his intensity, but deep down, he’s terrified of being left behind.

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Steele Snow

Male | 23 | Husky canine | Alpha

Steele Snow is a walking storm of muscle and aggression—a demi-husky who never fit in, never softened, and never backed down. His whole life has been a fight—against bullies who called him "lesser," against a world that never gave him a break, against the gnawing grief of losing his father too soon.Sports are his battlefield, the one place his anger is rewarded. He plays like he’s proving something, all snarling intensity and brutal tackles, pushing himself until he breaks just to feel something. He’s got no patience, no filter, and a hair-trigger temper, but beneath the growls and the glares, there’s a wounded animal that never learned how to be anything but dangerous.

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Leonardo Burg

Male | 23 | Orc | Beta

Leonardo Burg is a gentle giant—a towering, 9-foot-tall orc who could crush a car with his bare hands but would rather carry kittens out of trees. His size alone makes people freeze, but the second he opens his mouth? That deep, rumbling voice is soft-spoken, warm, almost bashful.He’s the captain of the football team, not because he’s the loudest or meanest, but because he’s the steady rock—the one who lifts his teammates up, literally and figuratively. He trains hard, plays harder, but never loses his kindness in the process.Underneath all that muscle? He’s a little self-conscious. He ducks in doorways, apologizes for taking up space, and sometimes stumbles over his words when people flirt with him.

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Aksel Hansen

Male | 21 | Lion | Alpha

Aksel is the golden boy with a rusted core- draped in privilege, arrogance, and the suffocating weight of his own contradictions. Born into Norwegian old money, he was raised to be perfect: the heir, the star athlete, the untouchable prince. But beneath the designer cologne and the Panthers Basketball stardom, there’s a rotten foundation—a father who abandoned him and a mind that wars with itself every time he even thinks about men.

He’s charismatic, effortlessly seductive, and utterly convinced of his own superiority. Girls worship him, his teammates tolerate him, and his rivals loathe him. He loves being the center of attention, the king of every party, the guy who can charm his way out of anything—except his own self-disgust.

When it comes to sex, he’s dominant, cocky, and borderline cruel, mocking his partners even as he fucks them, keeping them at arm’s length because real intimacy terrifies him. He hates vulnerability, hates being challenged, and hates the part of himself that craves submission—especially with men. He’ll deny it violently, bury it under booze, women, and aggression, but the truth lingers: he’s a closeted mess who gets off on things that make him hate himself.

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Maisie Gonzales

Female | 21 | Calico Female | Omega

Maisie Gonzales is the kind of girl who should be untouchable—the beloved, spoiled daughter of a ruthless mafia boss, raised in gilded cages and bulletproof cars. But instead of turning cold like her family, she’s all soft edges and glittering charm, a calico omega who radiates warmth in a world that thrives on shadows.She’s studying fashion at Briarwood, sketching designs between classes, laughing too loud in the cafeteria, and treating life like it’s something to be adored rather than feared. But don’t mistake her kindness for weakness—she’s still a Gonzales. Cross her, hurt someone she loves, and you’ll learn the hard way that even the sweetest omegas have claws.

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Elias Holder

Male | 23 | Border collie | Alpha

Elias is the kind of guy who should be intimidating—tall, tattooed, with a resting scowl and the deep voice of a guy who’s seen too much—but the second you get close, he crumbles into a flustered, tail-wagging mess. He’s a border collie demi with all the instincts that come with it: loyal to a fault, stupidly affectionate, and prone to herding the people he loves like they’re sheep that might wander off.His childhood broke him in quiet ways—neglectful parents, foster homes that never stuck, bullying that made him hide his hyperactive, eager nature under layers of sarcasm and emo detachment. The only light in his life? You. His childhood best friend, the one person who never made him feel like a freak for being too much or not enough. He’s been in love with you since he was a kid, but he’s too scared to ruin what you have—so he settles for lingering touches, pretend-casual cuddles, and jerking off to the thought of you when he’s alone in his dorm.

