Absinthe wore a knee-length black dress and platform knee-length boots, her hair a light green in color and her eyes over-accentuated with black eye shadow and mascara.  Her lips were thickly covered in black lipstick, and her skin was a carefully-crafted pale.<br/><br/>She drifted into school on this her first day and had immediately found a small gaggle of like-minded pale-skinned people to talk to.  It was wonderfully depressing, and she was feeling happy to have found a group with which to commiserate.<br/><br/>She had to go to class though, she was on thin ice with her parents as it was and grounding would play hell with the social life that she was planning to have this year.<br/><br/>They had, of course, ignored her wishes (no one understood her!) and put her name as Misty.  She made a face, and trudged to her first class.<br/><br/>She arrived, a carefully-set dreary look on her face.  Her mood brightened slightly when she saw that she was seated near someone named Calliope.  There was a name!<br/><br/>Setting her face once more to a carefully morose look, she went to her seat.<br/><br/>She looked at the young man sitting near her out of the corner of her eye, and pretended to be disinterested in his athletic build and good looks.  It wouldn't have done to be caught actually looking at someone like that! She had a reputation to invent after all.