Horror High: Home of the Monsters-Begins-LSUs welcome

[Drusilla]

You approach the old, seemingly decrepit building, and look about you. It's a dreary, cloudy first day of school. All sorts of young creatures, some humanoid, some anything but, some joyously returning, some nervously beginning a new chapter of their lives, flock towards the double doors. What awaits within? What awaits in the future? Only one way to find out… There's a new principal this year, and a hopeful community looking forward to sports. Like any other high school, there are the inevitable adolescent politics and desire to stand out from the crowd... Unlike other schools, no one's entirely human.



Yes, it’s vague, but it’s meant to be. All will be revealed at the appropriate time, don’t worry. Haffun with this and prepare to show your "ghoul" spirit!

LSUs are more than welcome, as usual.

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Name: Bloody Raven
Grade: senior
Appearance: I'm working on artwork for her... She's a zombie, and is, essentially, me. I don't think I have any of the original photos of me as Bloody Raven online anymore, though... :-/ Raven dressed up I'll bring the pictures in tomorrow and scan them. EDIT: one two
Sorry the quality isn't so great... they're old photos, and they were taken with a cheap disposable camera... but it gets the point across.
Personality: Open, friendly, fun-loving, and slightly strange, Raven isn't anything of what you'd expect by looking at her; she died at the age of 15 from a concussion and hemorrhage in the brain, and the nickname "Bloody" was aptly given. She loves to help others and be social, though sometimes she will go out of her mind a little bit; it's unpredictable how much or when these moods will strike.
Clubs/Sports: Center defense for the soccer team, prom committee
Relationships: volunteers?
Other: bleeeeeh *bleeds on topic*

I will also be "playing" the principal as a kind of NPC... if that makes any sense to anyone, lol. Much will be based on the CD "Prom Queen Massacre", which I highly recommend. I finally got a copy of it on Saturday; you've got to order it online, though. Guess that's one of the downsides of listening to underground music...




Bloody Raven
~*~Pretty in a Casket~*~

I pulled back into the parking spot that I had (luckily) found near the school. While I was technically an animated corpse, I was of the kind that had legal rights. So I could drive, vote, all that sort of thing. There were still people trying to have all undead considered legal citizens, but it wasn’t taking too well… Probably something to do with people not wanting to be run off the road by mindless zombies or jumped by a brain-munching ghoul at the voting booth. Or maybe they were just prejudiced. Maybe. Can’t imagine, though… So, specific zombies (such as Yours Truly) and vampires had legal rights. Then again, vamps have always been in their own category… Elitist bastards.

I retrieved my things from the back seat, locked the doors, and set off across the damp lawn towards those huge oak double doors. I loved those doors, they seemed (to me, at least) welcoming. Humans wouldn’t find them as such, they’d probably find them forbidding, but then, they’re only human. No one’s perfect, I guess.

Entering the building, I joined the masses moving through the hallways. Now, understand this: the hallways of Horror High are nothing like the hallways of human schools. For one, the student’s aren’t human (duh), but then you add in the extra appendages, fur, feathers, bodily fluids (not like that; blood, slime, saliva, stuff like that, weirdoes…), and everything else, things start to get pretty messy. Wouldn’t want to be on the custodial staff. It wasn’t intentional, it’s just the way things were. Adding in intentional chaos, though… that turns things just plain ugly.

I made my way to my new locker for the year and left my school things in it; pencils, pens, paper, tourniquets, the like. I locked the locker, making sure I had my schedule in my pocket, and went off to wander the halls until the bell rang. I saw a few familiar faces, especially team mates, and waved, but didn’t stop to talk to anyone. While people liked me enough, they found it awkward to speak with me much of the time… I was, after all, Bloody Raven, and I had a tendency to start bleeding at random. Made playing soccer interesting, I can tell you. Hard to keep traction on bloody grass. Good times, good times…

The bell rang, echoing strangely in the packed hallways (it always echoed, and I’d never quite figured out how or why), and I turned to my orientation room. Orientation isn’t really that much fun, especially for seniors who’ve been through it all several times before. Usually, you’d get a room with several seniors and a whole slew of freshies, and you’d end up with a room of several aggravated seniors and a mix of excited and terrified freshies. Depended on how annoying they were and who the seniors are, I suppose. Sophomores and juniors tended to just be there, feeling either superior because they were no longer freshman or because they were almost seniors. The whole thing was very strange… But I was going to have to go through it anyway.

I entered the room, freshman turning to see who had come. Several stared at me in shock; some monster families thought themselves too good to mix with “common zombies”, so chances were that they had never seen one before. I supposed that I was rather on the graphic side for a zombie, with all the blood and everything, so that in itself might be surprising. I didn’t really know or care, I just lived with it.

There was no one else in the room, other than myself and the kids. The teacher must have stepped out, because there should have been someone in here watching them… I shrugged to myself and took a seat to wait and see who would come to share in my torture.

Two people walked in shortly after me; they slightly resembled each other, so I figured them to be siblings. I didn’t recognize them, and I knew just about everyone in the school. They had to be new… I made a mental note to help them if they seemed lost. Regina, the young werewolf (or lukoi, as she insisted), followed them a few moments later. She was a junior, and a troublemaker, too… Michael Rhinelander came next, the track star, and I smiled at him. Finally, a face that I knew. I didn’t know him very well, but we’d crossed paths a couple times. Avarin Vernison wandered in as well, and Regina made a face at him, then laughed. She often teased him about “not being cool enough to be a real lukoi”, and he always laughed about it… but I wondered sometimes what he really thought. Regina didn’t always know when to quit.

The teacher, a youngish sidhe, rushed in, finally, apologizing. The freshman seemed to hang on her every word, but the rest of us didn’t really pay much mind. Teachers were constantly late, getting caught in conversations with each other or losing track of time or some other such diversion. It was an old song to us.

There was a tapping sound that, as usual, echoed. The room fell silent, as apparently did every other classroom in the hallway. “May I have your attention, please, students? Welcome to Horror High; I am your principal, Mr. Thirteen. Uh, let’s being with a few simple rules here at Horror High. Rule number one: no bleeding in the hallways, this will not be allowed at any time. Number two: no chewing flesh in the classroom, this will simply not be tolerated. Number three: please, no sharing brains in the cafeteria; keep your fangs to yourself, boys and girls. Now, we plan to have a great year here at Horror High; we encourage you all to show your ghoul spirit, and go get ‘em, team.”

“So that’s the new principal, eh?” I laughed and turned to the others. “OK, kiddos, you got questions?” They stared at me. One young one (I couldn’t tell what she was) raised a tentative hand. “Aren’t you a- a…”

I laughed. “A zombie? Yeah, that would be me, but I’m not what you’re thinking. You’re thinking of disease-created zombies, or maybe voodoo risen, but I was raised by necromancy. It’s different… you’ll probably learn about it next year. I’m Bloody Raven, and you’ll probably see me around. If you need help with anything, don’t be afraid to ask.”


Name: Regina
Grade: Junior
Appearance: Regina tends to wear simple blouses and tattered jeans, things that can be replaced easily, seeing as how she's a lycanthrope; lukoi (or werewolf), to be exact. Many say that her power levels are great, and that she will probably move up in the hierarchy very quickly, once she learns to control her shifting. She has a wolf-woman form, and a pure wolf form, which is rare in someone so young. In her pure wolf form, she stands about five and a half feet tall at the shoulder; her half form is a little under seven feet tall, while her human form is about five-foot-nine.
Personality: She's mischievous, playful, and not always the most responsible person, she likes to have a good time more than anything else. She has a very quick mind and sharp tongue, the combination of which has landed her in the principal's office many times. Outrageous, shocking, and opinionated, she can go too far and get someone pissed, though it's really not her intention. She just likes the attention and loves to make others laugh.
Clubs/Sports: Track, though nearly every year there's a petition to have her kicked off the team because she has "an unfair endurance advantage"
Relationships: oooooopeeeen
Other: noooooo

Post for Regina later.

[*Duke*]

Name: Micheal Rhinelander

Grade: Senior

Appearance: Micheal is 6’2” with silver hair down to his neck he has a pale complexion he has a rather warm glow about him. He has black eyes and gives off the appearance of bird waiting for the strike. This is because he is the descendent of a simurgh. Sprouting from his back are two wings which have a metallic grey appearance and a long peacock colored tail. He has an athletic build. He can transform into his simurgh form when in danger or is angered.

Personality: Micheal tries to be a good and decent guy though with his bird like appearance he seems serious and focused all the time making him rather a loner. He’s very competitive and aggressive when on the course. When off the course he loves to help others and becomes more easy going and lets other things slide. Micheal likes to act like an adult figure to those younger then him and take them “under his wing” so to speak in order to help them adjust. He acts much older for his age and tries to stay a gentleman though when people really get to know him he becomes kind of lecherous.

Clubs/Sports: Cross Country and Track Team

Relationships: [Open] Micheal broke up a year ago with his previous girlfriend.

Other:

Orientation, a rather tedious task I had to deal with for the fourth time now. Hearing about the same hopes and aspirations to be needed to have a great school year kept repeating in my head from the last time I heard them. Everything seemed to be the same as it was when I had walked out from those doors a few months ago.

Well the janitor did seem to find the time to clean up the large amount of blood that had been spilled from prom night. Oh sweet, sweet, prom night when the love of his life had dumped him and a few choice vampires thought it’d be cool to get drunk by feeding on some of the drunken locals from the neighboring high school.

On his way to the back row I had passed Bloody Raven whom I had met several months back at a prom committee meeting. I was there to present a couple of ideas for prom and saw her as one of the chairmen of the committee. As she smiled at me I returned with a warm smile back. Passing by several students I knew several though some looked to be new. Regina was there she was the talk of the track field, in a league of her own, beating even my best score in the two mile. Though I felt bad that every year it seemed they wanted to petition her off the field, she may have had an advantage over all the others but that just made me want to try and surpass her.

As I sat down I noticed Avarin walk in, a fellow track runner as well I knew from the mile. Giving him a slap of the hand as he sat down next to me, I could still hear Regina let out a little giggle from when he had first walked in.
“Does she ever let up?” I said.
“What can I say; I’m not a real lukoi, though I know the truth.”
“Alright man, so…how’s the football team look this year?”
“We’re strong, though I still don’t know why you don’t join.”
“I got cross country, and it keeps me fast for this coming track season.”
“Still trying to compete with Regina aren’t you?”
“Always,” I retorted back as the teacher walked in to deliver the same scripted lines as last year.

Eventually over the PA the principal went over the same rules as last year, and Raven went over to the group of freshman and answered the obvious question any of them would ask.

“A zombie? Yeah, that would be me, but I’m not what you’re thinking. You’re thinking of disease-created zombies, or maybe voodoo risen, but I was raised by necromancy. It’s different… you’ll probably learn about it next year. I’m Bloody Raven, and you’ll probably see me around. If you need help with anything, don’t be afraid to ask.”

It was always great to hear other students willing to help others. One freshman seemed to be rather sheepish from the rest, which kind of reminded me of my first year. When I had been a freshman fitting in was rather hard being the only one of my kind and not knowing the lay out, I got kinda lost. In fact times seemed almost awkward on the course during cross country my first year when I tried on my uniform and the shorts barely fit over my tail. It was awkward trying to run with my shorts threatening to come off with every race. Until I met a senior willing to show me the ropes, so now it was my hope to try and help anyone lost such as I was.

“Hey, my name is Micheal; I’m a senior, so if you need help ask me.”
“Hey, I’m Samuel, I’m a freshman and I was trying to find this classroom so I came early and…well I came early and…”
“Calm down Samuel, I’ll take you to the room and if you get lost again, met me at my locker, its right outside this room.
“Thanks,” said Samuel as the two of us headed off to his next class and then my own.

[Samchu]

I'll work on getting an image for Gareth later.

Name: Gareth
Grade: senior
Appearance: http://www.advancedanime.com/pictures/etccouple1.jpg (guy with red shirt but with the other guy’s pants, lol), like that except that he has raven black hair and a larger upper body. He also wears a pair of dark shades most of them time and wears a silver chain around his neck. He can also summon black wings: http://point.worldtel.net.pk/wallpap...0WALLPAPER.jpg at will. He is part dragon but the forming of wings is the only ability he has attained from it – aside from being able to fly of course.
Personality: Gareth’s quite the opposite of his sister. He’s very playful and fun-loving, honest, loyal, mostly open and, a virgin. He lacks to play pranks now and again because he often finds his interest drops off every few weeks and he needs the adrenaline rush to keep him going. This ‘hobby’ has given him a deep interest in anything related to chemistry. Gareth also has a secret of which he has confided only to his sister about.
Clubs/Sports: quarterback for the football team
Relationships: Eida’s twin
Other: burnt down the last school in prank that went wrong and so he and his sister have found a new school

Name: Eida (pronounced: ee-duh)
Grade: senior
Appearance: http://briefcase.pathfinder.gr/downl...rl+02+copy.jpg, just like that except her hair is also raven black. She is part vampire and thus has very pale skin but she can withstand sunlight and her thirst for blood is no higher than that of the average human.
Personality: Her looks have earned her more than a fair share of attention from males and she’s more than happy to revel in the attention. Sexually orientated, she had a reputation of working her way through the male students – not that anyone seemed to object to it. She likes to be challenged – in a ‘getting men into bed’ sense and will always set her sights on the hardest to obtain male. Aside from this, she’s very withdrawn and never seems to honestly confess anything about herself. Her brother is the person who knows her the deepest.
Clubs/Sports: none yet
Relationships: Gareth’s twin
Other: transferred from old school – all Gareth’s fault

Gareth
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I pulled the car up fairly close to school. Eida didn't want too many people seeing us pulling up together in case guys got the wrong idea about her. I sighed quietly. Sometimes I would wonder at just what point my sister decided to become a whore. I mean, I'm her twin, shouldn't I be able to tell when this kind of stuff is gonna come out? You'd think I would but I never know what she's going to do next. As always my sister remained a complete mystery to me. One great big hormone driven mystery.

We both climbed out, grabbing our stuff. I slid my glasses down my nose, inspecting the academic prison before us. "So this is mom's idea of a good school..."

