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STUDENT INFORMATION FORM
Title/Role: THE QUEEN BEE V1
Name: Genevieve Schmidt
Aliases: Jenny
Age+Grade: 17+Senior
Hero or Villain? Hero
Species: Faerie
Faceclaim: Snejana Onopka
Appearance: Jenny used to be your typical bitchy, popular, beauty queen faerie-hair like spun gold, eyes like the summer sky, and an expression of cold disdain lodged permanently on her delicate, elfin features. She had a pair of slender, gossamer-like wings that she was especially vain about-like butterfly wings, but impossibly thin and dainty, with a very ethereal quality to them. She was red Bentleys and smoky shades covering tired eyes with a pair of perfectly-glossed lips and designer shoes to match.
Nowadays, she's gotten a lot paler (deathly pale, some might say) and she's lost her wings (comes from being a zombie. Can't be avoided). Her eyes are ringed with black-perhaps it is rotting flesh (inevitable for all zombies, especially if they aren't being sustained by regular blood sacrifices)?-though her expression is just as perpetually disdainful as before. There are discolored blotches dotting her skin and bags under her eyes, which she tries to cover up with layers and layers of make-up, and something about her just seems...distant. Like she's not totally there.
Jenny's aesthetic is definitely very typical for a faerie-anything expensive and anything way too high-end for a high schooler to own is basically all she wears. Her closet is nothing but designer gowns and suicidally-high heels and pricey make-up (though it's quite frustrating how her perfume can't completely cover up how dead she smells. And her foundation and concealer never last long enough to hide the spots of rotting flesh on her face).
Likes: the wings she used to have (she was so vain about them), Cass Valentine (in the way that a wealthy heiress likes a butler who brings her tea), social media (she's the Bitchy Rich Popular Girl TM. Of course she likes social media), strong absinthe (helps take the pain away, these days. Though she's got to watch the calories), whites and pinks and pastels, designer gowns, designer shoes, designer handbags, designer anything (barring stupid things like designer pencils, of course. Wait, no-she likes designer pencils too!), she sorta liked her loyal minions but they could be annoying (AKA the underclassmen who basically worshiped her in hopes of increasing their own popularity), used to be obsessed with being popular (nowadays, she doesn't care much), her Spot on the senior patio (even Wilhelmina is too chicken to sit there without her approval), make-up, high heels, glitz and glamour, anything that's unreasonably fancy or expensive for little to no reason, being in charge or in control, feeling lighter-than-air (from hunger or from undeath-it makes no difference), successfully completing a fast, modeling (or the thought of becoming a model, anyway), people who get straight to the point (she has no patience for people who uselessly skirt around a topic), punctuality, people who have a keen eye for small, specific details, being bossy, doing what needs to be done, practicality and productivity, being obeyed without question, power and having power over others, being wanted, losing weight and going down clothing sizes, being the center of attention, being photographed
Dislikes: being a zombie, her immediate family (meaning her step-mother, father, and older sister), drab/dull colors (they're so boring), Wilhelmina Wistmore (that fucking bitch), people who can't take a fucking hint (no, you random disgusting werewolf football player-you may not have her number), gaining weight (she's deathly-afraid of it, actually), being viewed as insignificant, being "lesser" to other people, people who can't just straight-up tell her what they're trying to say (they're just...annoying), crybabies, small children (Jenny is so not the person you'd want babysitting your three-year-old), when somebody/something ruins her hair/dress/make-up/shoes/anything, really, anything she considers "cheap" (AKA anything that's not 5-star hotel quality), cheap knock-offs (she can always tell), sloppiness and messiness, the Hero High cafeteria food (the dorms are...nice. The food? Not so much), brains (she knows that she's a zombie and that she's supposed to like them, but they're gross. So much fat. Can you imagine how many calories are in one serving of human brains when they're, like, 60% fat???), not being able to fly/not having her wings, the fact that she can't model anymore, the fact that she always has to be wearing sunscreen/large hats in order to go outside in the sunlight
Personality: Jenny Schmidt is vain, vain, vain-that much is obvious. She's drop-dead gorgeous (quite literally, hehe...oops. Too soon?) and she knows it. She is quite notorious for her cold-as-ice stares; they're enough to send even the toughest of werewolves running. She has always quite firmly believed that it is better to be feared than loved (though she's been reconsidering this belief, nowadays), and she has always been rather haughty and aloof. Jenny is perpetually annoyed at something, though she rarely makes rash decisions because those take so much...effort. She's rather apathetic to most things, holding herself above others with a cool indifference, though there are certain subjects-such as her family-that you do not want to bring up in front of Jenny. Jenny is impossibly snooty, and really, really mean, when she wants to be (she's just generally not a very nice person), to the point of being absolutely vicious (trust me on this-werewolf claws have nothing on the metaphorical claws of teenage queen bees. Nothing).
