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Lucas Valor | Rugaru | 16 | Sophomore | FC: Harry Styles | OPEN

Like all Rugaru’s, Lucas has a craving for human flesh. It’s his second year at the academy and he has been learning to control his urges more and more. He’s a carefree guy and befriends people quickly. He likes a good party and enjoys making people laugh. You would never guess that  under all that charm is a carnivorous flesh-eater. 

Lucas’s parents divorced when he was young, leaving him to take care of his sickly mother and younger sisters. He didn’t think that going to the academy would help anyone and he insisted on staying at home. However, his mother pleaded with him and he finally gave in.     He wasn’t used to the strict rules, but he found the classes interesting. It turned out that he didn’t know basically anything when it came to his kind.

He doesn’t like that the humans won’t accept him as their equal, but he doesn’t hate them either. He understands the fear that they have because they’re different. All he wants is peace. 

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Demetri Castor | Vampire | 17 | Junior | FC: Hunter Parrish | OPEN

Demetri is utterly confused. Even with his heightened senses as a vampire, he never knows what’s going on around him. It’s not that he’s unintelligent, because he can be very smart in certain topics, he’s just unaware. He spaces out a lot; in class, during meals, occasionally even during conversations. It irritates most of the other students, but his close friends shrug his odd behavior off. Nobody is really sure of where it originated. There weren’t any tragic events in his home while growing up. It’s just the way he is. 

Demetri was bitten by a vampire when he was only ten years old. Never having to deal with this sort of thing before,—being as they were both mortals—his parents couldn’t quite understand what they were supposed to do, but they tried their best to make sure he was never treated any differently. When he was fourteen, he left to find the academy. He didn’t want to be a burden for his parents any longer. They begged for him to stay, saying things like, “We’ll work it out,” “We’ll get through this,” and “We won’t let this define us.” As if it was about them! Despite being frustrated and wishing to drop all contact, he still keeps in touch with them. He writes them letters and updates them on his life, mostly leaving out events that could provoke questioning, or telling white lies to keep from seeming suspiciously boring. Overall, he loves being at the academy and wishes to call no other place home—As if he could. 

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Parmenia Sprout | Ghost | 14 | Freshman | FC: Amandla Stenberg |OPEN 

The name Parmenia means “intelligent”, and that’s exactly what she is. When she was alive, she was tutored by the most learned philosophers in her kingdom. Yes, kingdom. She was the daughter of a Duke and, therefore, very valuable. Value was her downfall, in the end. A group of men who despised her father captured Parmenia and killed her in an act of spite and jealousy. Wanting to make a statement, they took her in the night, and carried her to the woods just outside the walls of what she had always called home. Her body was found by her father on one of his early morning walks, and no expense was spared for her funeral. The kingdom mourned for weeks, unable to deal with the loss of such a young life. 

Parmenia wandered endlessly for days before stumbling upon Pupille de la Mort. The Headmistress welcomed her with open arms, and was glad to receive such a prestigious individual. At the academy, she helps the professors. History teachers come to her for validation of certain facts that were recently discovered. She’s adored by everyone on campus, as they find her intriguing and kind—the true daughter of the Duke. Though, there are a few people who hate her; they are jealous of the amount of love and attention she receives from the student body. This doesn’t affect her. She believes all are equal and intelligent with their own privilege to earn respect. Parmenia is kind, considerate, and acts responsibly; It’s simply in her nature to be courteous and polite—giving everyone a chance, ignoring whether or not they truly deserve it. 

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Iris Lowe | Fairy | 16 | Junior | FC: Michelle Trachtenburg | OPEN

Iris is the most spiteful girl at the academy. If she doesn’t like you, she will make your life a living hell. She’s fake and feels superior to everyone. The only “friends” she has are people just like her. Revenge is right up her alley; she’ll help you get it for the right price. She doesn’t tolerate stupidity and she’ll do anything to get what she wants.

Iris was “Daddy’s little girl” when she was still living with her parents. She fought with her mom constantly and lied her way into her father’s heart. To him she was innocent and naive, but as soon as she was out of his sight, she returned to being Satan’s Prodigy. She feels like she deserves the universe and becomes frustrated when she doesn’t receive it. Some students go out of their way to avoid her, but others aren’t afraid to break her face. They’re simply waiting for her to pick a fight with them. 