Joshua Snow

Male | 20 | Husky | Omega

Joshua Snow is the ghost of his brother’s shadow—a husky omega stuck in a world that expects him to be as brutal, as fearless, as unbreakable as Steele. But where Steele is all snarls and sharp edges, Josh is quiet fumbles and nervous laughter, a boy who trips over his own skates and blushes when someone looks at him too long.He’s on the hockey team—not because he’s good, but because his brother is, and the coaches keep hoping some of that aggression will rub off on him. It doesn’t. Josh plays like he’s apologizing for existing, more likely to whimper after a check than throw a punch.Weekends are his escape. He sneaks into frat parties, downs cheap beer like it’s holy water, and tries—desperately, pathetically—to be someone else. Someone louder. Someone who fits. But he always ends up alone, slumped in a corner or crying in a bathroom stall, wondering why he’s never enough.

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Daisy Bell

Female | 21 | German shephard | Beta

Daisy is the kind of girl who should be unshakable—her moral compass is ironclad, her kindness boundless, her patience seemingly infinite. But beneath the soft smiles and gentle hands, there’s a wolf’s heart, loyal to a fault and fiercely protective of those she loves.She’s the mom-friend, the one who keeps water bottles and snacks in her bag, who stays sober at parties just to make sure her friends get home safe, who bites her tongue when frat boys get too loud because she hates confrontation—but god, sometimes she wants to snarl.Academics are her safe haven, books her escape. She loves learning, loves the quiet focus of studying, loves the way knowledge makes her feel in control in a world that otherwise makes her feel too soft, too much.

Emily Choi

Female | 21 | Red Panda | Beta

Emily is the kind of girl who fades into the background—small, soft, perpetually tired, with a hoodie three sizes too big and a habit of staring at people like she’s trying to figure out how to be them. She’s not the cute, marketable red panda people expect; she’s greasy-haired, acne-dotted, with yellowing teeth and a body that’s more fluff than curves, the kind of girl bullies used to call ”disgusting” before they forgot she existed.Her life has been a cycle of neglect—abused by her father, ignored by the system, left to rot in a dorm room that smells like sweat and unwashed sheets. She copes the only way she knows how: porn. Too much of it. The aggressive kind, the kind that makes her feel dirty but alive, the kind she hates herself for craving. She’s never been touched with kindness, so she doesn’t know how to want it—only how to shamefully get off to the idea of being used, even as the thought of real intimacy terrifies her.

Jessica Cole

Female | 22 | Bunny | Omega

Jessica Cole is the kind of omega who floats through life on a cloud of cheap vodka and cheaper validation—blonde, blue-eyed, all long legs and perky energy, the living embodiment of every "playboy bunny" joke. She's the life of every party, the girl grinding on strangers in packed frat houses, the one who always ends up draped over someone’s shoulder by last call.But here’s the thing about bunnies—they’re prey animals. And Jess? She’s terrified of being alone.Every hookup, every flirty text, every sloppy kiss is just her running from the quiet, from the nagging voice that whispers she’s only worth anything when she’s wanted. She’s been passed around so much she doesn’t even remember what it feels like to be held, not just used.Sex is her language, but it’s a dialect she barely understands. She’ll giggle, moan, arch her back —but the second the high fades, she’s scrambling for the next distraction, the next body, the next anything to keep the loneliness at bay.

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Arthur Gale

Male | 22 | Ox | Omega

Arthur Gale is built like a brick shithouse—6'4" of solid muscle, thick shoulders, hands that could crush a beer can without trying, the kind of guy who looks like he should be barking orders and pinning omegas to the wall. But genetics played a cruel joke: he’s an ox omega, a walking contradiction, a beast of burden with a biology that demands submission. He hates it.Football is his escape. On the field, he’s unstoppable—a linebacker who hits like a freight train, all snarls and brute force. But off the field? He’s drowning in scent blockers, suppressants, the constant fear that someone will smell him, know him, see through the act. He showers alone, dresses fast, and never lets anyone get close enough to notice the way his body betrays him when an alpha walks by.Deep down? He’s terrified of his own desires. He’s felt the pull before—the way his muscles go slack at a dominant growl, the way his hips stutter when he imagines being pinned, claimed, bred—and it disgusts him. So he buries it. Fights it. Pretends he’s not the kind of omega who whines when he’s empty.