Beneath the sheets and sheets of ice and glass that make up Jenny Schmidt, however, lies a certain deep-seated need for acceptance and validation, especially that of her step-mother and her older sister. Jenny idolizes Lavinia and Lucretia, and although she can't say that she truly loves them, she feels the need to at least make them recognize her talent. Jenny is constantly seeking their approval, and when she doesn't get it, she often resorts to rather self-destructive habits (such as water fasting for a week while going to cheer practice every single day, and consciously knowing that she will probably pass out yet going ahead with it anyway). Jenny is also very insecure about her looks, and absolutely terrified of gaining weight. Her relationship with food is definitely not healthy, to say the least.
Jenny has vowed to never show anybody that side of her, however. She hates being seen as weak or vulnerable-she hates being seen as anything other than the perfect ice queen she's presented herself as. After she was Raised from the dead, though, it's been getting harder and harder to keep her composure.
But she will try, and she will succeed. Because there's simply no other option.
Biography: "You'll need to shave two inches off your waist if you ever want to walk in a big-name show. I'm not just going to sign you on just because you're my daughter, Genevieve."
Jenny turned around, startled. She was standing in front of her floor-length mirror, topless, a measuring tape wrapped around her midsection. Her mother had somehow come in behind her without her knowledge.
Lavinia Schmidt, a world-famous supermodel (amongst the right circles, that is. Usually the non-human ones) and founder and owner of Lavinia Models, Inc. strode into the room, her icy blue eyes running critically over her daughter's slender frame.
"Stand up straight," she ordered, pressing a hand against Jenny's upper back and tilting her chin up. She examined her daughter the way that a art collector would examine a painting that they were considering adding to their collection.
Jenny waited with a bated breath.
"You've grown," her mother said, finally. "An inch? An inch and a half? What does that put you at, five-eight?"
Jenny nodded, trying not to let the eagerness show. "Five eight and a half."
Lavinia appraised her daughter, again. "You have my genes," she said. "You have the right legs and the right height. And you have my wings." She put her hands around Jenny's waist, and frowned. "But you're not thin enough. Don't let my good genes go to waste."
And with that, Jenny's mother-Lavinia Schmidt, world-famous supermodel and ice queen extraordinaire-spun on her heel and walked out of Jenny's room.
Jenny glanced at her reflection, glumly. Her mother was right. She needed to deal with her disgusting thighs and her shapeless waste. 'Two inches, she said?' Jenny thought, checking the measuring tape. 'I can do that.'
She furrowed her brow, deep in thought. She hadn't gained weight after her first year at Hero High-she'd made sure of it-but what was she eating? Too many carbs? Too much sugar? Too much booze?
Jenny slipped her gauzy shirt back on, her gossamer wings sliding easily through the openings in the back. Had her mother ever told her sister the same thing?
Lucretia-Lucy, to friends and family-was a model, too. She was over ten years older than Jenny, and everybody said that she would be as successful as her mother. She was also starting her own clothing line, and dating one of the biggest names in non-human and undead fashion: Victor Blanc, a famous faerie fashion designer.
Jenny sighed, a tad morosely. Would she ever live up to the expectations of her mother, after everything that Lucy had done?
Jenny wrinkled her nose. She didn't really like Lucy. She was too much like their mother.