"What do you expect?" I never figured out how she managed to adopt such an icy composure, or how she managed to shift it so suddenly to make things work in her favour. It was unnerving. "After what you did, this is one of the only schools that would let us in."

I just grunted. I had no reason to explain myself any more than I'd had to over the past few months.

"You finally gonna get laid this year?"

I laughed, shifting my glasses back up my nose. "Maybe. Unlike you, I'm don't spend my afternoons planning my next fuck."

She shook her head, taking off towards the school. "You're such a fucking purist."

I took off quickly to catch her, then slowed my pace to match her own. We were hardly new to the high school scene but we didn't have any idea what it would be like inside. We had to squeaze our way through the corridors, past crowds of feathres, scales, and odd limbs. Needless to say, Eida wasn't best pleased by all the non-sexual activity she was being forced to endure. It was a comment I made sure to pass on to her at one of the most crowded sections I could find. Fortunately she couldn't reach me.

A bell rang, signalling the start of our orientation. I sighed. The joys of the first school day. Woohoo...We followed what I think was a zombie into the crowded room and that's where we split. I think Eida went to 'scope out' potential fucks for later in the semester. I just wanted to figure out when I could get out of here and get to work on a new prank. I needed something big...something to kick-start the year with a bang...preferably without blowing up the school this time.

My thoughts were interrupted by a message from our principal: “May I have your attention, please, students? Welcome to Horror High; I am your principal, Mr. Thirteen. Uh, let’s being with a few simple rules here at Horror High. Rule number one: no bleeding in the hallways, this will not be allowed at any time. Number two: no chewing flesh in the classroom, this will simply not be tolerated. Number three: please, no sharing brains in the cafeteria; keep your fangs to yourself, boys and girls. Now, we plan to have a great year here at Horror High; we encourage you all to show your ghoul spirit, and go get ‘em, team.”

I rolled my eyes. The zombie girl I'd seen earlier introduced herself as "Bloody Raven". I wasn't really paying much attention. My priority right then was to try and figure out how to make the day go a little faster and I was already starting to have a few ideas.

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I'll do a seperate post for Eida later

[Bulbasaur4]

Name: Avarin Vernison
Grade: Junior
Appearance: Avarin is a wolven "Nuance Demonica", which is loosely translated as a Shadow Demon, rooted from a wolf. His abilities are werewolf-like, in the fact that when angered his full shadow demonic form surfaces... which is werewolf-like. So, most who see this believe he is a werewolf... but they are unfortunately mistaken for silver and such do not work on him. He has two other forms... one of them is easy for him to transform into- for it is a basic black dog that looks to be an older puppy or a young dog. His other form is his 'rage' form... which is like that of a werewolf. [I will add a picture later, or just describe it when he actually does his rage form…]
Personality: Avarin is a typical good guy with a slight playful side. He tends to be a bit competitive at sports, but his playful additude usually keeps him in check so not to be too aggressive. He can be quite the charmer and likes to be on the 'good' side of everyone. Unfortunately, he does have a tendency to suppress his rage (for very good reasons). However, if his rage some how escapes... or some one pushes him over the edge... he sorta loses control.
Clubs/Sports: He's in Track and Football (American), although he has a few voice lessons so he can be in 'choir' although he doesn't have much time for the main group sessions.
Relationships: He knows people from Track and Football. (So he knows Gareth… he’s a full back.) (I'm going to say he transfered from Italy about a year ago... so he's been to this school for only a year thus far.)
Other: Naaadaaa...




Avarin Vernison
.: Male | Wolven Shadow Demon :.



Avarin gave a slight yawn as he walked up to the high school that he had become accustomed to. He was yawning due to a late night out with the football team (they had decided a pre-school bash would be in order) and Avarin had stayed up far too late. Still, he knew that he would stay up easily… not getting much sleep was his specialty. If he had actually gone to bed when a normal human would… that would be something abnormal.
Some things about the school would never change… like the massive wooden doors that seemed to ominously greet a creature when they walked through the doors. Of course, this was a great… warning sign to many non-creatures to not come to Horror High. Well, and the name itself.
Entering the busy hallways… Avarin noticed and said hello to quite a few fellow students. While Avarin certainly looked like a human… and while he did have broad, muscular shoulders and piercing wolven eyes… he didn’t look all that monsterous. In fact, compared to the main student body… he looked probably the most humanoid. However, although he had transferred from Italy last year… he gained a lot of respect. At first he had been picked on- mostly because many believed he almost was a pure human. Of course, Avarin proved otherwise in two ways. Firstly, he proved it when some one provoked him enough that he went into a rage… and with his rage, he showed his true form- his Nuance Demonica form. A form he rarely used… unless extremely angered or provoked. Choosing to forget that however, Avarin liked the other way he proved himself- on the field. While Avarin looked like a regular muscular human, he was far from ‘regular’. He was extremely strong and with that strength came sprinting speed. He proved this during football… able to bash through lines and carry himself for many yards… and he proved to be an asset. He wasn’t that bad as a receiver either… when they desperately needed a play to get done.
Now Avarin walked through school with respect… not to mention that he was a little bit changed. This summer there had been a family reunion… and a huge hord of demonics was something to behold. Nearly every family member had some sort of heirloom to give to Avarin… and he picked a choice few of the most respected family member’s gifts to wear. Some perhaps would think it was odd- like jewelry… except the jewelry was ominous and seemed to strike a bewitching and slightly fearsome chord with other students.

“Hey Avaarin…” Avarin’s thoughts were jarred as he glanced over to see Regene. Avarin smirked slightly and gave a nod, hearing yet another tease from her without any words. She didn’t need to say anything… she had been teasing him all of last year when he was introduced. Of course… he was officially introduced in the proper way. He was introduced as… oh what were the world… “A Shadow Lycan- a false werewolf.” Those were the fabled words used by one of the professors. Of course, the professor was a stupid half-goblin… he barely knew a vampire from a zombie. Avarin however, being the mild tempered being he was, didn’t say anything. He doubted Regene even heard of the … rage incident last year. Oh well, she seemed nice enough… in her own… playful… sorta way…
“Does she ever let up?” The sound of Micheal’s voice broke Avarin’s thoughts as he had a light grin upon his face and shrugged. He gave him a slight high five and sat down… and they shared a little chat. Eventually the new principle… Mr. Thirteen… (Avarin couldn’t help but chuckle) gave the typical rules speech. Although Avarin had only heard of it once… he had a very good memory and he was pretty sure the same speech happened again.
“There are sure a lot of new faces…” Avarin said quietly to himself, glancing about to see familiar faces intermixed with the freshman. He saw Bloody Raven and heard her talking to some new freshman, and then watched as Micheal began to talk to another freshman as well.
“There sure are a lot of new faces…” Avarin said to himself slightly, looking around. There were two people who had entered whom Avarin had smelled a while ago…a boy and a girl who smelled very similar. He could only guess that they were siblings…and then of course there was a few strange freshman he had eyed, and some others he had known that he paid attention to.
Finally orientation had stopped however, and a bell rang to signal the first day of school.
“Yay…” Avarin said lamely, getting up to his feet as he glanced about.
“At least this means football starts…”




[color=silver]

Name: Kievara L’Ouerve
Grade: Freshman
Appearance: Kievara is… to say the least… a stunning beauty. She’s new to Horror High, and probably doesn’t fit in with the way that she looks as far as most monsters go. She’s a Nymph, and her beauty obviously gives that appearance. She wears a dark black outfit however… [See first attachment] and can summon those wings upon her back, however her face and hair look like [see second attachment]. She has bewitching eyes and always seems to have a playful grin upon her face. She has a decorative jewel bracelet upon her upper shoulder… (same as in second attachment) and her hair isn’t usually bound but rather is always downwards. (Strangely her hair never seems to mess up.) She has an overall elegant and graceful build, with seemingly perfect proportions.
Personality: Kievara is playful, and while she isn’t vain… she isn’t very fond of things she deems ‘disgusting’. It isn’t that she’s prejudice of these things… its just that it is in her racial nature. She absolutely adores all creatures… even some monsters at Horror High she deems ‘creatures’ and seems to faun upon them. She’s a bit timid for the pure fact that she’s actually never been to school before… but has always been home-schooled and this is her first experience in a public school. She’s had limited experience with men as well… which isn’t a good thing for a Nymph! Lol.
Clubs/Sports: She’s not in any right now… but she’s expressed interest for joining the swim team.
Relationships: She’s new, so none so far…?
Other: Nymphs are known for their beauty… and it is their beauty that makes them very in tune with nature [ so she’s good with animals]. Their also good at swimming and tend to be very graceful and agile. ^_^



Kievara L’Oeuvre
.: Nymph | F | Freshman :.


“Oh my… oh my…” Kievara said gently to herself as she slowly walked towards the massive doors of Horror High. The doors were quite intimidating… and while Kievara didn’t really fear the idea of school… she wasn’t about to go charging through. It was the first time she had ever gone to… any type of school… and she heard from a few of her relatives that high school was the hardest.
“What a great way to try school out…” Kievara said to herself, as she slowly walked through the doors to find herself immersed in a strange new world of activity.
There were… tons of people-well, creatures of all shapes and sizes. Males, females, its, blobs, vampires, zombies… any type of creature imaginable seemed to be there. The strange thing was… was that it was a controlled chaos. The scene was very chaotic… but it was controlled- like everyone knew where they were going. They talked amongst themselves… most likely they had experienced school and been there before- even a few of the freshman probably had been in lesser schools before Horror High.
“Hey… what’s your name?” Suddenly a rogue voice seemed to rush to Kievara’s ear as she whirled about to see a rather rouge-looking humanoid man before her. He was tall, dark handsome… and obviously vampiric. He ran his fingers through his thick black hair and offered her a smile to which Kievara gave a weak nod but before she could reply a bell rang. Orientation!
Kievara followed the masses… although she somehow managed to be the last one to get through the doors. As soon as she entered, she felt many eyes upon her… which caused her to feel slightly awkward. Swiftly she found and empty seat and sat down… away from everyone else, although a few taunting jeers told her to sit closer to them. Luckily for Kievara, the principal went into his speech… which Kievara listened to intently, eager to learn the new things she would need to know for “school”. After the speech was done however, the bell rang and Kievara rose from her seat… it was then she realized that she wasn’t very familiar with the school.
“Ack…” Kievara said lightly, reaching in her pocket and pulling out a slip of paper that told her where her classes were.

[Dr.McNinja]

Name: Rillian Baelish

Grade: Freshman

Appearance: Rillian is a wraith, and as such his physical description is really up to him. Most wraiths choose a basic form to stick to much of the time simply to to convenience (it's hard to get to know people when they always think you're someone different). Rillian has chosen for his form a cloaked figure, the bottoms of the clock billowing out to dissipate like smoke soon after leaving his "body". The hood is always raised, though not enough to conceal the face. Rillian's face changes day by day, one day it may be male, the next female. Wraith's do have a sex, but to them that is more of a spiritual distinction than one of appearance. Rillian is fully capable of taking on other forms, though all seem to have some smokelike or ethereal quality to them.

Personality: Rillian is surprisingly open for a wraith, meaning that he's only somber as opposed to silent and standoffish. Rarely does he raise his voice and even then it remains calm and morose. Rillian has been known to smile and once even laugh if the stories are true. All in all it seems as though Rillian makes a conscious effort to be as personable as he can.

Clubs/Sports: Rillian is an avid chess player and has been known to appear to the thespian club once in a while to perform. He avoids sports, mostly because the nature of his form would give him an unfair advantage that he does not want to take.

Relationships: Rillian is know by most, and some would even call him a friend. People accept his personality and either avoid him because of it or welcome him. He has no significant other as of now, many aren't even sure what sex he is which makes things a bit difficult.

Other: As a wraith, Rillian's form is really not important. As mentioned before he can take most any shape, though all have some sort of "not quite there" feeling. People touching him find an oddly giving surface, something like wet sand that eventually finds purchase and resists. Rillian can move through any material provided there is some sort of opening in it (even small pores). Also, when angered he is capable of some truly terrifying visages. Rillian is a bit of an unknown, most wraiths avoid the company of anyone (other wraiths included) and Rillian is a bit of a black sheep in that regard. Time will tell why he does as he does and what his true intentions really are. Maybe he really just enjoys being around people?


Can't really find a good pic, most are too Ghost-like or Ringwraithish...he's more human that that normally.

Rillian/Male(?)/Wraith

Lost?"

A quiet voice spoke behind Kievara, barley audible above the shouts and yells of the returning class. Turning, she found herself staring at a handsome male face. Piercing green eyes stared out from long locks of white hair that spilled out of the hood of the long black cloak the man wore to sit softly on Rillian's front. It took a moment for the Nymph to notice the way that the cloak seemed to "smoke" at the edges, whisping up and away into invisibility. A moment passed before the wraith repeated his comment, "Lost?"

Blinking out of her reverie, Kievara responded, "Uh...yeah, I'm new here and really don't know my way around. Er...you are?"

Nodding slightly, Rillian responded, "My name is Rillian, I'm new here too. What class are you looking fo...."

Kievara blurted out, "What are you? Sorry, but I'm not familiar with your race"

A small smile tugged at the corner of Rillian's mouth as he began to glide down the hall, the hem of his cloak seeming to hover just off the floor. Unlike many of the students, who jostled and shoved one another in an attempt to find a path through the throng of unhumanity, Rillian simply seemed to pass through anyone in hi way, eliciting more than one look of confusion. Seeing that Kievara was following, he spoke "I am a wraith. I'm sure you haven't seen too many of my kind before, they tend to keep to themselves. I'll go into the details of what we are after class if you want, for now though I'd prefer not to be late the first day of school."

[*Duke*]

Name: Lara Rhinelander

Grade: Sophomore

Appearance: Lara is 5’7” with orange and white streaked hair down to the swell of her back. She has a porcelain complexion but seems to emit a rather rosy complexion. Unlike her brother, she has no appearance of a bird but that of a fox, more to the matter a predator, always planning and scheming. Her ears remain orange and point out to the top of her head, usually twitching to the sounds of gossip in the halls. With an almost living fire like appearance, Lara’s eyes give off a red/orange glow. She has an athletic build with three tails jetting from her. She loves to show off the powerfully sharp curves of her body by wearing the most scantly clad clothes. Usually she wears a skin tight corset and tight leather pants with ankle high combat boots underneath. To complete her ensemble she likes to wear a black collar around her neck.