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Adrian Myles | Rugaru | 17 | Junior | FC: Nicholas Hoult | OPEN

No matter what, Adrian is always stoned. He doesn’t know how to be anything else. There is no other way to cope with what he is. Though, nobody could begin to understand. If he isn’t high, he isn’t happy. The drawers in his room are filled with a range of narcotics, from minor weed to LSD. The Headmistress has warned him numerous times about his addictions, but he doesn’t care. It’s not like he’s human—he won’t die of an overdose, but he wouldn’t mind that, either. No one really knows where he gets his supply from, and they don’t really care. He’s the go-to guy on campus when you need your fix. Still, somehow, he always has enough to get himself through the day. 

Adrian is really chill and unless you touch his stash, that’s how he’ll always be. It’s not a problem to share, as long as you have the cash, but if you mess with something you’re not supposed to, he’ll flip. He doesn’t care about school or how the humans see him; it is as if the only thing of importance is his supply. From time to time someone has to force him to eat and shower and just take care of himself, which is worrisome for his friends. Although, someone has to do it. His parents were extremely strict when he lived with them, causing him to act out and do everything they told him not to. That’s how his addition started. His parents disowned him when they found out, sending him stumbling toward the academy. 

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James Sullivan | Psychic | 15 | Freshman | FC: Niall Horan | OPEN

James enjoys flaunting the fact that he’s a psychic. He thinks it is the coolest thing in the world, and toys with others as often as he can. He’ll snoop into their personal thoughts with no regard towards their feelings, as long as it provokes a good reaction, or laugh, from everyone else. It may have never occurred to him that it would annoy the other students, but it does—it really does. But that’s their problem; he’s just looking for some recognition for his ‘Fantastic’ abilities.He’s a bit arrogant, and it is near impossible for him to stop talking. Of course, he’s a freshman, so this much is to be expected—Along with flirting with the upperclassmen and missing the hint that they’re not interested. What he needs, more than anything, is for someone to give him a reality check… A swift kick in the behind. 

James’ psychic abilities didn’t kick in until later in his life, so he isn’t completely used to having them yet. This is all the more reason to ‘Practice,’ or use his advantage all day, everyday, without halt. His parents had originally worried that something was wrong with him, and they were afraid he would be treated differently by the other kids, especially the more experienced psychics. On his thirteenth birthday, he read his first mind; it was only his mother’s, dealing with deciding what she would be cooking for dinner, but he was so ecstatic that he told everyone he knew. He felt like a superhero. His parents were relieved with the acceptance from his peers, and made a note to send him to Pupille de la Mort Academy when he came of age. 

My Application for Pupille De La Mort Academy

"Daphne, come sit next to me!", a redhaired girl said across the room, waving cheerfully, patting on the big chair next to her. Melaina and a bunch of other girls sat in the back of the Theatre, half watching two of her male schoolmates play a game in co-op on the huge flatscreen, half chatting about easy topics. Today had started out as a happy day, the sun had woke her up right two minutes before her alert would have. Even her math homework, normally provoking severe headache, was at least a bit understandable today, which is why she was finished earlier with everything today and could go to the Theatre without any bad conscience. There surely were the common rooms to hang out, but the Theatre was her favourite, as she could meet both her girl and her male friends here, sit in comfy chairs to sink in and watch a movie in the evening.

Her roommate walked towards her slowly and really sat down on the place Melaina and pointed out to her, which made her smile even a bit wider. Today was such a good day, she almost felt like bursting from all the joy inside her. “We were just talking about the good weather we have since Sunday-“, Melaina started filling Daphne in and then stopped. Talking about the weather? Talking about the weather is typical smalltalk. Smalltalk is boring. Suddenly, it felt like the yellow balloon of happiness inside her was poked hart with a needle and bursted, letting all her guts violently fall down in her belly. Who just thought that? Or was that just something she remembered having heard some time ago? Was she… boring? Her hands started shaking a little and Melaina felt way too cold than she should in the well-temperatured room. She was boring. Her vision started to become blurry from the tears that started to dwell up and a thick lump appeared in her throat. Don´t cry, that´d be stupid, she thought loudly to herself. But what if she was boring? Hastly, the girl tried to look at her friends, tried to figure out how they looked- bored? But her eyes weren´t able to see clear anymore. Desperate, Melaina closed them shut, one tear escaping, concentrated on Daphne´s face and forced herself into her thoughts.

"Oh God, please not again."

For a second, there has never been more or louder noise in Melaina´s life, but then, slowly, the noise faded, until it was hard to hear. However, something else appeared, someone else. And then the shaking began, from her feet to her breath, everything started shaking, as she had been thrown in a pool of ice water. Her limps became stiff and Melaina felt dizzy, felt less and less. The other her was there again, she could feel her watching. The other her peacefully turned around, looking at the outside world and vanished. And then Melaina wasn´t anymore.

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