Lucy Schmidt had been the most popular girl in school, when she was at Hero High. Captain of the cheer team, student council president, homecoming and prom queen...you name it, Lucy was it. Her mother decided to add Lucy to her agency's roster before she was even done with junior year, and while her peers were stressing out about exams, Lucy was flying to Paris and L.A. and Milan and Shanghai for castings and shoots. And she'd walked her first Fashion Month during high school, as well.
Jenny wrinkled her nose, again. It was so unfair. Why did Lucy get to be so perfect?
Jenny wanted to be a model. She wanted to be a supermodel, like her mom and her sister, with all her heart. And if that meant eating less chocolate, then so be it. And while most 14-year-old girls eventually give up on that aspiration, 14-year-old Jenny refused to. She would do it. She would do whatever it took to make sure that she didn't let her mother down.
"You know, Jenny," one of her "friends" at school had said, earlier that year-"have you ever considered something besides modeling?"
Jenny had thrown the other faerie her infamous ice-cold glare. "Like what?" she'd retorted, incensed. "Something lame like pottery? Isn't that what you're doing?"
The girl had turned bright, bright red, and a satisfied smirk had slipped onto Jenny's face as she strode away, gossamer wings sparkling in the sunlight.
Really, though. What was that girl even talking about? Her whole family was in the industry (save for her father-he was a plastic surgeon for all non-human species. Which was still sort of the "industry", to be frank). Her mother was a retired model and the owner of a modeling agency. Her older sister was basically a supermodel, and she was getting into fashion design, too. Her uncle was a photographer for Vogue (the human version), her aunt a booker and creative director with Victor Blanc (she'd introduced Lucy and Victor, actually), her cousins reporters and writers directly involved with both human and non-human fashion, and her great-uncle had been a successful designer himself. She had no choice beyond becoming a wildly-successful model, just like her mother and sister and cousins. And then maybe also becoming a wildly-successful designer, or actress, or dancer, or something like that.
And so Jenny cut calories and carbs. And she was kind of miserable-who wouldn't be, if your stomach literally hurt so much that just breathing sends stabs of pain through your entire body?-but she told herself that it would be worth it. It would all be worth it when her mother signed her on to her agency, when she walked her first show, when she became a star.
Just like her mom. Just like Lucy.
And in time, those two inches came off Jenny's waist. And another ten pounds dropped off her frame.
Her hair began to thin and she was always cold-it was a cold that reached all the way deep down into her bones. And she would feel hunger ricochet through her empty stomach during class, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except getting signed, then walking her first shows and becoming wildly successful like her sister and her mother and the rest of her entire goddamn family.
Meanwhile, Jenny's "popularity"-if you could truly call it that-soared. As she got older, she got skinnier. And it seemed like as she got skinnier, she was more popular. Never mind the fact that she couldn't even tell the girl who was supposed to be her best friend (friend??? More like frenemy) what she was going through her head. Never mind the fact that she felt like passing out after cheer practice and that sometimes she felt dizzy with hunger when she woke up. None of that was important, not compared to what her future held if she could just be perfect.
And then...sophomore year. Tensions between her mother and father had been escalating since, well, the day they got married, but after almost twenty drama-ridden years, the two of them had a very messy (and highly publicized) divorce. And her father got custody of her, and her mother basically told her to never contact her again. And there went Jenny's every hope of being signed at her mother's agency.
Fortunately, her uncle-the one who worked for Vogue UK, in the human world-was sympathetic to her plight. He made a few phone calls and encouraged Jenny to go to an open call with various modelling agencies around the human world during her junior year. Jenny took his advice, and she was on the verge of getting signed with a well-known agency when she, well, died.
Whenever Jenny thinks about how she died-by the hands of Wilhelmina Wistmore, that (literally) back-stabbing bitch-white-hot anger and scorching black rage burn inside her, clawing up her throat and choking the air out of her lungs. She wants to scream, to yell, to screech-
-but she's too...tired.
Wilhelmina had her eyes on Jenny's throne, she knows. Jenny isn't stupid. And Jenny knew that Wilhelmina burned with jealousy...but Jenny didn't much care, because she was the most popular girl in school, not Wilhelmina.
