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.