OAKMONT UNIVERSITY

Crescat Scientia, Vita Excolatur – "Let Knowledge Grow, Let Life Be Enriched"
Oakmont University, founded in 1825, is a secluded academic estate hidden deep within the forests of Central Europe.
Renowned for its legacy of excellence and veiled tradition, Oakmont has become a global beacon for elite education with it’s allure drawing in heirs, prodigies, and the powerful from every corner of the world. The estate’s expanse covers nearly 2,000 acres of forested hills, it’s architecture remains frozen in time with ivy and rose-covered facades, stained glass windows and vaulted ceilings detailing intricate artworks of events older than most modern nations.
Oakmont is the kind of institution where it’s most memorable legacies have buildings named after them and its heirs arrive by private jet–however it’s doors are not entirely closed to the less fortunate– The Scholars Program, shrouded in fierce competition and strict guidelines, selects a handful of students to attend each year. They walk the same halls, attend the same lectures, yes– but they can never quite reach the same heights as those who breathe Oakmont.
Two words describe the curriculum at Oakmont: rigorous and relentless, that is; for students who actually care about their grades. Students are expected to master their disciplines, but also diplomacy, discretion and the unspoken expectation to honour legacies.
In the wings of Oakmont, essays are whispered about less than alliances. Success is measured in more than just achievement, but in how well someone climbs to the top.
And at the top, two thrones sit atop an unshakeable dais– one, choking in gold, the other, bleeding crimson.
Beneath Oakmont’s polished facade, the university is ruled by two societies:
The Sovereigns and The Revenants.
Two generations ago, a deep fracture was ripped straight through the middle of what was an unbreakable brotherhood– six men bound by blood, brilliance, and betrayal chose their sides, sparking a feud that would last decades.
The Sovereign embody lineage and law. As the sons and daughters of empires, they are born into legacy, power, and an inflated belief that the world exists for them. Sovereigns move through the school like royalty: untouchable, magnetic and always one step ahead.
What they can’t inherit, they take.
The Revenants don’t just take power– they survive it. Many are the descendants of figures who built the world with smoke in their lungs and blades in their backs. Revenants believe that loyalty is sacred, and vengeance is generational.
They don’t play the game, they burn the board.
The rivalry is a silent, choking thing. It’s the whispers in the halls, the looks shot over dining tables as hands clutch steak knives just a little bit tighter.
Lines are drawn behind smiles, and love becomes leverage.
Power is never given freely– only stolen.
At Oakmont, it’s not merit that you should seek.
It’s belonging to the right people.
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