But then Wilhelmina killed her. Stabbed her in the back with a knife from who-knows-where. And what happened after she died is really kind of fuzzy, but when she next opened her eyes, she was lying on a hospital bed, wearing a thin gown in a gross shade of vomit-green, and her wings-her lovely, beautiful wings-were gone.
Jenny knows how Cassius Valentine keeps her alive. She knows what he can do. She wonders why he does it, sometimes. It's not like she was ever nice to him. It's not like she ever even noticed him. And yet, there he is, helping her stumble back to her dorm as the energy leaves her limbs, injecting some sort of life-sustaining drug into her bloodstream every evening, pouring water down her throat as she sits there with a glazed expression and lifeless eyes.
Everything is different, now. After she got out of that human hospital, Jenny went into her agency's building to take digis, but her left leg-from the knee down-straight up fell off as she was recording her walk. Now that was a messy affair; Headmistress Eirisse ended up coming in and wiping everyone's memories, before scolding her for exposing herself to the human world and taking her back to her dad's house (where Jenny subsequently found that her father had married a woman maybe 5-6 years older than her while she'd been blacked out in a human hospital).
Jenny doesn't know what she's going to do. Life without modeling is, at least to her, meaningless. She has no interest in the sciences, or mathematics, or languages. Her entire existence, up until now, was modeling. And the gods know that Lavinia Schmidt won't ever take on a model who's a zombie-even if that zombie model happens to be her daughter (who she doesn't want anything to do with, anyway).
Besides-her family is no true family. Both her father and mother know plenty of powerful and influential necromancers, after all, seeing as they're quite powerful and influential themselves.
So the question remains: why didn't they have somebody Raise her after she died?
OPTIONAL EXTRAS
Rumors/Romantic Interests: Before she died, Jenny knew she was basically asexual, though she dated quite a few upperclassmen when she was in 9th and 10th grade. Nowadays, Jenny has no interest in dating at all.
There are definitely a ton of rumors surrounding her re-appearance, and although many students suspect Wilhelmina was the one who killed her in the first place, most people just assumed that her parents got a necromancer to Raise her. People speculate whether she and Cass are involved or not, though Jenny hasn't said anything and Cass vehemently denies it every time.
Extracurriculars: used to be the captain of the cheer team and the president of many, many clubs. Nowadays, she doesn't do much outside of go to class and accompany Cassius Valentine to whatever nerdy clubs he's in.
Favorite and Least Favorite Class: Jenny's favorite class is probably just her Drawing and Painting class, on the account of it being zero work at all. She also likes study hall, because normally she can just ditch (and if not, well, all she has to do is stare into space until the bell rights, right?). Her least favorite class is....everything else, but especially zombology (it's like bio, but for zombies. Yuck).
Class Schedule:
-Practical Skills for Zombies IV (PRACTICAL SKILLS)
-Controlling the Urge to Devour Brains (PRACTICAL SKILLS)
-Remaining Physiologically Intact 101 (PRACTICAL SKILLS)
-Drawing and Painting (ART)
-Zombology (BIOLOGY/PRACTICAL SKILLS)
-Physical Education IV
-Study Hall
STUDENT INFORMATION FORM
Title/Role: THE NERD (NPC)
Name: Cassius Valentine
Aliases: Cass, brace-face, four-eyes, basically any other nickname that the jocks like to give the nerds in cliche high school movies
Age+Grade: 15+Sophomore
Hero or Villain? Hero
Species: Mutant
Faceclaim: Cameron Boyce
Appearance: A pretty scrawny boy for his age. Wears horrendously thick glasses, ratty t-shirts, baggy sweat-shirts, and hole-y jeans on a daily basis. Has literally no sense of fashion whatsoever.