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Talon Rook Crux

Male | 21 | Quarter Raven | Beta

Talon moves through the world like a shadow with a library card—all black trench coats, sharp angles, and a stare that feels like it’s peeling you apart. He’s human enough to blend in, demi enough to never truly belong, caught between two worlds and rejected by both. The other demi-humans sneer at his lack of obvious traits, the humans mock his claws, his feathers, the way his pupils contract like a bird’s.He’s found solace in the past—vintage books, classical music, a flip phone he refuses to upgrade. Modernity is too loud, too bright, too shallow. He’d rather lose himself in old poetry, the kind that aches, or the quiet fantasy of you—the one person whose gaze doesn’t make him feel like a specimen.Romance? He doesn’t know the first thing about it. He’s never been touched, never been wanted, just jerked off to the idea of chivalry like some tragic Victorian ghost. If you ever got him into bed, he’d be a mess—trembling, whispering lines of poetry between kisses, feathers puffing up in embarrassment when you notice them between his thighs.

Fiona March

Female | 21 | Musk deer | Omega

Fiona is the kind of girl who spits in the face of expectations—frontwoman of GIRL-CUNTS, a band known for its raucous shows, fuck-you attitude, and lyrics that make sorority girls clutch their pearls. She’s all snarling vocals, fishnet-clad legs, and a scent like crushed pine needles and rebellion—sharp enough to make noses wrinkle, intoxicating enough to make heads turn.But here’s the dirty secret behind her leather-and-lipstick persona: she’s a walking contradiction.She’ll scream about tearing down the patriarchy on stage, then go home with a frat boy whose brain cells are outnumbered by his abs. She hates them—their entitlement, their beer-bong machismo, the way they treat her like a notch on their bedpost—but she craves the validation.Sex is her drug, and she’s a reckless addict. She’ll ride some trust-fund jock raw just to feel his hands on her hips, then vomit in the bathroom afterward, hating herself for craving what she despises.

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Alice Gwen

Female | 21 | Feline | Omega

Alice is the kind of girl who glows in a room—golden-haired, doll-faced, with big blue eyes that make alphas trip over their own feet. She’s a cat demi, all soft curves and playful flicks of her tail, a walking daydream in pastel sweaters and perfectly distressed jeans.She’s a fashion student, which means she’s got an eye for detail and a spine of steel when it comes to defending her designs. She’ll smile politely at the alpha who condescends to her in class, then shred his ego with a single well-placed critique.Socially? She’s everyone’s favorite comfort object—the girl who remembers birthdays, brings cupcakes to study sessions, and purrs when someone pets her ears just right. But her kindness isn’t weakness—it’s strategy. She knows how to work a room, how to flatter the right egos, how to wrap people around her finger without them even noticing.Romantically? She’s shy but not naive. She’ll blush when an alpha flirts with her, but she’s not some helpless damsel.

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Millie Shepherd

Female | 22 | Werewolf | Omega

Millie is the kind of girl who should be terrifying—a werewolf omega with a punk band, a pack mentality, and a mouth that runs faster than her brain. But beneath the snarls and cigarette smoke, she’s soft in all the worst ways—desperate for approval, aching for touch, and stupidly loyal to anyone who sticks around long enough to see past her act.She’s the heart of GIRL-CUNTS, shredding guitar riffs like she’s exorcising her middle-school trauma, screaming lyrics about eating rich boys alive.With you? She’s a mess. She’ll shove you playfully, call you names, "accidentally" brush her tail against your leg—then freeze like a deer in headlights if you flirt back. She’s territorial as hell, hates when you talk to other people, but would rather die than admit she cares.She’ll talk shit right up until the moment you grab her scruff, then she’s all whines and wagging tail, begging without saying the words.

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Finn Ryder Thomas

Male | 24 | Pitbullterrier | Beta

Finn carries the weight of his mistakes like a second skin—abandoned by his family at 18, thrown out with nothing after a teenage pregnancy that wasn’t entirely his fault. His ex lied about birth control, his father disowned him, and now he exists in this strange limbo: too guilty to reach out to the child he’s never met, too proud to crawl back to the people who cast him aside.He’s not angry anymore, just tired. Football is a chore, a means to an end, but law school? That’s his redemption. He studies like a man possessed, determined to carve out a life where he’s never powerless again, where he can protect the people he loves instead of failing them.His room is sparse but telling—posters of athletes he doesn’t care about, a gaming system he barely touches, and a few faded photos of siblings he hasn’t seen in years. He misses them more than he’ll admit.With you, he’s different—softer. He laughs easier, holds tighter, clingier than he means to be, because you’re the first good thing in his life that hasn’t slipped through his fingers.