Personality: Unlike her brother Micheal, Lara doesn’t really like helping people unless she sees something in it for her. She’s very flirtatious and loves getting what she wants. Usually she likes to cause a ruckus on campus, though being the cunning fox she is, she makes sure she is no where at the scene of the crime. Though her brother checks to make sure she isn’t doing anything that dangerous to the campus, she usually gets away with her fair share of pranks on him as well. She doesn’t usually take things seriously, though that doesn’t mean she isn’t sharp as a tack, always panning and scheming, trying to stay a step ahead of everyone else.

Clubs/Sports: None

Relationships: [Open] because she just loves to be flirtatious with all the guys

Other:

Lara began to stride through the double doors of Horror High with her head held high, sizing up everyone she had seen from the previous year and also checking out to see who the ‘fresh meat’ was. Ever since she had first walked through those doors she had always been trying to find a way to manipulate the most gullible of ghosts and ghouls for her own causes. Now was the year to take the incoming freshman and turn them into her army. Though there always seemed to be someone or something putting a stop to her high hopes.

This was soon to be proven as she spotted her brother up ahead talking to a frightened looking freshman. From the looks of him he appeared rather scrawny and weak, his horns barely grown. As they started walking towards a class room, she decided to intercept them. Moving as stealth fully as she could she quickly came to the side of him and gave him a big hug.

Micheal seemed taken off guard as he collided into a row of lockers right next to him.
“Hiya bro,” she gave a small wave as the young man gave her a once over.
“Lara! What the…” though before he could get anything else out of his mouth, she was already moving closer towards the freshman and with a rather whimsical voice said “My name’s Lara, you might have heard of me, I mean you have been hanging around my brother for some time now, so I’m sure he’s told you all about me.”
The boy just stared at her; he seemed almost flushed as he tried to stammer out a response.
“No…um…no…not really, he was just…and I was just, going to class and needed someone to show me where my room was for…” she cut him off “Oh, that’s so cute, he’s just like a little brother,” as she gave him a big hug lifting him a few inches from the ground. As she let him down the boys face turned a bright red and when he looked back from one to the other turned his eyes downward and took off in the opposite direction muttering, “…um I got to go.”
With that Lara covered her mouth and let out a muffled giggle.
“Oh freshman, will they ever stop being so comical,” she laughed at her brother who now had a look of total aggravation.

“Why do you always have to fool around with the guys so much,” Micheal said.
“Oh it’s not just the guys and you know it, besides liven up a little, he’s a freshman he’s supposed to get lost and forget things and so on and so on, I mean look at what happened your freshman year, you almost got eaten by plant in biology.”
“Hey! I didn’t know they were carnivorous or for that matter were twice the size of grown man…”
“Yeah well the boy will find his way eventually,” she said as he glanced at her up and down.
“What’re you wearing?”
“What this old thing?”
“You know dressing like that…”
“…doesn’t attract the right kind of guys, gezz thank you mother, well don’t worry I’ll be careful, besides I have my bwig broder du prodect me,” she mocked.
Micheal rolled his eyes, “Your sweetness gave me a cavity I think.”
She gave out a quick laugh.
“Well I got class, and I know you do to, it’s the first day Lara, save your little games for somewhere later in the year, alright?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said as she returned his gaze with a big puppy dog stare sticking out her bottom lip.
“Fine…and please try and help some wayward freshman, show them the ropes a little, like I did for you.”
“Okey dokey, see you at lunch then,” Lara waved as her brother turned and walked to class.

Behind her back her fingers remained crossed.

Slowly walking to her next class Lara spotted something interesting ahead. Two more freshmen she assumed from the lost in the females face, she could really see the other’s, it seemed there, yet shrouded at the same time. The cloaked one appeared to be an apparition of some sort, she didn’t know though, she wanted to say ghost but he was translucent, though to her it didn’t matter. The young girl to be more precise appeared to be a Nymph, and if that were the case things this year might get to be very interesting. She seemed to not have been taken of notice by the two as she got up along rite beside them picking up some of their conversation.

“…I'm sure you haven't seen too many of my kind before, they tend to keep to themselves. I'll go into the details of what we are after class if you want, for now though I'd prefer not to be late the first day of school.”
“And right you are,” She interjected as she looked at the Nymph the entire time, trying to place the attributes with what she had read about them.
“My name is Lara Rhinelander, I’m a sophomore and I couldn’t help but notice that you two appeared to be lost, I was wondering if I could offer my services.”
The nymph’s eyes seemed to lighten a little, “Oh! Well that’s great, my name is Kievara and this is Rillian,” she said pointing at the cloaked one.
As she looked over both of their schedules, she saw that Rillian had gym and Kievara had English with her.
“Well your in luck,” she said to Kievara “you have English with me right now, and you…um Gillian, have gym and that hallway down there is the gym area, third door on the right is the guys locker room.”
“It’s Rillian,” he corrected.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Lara as she grabbed Kievara and led her down the opposite side of the hall.
“…It was nice meeting you Rillian,” she quickly stammered out as the two girls went to English.
“…bye!” he called out to no one as he went to the third door on the right and saw the sign that said girls locker room.
‘She must have meant left,’ he thought as he went to the opposite door, as he stepped in only to hear screaming and growling of all kinds. Rillian ran straight out, his hood having a very tinted red look about it.

As they reached their English room, Lara gave out a short chuckle, having replaced the signs, she really had helped the freshman, and it was his fault if he didn’t take her advice, hearing the screaming in the distance.

“So tell me a little about yourself Kievara, if we’re going to be friends I would like to know a little bit more about you,” Lara asked.

[Mystic_clown]

I hope I'm not too late to sign up

Name: Jack Gasgett

Grade: Senier

Appearance: He's pretty tall, standing at about 5'8 (although his full height's 6'1'', but he's normally hunched over. His face, though pale, doesn't look too bad, with dull blue eyes, pitch black, tangled hair and bags under his eyes. He normally wears an old brown suit with a white undershirt, both which are covered in blood and oil stains. He wears rather old white gloves, brown pants and nice looking black and white shoes.

It's easy to tell he's not human by the huge gear sticking out of his back. And if you look carefully, you'll notice his arms and neck are metal, rather then flesh. There are some holes in the elbows of his suit, reaveling small gears. It's the same with the knees of his pants. He's normally seen with a cane.

Personality: Normally quiet, although obsessive when it comes to mechanics. He's normally seen tinkering with a watch, or some other sort of machine. He believes the way to self improvement is through machines and kinda gets ticked when others mock that. He tends to twitch uncontrolably at random intervals.

Clubs/Sports: Center for the basketball team.

Relationships: open.

Other: I'm lonely.

[Dr.McNinja]

Rillian grimaced as he emerged from the girl's locker room, had he known that someone had mixed up the signs he just would have changed his form. He really didn't have gym clothes to change into persay, in fact he had every intention of keeping his robe just the way it was, he'd do just fine anyway. As much as he secretly enjoyed sports, he understood the reason why he was not allowed to participate, while increased agility and strength might be allowable, the ability to simply pass through defenders and float up to a basket or whatnot was going a bit too far. Shrugging, Rillian passed through the gym doors and took his place.


...

Emerging from the gym, Rillian checked his schedule, knowing he barely had five minutes to get to his next class. To his suprise he noticed that his free period was next, "Great, maybe I can meet a few more people."

Making his way to the common area of the school, Rillian took a seat at a couch, drawing in his robes somewhat so they did not cover the entirety of the seating area. As he sat alone, he took pleasure in watching the amazing variety of students passing by on their way to classes. Zombies, Werewolves, even what seemed to be a Golem of some sort. He wondered how his family was doing back home, he wondered if they even knew he was gone yet, he didn't see them but once a month or so. The loneliness as he floated through the featureless mists of his home plane had been unbearable, he had to get out and at least see if there was anything else in the world worth existing for. It would seem as though there was a lot more than he thought.

[Bulbasaur4]

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Kievara
.: Nymph { F } Freshman :.

Kievara was a bit unnerved by all the events that had so quickly taken place after orientation. First, there was Rillian- the odd yet seemingly nice, ghost-like and seemingly male-like creature who had offered to help her find her class. He seemed pleasant and she was partially looking forward to talking to him and learning more about him, but then suddenly another voice entered their conversation.
Her name was Lara, and she had seemingly fox-like attributes and had a strange glow or aura about her that made Lara partially unsettling. Of course… to Kievara, nearly everyone in the entire school seemed unsettling in some way or another. Lara swiftly checked their schedules and guided Rillian to his class (although he seemed to have gotten lost in the whole bit) and then she discovered and Kievara and herself had the same class- English. Kievara was actually looking forward to an English class, hoping that it would prove fascinating to learn some new literature.
Walking down the hallway, Lara seemed to be a bit in a hurry so Kievara made quite an effort to keep up. Of course, her eyes were still madly washing over the entire scene of ‘school’ as she took in all of the different creatures that existed. Some of them paid heed of her, and some of them seemed to shake their heads as they saw Lara near her. Still… Kievara couldn’t shake off the feeling of constantly being watched.
“Here we are…” Lara suddenly said, as they slowed their pace down and stopped by a door- it must have been the door to the English classroom. “So tell me a little about yourself Kievara, if we’re going to be friends I would like to know a little bit more about you,” Lara said, eyeing Kievara as they entered the English room. The room had only a few others in it… they had arrived slightly early, and Lara ushered Kievara into one of the seats as she sat down next to her.
“Well… um, I was home schooled all my life- quite a ways from here. However, this year my family deemed it neccisary that I come to a public school and meet other creatures and interact so I can learn more about today’s society. This whole thing is rather new to me… since I haven’t interacted with others that much… other than the creatures in the forest, that is.” Kievara withdrew a slight sigh, looking up at Lara for a second. She had spoken a lot… but Kievara wasn’t one to hide anything really. She didn’t believe she had anything to hide.
Lara seemed to ponder this for a moment, and as she did so class began to start. Swiftly Kievara directed her attention to the teacher.

[Samchu]

Gareth
~~~~~

With orientation over I finally turned my attention to my first class. I had no intention of actually paying nay attention to anything that was going to be said but I figured that the least I should do was make an appearance - seeing as it was only the first day. Besides, maybe I'd find myself some inspiration for a school-wide prank or something. I thought briefly. Maybe I should play down that stuff, just for a bit. I did blow up my last school after all.

Checking my timetable I discovered that I had English, just down the corridor a ways if I wasn't mistake. I wasn't looking forward to my first class. English was a boring subject for me, too many old geezers harping on about stuff dead people had written. Don't get me wrong, English was like one of my best subjects, it just bored the shit out of me.

Entering the classroom, I took up a seat behind two girls who seemed deep in conversation. The first - the younger - was a nymph. I had rarely seen any before and I had to admit the stories surrounding their beauty weren't far from accurate - she was truly stunning. Then there the was the other girl. Fox-like in appearance she unnervingly reminded me of my sister. I shuddered at the thought of there being another Eida at this school.

Moments later our teacher wandered in and with a defeated sigh I switched myself off to the mind-numbing dullness of English. I folded my arms across my desk and put my head down. As far as I was concerned, this was nap time.



Eida
~~~

Chemistry? What kind of fucking dickhead gives me chemistry on the first day of school? Come on! Frustrated, I made my way through the school to the lab where my lesson was supposed to take place. I hated school. It was a pathetic waste of my life. I didn't need it. Didn't care for it. The only good thing about school was that it was the easiest place to pull and this place certainly had its share of prime targets. The most intersting of which had to be the tantalising werewolf I'd spied in orientation. No. I paused for a moment, recollecting my thoughts. Something wasn't quite right there. I'd seen werewolves - well, more than seen - and I knew something about that boy wasn't right. But what exactly was he? I pondered the thought as I walked.

I eventually came to the conclusion that, no matter how hard I tried, I knew too little about this boy to decide what he was. I'd just have to go undercover and find out. I couldn't help but smirk at my own pun - unintended as it was.

Looking up I saw my classroom. The boy had proved distracting enough to get me down the corridor but now I had nothing to distract me through my class. I shrugged birefly. Oh well. I'd just have to hope I'd get stuck close to some well-toned hottie who could warrant my attention for a while.

[Drusilla]

I hope I'm not too late to sign up

Name: Jack Gasgett

Grade: Senier

Appearance: He's pretty tall, standing at about 5'8 (although his full height's 6'1'', but he's normally hunched over. His face, though pale, doesn't look too bad, with dull blue eyes, pitch black, tangled hair and bags under his eyes. He normally wears an old brown suit with a white undershirt, both which are covered in blood and oil stains. He wears rather old white gloves, brown pants and nice looking black and white shoes.

It's easy to tell he's not human by the huge gear sticking out of his back. And if you look carefully, you'll notice his arms and neck are metal, rather then flesh. There are some holes in the elbows of his suit, reaveling small gears. It's the same with the knees of his pants. He's normally seen with a cane.

Personality: Normally quiet, although obsessive when it comes to mechanics. He's normally seen tinkering with a watch, or some other sort of machine. He believes the way to self improvement is through machines and kinda gets ticked when others mock that. He tends to twitch uncontrolably at random intervals.

Clubs/Sports: Center for the basketball team.

Relationships: open.

Other: I'm lonely.

Approved

[Drusilla]

I'll let it slide, but why would a sophomore and a freshman have English together? English usually doesn't mix grade levels... ah, well....

I think we'll follow a more European approach to schedules; each day has it's own. I know that Sam had some worries about the differences in cultures, so I'll take them as they come along.

[color=#ff0080]Regina
Indulge your darkest fantasy

I slunk out of the orientation room and meshed with the crowds of the hallways. Ah, sweet, sweet Horror High. When I first transferred here after I was infected, I was terrified of the place... I even asked my parents to let me go back to the "normal" high school. No one would know, right? But, if someone did find out... all Hell would break loose. People were absolutely paranoid about lycanthropy, many believing that it was contagious to the point that just being near someone would get them infected. I could only infect someone if I was shape-shifted and I drew blood... but they didn't care. Humans loved their witch-hunt mentality, and to rob them of that simple pleasure would only bring fouler cruelty upon the rest of us. I sighed.... why was I so melancholy this morning?

