((Feel free to make a template for your character if you want, I'm just going to go ahead and make the first post.))
After a night of hunting, Asher had made his way back to the house that he and his adoptive family shared. The first thing that greeted the dark-haired male was a note taped to the front door. Went hunting. Will be back this evening. The fancy handwriting belonged to his adoptive mother. He was curious as to why they had not accompanied him the previous night, but perhaps they were interested in something other than what Asher had been hunting. He opened the unlocked door and, at an inhuman pace, made his way to the second floor to the room that belonged to him. He quickly gathered the supplies and clean clothing that he needed for school. Which he caught a look at himself in the mirror. Asher knew that hit was unnecessary for him to look in the mirror, knowing that he had not had a bad hair day in nearly eighty years. It was the same face that he had seen every day since his transformation. His amber eyes looking back at him. It indicated to other vampires of his diet, which consisted of human and animal blood. His features sharp, but still had a bit of boyish charm to them. Lips that were full and a pale pink color. Thick hair that was an inky black color that he had inherited from his biological mother. Pale skin that was clear of any acne or blemish. It had been quite a shock when he had first looked at himself after his transformation. While he knew that he had not been ugly as a human, he knew that he looked nothing like he currently appeared.
After a few seconds, Asher looked away from the mirror and quickly got ready for his day. He made sure to check that the black clothing he was going to wear did not have any dried blood stains on them. Asher, unlike others in his family, was a rather clean eater. However, that didn't stop him from ruining his clothes with bloodstains. He made his way downstairs at an inhuman pace and towards the garage of the large house. As he entered the garage, he noticed that only one car was left: the latest model of a black Lexus IS. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at his adoptive family. So much for blending in. He thought as got inside the new car and started it. Within a few moments he was driving down the road at, what would most say was, a reckless speed. However, he had never been caught by police doing radar or had an accident driving a vehicle. It did not take Asher long to drive to his new high school. It was obvious from the few dilapidated buildings that the school was pretty old. However, it looked as though the school had gone through some renovations over the years. The adobe-colored stucco attested to the fact that the school had gone through a renovation in the last ten years.
Asher drove into the student parking lot and parked in one of the few left over spots. The dark-haired male would have to remind himself that he should probably show up to school earlier than this if he wanted to get a better parking spot. For now he would have to make up an excuse for being late, perhaps saying that he had gotten lost driving to the school. As he entered the main building of the high school, the front office was to his left and was only separated by a glass wall divider. Inside he could see two women in their early forties, going about their duties as school staff. The young man opened the door to the office and walked him. Their blood was the first thing that hit Asher's nose. However, he had grown so accustomed to his thirst and the smell of blood that it didn't bother him much. "Hello, I'm a new student. I was told to come here for my schedule." He greeted the women with a small, charming smile. Both women stiffened at the sight of Asher, know doubt they had never seen someone like him (especially in their small town). "Hi, I'd be happy to help. Your name?" The women closest was the first to recover. "Asher Rosenthal." He nodded before turning to look through the windows of the school.
The first thing upon visiting the school was the various scents of different people. While the school was not particularly large, it was still attended by a few hundred students."Mr. Rosenthal... Mr. Rosenthal." The woman was attempting to garner Asher's attention. "Sorry, I'm easily distracted." The young, at least in appearance, man gave the woman a charming smile. "Well, here is your schedule. If you misplace it, please feel free to come back here and get another one." She stated. The vampire's eyes scanned over the document once, knowing that it would not be necessary and it only took one look for him to memorize it. "Would you please point me in the direction of my first class? I would not want to make a bad impression on my teacher for being late." Perhaps it was the whiteness of his teeth or the sound of his voice, but the woman stared at him for a few seconds without saying anything. "Ma'am?" He couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, I'm sorry. Perhaps we are both easily distracted." The woman apologized, a puzzled expression spread across her face. She was wondering why her attention seemed so fixated by Asher, and the vampire knew. "If you go down the main hallway, you will take the second right hallway and the class should be on your left." She had managed to say all that, so perhaps she wasn't entirely distracted by Asher's presence. "Thank you, ma'am." He gave a small smile to both of the women before making his way to leave the front office. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle, knowing it would be quite a bit of time before people become accustomed to his appearance.
The dark-haired male made his way down the hallway, noting that he was the only one walking down them. I guess class has already started. He thought with a shrug. It didn't take Asher long before he had found the classroom. The door was no doubt locked from the inside, Asher knocked on the door gently. The door quickly opened to reveal a middle-aged man standing there. "Hi, I'm Asher Rosenthal. The front office informed me that this is my first class." His eyes scanning over the man's face.