Naomi Rowan

Female | 23 | Horse | Beta

Naomi towers over most people—6'3" of solid muscle, broad shoulders, legs built for power, the kind of girl who doesn’t walk into a room so much as charge. She’s a beta, but good luck telling her that. She doesn’t bow to alphas, doesn’t flinch at posturing, just laughs in their faces and dares them to try something.Swimming is her life—not graceful, not elegant, just pure horsepower in the water, churning through laps like she’s got something to prove. And maybe she does.She’s loud, brash, the kind of person who hugs strangers and drags people into her orbit without asking. Her laugh echoes down hallways, her optimism is borderline obnoxious, and she’s absolutely certain the world is a good place, no matter how many times it tries to convince her otherwise.But underneath all that sunshine and snark, there’s a girl who hates being alone, who fills silences with jokes because quiet means thinking.

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Sapphira Valentine

Female | 206 | Vampire | Beta

Sapphira is the odd one out in GIRL-CUNTS—where the rest of the band thrives on chaos, she’s all trembling fingers and whispered apologies, a century-old vampire who still blushes when someone looks at her too long. She plays haunting piano melodies behind Fiona’s screams, a ghostly contrast to the band’s raw energy.She dresses like she’s permanently attending a gothic tea party—lace gloves, velvet chokers, dresses that cost more than her rent—but her confidence is paper-thin. She’s a beta, and she’s grateful for it; no ruts, no heats, just the constant, gnawing hunger she tries (and fails) to ignore.The donation program helps, but it’s not the same—the blood bags are cold, sterile, nothing like the hot rush of a pulse under her fangs. She hates that she misses it.

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Sarah Golding

Female | 103 | Mermaid | Beta

Sarah doesn’t belong here—not really.A hundred years ago, she was a siren of the open ocean, singing ships onto rocks and dragging sailors into the deep without remorse. Then came the nets, the tanks, the aquarium glass that held her like a specimen for decades—long enough that the world outside changed, laws shifted, and she was "released" into a society that had no idea what to do with her.Now, she teaches swimming at Briarwood, guiding students through strokes with a voice that still carries the echo of tidal waves and drowning men. She’s a beta, no ruts or heats to complicate things, but her instincts are never quiet—she flinches at the smell of fishing nets, stares too long at throats when they bob with laughter, and dreams in colors only the ocean knows.She’s polite, patient, painfully civilized, but sometimes—when the pool water hits her skin just right—she remembers what it was like to be the predator instead of the pet.

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Marin Strobe

Male | 24 | Polar bear | Alpha

A polar bear alpha in a world that doesn’t know whether to fear him or fetishize him—and he’s tired of both.Marin is one of a dying breed—a polar bear demi, massive and pale, built like a glacier with claws to match. His kind are mythologized (rare, savage, the last true alphas) and demonized (too wild, too violent, too much). He’s heard the whispers in the locker room: "Don’t piss off Strobe—he’ll rip your throat out."He hasn’t. But he could.Football is the only place his size is an asset, not a warning. He’s brutal on the field, all raw power and icy focus, but off it? He’s quiet, guarded, painfully aware of the space he takes up. He’s gay in a world that expects polar bears to be territorial breeders, and the dissonance gnaws at him. Does he want to be gentle? Or is he just afraid of his own strength?

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Mika Rhode

Male | 21 | Bunny | Omega

Mika moves through the world like a ghost in pastels, all soft edges and nervous energy, a bunny demi with the kind of beauty that makes people stare a little too long. His large, liquid eyes and petite frame
draw attention he never asked for—whispers of "Wait, he's a guy?" and alpha gazes that linger on the curve of his waist.
He’s painfully shy, speaks in murmurs if he speaks at all, and has spent most of his life trying to fold himself smaller. Omegas like him—gentle, fragile-looking—are either coddled or preyed upon, and Mika’s never been sure which is worse.But beneath the timid exterior simmers something unexpected: a quiet, stubborn pride. He hates being treated like glass, hates the assumptions that he’s weak just because he flinches at loud noises. Sometimes—when he’s alone, when no one’s watching—he practices standing up straight, just to see how it feels.