Sure, I could act myself, but there was something under it all that was unhappy. I was alone... I had no pack. Maybe that was it. I was a member of the Full Moon Club, a support group here at school that was set up kind of like AA, with sponsors and everything. But that was different... Those people were great, don't get me wrong, but I needed something of my own. Or someone. That could be it, too... but relationships are extremely difficult for lycanthropes unless they are with another one. For the newly infected, it was probably the worst thing that could happen... any kind of emotional turbulence could bring on the change, and, especially in the first few months, it can turn very dangerous since control over the animal is practically non-existent. My own first change... I shuddered. I was very lucky that I had been mentoring with the local lupa that night, or someone would have died. If it had been anyone less powerful...

"Watch it, kid!" Someone yelled at me, and I found myself wandering aimlessly through the hallways. I glanced at my schedule; I had chemistry first period. I actually liked chemistry, unlike most people. It was a science, but there were things that we didn’t know, things we could theorize about. Things that could blow up on ‘accident’.

I grinned wolfishly (pun not intended, but appreciated all the same) at the thought of explosions occurring randomly. After all, it was only a matter of chance, was it not?

I sauntered into class, feeling more like my own self, and took a random seat. The bell rang shortly after, signaling the start of the first class of the year. A vampire not too far from me was carefully analyzing everyone in the room, especially the boys. She glanced at me, and disdain flashed through her eyes. Sure, maybe I wasn’t fashionably dressed, but at least I didn’t look like a skank. This girl was screaming “DESPERATE!” at the world, and around here, that didn’t work too well. Too many students, of both genders, had been shunned by society and had distaste and distrust for the visually egotistical. It was pathetic, really, that someone felt like they had to do such a human thing to get attention around here. This place wasn’t a part of the real world, if you thought about it… here we were safe, among peers who knew our pains, protected from the hatred and prejudice of the human world. Here we could be ourselves. There was no reason to try to attract attention… it usually just ended up in being ignored on a massive scale.

"Welcome class, I am Mr. Hains, and I will, obviously, be teaching your chemistry class this year!" My ears perked up and I actually found myself looking up from picking at the loose threads at the hole in my jeans. Mr. Hains was one of my favorite people, being the sponsor of the Full Moon Club. I grinned when he saw me and winked. He was young for a teacher, mid twenties at the latest, and he had a way to make everyone feel right at home. Things were looking up for the year.

I just hoped that it would continue through next class period. The track team was meeting, and gods only knew how that would turn out.

[Bulbasaur4]

The reason a sophomore and a freshman could take the same class is because my Nymph’s strength would be in literature. We thought that since she was home schooled, she could be in a higher class. At least that’s what always happened at my school… ^^;
Anyways… pooosting!



Kievara
.: Nymph | F | Freshman :.


Soon English class had ended, and while doing so she swiftly rose to her feet and glanced at Lara.
“Well, that was a bore…” Lara said with a yawn, glancing at Kievara once again. Lara’s eyes scanned the room for a moment, as she smirked.
“No matter… you sure do seem to attract attention.” She murmured lightly, before she returned her fox-like stare to the Nymph. “Anyways, I have to head off… according to your schedule, it seems you have a free period. Have fun with that.”
Soon Kievara found herself walking alone down the hallway and then swiftly entering another classroom. Kievara sat down timidly, eyeing about until she suddenly found herself looking at a familiar figure- Rillian!
“Oh… it’s you.” She said quietly, sitting down next to him as her hair wavered about her face. She smiled lightly, “What’s wrong?” Her voice was quiet and airy, but she had found enough courage to speak up to him. Besides, he seemed nice enough and not too scary.


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Avarin
.: Wolven Shadow Demonica | M | Junior :.


Avarin walked roughly through the hallway, dodging many bodies in his hurried attempt to make it to his Chemistry class. While he had left right after orientation, he had been stopped by several of his football buddies.
”Hey… did you hear about that new transfer student? I heard he’s got an arm on him.” Avarin narrowed his eyes and nodded, “That’s good.” Then they continued to talk about the upcoming season, until Avarin noticed the time on the clock.
Crap He thought, quickly giving a nod to his fellow teammates and then dashing through the hallway.
Finally he opened the door- just as the bell rang, and he gave a faint smile at the teacher. He instantly recognized the teacher – Mr. Hains. Of course, Avarin knew Mr. Hains not through his teaching methods, but through the Full Moon Club. It wasn’t that Avarin was in the club- oh no, it didn’t work that way. Avarin had attempted to join, and at first- showing his transformation skill in his canine form. However… it soon became apparent to Avarin that he wasn’t accepted in the club because he was not- by definition, a true werewolf. The moon did not affect him… nor did he suffer the same weaknesses as a werewolf, in actuality… his main form had a few alterations than a werewolf. Of course, no one in the club saw his true form… but at the moment he mentioned he was not a true werewolf, they seemed to look at him with slight disdain. It was easily apparent to him that he and the rest of the group would not be able to identify. It was Mr. Hain who had spoken to him and told him he should probably remove himself from the group. So, Avarin did.
Shaking his head at the memory, Avarin swiftly sat down and listened to Mr. Hain talked. His eyes washed over the room as he recognized Regina- a deep breath was instantly taken at this site. Focusing once more, Avarin stared ahead at the board as he waited for class to get into full swing.

[Dr.McNinja]

Rillian, Wraith, Male, Freshman

Rillian let lose a small breath that could have been interpreted as a sign of amusement, "Nothing, really. It would be hard for you to understand, not knowing much about my kind."

"Well then tell me" said the Nymph leaning in with an interested look on her face, "What is a wraith? Where do you come from?"

His robes shifting slightly, as though he was settling himself in despite the lack of a true body, Rillian gave Kievara an appraising look before speaking, "We wraiths come from nothingness. Well...something like it. We're from a plane of existence where, as of yet, no physical forms have been discovered. We float in a neverending fog that leeches the color from everything. We prey on the tiny incorporeal spirits there, forming loose families that often drift away for years, sometimes even permanently as members loose their way in the endless mists. Of course, that is the way of the wraiths, and most 'enjoy' their limited existence. Few travel to the Material World, none in the last few centuries at the least. So you see, I'm a bit of a black sheep. I've been here for several years now yet I still marvel at the sights, sounds, and other magnificent senses that exist on this world. And of course with that amazement comes some bit of disappointment that I accepted a life in a cloud for so long."

Noticing the look on Kievara's face, Rillian concluded quickly, "So don't worry too much about me, I'm just melancholy, it's part of my nature. Now what about you? I have not seen many Nymph's in this world during my time here."

[Drusilla]

13 is awesome... I hope that I do him justice in this post... I'm also planning to bring a few more of the 'official' Horror High crew in as teachers, I just need to get a chance to corner them on AIM or something, since no one checks their emails, apparently...

[color=#ff0080]Regina
I awake under full moonlight...

"We will be beginning with the basics of chemistry, such as the periodic table and elemental properties.... Excuse me for a moment," Hain left off in midsentance as a man came to the door. He wasn't very tall, maybe just short of six feet, dressed in a black suit with a red and black striped tie. His hair was in dredlocks that fell most of the way down his back, most of them black but a few were white. His face was stern, and he had a strong sense of... something, authority, perhaps, but his chocolate-brown eyes were warm and kind. He looked at me... and I saw the intelligence and understanding of a man who had been there. I instantly felt a strong sense of loyalty to this man whom I didn't even know...

He has to be Mr. Thirteen... I mused, which would explain why I didn't know him. Last year's principal had had a... close encounter with one of the students. Word was that he was retired so he could enjoy the rest of his life with what body he had left.

Hain and Mr. Thirteen conversed in low voices just outside the doorway; everyone was turned and straining to hear what was being said. Hain was talking about something, and Thirteen kept nodding, replying every once in a while, eyes widening slightly towards the end. He nodded again, said something that sounded like "Yes, I see the problem, we'll correct it immediately." They shook hands, and Mr. Thirteen left.

"Sorry about that, guys, there's a problem with the calendar..." Hain explained as he returned to the front of the board. Most of the class looked confused, but I knew what he meant. Something important was scheduled on the night of a full moon... I glanced around the room and made eye contact with Avarin, whom I had not even seen enter the classroom. He looked away quickly, which puzzled me. Strange guy... I guess he was uncomfortable being in Hain's class. I didn't approve of Hain asking Avarin to leave the Full Moon Club; in fact, I thought it was downright counter-productive. So what if he wasn't a true lycanthrope? Gods knew that there were others who needed just as much help as the rest of us. I frowned but looked away so that Avarin wouldn't see and think I was frowning at him.

I had actually attempted to boycott the club after that incident, but I was practically dragged back in by my counselor. I was too powerful and too inexperienced to not be going, blah blah blah...

I sat at my desk, trying to pay attention, but spent most of the time stewing over my frustrations with the club. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the bell rang to end the first period.

"Remember to get these forms signed!" Hain yelled at the retreating backs of the students. I grabbed the papers and shoved them in my pocket; they were the same old parental release forms about working in possibly hazardous conditions... Whatever, nothing these guys could throw at me could harm me beyond repair, except for silver. Gotta watch out for that, but it shouldn't be too much of an issue with a lycanthrope teaching the class. He was a were-something... I couldn't actually remember what, exactly. Didn't really matter, though.

I turned down the hallway towards the locker rooms. Since it was the first day, we wouldn't actually be practicing, just getting things going. Michael would be there, as would most of last year's team who didn't graduate, plus a few new faces, I supposed. I walked down the short flight of stairs to the door in near silence, as most teams practiced in the afternoons later in the week. We usually had a strange practice schedule so we could use the track without getting in the way of the football team or soccer team.

Here goes nothing... I thought as I walked across to where the team had gathered.

[Doomy_McDoomdoom]

Name: Gaiman
Grade: Freshmen
Appearance: Giant Purple Worm
Personality: Very outgoing and a little absent-minded. Though he's very intelligent because of his age and his willingness to learn. He's a bit of a nerd, and doesn't necessarily make friends easily just because of his appearance and lack of social ability.

Otherwise Gaiman is kind and attempts to be helpful whenever he can be. He's rather outgoing, but not in a very tactful or suave way, he simply approaches people and introduces himself. Gaiman, despite his numerous rejections from others, is very happy to be in high school and meeting new people.
Clubs/Sports: (optional) Gaiman isn't really sure on what he might want to do while in high school.
Relationships: None as of yet, but he's eager to make friends.
Other: Gaiman has two forms. One being a teenage kid with purple slicked back hair, and mostly purple clothing. The downside being he has no eyes. Simply patches of skin were his eyes should be. He wears sunglasses to prevent freaking people out, but they don't cover his abnormality entirely. Gaiman also is not blind, he can see via a sonar-esque vision. It makes some things rather awkward, and his hearing is incredible. It also makes loud noises really bothersome.

His other form is immense. At least 45 feet tall, but he doesn't transform into it very often and its hard to describe other than he is indeed a giant purple worm.

.:Gaiman:. .:Male:. .:Freshmen:.

Gaiman walked into Horror High as any oblivious freshmen would. He wasn't really nervous, he knew that not many people liked him. But he was determined to make friends and be a cool kid. He had already made contact with the school administration about wearing his sunglasses all the time. He wasn't really shy about his lack of eyes, but it tended to make people a little uncomfortable. He didn't have gaping eye sockest in lue of eyes, he simply had patches of skin that were there instead of his eyes.

Luckily for Gaiman, he was in no way blind. Sounds were constantly bouncing off walls and other objects that allowed him to see almost everything around him. He was beyond perfect when it came to hearing, he could make out conversations from the other end of the building if he chose to focus on it. The only thing he was missing was colors, he didn't know what they were and he had never seen them, nor would he ever have that joy.

He simply meandered into the school. There were people everywhere and he had to change his hearing slightly just to be able see amongst the cacaphony of voices. But he eventually got the entire outlook of the room, and the halls. There was hundreds of people of all shapes, sizes and monstrous heritages. But there was one that stood out, she seemed just as confused as him, and she was talking happily with someone else. He couldn't truly make out her face, but her voice was perfect.

He made his way over to her. Drawing the glares and odd looks from everyone in the hall. His purple shorts, purple dress shirt, and purple hair tended to draw looks, but Gaiman had no idea that his other form had carried over into his clothing appearance. He wasn't focused on anything but making friends in high school, and he was determined not to mess up socially.

The girl drew closer and closer as Gaiman's feet led him towards her and the others around her. He finally made his way directly beside her and began to speak regardless of whether or not others were speaking at the time. "You have a beautiful voice." Gaiman said, with a large, cheesy grin on his face. The nervous beating of Gaiman's own heart was sending wave after wave of vision this girl, and she was beautiful, but he could she was embarassed by the amount of blood that was rushing to her cheeks.

"I apologize...I was just drawn to it. I can't see, you see. And I heard your voice from across the hall...and....it was very nice...I didn't mean to embarass you...I just thought...I'm Gaiman, what might your name be?"

[*Duke*]

Micheal looked at his watch and realized that it was time to be heading towards the locker rooms, with their practice schedule the Track team would get the track now so as not to get in the way of the football or soccer team, which really worked out for the best considering that incoming soccer balls could mean disaster to anyone who wasn’t watching. His first class hadn’t been anything all to special, Mathematics were just there, they never really applied to anything Micheal really wanted to excel at so he basically just went through the teachers descriptions on how they were going to have an interesting year and listened the lesson plan.

His thoughts right now were focused on heading towards the field to see that glorious oval of red that was the Horror High Track. It always seemed to make him chuckle at the idea that every other team viewed this as a punishment. Micheal didn’t know what really had drawn him to such a sport, his mother not really the athletic type and his father a sea creature who had been a swimmer. Though that didn’t really matter at the moment as he saw the turn out for the meeting, not many new students seemed to have turned out though hopefully that might change once news spread about the team. In the crowd he spotted Avarin and Regina sitting in the bleachers. Sitting down he noticed that Regina seemed rather down, he would have to ask her later how her first day had been. For right now though the teams coach, coach Azgar had stood in front of them with his assistant coach Alexandria.