Likes: video games, DnD, all sorts of animals, coding, robotics, National Geographic, reading, superhero movies, recognition, old 2000s shows and movies (especially from Disney/Nickelodeon/Cartoon Network), French fries, indie music
Dislikes: being forced to dress nicely, when he loses his glasses, the way that contact lenses make his eyes feel all itchy, stereotypical jerkish jocks, being "uncool" or "unpopular", being the odd one out, excessive social media use, annoying pop music/trashy rap songs
Personality: awkward, nerdy, geeky, perpetually nervous, very good at memorizing things, very good at analyzing/processing things from an objective point of view, pretty dense when it comes to people's feelings, has a hard time expressing himself in a coherent manner, kind-hearted, loves video games and acquiring new knowledge, shy, timid, reserved, very quiet, hates being the center of attention, gets really embarrassed really easily, comes off as extremely apologetic, rather calm and level-headed if he knows that he can handle a situation, kind of a goofball if he's around people he's familiar with, a total goody two-shoes
Biography: Cassius Valentine was born to a perfectly normal family. He has a mother and a father who are perfectly human, as well as three older sisters who are also perfectly human. His parents are unaware of the existence of non-human species and do not know that Cass is a mutant, which he is perfectly fine with. Cass discovered his abilities in middle school, and he caught the attention of the headmistresses when a news story covered his "uncanny ability" to learn new things (Cass didn't tell them that he can absorb factual information through skin-to-skin contact, though. He's not an idiot). The headmistresses told him what was going on and told him the importance of keeping his abilities a secret from his family, then sent him off to the Academies (his parents think he's at an elite boarding school on a scholarship).
Cass had always been a bit of an outcast, but at Hero High, the feeling of "not belonging" was more acute than ever. His classmates all knew each other from middle and elementary school, but Cass was an outsider coming in straight from the human world. He quickly faded into the background when the other students realized that he didn't really have much to say (nor did he have a particularly flashy ability, like Jay Zhao) and that he was a stickler for following the rules.
From the moment that Cass laid eyes on Genevieve Schmidt, he knew that he was in love-which was quite problematic, as he knew that she would never even give him the time of day. When he heard of her death towards the end of his first year at Hero High, he was devastated. This was also around the same time that his life-force transferring abilities were beginning to manifest. Cass practiced his new ability for a couple weeks, then took a chance-he managed to smuggle Jenny's body (gross, I know) through the portal into the human world, where he Raised her from the dead and called 9-1-1, saying that he found her collapsed on the side of the road while he was going out for a walk. Jenny was rushed to the nearest hospital, which happened to be the university hospital that his father worked at. Due to the fact that Cass had not completely mastered his ability to transfer life-force, it took a few weeks to stabilize Jenny's condition and another few weeks for her to wake up.
During the time that Jenny was in a coma, the doctors and medics at the hospital realized that she wasn't quite...human. Although Jenny's wings had shriveled up and died with her body, there were still slight indications of her faerie nature, especially in her DNA. Cass managed to stall and divert their questions, though he knows that his tactics will not be able to hold them off forever.
Now that he's started his second year at Hero High by accompanying an undead girl everywhere he goes, Cass doesn't know what he's going to do. He thought that Raising Jenny and having her finally notice him would make him happy, but for some reason, it's...not (Jenny doesn't really say anything to him, you see, and she doesn't seem particularly happy). In any case, Cass has no choice but to continue going forward. He can only hope that everything works out alright.
OPTIONAL EXTRAS
Rumors/Romantic Interests: As one can imagine, there are so many rumors that say Jenny Schmidt and Cass are dating (and Cass doesn't really know what they are, and he doesn't want to put a "label" on it until Jenny says something, you know? If she ever does say something?). Some students believe that Cass had a hand in Raising her, which makes Cass nervous. Other students believe that he stole a love potion from a witch and gave it to Jenny, which is why she stays with him. It's all very dramatic and tangled up and Cass just really doesn't want to deal with it right now.
Extracurriculars: An inter-Academy gaming club (there are like two members, including him) and various other nerdy pursuits (coding club, robotics, etc)
Favorite and Least Favorite Class: Computer science (it just makes sense, you know?) is his favorite, while Physical Education is his least-favorite (his ability isn't very, well, useful, in such a class)
Class Schedule:
-Practical Skills for Mutants II (PRACTICAL SKILLS)
-Physical Education II (PHYSICAL EDUCATION)
-Computer Science
-Zombie Biology/ "Zombology" (BIOLOGY)
-Heroic World History (HISTORY)
-AB Calculus (MATHEMATICS)
-Spanish II (WORLD LANGUAGES)
-Transcendentalist Literature (ENGLISH)
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