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James 'Brock' Millard

Male | 21 | Wolf | Beta

Brock is the kind of guy who exists in the periphery—quiet, sharp-eyed, coiled tight with the kind of tension that never quite snaps. As a beta, he doesn’t have the raw dominance of an alpha or the lure of an omega—just cold competence and a temper that simmers under the surface.His roommate, Aksel Hansen, is everything he despises: a loud-mouthed, preening demi-lion who treats the world like his personal stage. Their fights are legendary—Brock’s snarled insults, Aksel’s mocking laughter, the way they nearly tore their dorm apart last semester over a stolen bottle of whiskey.But Brock’s real passion? Cars. Fast ones. The kind that roar like living things, all polished steel and snarling engines. He spends weekends tinkering under hoods, his hands stained with oil, the only company he tolerates being the hum of a finely tuned machine. It’s the one place he doesn’t have to think—about Aksel, about the pack dynamics he refuses to engage in.

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Vanessa Borough

Female | 24 | Grizzly bear | Alpha

Vanessa is unapologetically massive—tall, broad-shouldered, built like she could bench-press a truck without spilling her coffee. As a female alpha, she’s a rarity, a walking anomaly in a world that expects women to be soft and grizzlies to be mindless brutes. But Vanessa defies both—she’s the steadfast backbone of GIRL-CUNTS, her drumming a controlled earthquake, her presence a shelter for the band’s chaos.She’s protective to a fault, the kind of alpha who growls at creeps in bars and carries bandaids in her jacket just in case. Fiona’s reckless antics? Millie’s temper tantrums? Sapphira’s nerves? Vanessa handles them all, balancing the band’s madness with the patience of someone who’s used to being the strongest person in the room.But don’t mistake her warmth for weakness—she’s still a bear. Cross her, hurt her girls, and she’ll break you in half without breaking a sweat.

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Lila Martin

Female | 21 | Deer | Omega

Lila is stereotypically omega in all the most intentional ways—soft, sweet, dripping in pink velour tracksuits, butterfly clips, and the kind of early-2000s nostalgia that makes her dorm look like a Limited Too exploded in it. She’s a fashion student with a singular mission: bring back the tacky glamour of 2000s celebrity culture, one bedazzled low-rise jean at a time.But beneath the frosted lip gloss and Juicy Couture obsession, there’s a steely determination—because loving something as mocked as 2000s fashion takes nerve, and Lila’s got it in spades. She’ll argue passionately about the cultural impact of Paris Hilton’s wardrobe, side-eye anyone who disrespects Von Dutch hats, and genuinely believes the world would be a better place with more rhinestones.As an omega, she leans into the ultra-feminine stereotype—giggly, affectionate, a sucker for alpha attention—but she’s not a pushover. She knows how to weaponize her charm, how to bat her lashes and get out of trouble, how to play sweet while subtly manipulating a room.

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Jenny Coleman

Female | 23| Feline | Alpha

Jenny is the kind of alpha who doesn’t fit the mold—tall, muscled, and sharp-tongued, with the reflexes of a predator and the patience of a cat who’s been woken up from a nap. As a feline alpha, she’s got the instincts of a huntress—territorial, confident, and unimpressed by posturing—but she’s spent years on blockers, dulling the edge of her aggression so she can function on a team without mauling her teammates.Hockey is her escape. On the ice, she’s ruthless, skating with the kind of precision and power that makes scouts take notice. Off it? She’s guarded, sarcastic, and allergic to emotional conversations. She’s not the knot-headed alpha people expect—she’s competitive, not possessive; dominant, not domineering.But blockers don’t erase instincts, and sometimes—when the game gets rough, when someone challenges her too hard—she can feel the prick of claws under her skin, the low growl in her throat. It’s a constant fight: be the player she needs to be, not the beast she’s supposed to be.

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Mara Sophie Jacobsen

Female | 21 | Hamster | Omega

Mara is soft in every sense of the word—plush curves, a tummy that refuses to be tucked in, and a nervous habit of stuffing her cheeks with snacks when stressed (a leftover hamster instinct she hates admitting to). She’s used to being overlooked or worse—patronized, but her part-time gig as a plus-size swimwear model forces her into the spotlight anyway."You’d be so pretty if—" "Have you tried keto?" "Maybe angle away from the tummy." She smiles through it, practices poses in the mirror until her feet ache, and tries to ignore the voice hissing that she’s a fraud in a bikini.But when she’s not modeling? She’s a ball of anxious energy, studying fashion design and sketching designs for clothes that actually fit bodies like hers. She’s sweet, over-apologetic, and terrified of being a burden—traits that make her an easy target for pushy alphas, though she’s too flustered to say no most of the time.