Coach Azgar was of a pretty average height and weight with no real outstanding physical qualities. He was bald at the very top of his head and in front of his skull a horn pushed outward. His eyes had the qualities of someone weathered and had experienced many things in life. Having been a former runner he took his own life experiences and used them to inspire all of his runners. Weather at his job as a counselor for the school or being a coach he was always there for students and athletes with an open ear and a song in his heart. Quite literally actually, since he kept a guitar in his office and when bored would serenade students in the office. His assistant coach Alexandria had always been there as well, though she was rather soft spoken, she seemed to be more a balance for the outrageousness of the coach. She had a rather pale look to her considering she was of a vampire clan of the nearby town.

As the coach quieted everyone he began to explain the previous year’s triumphs and loses explaining the new workouts. He also explained how after the first meet the way the team was going to be distributed; the team itself was distributed two ways, the boys and the girls and from those two levels they steamed out to three more. The C class the B class and the A class, this being in order to keep those at their full potential with others in their same class. In those classes’ new members to the team would be distributed in events and upon learning which ones they excelled out would be placed there until the coach wanted to try something else or the runner decided to. It wasn’t until later that the coach announced his decision for team captains.

“The choosing of team captains was hard and argues but we came to our decision,” there was a suspenseful pause, “For the boys team we have chosen Micheal and for the girls team choose Regina,” a cheer seemed to rise from the crowd as both people walked in front of the coach, shaking his hand and then sitting back down together. Micheal looked back at Regina who still seemed to be in a rather melancholy mood, he moved close to her ear and said “Hey, congratulations, looks like we’re going to have to work together to whip this team into shape.”
“I suppose so,” she replied.
“Hey is something wrong?” asked Micheal, as she looked forward in silence. He left it at that, whatever was wrong she would tell him later. The two continued to listen, as the coach continued on with his speech.

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As everyone cleared out of the English room, Lara walked back in and saw the stack of books for the next class and with a wave of her hand produced several dozen bookmarks like incantations. These were mostly low level trickery that when placed in the book would absorb them into it, constantly rewriting the novel or merely switching the order in which it was written. It seemed kind of petty to do something like this to Lara, this was all just a little chaos she wanted to see manifest for the next class, before lunch.

[Samchu]

Eida
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In the end, Chemistry hadn't been THAT bad. The teacher had become distracted by some guy - presumably the principle - and it had really helped speed the dull process along. In the meantime, I'd had ample opportunity to scope out the gorgeous hunk of manflesh I was sharing my class with. When the bell finally let us out, filing through the doorway with our stupid permission slips, I made sure to follow him. Lucky for me, he needed to make a quick detour to his locker.

"Hey..." I said quietly, leaning against the nearest locker.

He gave me a quick once-over then turned his attention back to his locker. "Hi."

I shifted my position. Maybe I was a bit rusty. "So...guess we have chemistry together. My name's Eida, you're..." I trailed off. I knew his name of course, I'd made sure to keep it in mind. I just figured it was a good starting point for a conversation.

"Avarin. I play for the school football team." He seemed friendly enough.

Finally! I thought to myself. Something we can talk about. "My brother's planning on joining the team. He used to play quaterback for our old school."

"So I guess he's the guy with the good arm I've heard about."

I shrugged. "Could be him." I felt this conversation had gone far enough for now, didn't want to scare him off. "Well then Avarin, I guess I'll see you around." I offered him a soft wave as I headed off. Avarin was my main target so far. I'd take my time with him, work my way through, he was well worth the wait. Besides, there were easier fish in this school. I just had to find them.

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Gareth
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After heading out of the classroom, I spied one of the girls slipping back in. Curious, I strayed by the door, watching her set in place a prank for the next class after us. It was childish in comparison to its complexity but at the same time it was amusing. Nice to know I wasn't the only prankster in this school.

"Breaking in to the school year?" I asked. She jumped slightly, obviously unaware that I was there. I spoke quickly to calm her. "Nice prank though, I'm sure it'll ruffle up a few juniors."

She frowned at me. "Who the hell are you?"

"My name's Gareth. I was a prankster at my old school but it would appear the position is already taken here. Don't worry, I'll keep my stuff on the down-lo, for now at least." I scratched the side of my neck. "Who are you then?"

[Bulbasaur4]

Avarin
.: Wolven Shadow Demon | M | Junior :.


Avarin saw Regina looking at him occasionally… but as swiftly as she had looked at him- she had simply looked away. Avarin frowned slightly… Regina was an interesting creature- to say the least. She had always puzzled him as well… for at one moment she seemed to be completely nice and impartial, and then the next she was teasing him. Perhaps it was the whole ‘female’ thing too… Avarin never had been too great with females. It wasn’t that he was too nervous or timid… it was just… he never thought he could handle a girlfriend- he didn’t know the first thing about dating… although a few of his girl friends on the track team had often told him he would make a great husband some day.
“They always like to say things like that… to make me uncomfortable…” Avarin thought, wincing slightly as he reached and scratched the back of his head. As if to answer his call, suddenly a girl came to his locker and instantly said hi. Blinking slightly, Avarin’s gaze washed over her for a second and then he swiftly looked back to his locker. He had no idea who she was… although he faintly remembered seeing her in Chemistry. Her dress was… risqué to say the least, and Avarin thought she had to be new. He really wasn’t sure what to think of her actually. She then asked for his name, which he swiftly gave… adding the bit that he was on the football team. He then swiftly found out that she was the sister of the new football guy with an arm, which made Avarin slightly curious. He could only wonder what her brother looked like… and the idea of it sorta put him on edge. Hopefully he wasn’t as… eccentric. Soon however, Eida left- tossing him a light wave as she headed down the hallway.
Shaking his head, Avarin shut his locker and then swiftly headed outside for the track meeting. Avarin was thankful that they worked around schedules… which allowed Avarin to be in track as well as football. Giving a slight yawn, Avarin sat on the bleachers near Regina without a second thought as he watched Michael join as well. They all listened to the coach who gave his typical speech… describing the new class system and then the announcement with captains. Avarin yawned slightly, leaning back knowing fully well that he wouldn’t be chosen- he was good at what he did in track, but it was rumored he’d be the captain for football this year due to his outstanding performance last year. Regina and Michael were called forth as the captains, and instantly Avarin clapped and cheered for them. At least the two captain spots went to two rightful candidates. The coach soon handed out their schedules, saying that starting tomorrow the real practice would begin. For now, they could just talk and hang out until the end of the period. Standing up, Avarin stretched for a moment as he thought about this season. He was looking forward to doing well with the Discus and dashes… of course if he had it his way, dashes in track would be done with people charging at you to try to kill you. At least that way it would help with his football training as well.
“Hey Michael… Regina, congrats on being captains.” Avarin said lightly with a grin. He swiftly bent down and gave them a bow as a playful joke, seeing Michael roll his eyes.
“Funny Avarin…” he smirked, as Avarin stood back up and smiled cheerfully.
“I’m just glad it went to two competent people.” His slightly thick Italian accent seemed to spin over the word ‘competent’ as he gazed at Regina. She seemed happy but a little bit nervous or worried- as if something was bothering her. Avarin wondered what it was… although he had an idea that she probably was a little bit worried about what others on the team thought of her. Often they had tried to kick her off the team due to her advantages, but Avarin had been annoyed by that. She was on their team and helped them win… and besides, everyone used their abilities to their advantage. She shouldn’t be any different.
“Hey Regina… don’t worry, you’ll do fine.” Avarin said, giving her a slight nod as he glanced about at the other track members who were chatting it up.


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Kievara
.: Nymph | F | Freshman :.


Kievara listened to Rillian talk, trying to imagine the world that he described. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him… for such an existence seemed dreary and sad. She withdrew a slow breath as she listened, but Rillian seemed to pick up on her sadness as he told her not to worry- it was just his nature to be slightly dreary. He then inquired about her and what she came from, which made Kievara a bit timid. She wasn’t embarrassed about telling where she came from… but she felt slightly bad describing her life after hearing his. Still however, she went onwards.
“Well… I come from another plane as well- the plane of Ethereal. Everything there looks a little bit different than it does here… being a little brighter and blinding, but yet everything seems to look perfect at the same time. When creatures from the other planes come onto mine… they tend to be awestruck and enchanted by the beauty of it all… but if you’ve grown up there, It really doesn’t seem that special. Here is nice because everyone is different… not everyone is perfect and they don’t all look the same. I like it.” She smiled, tiling her head to the side. “My family has taught me things about a lot of the world … but they believed that I should get a public education so I can understand the normal plane better. I think they want to expand and see if they can exist upon other planes.. I’m not too sure.” She blushed, finding she had rambled. “It’s all too complicated for me, I think.” She added… her voice sounding slightly airy and timid as she spoke.
Before she could continue her conversation with Rillian however, a strange and curious figure approached them. He looked different compared to the other creatures… but it wasn’t a “bad” different- at least, not as far as Kievara could tell. Everyone was different and she hardly had the capability of measuring what was a ‘good” different and a “bad” different.
“You have a beautiful voice.” He said quite enthusiastically, looking at her but yet… it almost seemed to her as if he wasn’t looking at her. It was an odd feeling… but it was enough to instantly make her blush. She wasn’t used to being complimented by… anyone.
"I apologize...I was just drawn to it. I can't see, you see. And I heard your voice from across the hall...and....it was very nice...I didn't mean to embarrass you...I just thought...I'm Gaiman, what might your name be?" He instantly went into a frenzy of words, which Kievara had a little bit of a hard time keeping up with- for English wasn’t her main language, but she soon nodded and gave a soft smile. He seemed very friendly- friendly like Rillian, but his tone was different. They were similar and yet seemed different at the same time… the whole social identification and comparison was some thing totally new for her, however.
“My name is Kievara,” she said politely, looking at Rillian who was staring intently at the purple fellow. “This is Rillian too.” Kievara added softly, feeling suddenly incredibly timid in the presence of such seemingly-kind figures.

[Doomy_McDoomdoom]

.:Gaiman:. .:Freshmen:.

Gaiman stood for a little while. Her own voice had lit up her figure like a thousand lights in Gaiman's vision. Everything about her was perfect...everything. Gaiman was a bit flustered, he could have easily just started up a conversation with the most attractive girl in the school. Oh, what have I done? This is terrible, she's going to make fun of me, everyone's going to hate me again...everything about this place is going to be... “My name is Kievara,” she said politely, looking at Rillian who was staring intently at Gaiman.

She spoke to me? Kindly? Oh what do I do?! Gaiman smiled his cheesiest grin. And looked back at her, making sure that his sunglasses were fastened tightly to his face, so as not to disturb this beauitous woman with his hideous malformation. "It is a pleasure to meet you Kievara." He took her hand in a rather courtly manner and kissed the back of it. And he glanced up at her while still in a bow. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

“This is Rillian too.” Kievara added softly. Gaiman looked over to Rillian. At least as best he could, the form of this new person seemed to keep changing with every passing second. "It is good to meet both of you, might I ask what classes you'll both be in? Perhaps we'll be able to attend them together. This place seems a bit large and...well, it would be nice to have someone to stick by..." Gaiman hung his head momentarily.

"I would never want to intrude...but finding one's way around here is a bit difficult....in all honest...I just need a friend or two" He smiled back at them waiting anxiously for a response.

[*Duke*]

"Nice prank though, I'm sure it'll ruffle up a few juniors,” said the voice behind her.

She had been so involved in laying her prank that she hadn’t noticed anyone watching her. The initial shock had caused her to jump slightly, though not wanting to show any fear to the new guy, she merely shrugged it off with a gruff demeanor and retorted, “Who the hell are you?”

‘The one time, the one time I have to get caught this year and it’s by the new guy,’ Lara said, kicking herself for not double checking no one had followed her.

"My name's Gareth. I was a prankster at my old school but it would appear the position is already taken here. Don't worry, I'll keep my stuff on the down-lo, for now at least,” said the unidentified gentlemen called Gareth.

‘Oh I see some competition.’ She said to herself.

“Who are you then?”

With a slight gesture of her hand Lara made the rest of the cards vanish in a puff of smoke and slowly regaining her composure walked seductively up to Gareth.

“Well my name is Lara, though what’s this about pranks…I wouldn’t know anything about such things, such awful mean things to do to my fellow peers,” she said innocently as she widened her eyes a little and let her three tails sway playfully. As she moved closer to his face, Gareth didn’t even seem to show any waver as he looked at her dead on.

“Now, now it’s not polite to lie on our first meeting like this.”
“Who says I’m lying?” she said as she moved slowly moved behind him and ran her finger along his chest.
“I do,” he said as he countered turning swiftly grabbing her gently by the wrist one minute and producing several of the cards she had used.
“What have we here, oh these are the self aware literature incantations I’ve read about, a little childish but nothing that amazing,” he said.

Realizing that Gareth had seen right through her, Lara seemed to let her defenses down and replied back: “Well I’m bored right now and I’ve saved all my bigger surprises for the end, it’s never how you start its how you finish, though not that it’s any of your concern, I have a clean record, and since your holding the evidence there’s no way you can prove I did it.”
“Well that’s true, though I highly doubt that your record is as clean as mine since we’ve both just met,”

As he said that the bell ringed for the next period.

“Well that’s the bell and I’m late,” said Lara and with that walked brisk fully of the room.
“Well the pleasure was all mine,” Gareth said in a rather sly voice as he walked out of the room as well. After getting halfway down the hallway he heard a popping sound as he noticed that his pants were lined with mini poppers, having him jump comically. Having not destroyed his pants smoke trailed from the tiny poppers leaving behind only tiny little singes. He chuckled slightly, ‘she is a little mink isn’t she? Well I suppose the game is on then isn’t it?’

As Lara chuckled walking to her next class she hadn’t noticed that all of her tails had now been colored with polka dots.

[Dr.McNinja]

Rillian/Male/Wraith


ian looked up at Gaiman for a moment, a far off look in his eyes, before responding, "Friends are always welcome, good to meet you Gaiman. As Kievara said, I'm Rillian."

A far off bell rang in the school, prompting Rillian to float to a height suited for movement, "It appears that my free period is over. I have Alchemistry next, what about you two?"

Rillian looked at his two new friends, gauging their reaction. Was he being too morose for them? Too quiet? Had he been in his world he would have practically been yelling and as obvious as if he had been waving a big sign saying, "LIKE ME!". Here however, noise and movement so common, it was hard to tell. As his thoughts wandered, so did his form. Slowly his facial features slimmed and became more angular even as his lips filled and darkened to a deep red. His robe shrank so that it no longer billowed but instead hugged his form tightly, revealing a decidedly womanly body. Coming back from his frantic musings he noticed his friends staring at him. Well...Kievara was staring, Gaiman seemed to be looking a bit to his left though his face showed surprise as well. Tilting his head, his now ice blue eyes inquisitive he asked, "What?"

My voice...it's higher..........oh shoot

Taking a few stumbling steps backwards, Rillian held up his now perfectly manicured hands, his normal whisper a bit higher pitched and worried, "We wraiths work with gender a bit different than you concrete beings do, our physical form isn't quite as important you see."

They were still staring....

Wonderful, you make a few friends and what's the first thing you do? Grow breasts.....that's gonna make a good impression.

[Drusilla]

Hey guys, one favor to ask: please head your post with the name of the character you're posting for. Sorry, I'm old fashioned...

I've got some other posts to catch up with, but I hope to post in a little while.

[Drusilla]

Regina
But you are only a lonely hunter... Now it's howling in your eyes

"Don't worry, you'll do fine." So he says. I sighed and shook my head. "It's not track, it's... nevermind."

Both boys looked at me closely. "Oh, yeah, let's just pretend like there's nothing wrong, huh? Come on, Regina, you wouldn't be acting like this if there wasn't something wrong," Avarin looked down at me. I sighed.

"OK, you want to know what's wrong? I won't tell you everything, and don't look at me like that, girls have their secrets, too, but I'm on restriction. I don't know why they bothered to make me captain if I can't run..." Avarin and Michael stared at me.

"They did what? What happened? Who-" I raised a hand to cut Michael off.

"In order to compete with other schools, we have to cut back and even out with humans, so those of us who have strengths are going on restriction. I'm not allowed to run four days before or three days after the full moon because of my power levels." Tears began to well up in my eyes, and I wiped them away with an angry hand. "I didn't ask for this, I didn't! How in Hell is this fair?! The only reason I got captian was because they pitty me. Pitty is for the weak... and apparently that's all I'm good for." Anger tore through my gut, and I grimaced at the sudden pain, my hand going to my stomach. I could sense, not really feel but sense, that my eyes had turned to yellow-green wolf eyes.

"Regina... when is the next full moon?" Michael asked quietly.

I gasped for air. I usually didn't have this... this lack of control. "Three days... maybe two, I don't know... But I shouldn't have to fight the change this soon." I looked up into their eyes. "Something is wrong..."

[Bulbasaur4]

Kievara
.: Nymph | F | Freshman :.


Kievara smiled politely at Gaiman, blushing as he kissed the back of her hand. Was this customary in this world? What actually... was custom in this world? She was so lost what was socially acceptable and what wasn't (and unbeknown to her, the same almost applied to the three of them) that she found it hard to know how to react. So she continued to smile lightly, still feeling a bit timid but feeling more comfortable as things passed on. Hearing Gaiman's pleasant and slightly english-accented voice, she watched his facial expressions with intrigue. He was different -like everyon ein this school, which made him and Rillian both fascinating. Everyone was fascinating... for things of splendour seemed more common in this world. More unique...
As Gaiman continued to talk about how he just felt a lone and wanted some friends... Kievara stood up slowly and gave a nod.
"Don't worry Gaiman, I'm sure Rillian and I will be happy to be your friends. We're all new here." Her voice was soft and gentle, and Gaiman practically seemed to lean into every word she spoke.

Suddenly the bell rang, and as it did so Rillian swiftly took out his schedule and stated that he had Alchemistry. However... as Kievara took out her schedule to see what she had next, she looked up to suddenly see that Rillian had ... changed. "What?" He said swiftly, but his voice was higher and he now seemed to be ... female. However, his female body resembled those that went to this school... he was very unique.
Rillian swiftly went into an explantation about how wraiths worked differently... which caused Kievara to nod and Gaiman had an expression of confusion upon his face. Of course, Gaiman had returned looking towards the left and away from Rillian... which caused her to almost giggle. The three of them ... dare she try to say it... looked odd.
"It is okay Rillian, everyone here is different. I like it." She gave a half-shrug of glee as she smiled again pleasantly (I keep imagining girly smiles of Kira and the girls from KH & KH2 ).
"However, my schedule says that I have... physical education." With that she blinked, "What's physical education? Do they teach you about muscle?" She looked at Gaiman as he seemed to stare at his paper blankly. He had fiddled it out... however it didn't seem to be registering. Rillian and Kievara waited for a moment, before finally Kievara stepped near Gaiman and looked at his paper.
"Ah, it says here that you have physical education too. Do you know what that is?"


[ Sorry... Gaiman is coming with Kievara. lol ]


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Avarin
.: Wolf Shadow Demonic | M | Junior :.



Avarin frowned as he listened to Regina finally pour out some of her frustration. So it seemed that Regina was being placed on restriction... due to her moon problems. For a split second, Avarin felt rather guilty... he didn't have problems like that. His problems didn't correspond to the moon.
"Calm down Regina..." Avarin said nervously as he watched as she clutched her stomach and seemed to be in pain. He didn't - hadn't- wanted to cause her to go into a breakdown of any sorts, and now guilt was clutching at his mind for prying. Maybe if he hadn't brought it up this wouldn't be happening...
"Regina, you gotta gain control... come on Regina..." Michael said, shooting a glance at Avarin who swiftly glanced up.
"The coach is gone... we're going to need some help from the nurse. She's trained with Lupin..." Michael said again, looking at Avarin.
"You're lupin too... aren't you?" He asked, as Avarin shook his head but it had already begun. Within a matter of a few split seconds, Avarin's form had shifted. Going into his rage form, Avarin would take much longer to transform... but he was skilled with his dark, full-canine form. Glancing up at Michael with ice-bitten blue eyes, Avarin gave a nod.
I'll go get the Nurse.

With that, Avarin dashed off... his black dog-like form sprinting straight into the school. He easily dodged many of the students who were walking through the hallway, some of them looking at him with a confused look while a few of the football players recognized his form. (He seemed to be one of the few that kept his blue eyes when transforming). Finally however, Avarin made it to the Nurse's office and swiftly he stuck his muzzle into the door and pushed it open. The nurse was tending to some oozing slug-like monster, but Avarin swiftly transformed back to his human state.
"Oh geezus... don't do that Avarin.." the nurse said lightly, looking at him with shock at his sudden appearance.
"Sorry Nurse Wahls, but you have to come quickly to the bleachers. Regina... she's having a problem with..." Avarin trailed off, which instantly caused Wahls to stop immediately what she was doing. She swiftly grabbed a black kit in the corner of the room and walked out without even so much saying goodbye to the slug-like monster. Avarin led the way, and soon they had returned to the bleachers.
"Regina! Regina! Wahls is here..." Avarin shouted, just as they turned about the corner of the bleachers to be in full view of Michael and her.

[Doomy_McDoomdoom]

[color=purple]Gaiman blushed quite visibly. "That's wonderful, what luck! We have a class together!" Rillian seemed to sigh rather sadly and simply muttered, "I'll see you guys later then." Gaiman didn't really register the sorrow in his voice, not only was Gaiman rather socially inept, he was also very estatic about the chance to spend sometime with his rather beautiful new acquaintance. He turned his schedule over and and folded it back up, placing it back into his pocket.

"Well, we should certainly be getting off to class as quickly as possible. We wouldn't want to be late." With that he took her hand in his, as he had been taught in his etiquette classes back in middle school. "Please, allow me to walk you to class." With that he began walking with Kievara down the hallway. Today was a great day and it was going to be a great year.

In all his life Gaiman never thought he'd be so lucky. He had spent most of his life doing nothing but have others ridicule him, and here he was. In the company of the most beautiful girl on campus and they were walking to class together. He had a friend, and he had just unwittingly made himself apparent to the girl of his dreams. He almost wished he could see everything about her, see her color. He was lost entirely in thought as they made their way down the hall, when suddenly something stopped his leg from moving.

Your typical jock stood laughing as his leg tripped Gaiman's walking and Gaiman spilled to the ground. His face and body rocked against the ground and his precious sunglasses flew from his face. Exposing the one thing that he wanted to keep hidden, especially from Kievara. He fumbled around, his patches of skin that covered were normal human eyes would be looking as frantic as they could be. When Kievara suddenly reached down and handed him his glasses.

He looked up at her. "Those guys were jerks. Don't worry about it."

Gaiman just fumbled over his words even more than he would normally. There was a certain frantic problem with the exposure of his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see me like these. I just wanted to make friends, and I understand that you no longer want to be seen with me." Gaiman pushed himself up off the ground and dusted off his clothes.

[Dr.McNinja]

Rillian/Male/Wraith

Rillian watched as his two new friends traveled off to class together. Maybe all three would be together later that day. Rillian could hope. Turning, he made his way to Alchemistry. Sitting in the magnificent lab, Rillian was soon engrossed in the intricate art of magical chemistry. They would not be actually performing any experiments until second semester, when they had all gotten down the basic laws and rules that seemed to go on and on and on for each separate element that could be put in a potion or concoction. Class sped by and, aside from a brief incident where one of the boys in the class tried to hit on him, Rillian enjoyed himself immensely. The first day of school was going better than he had expected, not that he had had high hopes in the first place. He divided that after class he would head back to the common area and see if Kievara or Gaiman were around, he had something he needed to ask them. For now though he enjoyed one of his favorite subjects and pondered how best not to ruin his friendships. He was sure he'd slip up somewhere....

No!

He had to stop letting those horrible thoughts enter his mind. He was free of the depressing influence of his home. He was!

[Bulbasaur4]

[color=silver]
Kievara
.: Nymph | F | Freshman :.



She had felt slightly awkward as she was led down the hallway, hand-in-hand by Gaiman. She had said goodbye to Rillian before they headed off, and she faintly hoped that they would have another class with him soon. She didn’t want Rillian to be sad- she had felt his dismal attitude and it rather bothered her somewhat. Still, being ushered away by such a kind creature was totally new to Kievara. Upon her old plane, she hadn’t been treated so nicely… she hadn’t been treated as if she were special.
Kievara narrowed her eyes slightly at the jock who had tripped Gaiman. As Gaiman fell to the ground, instantly the guy grabbed a hold of Kievara and held her tight against him.
“Hey little lady… how about you ditch this loser and come with me? You’re far too pretty to be around some loser like that…” With that the jock and a few of his friends looked at Gaiman and laughed. Kievara faintly remembered the jock- he was the pale faced dark-haired vampire that she saw before. Frowning slightly, she managed to tug away from him as she shook her head. Without saying a word, she bent down to Gaiman and picked up his sunglasses for him. Handing them to his hands, she quietly spoke to him.
“Those guys were jerks… don’t worry about it.” She said softly, helping him up to his feet. The jocks seemed to give her a second glance and then walk away, perhaps choosing to attempt the same routine another time. However, Gaiman’s expression was far from being happy, as he instantly went into a nervous state and began to swiftly speak again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see me like these. I just wanted to make friends, and I understand that you no longer want to be seen with me." Gaiman’s voice was rushed as he looked away from Kievara. A brief moment of silence, Kievara suddenly let out a small chuckle.
“Oh Gaiman… you are cute.” She said with a smile, patting Gaiman gently on the hand as she took it in hers. “Why wouldn’t I want to be seen with you?” She asked, slightly puzzled as she tilted her head to the side. Gaiman seemed slightly baffled, as he nervously looked up at the ceiling.
“Because… you know…” He tilted his sunglasses slightly- not so that she could see his non-existing eyes, but so hopefully she would understand. It took Kievara a while to register what he meant, but finally she spoke.
“You mean… because you don’t have eyes like anyone else?” She said, and Gaiman almost seemed to cringe at the sentence. Kievara laughed lightly again, smiling brightly as she took his hand and began leading him down the hallway towards their next class.
“Gaiman, that doesn’t matter to me. Everyone is different and unique in this school… some creatures here don’t have arms, some don’t have ears and some don’t have real bodies. Everyone is different.” She continued, until they came to the cross section between the boys locker room and the girls locker room. Stopping, she turned around and looked straight at him, even if his head was titled a little to the side yet again. “Personally, I like creatures that are different. It makes them … impressive and cute!” with that, Kievara gave a little nod and then walked away towards the Girl’s locker room. (it had stated on their sheet that they were to change into “gym” clothes before reporting to the gym). “I’ll see you in a bit Gaiman.” She said softly, giving a little wave to the air.

[Drusilla]

Note: I'm making a slight change to Regina by making her shifted form taller...


Regina
The thrill to kill, taste the blood, becoming insatiable


Maybe this is what it's like to have a seizure... I thought, my body beginning to shake uncontrollably. Avarin had run off, presumably to get help, but I couldn't follow anything anymore. Michael hovered over me, not sure what to do.

"Regina! Regina! Wahls is here..." Avarin cried, returning with the nurse in tow.

"I.... I can't... I'm sorry..." I whispered. The pain was too much, and as much as I didn't want to, I had to let go.

I had never changed at school, or anywhere public for that matter. No one had ever seen me become the monstrosity that I was on the inside. The beast was always there, below the surface, almost a seperate entity, but not quite. It thought things that I didn't think, but, in a way, it was me. Just... not.

I let go, and the pain washed over me. Except for the first time I shifted, it had never hurt. The change was an experience that couldn't be explained... kind of like having warm water of the perfect temperature poured over you, but not quite, because it wasn't as harsh. This was like boiling water was blasting down onto me, and I screamed, a harsh, inhuman sound that gave even me chills. The scream changed it's pitch, almost deepening and raising simulaneously, sliding smoothly into a howl. My hands warped, fingers elongated, nails thickening and growing into claws. Someone, I couldn't tell who, dared to get close enough to yank my shoes off before they were destroyed. The rest of me was still moderately human... I had never been able to partially change before. I didn't have the control to stop it where it was, though, and I knew that the change would finish, one way or another. It usually happened all at once, though...