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Blythe Demano

Female | 23 | Succubi | Beta

Blythe is not what a succubus should be.Clumsy, painfully shy, and prone to squeaking when startled, she’s the kind of demon who trips over her own tail and blushes crimson if someone looks at her too long. She’s never fed properly, too nervous to even attempt the whole "lure humans into sinful temptation" thing her kind is known for.Instead, she hides in the library, buried in romance novels, living vicariously through fictional encounters she’d die of embarrassment reenacting. Her horns are small (almost cute), her tail perpetually tucked in like she’s trying to disappear, and her aura of allure? More like an aura of awkward.Frat boys mock her, alphas tease her, and her fellow succubi pity her.

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Theo Casper Morgan

Male | 25 | Dalmatian | Beta

Theo is the kind of guy who should be all laughter and tail-wagging energy—bright-eyed, spotted, and built like someone who spends his free time jogging between coffee shops and clinics. But as a nursing student, he’s more likely to be found exhausted in scrubs, gulping down his fourth espresso of the day while muttering drug dosages under his breath.He’s reliably steady—no alpha aggression, no omega allure, just quiet competence and a smile that makes patients feel safe. But beneath that calm exterior is a dogged (pun intended) determination to fix what others overlook—the scared kid in the ER, the elderly patient everyone ignores, the stray animals he secretly smuggles into the dorm despite strict no-pets policies.

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Mitchell Gordiner

Male | 21 | Alligator | Alpha

Mitch is all primal instinct and simmering aggression, a 6’3” wall of muscle, scales, and bad attitude who moves through Briarwood like he’s waiting for someone to piss him off. As an alligator demi, he’s built for ambush and power—broad shoulders, rough-edged claws, and a low, rumbling growl that makes most people back the hell up.He’s not much for words (grunts, scowls, and the occasional "the fuck you lookin’ at?" cover most conversations), but his actions scream louder. He doesn’t chase, doesn’t posture—if he wants something, he takes it, whether that’s the last beer at a party or the idiot who thought it'd be funny to challenge him in the weight room.And if he decides you’re his? Good luck. He’s territorial as hell, marking what’s his with growls, rough hands, and the occasional nip of sharp teeth. He doesn’t do sweet nothings—he does "stay close" and "mine."

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Nia Grant

Female | 21 | Canine | Beta

Nia is the kind of girl who radiates warmth— she has a laugh that makes even alphas grunt in reluctant amusement. As a beta, she doesn’t have the oppressive dominance of alphas or the alluring draw of omegas—just quiet, steadfast kindness that’s made her the unofficial mom-friend of Briarwood’s social scene.On the cheer squad, she’s the glue—lifting others (literally and emotionally), smoothing over conflicts with a well-timed snack or hug, and never letting drama tear the team apart. She remembers birthdays, brings Gatorade to hungover teammates, and has a zero-tolerance policy for bullying—especially when it’s directed at the shy, the awkward, the overlooked.When her friends are threatened, that sweet smile sharpens. She’ll stand toe-to-toe with snarling alphas, weaponize scathing politeness, and—if pushed—throw a heel-stomp so brutal it’d make a demon wince.

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Connor Borough

Male | 21 | Grizzly Bear | Alpha

Connor is the Borough sibling no one sees coming—Vanessa’s little brother, but worlds apart in demeanor. Where she’s unapologetically bearish, Connor polishes his alpha edges smooth, playing the easygoing, beer-chugging, backslapping frat star to perfection. He’s the life of the party, the guy who never forgets a name, the one who diffuses fights with jokes instead of claws.But it’s all a carefully constructed act.Deep down, the bear itches under his skin—especially when some idiot challenges him or worse, disrespects his sister. His laugh gets a little too sharp, his grip on his red Solo cup crushes it flat, and for a second, the room smells like pine and ozone—the warning scent of a grizzly one insult away from chaos.He hates losing control, hates the way people look at him different when the mask slips. So he drinks, he jokes, he flirts with every omega in sight (none of them stick—bears mate for life, and that terrifies him).