Then my clawed hands and feet began to shrink again, turning to huge paws, as my bone structure shifted, joints realigning noisily. My facial structure melted, mouth and nose growing into the large muzzle of the greater werewolf, ears moving up my head, blonde hair dissappearing into long, thick silver-grey fur. My arms moved forward as the shoulderblades changed direction, my legs changing similarly, with the knee joint reversing. By now, my clothing was long destroyed, replaced by thick pelt, but nakedness didn't bother me. Lycanthropes of any flavor didn't bother with clothing except for in situations where they had to interact with the human world. Living with my parents counted as such... other lukoi had urged me to leave and live with another pack member, where I would be free to live as I should, but it didn't feel right. I was allowed to live in the territory of a pack without joining because I was so young... Though they could kill me for it. This pack wasn't for me, and I wouldn't join something that didn't feel right.

I opened my eyes, the change finished, seeming as if it had lasted forever but had only been a few moments. Shakily, I got to my feet, glancing about me. Most of the track team were standing well away, alarmed, as were the coaches. Michael had backed off a bit, but not much, standing with Avarin and Wahls. I stared at them, not blinking, waiting.

Wahls began to approach, slowly, and I stiffened my legs, folded my ears back, and growled softly, but loudly enough to be heard. Even shifted, I was almost taller than her, and a hell of a lot stronger. She backed off; I didn't want anyone to look at me right now, much less touch me. Avarin and Michael exchanged glances, but I didn't understand the communication.
~*~



[color=red]Bloody Raven
Thousands of lives with every turn of the page...


I flipped idly through the pages of a book, not really paying attention to what it was about. It was the second class period of the day and I was already bored out of my mind. I had taken classes over the summer so that I could take lots of electives this year, but, damn, sitting around as a library aide with nothing to do wasn't exactly exciting. I sighed; no one needed to study yet, being the first day, and there were no books to put back. No one to help, nothing to do...

All these kids who were rejects of the rest of society. At least they knew what society was like... I couldn't remember. I knew that I died from a very traumatic brain injury, and was animated by a powerful necromancer... but I didn't know why, or where I came from, who I had been, anything. I had three years of memory, but the previous fifteen were gone... sometimes, in my dreams, I would 'remember' things from life, but only brief snatches, nothing that filled in any important blanks. I had been a normal teen, honor roll student, lived with some kind of family, generally happy... But there were thousands of people who could say that. I wasn't really sure that I wanted to know about myself, either. Ignorance is bliss, right? Not knowing what I lost is better than mourning my life.

I sighed and pushed the book aside, sighing, and looked at the clock. Almost time to switch... then it would be time for the ever-popular first day of school lunch mania. If something or someone didn't go flying in the first few minutes, I would be shocked. The walls of the cafeteria were reinforced steel for a reason... easier to clean, and it was stronger than anything else we could get.

Just another day here at Horror High...

[Drusilla]

Hey everyone, I imagine that most of us are busy with finals and all (I know I'm getting there, I just finished AP testing last week and exams start next week), so the lack of posting is OK... just don't forget!

I was wondering if everyone here has an AIM handle; I can't get onto MSN or Yahoo! from school, so AIM is the best method for me. You can get a hold of me from 10:40 AM CST until 3:00 PM CST just about every weekday at jordisonchick13. If we could get some relays back and forth via IM for plot ideas and such, that'd be very much appreciated. Kalah has my cell number (or she did, lol), and those of you in the US can always call or text me on it at any time (even the middle of the night, but you'd better have a damn good idea to justify it! lol).

Thanks guys, hope to talk to you soon.

[Mystic_clown]

Sorry about that. I've been away for almost two weeks.

Jack Gasgett
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The tall, lanky and half mechanical form of Jack Gasgett sat at the far end of the cafeteria, his mind occupied with the pocket watch in his hand. He loved watching the gears and springs twitch at his every touch, watching htem ticking almost silently in their neverending rythem.

Others were already eating their lunch, while others were still coming. Jack had already eaten (you don't have to eat much when you're part machine), so he just tinkered with the watch until the enevitable food fight occured.

He knew a couple of the new students were staring at him (what did yo expect? He's the only half man/half machine being in the whole school), but Jack chose to ignore them. He was more interested with his work then socialising.

His eyes narrowed when someone blocked his light.

"Still tinkering with machines Jck?" Came a familier voice. Jack smiled.

"Glad to see you're still here," Jack replied as he looked up to see...

TAG to anyone wanting to talk to Jack.

[Drusilla]

Yay, I was worried about having to double-posties. Welcome back MC, I know that you were away because if technical problems; it's OK, I've been there, done that. Glad that you're back with us, though.

Let's get this show going again!

Oh, and sorry about the kind of dark turn I've taken with Regina; it wasn't my intention, but you know how it is... sometimes a character has a mind of it's own. I'm going to try to get back to the silliness now, via teen crisis!

Regina
You know what makes us howl and fight? Cool black moon in the city tonight!

"Regina!" I looked over my shoulder to see who had shouted my name. Striding across the grass was the principal, Mr. Thirteen, face without emotion, not taking his eyes off of me. I folded my ears back and lowered my tail; no way was I going to pick a fight with this guy.

"That's enough of this; Regina, change back," Thirteen asked, no, ordered as he came within a few feet of me. I looked at him with my spring-green eyes; no way he could expect that of me. Most lycanthropes, regardless of how long they've been infected, cannot change and change back within seven to twelve hours without becoming unconscious for the better part of a day. I had been known to change back without that unfortunate side effect, but there was no way he could know that, right? He wasn't lukoi; I could smell it, and no pack member would divulge such secrets to someone outside. People had been killed for saying less, even to another species of lycanthrope.

"Regina, I know you can, don't play dumb." He folded his arms across his chest and looked down at me fiercely. I looked down at the ground; I really didn't want to change back in front of everyone. It was embarrassing enough to have lost control... I hated my curse, hated what I was, and this made it worse. I had no choice, though...

I took a deep breath and shuddered, my skin rippling like water on my body, and in a burst of warm fluid I was me again. Goosebumps rose on my body in the cool morning air, and the nurse rushed in with a blanket to wrap around me as some of the boys in the field whistled and made crude comments at my expense. Michael and Avarin, true friends as always, had looked away and even had the grace to look embarrassed for me. I wasn't embarrassed, I was angry, and I glared defiantly at the track boys and snarled; silence dropped over the field quickly.

"Regina, come to my office. Coach, nurse, if you will excuse us." Thirteen announced briskly as he walked away. I trotted along after them, not looking back at the scene I had left behind.

In his office, Mr. Thirteen sat behind his desk and looked at me in silence. I fidgeted slightly; nope, wasn't uncomfortable sitting in the principal's office naked except for a hypothermia blanket. Not in the least....

"Regina, as a professional associate," he smiled slightly, and I felt better, "I have no business discussing this with you. However, as Principal, it is my duty to protect the well-being of you and the rest of the student body." Thirteen's eyes became serious again. "Regina, get yourself a boyfriend."

I choked at that one. "Excuse me, sir?!"

"Regina, you are an alpha, a young one, but still an alpha. If you continue without a mate, you'll turn Freya, whether you mean to or not. I'm sure that I don't have to explain the problem with that..."

I blushed. "No, sir, you don't... How do you-"

He smiled. "I have my ways. We've sent for some clothing for you, and then you can return to class."

"Clothing... oh, you didn't speak to my parent's about this, did you?!" I asked, panicking.

"No, Regina, your parents are human; if you wish to discuss these things with them, that is your business. As humans, they want the best for their child... but what is best for a human child isn't always what's best for a lycanthrope child. Your life here at school is separate from your life at home, as far as I'm concerned."

"Thank you, sir..." I whispered. I should have known, should have expected this... Turning Freya was not a pretty sight. It was brutal, and people (well, lycanthropes) often died. It was almost a game, but a deadly one; a female alpha lukoi without a mate would turn Freya, and the object for the males was to be the first one to catch and mate with her. The trouble was, you couldn't shift at all; doing so was an automatic disqualifier. Entire packs had torn themselves to shreds over a Freya... I felt nauseous at the thought of what could happen in a school. Gods, the possibilities....

I hated this. I never wanted to be cursed, I just wanted to be human. I wanted to be who I was, someone who fit in, was well liked, had a life ahead of them, but now, what was I supposed to do?

"Regina... remember the beauty in the beast. Focusing on the negative will only bring it to the front; remember what it feels like, how you feel free..." Thirteen said gently, resting his chin on his hands with his elbows on the desk. "Only by accepting who you are can you discover your full potential."

I stared at him; who was he? How did he know all these things? A knock on the door disrupted my thoughts; the secretary entered with a bundle of clothing under her arm.

"If you're ready, we have some clothes for you, dear..." she said, looking at Mr Thirteen for approval. He nodded. "My door is always open, Regina. You may return to class."

I thanked him quietly and left, taking the clothes from the secretary and going into the staff restroom across the hall. I glanced at myself in the mirror and tried to fix my hair. It was useless, but I wanted to try anyway. Dirt smudges on my face went ignored; there was no hiding what I was, especially not now.

Only by accepting who you are can you discover your full potential... Get yourself a boyfriend. The words echoed through my head, even though I tried to block them out. A boyfriend? Me? I thought about some of the other lycanthropes in the school, but I couldn't really think about them that way. Ye gods, I knew no one looked at me that way. I was too loud, too obnoxious...

Here goes nothing... I thought, walking out into the hallways in a new set of clothes, much like what I had been wearing earlier, a t-shirt and cut-off jeans. Lunch was in full swing, and while I didn't feel like eating, it would be nice to have some friendly company... if I could find any that would have me.

Stop thinking like that! I scolded myself. Surely, one of these guys... I glanced at the boys I passed in the hallway, feeling absolutely silly. What am I supposed to say, 'Excuse me, the principal says I need a boyfriend, will you go out with me?' The thought was laughable, but the idea was not. I couldn't afford to turn Freya... no one could. I couldn't force myself on someone, though.... Why does everything have to be so difficult?!

Reaching the cafeteria, I looked through the doorway into the teeming masses and shuddered.This is what I have to choose from... dear gods, someone help me...

[Samchu]

Gareth
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I headed down the corridor still chuckling to myself over my meeting with Lara. She was...interesting would be a good word I guess. To be honest I was happy for the welcomed challenge. Pranking an entire school is enjoyable but whilst you're competing against someone else...well...that was a real challenge, and this one certainly seemed worthy of my talents. Yes. I would nejoy competing with her very much.

A few minutes later I bumped into my sister on the way back from her chemistry class. Her eyes drifted over my singed pants and a look of 'what the hell' crossed her face.

"I had an encounter with the school prankster," I told her with a shrug.

An amused grin crossed her face. "A little competition. That should prove interesting for you."

"You could say that. How was chemistry?"

"Dull," Eida replied yawning, "although, there's a hunk of a guy in my class. He's on the football team. I figured you could -"

"Put in a good word?" I finished, raising my eyeborw slightly. "Do I need to flaunt your reputation anymore than you do?"

"Just do it will ya? I'll pay you back if you finally manage to pull a girl."

I gave a disgruntled snort. "Whatever. You have class?"

"Nope. Just gonna walk for a bit. You?"

"Free. Gonna head to library and look some stuff up."

She just sighed and shook her head. "Well have fun." Our paths crossed and I distinctively heard her mutter the word nerd under her breath. I just smiled and shook my head and carried on walking.

On the way to the library I rounded the corner to the principal's office and crashed - quite unintentionally - into a young girl coming round the other way. As I helped her to her feet, apologising repeatedly, I noticed that she was dressed in nothing other than a blanket. I didn't want to begin to ask myself why that was and quickly looked away as it seemed the most respectful thing to do. I appologised again and she muttered something, probably an acknowledgement to my response, then we both continued our seperate ways.

The library was empty - I had my assumptions it would be. Well...empty except for this one girl who was sat staring absently into a book. I stared at her for a brief moment, having never come across a zombie before. She soon noticed my gaze and I covered up my actions with a quick smile and a friendly wave before heading off to the shelves in search of information. Somewhere I was bound to find something about this school, a piece of history that could help me to identify potential targets. I'd finally found myself a worthy opponent and I was eager to make sure that I had a headstart at this game.

[Bulbasaur4]

[color=royalblue] Sorry I haven’t posted, I just didn’t see an opening for Avarin. ^^;


Avarin
.: Wolven Shadow Demon | M | Junior :.


Avarin watched helplessly as Regina was led off by the Principal and the nurse. He stood there motionless for a moment… before glaring at nearly everyone on the track team who was outside. Anger gripped him for a moment- a daring wolfish flash that streaked across his ice-blue eyes. What had happened to Regina was horrible… not only did she lose control, but she exposed herself to the entire track team. Avarin knew that soon it would be all over the school… and he definitely knew that Regina would be nagged by the fleeting memories of this day. There was nothing worse than losing control of yourself… changing into something that you don’t want anyone to see. It was a constant reminder… of what you disliked, of what you even hated at times…
“I know… I know what that’s like…” Avarin whispered to himself.
Michael looked over to Avarin, having not heard quite what Avarin said but Avarin swiftly began walking away.
“Hey… Avarin where are you going? The period isn’t over?” Michael said, no doubt having his whole thoughts about the incident. Avarin looked back at him and instantly the wolfish glare in his eyes had subsided. Instead he gave a nod and a smile.
“Got some stuff to take care of… we’re not doing anything important here. Make sure everyone behave Cap-itan!” Avarin mocked with a grin before heading off to the locker room.