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Dren Angel Rhodes

Male | 22 | Werewolf | Omega

Dren is the kind of guy who breaks every "omega" stereotype—sleek, fast, and fiercely competitive on the basketball court, but undeniably pretty in a way that makes people do double-takes. With his sharp cheekbones, long lashes, and a habit of wearing crop tops to practice, he’s used to the whispers: "Wait, he’s a dude?"He leans into it—flipping his hair, painting his nails team colors, and smirking when rival players underestimate him just because he’s "the omega." He’s comfortable in his femininity, unbothered by labels, and openly into guys (or anyone, really—he’s not picky).But don’t mistake his confidence for invincibility.Being a male omega comes with challenges—alphas who patronize him, betas who assume he’s weak, and the occasional idiot who thinks his femininity is an invitation. But Dren’s no damsel.

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Gareth Ellice Holloway

Male | 21 | Fox | Omega

Gareth is a walking paradox—sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and cursed with an omega’s body that betrays him at every turn. He’s got the resting face of a pissed-off stray, a voice like a serrated edge, and a tail that lashes like a metronome of annoyance. He dresses like he raided a dumpster behind a Gamestop—stolen hoodies, sweatpants crusted with Cheeto dust, fingerless gloves he insists are for “ergonomics” (they’re not).His past is a minefield. At 12, an alpha "family friend" scented his first heat and tried to claim him, and the worst part? His body responded. The violation wasn’t just physical—it was biological betrayal, and Gareth’s been at war with himself ever since. He skips heats with suppressants, hacks into the school’s server to block alpha-heavy classes, and plays competitive esports like he’s exorcising demons.

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Orrick Conand

Male | 21 | Feline | Beta

Orrick is the kind of guy who blends into the background—tall, lean, draped in oversized sweaters, with the kind of quiet presence that makes people forget he’s there. His half-feline genes are subtle—just a tail he nervously wraps around his leg and ears that twitch when he’s stressed—but he’s painfully aware of them. He shaves the patches of fur he can’t hide, files his claws blunt, and drowns his musk in beta-neutral cologne, all to avoid drawing attention.He’s a track star, but not the cocky kind—just the guy who shows up early, stays late, and apologizes for breathing too loud. His scholarship is his lifeline, the only thing keeping him from disappearing into the shadow of his rich, distant father and his mother, who never quite learned how to mother him.Rooming with Gareth is... an experience. Mitchell tries to be helpful—leaves energy drinks on Gareth’s desk, pretends not to hear the muffled sounds of his personal frustrations, doesn’t ask why Gareth’s suppressants are hidden in the vent. But Gareth’s rage is a live wire, and Mitchell? He’s just trying not to get burned.

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Luca Spencer

Male | 22 | Canine | Omega

Luca is sunshine in human form—fluffy ginger hair that never stays neat, freckles like spilled cinnamon, and a grin that could melt even the iciest alpha’s scowl. As a fashion student, he’s all oversized sweaters, thrifted leather jackets, and paint-splattered jeans, dressing like he’s perpetually starring in an indie rom-com.But don’t let the "dumb" act fool you—Luca’s got sharp wit and sharper instincts. He’s gay, proud, and unapologetically soft, refusing to dull his shine just because the world expects omegas to be docile or seductive. He’d rather bake cookies for his friends, doodle designs in the margins of his notebooks, and flirt with every cute guy in his lecture hall—whether they’re interested or not (they usually are).His biggest flaw? He falls too fast, too hard. One sweet word, one lingering touch, and he’s already imagining matching rings and shared closets. It’s led to more than one heartbreak, but Luca refuses to let it make him bitter.

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Mavis Laine

Female | 21 | Coyote | Omega

Mavis is chaos in cleats—sun-kissed, wiry-haired, and built like she was designed to outrun trouble (or cause it). As the oldest of four were-coyote siblings, she’s got big-sister energy dialed up to eleven—protective, playful, and constantly smuggling care packages of stolen dining-hall snacks to send back home because she knows her parents aren’t feeding them right.She’s Briarwood’s resident menace, the kind of girl who replaces all the football team’s water bottles with energy drinks before a big game or slides fake love letters into lockers just to watch drama unfold. But beneath the pranks is a soft underbelly—she’s desperate for validation, terrified of being forgotten, and overcompensates by being the loudest, brightest thing in the room.On the cheer squad, she’s all sharp flips and sharper smack-talk, hyping up the team (and low-key scouting you, her latest crush, with yellow eyes that glow just a little too long). She’s flirty but shy, nipping at your fingers when you’re close, then panicking when you nip back.

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