Avarin changed slowly in the empty locker room, his mind swimming with thoughts about the occurrence of events. The whole ordeal today had reminded him of Italy… back at home, where he used to have so many things known to him. Of course, he came here… came here because I had to, because it was some thing required of him and the clan. Still… despite being in a different country, there were echoes of recognition and memory everywhere.
Soon the bell rang and Avarin swiftly finished changing and headed out into the hallway. He was quite hungry and swiftly went into the cafeteria with much hustle. Getting his portion of food (which was usually more than anyone else, thanks to his wolfish metabolism), he swiftly sat down by a few of his fellow teammates from football and track alike. While of course there were a few girls… most of them being girlfriends or ‘love interests’ of the guys, it was a male-dominated table. Of course, at least they weren’t all bull-headed like a typical jock was… Avarin tended to stay away from those sorts.
Eating his food, his nose caught the scent of someone familiar as he looked up to see Regina- looking a bit roughed up and lost in the cafeteria. She had similar yet different clothes on, but he sensed her outlandish feeling. Glancing around the cafeteria, he saw a few track members bend in and whisper about the events- as if they were reminded. Of course, it wasn’t like the entire cafeteria noticed- the place was much too big for that.
“Hey… Regina.” Avarin spoke up quietly yet loud enough for her to hear. She turned her head towards him and he motioned to an empty seat near him. She seemed to accept this and with her food, joined him. Her expression seemed wrought with worry as she seemed to be in a daze, which caused Avarin to ponder. Soon Michael joined them as well, seeming to be cheerful – mostly for Regina since they both seemed to sense the situation.
“Hey Regina, what’s on your mind?” Avarin inquired quietly, as Michael nodded- glancing over at a few tables.
“Don’t let others bother you Regina… they’re just being stupid.” He commented, glaring at a few of the girls.

[Doomy_McDoomdoom]

Gaiman moved clumsly into the locker room. There were creatures of all shapes and sizes, some he could not even see clearly because of their material composition, but he knew that of all these creatures he certainly would not shine physically. He had hoped that he would be able to perform well here to possibly impress Kievara, but that was nothing short of an impossibility with this class. There were those that had nearly beastial forms, and others that simply appeared to be muscle. When they were all asked to file up in a single line to enter the gymnasium Gaiman looked frantically around, and found a rather frail being with a lack of heartbeat and moved behind him instantly in the line.

They moved out into the gym and met with the girls, and everyone was asked to sit and listen to gym teacher ramble on about some safety in the gym and the purpose of the class. Most everyone simply sat in their place but Gaiman instantly broke from his line the moment he could sense Kievara, her smell was enough to bring him around, not too mention she was talking and Gaiman could pick her voice out of a crowd of millions.

He moved out of his line rather clumsily and entered the girls row, making his seat on the ground right next to Kievara. "Have you ever taken a class like this before?" He asked. Of course she has you idiot. Everyone takes this class Gaiman beat himself up mentally for a little while when Kievara smiled and replied. "Yes I have, but I think this one might be different from the other ones that I am used to."

The gym teacher yelled for attention before going through his entire rambling of physical performance being an important part of every beings life, especially the lives of some of those that are under the classification of hunter. This class would consist of various training sessions followed by rigorous tests going over those physical tasks that were being trained.

"I am not the best at sports and rough games...but this might be fun. A good chance to rough around and what-not" Gaiman smiled cheesily, trying to make a pathetic display of masclunity by proclaiming his love for physical sports. He actually hated them, but he didn't know exactly what Kievara might want to hear, and his greatest concern right now was not messing up socially in front of her.

[*Duke*]

-Lara Rhinelander-

With a punch to the left and then to the right, Lara countered with a roundhouse kick into the punching bag. Physical education always helped Lara work out the frustration she had with her school day. If it was running, jumping, lifting, throwing or so on, her problems just seemed to disappear. Her current frustration was a guy named: Gareth. After meeting him, she became a little too frustrated having been caught. Usually when caught by either teachers or other peers she would get excited at the idea, playing on her ability to mask the truth and manipulate it to her will, this gave her the largest of thrills. Though encountering such a guy like that, it just stirred something within her. The way he acted and behaved it seemed he was used to behaving the same way, and something about that just seemed to tick her off. As she countered with a left, she whipped a little sweat from her brow. Hearing the bell for gym class to be over she made her way to the girl’s locker room.

For some reason the polka dots attached to her tail seemed to change color every time she tried to wash them off. Deciding to not let his little prank upset her she thought to make them appear as a fashion statement. After getting changed, she saw the next class coming in, Kievara being one of them. A sudden reminder of her former plans jolted her back into reality as she put her new rival on hold. Slamming her locker shut she put herself in the path of the young nymph.
“Hiya!” she called out.
“Hello,” Kievara said softly, as she had a glazed look about her eyes, as if her thought was elsewhere.
“So you have gym now?” Lara asked.
“Um…yes, as far as I know,” Kievara said.
“That’s great, having you been making any new friends without me?” Lara said with a mock hurting sound to her voice.
“Yes actually,” she said with a sound of cheerfulness.
“Really now are any of them cute?” Lara asked trying not to seem to hang on Kievara’s every word.
“Yes, there’s one guy I met and he…”
“Don’t say another word,” Lara said as she seemed to dip her hand into her backpack, “I have just such a thing to get his attention.”
With that she pulled out from her bag a black and pink frill corset.
“Wow, that’s very lovely, I can’t accept this,” Kievara said.
“It’s a gift, as a friend it’s just a little token, besides your cute little friend might like to see you in it,”
“Well I don’t know if he…” before she could complete her sentence Lara seemed to cut her off.
“…Well, you’ll have to tell me how it all turns out, until then I have lunch.” As she moved towards the door she finished with “And you’ll have to introduce me to all the guys you’ve met then later.”

As Lara proceeded to go from gym to lunch another idea flashed through her mind, what would the first day of school be without a food fight?! With that an evil grin seemed to come across her face as she formulated a plot in her mind, realizing the old saying of killing two birds with one stone if Gareth showed up as well.


-Micheal Rhinelander-

Micheal didn’t know what to do, what to say to anything that had just happened. It all seemed as if it were some sort of dream. Like he was watching it all on TV, safe being in the back of his head watching all the current events unfold around him. Where once Regina stood, was now a creature of fur, fangs and claws, he had never seen one up close, though Micheal took this form as one of the lycanthrope. As faculty of the school rushed all around her, Micheal looked back at the bleachers to the still assembled track team. After hearing about the harsh restrictions being put on Regina, he felt even worse for the attention that her transformation might cause. It didn’t seem right at all, Regina couldn’t help who she was, this was how it was and everyone just had to deal with that.

As the new principal Mr. Thirteen approached, he began to yell at her to transform back and for some reason, the hulking lycanthrope seemed to obey without question. Besides seeing the transformation in books, he knew next to nothing, he didn’t even know if her transformation was that of a lycanthrope to begin with. He never seemed to have asked or inquired more, though now that he had seen Regina transform, he needed to look up such a thing, making a mental note to take a detour to the library after the meeting. As he began to see the hints of Regina transforming back, Micheal turned his head in the opposite direction, a slight blush warming his cheeks as he avoided looking at Regina. As the nurse quickly wrapped her in a blanket, Micheal lifted his wings a little to try and obstruct the view of the male students in the bleachers. Apparently this still didn’t stop some of the males from whistling and commenting on the blanket covered Regina.

Feeling even worse for her, he could see her being walked off the field by the faculty. When she finally entered the building, Micheal looked to Avarin for any explanation as to what might have happened, but merely heard mumbling as he seemed to collect his thoughts as he seemed to be getting ready to leave.
“Hey… Avarin where are you going? The period isn’t over?” Michael said, as he noticed a wolf like prow less to him. With a moment of silence the feeling subsided as Avarin seemed to return with a nod and smile.
“Got some stuff to take care of… we’re not doing anything important here. Make sure everyone behaves Cap-itan!” Avarin mocked with a grin before heading off to the locker room.
‘Great, that just leaves me then,’ Micheal thought as he collected his thoughts and made his way back to the bleachers, he decided to make a statement to both the girls and the guys.

“Quiet down. You know as well as I that we all come from a world of differences in who we are and what we are. We cannot change this. It is in these differences that we discover who we truly are as individuals. This gives us strength and pride in ourselves to overcome the desire to conform. If we are to become a team we have to put egos aside and not let these differences alienate us from each other. There is strength through unity and if we are to over come we must become a family, all of us. Keep that in mind.”

With that Micheal headed off into the locker room and decided to hit the cafeteria for lunch, making a note that afterwards he would hit the library to find out a little bit more about Regina.

[Samchu]

Gareth
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My free period of studying over I retreated to the cafeteria to check out some of my other periods during lunchtime. My mind was already spinning out a variety of different possibilities, with food fight being at the very top. Nothing kicks of a semester like a good ol' fashioned food fight right? Hell it was one of the most common and widely used pranks...I paused, so widely used that I bet Lara would be more than eager to kick things off. I waited, watching my classmates entering inside. A few more minutes ticked by and then, I don't know exactly how she pulled it off but she got that fight started in record time. I watched a sloppy joe smash against the door window, leaving a trail of grease behind it as it slid unceremoniously towards the floor.

I smirked and headed round to the cafeteria's second entrance. Time to make an establishment here. I paused Eida on the way and warned her off of entering the cafeteria in case of flying foods. Arriving at the second entrance, I cracked the door open slightly and poked my head inside, surveying the situation. The fight was in full swing, no doubt senior staff was already on the way to break it up. I had to strike quickly, before my window of opportunity closed. I spotted Lara nearby, absorbed in the chaos she had willingly created. I snuck over to the food counter unchallenged and drew together a concoction of various foods in to a single bun, then I headed for Lara.

Creeping up behind her, I made sure to avoid her still colourful tails and wrapped my arm about her shoulders. "Nice bit of chaos you got here," I whispered to her, "but I think you're losing your touch." I brought my self-made food bomb down on her head, watching an explosion of mayonnaise hitting the person beside her. I laughed at the sight, a cruel thing to do at her expense but it was just too much fun. "Caught you out twice now. That's gotta hurt."

[*Duke*]

-Lara Rhinelander-

"Caught you out twice now. That's gotta hurt,” Gareth boasted as he hit the girl wrapped in his arms, though little did he realize that what he really had hit was a stuffed version of her. Having realized she might have encountered someone like Gareth or anyone that might implicate her, she dressed in a hoodie, sweat pants, and baseball cap during gym to distract others from noticing her.

Moving past her brother and his assembled friends, she made her way towards the halfway point between the Jocks and the Goth side of the lunchroom. After grabbing a nearby cup of apple sauce and a cup cake waited for two representatives of each side to turn their head. When doing so launched each piece of food at each other, causing them to start arguing and sent globs of matter and pieces of food towards each other. With food flying in each direction Lara made sure to sneak off to an area towards the second entrance, towards one of the food counters and set up the doll next to her.

Seeing her brother in the mix, he seemed to be trying to calm down the others launching food at each other, only to find him splattered by ketchup and mustard, with pieces of hamburger launched on his head. With his wings outstretched so, it seemed almost as if he was protecting someone. It was then that she saw the glimpse of a girl dressed in a t-shirt and some cut off dreams. Her hair seemed a little frazzled, though Lara had no idea who she could be, as a pork chop came whizzing by her.

Chuckling as the chaos unfolded, she saw a flash of movement from the door out of the corner of her eye. Deciding not to noticed, she turned her head to the opposite side only to hear Gareth’s voice boasting about catching her in the act again, dropping some kind of collection of food on her decoy’s head.

Standing next to the dummy globs of mayonnaise did splatter on her, but at least it was better then takes a mass of food stuffs to the head. With a quick turn to face her rival Lara pulled the rope in her hand and sent a bucket of chocolate syrup come tumbling down on his head. Sensing the oncoming syrup bath, Gareth dove to the left and just seemed to get his sleeve stained.

Cursing in her mind, Lara lifted herself up and looked down at her lucky adversary.
“Well if you wanted to play with my little dolly I could tie her up in a bow next time,” she mocked as she dodged a handful of spaghetti.
“I wasn’t much for playing with dolls, that was more my sister’s game when she was four, so was starting food fights.”
“Oh really now, yet again we seem to come to a point where both of us seem to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, it seems that the two down there are just having an argument, I just happened to be here…”
“…with an exact decoy of yourself, if I didn’t know any better, I would have assumed you were expecting me, I’m almost touched,” said Gareth. As he lifted himself up, he seemed to pick up a discarded handful of Jell-O; Lara kept the hidden cup of pudding behind her.
“Well I don’t know why I would consider you and adversary, when there’s nothing to compete against, though being friends would be beneficially incase we get into situations like this again,” with that moving each other’s hand in a token of friendship, behind each others back they charged to hit each other with their hidden collection of food. As a grin seemed to crack from each others faces, two pies flew straight at them.

“Surprise!” both seemed to yell in unison, as a blueberry and apple pie hit them square in the face.

[Drusilla]

BWahaha...

[color=#ff0080]Regina
There's no reason, no lesson, no time like the present!

I shrieked as I ducked a flying plate of something; I really didn't want to know what it was. "FOOD FIGHT!!!" I screamed over the rising volume in the cafeteria, and all Hell broke loose. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Michael's little sister in the midst of something; I wouldn't be surprised if she was partially guilty for initiating this. I didn't care, though; anything to get my mind off of this morning was good.

The other girls at the table, mostly cheerleader types, were huddling under the table itself, scared out of their minds. I stood and hurled a tray aimlessly into the chaos, only to be brained from behind by a plate of mystery meat; supposedly brains, but probably chicken. Cheap bastards. The plate shattered and fell to the floor, which was saying something for a plastic plate. Sure, I was hard-headed, and in more ways than one... the impact had barely even hurt, though whomever had thrown it had a good arm.

The geomancers began to move into the room with their clay golems; through trial and error, administration had found that the only possible way to control mobs at this school was to use enforcers that couldn't feel. Clay golems were cheap, too, and easy to clean up in case someone got lucky and splattered one. Otherwise, they were pretty durable, and one good geomancer could control a handfull each. I threw myself out of the way of one golem that was heading directly to the mess in the center of the room, colliding forcefully with the table and getting a good round of screams from the jocks' girlfriends who were still pretending to not be here.

"Well, that was... invigorating..." I snickered with a gleam in my eyes. I ran a hand through my hair and pulled little bits of whatever-it-was out with a grimace. "Nasty... Anyway, who's ready for last period? I've got algebra... icky stuff, that."

[Drusilla]

I've finally gotten pics; I have more, but my Mac is being a bitch, and I could only get one to attach to an email, since I couldn't even upload to my server directly. I don't know what's going on... Anyway, here's that one photo, and I'll post the others later.

Bloody Raven and Duckie