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Julian the Dead Person

Bit of Town Back Story

In Julian's town, it's a bit different then your every day ghoul story. The rules of the ghouls apply too everyone, and everyone respects that. The living know that the dead get hungry to, so the criminals are left on the street. Usually, Ghouls will just eat them and leave the good kids, like Jule's to live and die of old age. However, when a criminal is eaten, it tends to keep its nature, which in this case was hating the rules, and having a need to break them. Those Ghouls are usually kept in the research center, in an empty white room, adorned with black curtains to block out all the sunlight. This will cause the criminal ghouls to become pale, and easily notable.

Ghoul Biology

There are 2 kinds of Ghouls, regular ghouls, and sub-ghouls.

Sub Ghouls (This is what Julian is) Kkeep a pale gray skin tone, due to the fact that they don't munch on brains. Their hair also tends to lose a bit of luster after death as well. Not that they can eat brains. The instant they are labeld a sub, brains will cause them to get sick and keel over quickly.
They also are unable to defend themselves due to the inability to eat brains, or human flesh.
Sub Ghouls don't blink, unless they think about it constantly, nor do they breath.

Normal Ghouls
Since they eat brains and human flesh, they keep a nice peach skin tone, they blink regularly and blend in with humans perfectly, making them devastating predators if they choose to be.

Both receive new bodys which are clones of their olds ones, being the odd ball the Julian is. He chose to keep his in a freezer box. You know, just in case he needs to fake his death. Again.


Julians Commentary Yes, I have a say in this to you-- you... Erh...
Right, reality is, dead guys actually don't catch many breaks in this town. It kinda sucks a lot. I spend most of my day just goofing off around the town really, the chicks avoid me, the store owners kick me out. It's freaking wonderful. And yes, if you can't tell I'm being sarcastic. I have been able to catch up on my reading though, that's really the only good that's come of this. Outcast in school, outcast everywhere. Oh, did I mention the boys at the research facility want to test me? Yeah. That means throwing me into a white room until I go insane. My mum wants me to go, but I refuse. I really don' think she knows to much about those places, even if her friends work in the one down the road. Man. This is really the pits. Eh. Least I have my sciences!
(Julians a Real Science Nerd, Its annoying for all parties involved.)

This is Julian Kohl. He never had the best of luck really, first being pegged as the nerd at school, and then failing the Ghoul course, you know, the stuff that you don’t normally go through. He was only 17 at the time, pity really. He had green eyes and thick tussled ginger hair. Very Irish looking. If you where to compare him to an animal, you’d instantly think of a mouse or a rat, mainly because of his pointy nose. He wore glasses for the longest time, but after his death he didn’t really need them any more. Julian is also a vegan, which really never earned him any points with the jocks & his fellow dead.

The root of his troubles began on a sunny morning in his small town, he was at the park re-reading “An Idiots Guide to Constructive Criticism” when an odd grunt pricked his ears. He glanced around, and then returned to his book. A thud from behind, he turned and looked. A man was hovering by him with a twisted grin.“May I help you sir?” He asked politely, estranged by the mans strange expression.“Yes, Yes you can” The mans grin grew wider, revealing sharply pointed teeth, and a lolling tongue. Julian instantly rose, and tossed the book in the mans face, he simply shook it off and began to approach him with a long stride.“It won’t hurt a bit, I’ll snap your neck first… Its so very… Thin..” The man lurched forward his breath stank horrendously. Julian stepped back, gasping for fresh air. The man took another step, and his foot landed on the pile of books that had been waiting to be read. He toppled, landing hard on his back, the thud snapped Julian out of his blank gaze, He turned and began running, his glasses had long been flung off. The man was up and chasing, ready to dine the instant he got hold of him. Without his glasses, Julian couldn’t see more then an inch past his nose. His feet slapped the pavement hard with each stride, nearing closer to the edge of the parks lake. Without realizing it he bounded off the bank, and landed in the water with a loud splash.

He couldn’t swim, he had never bothered learning, and after all, the only water in his part of town was the lake. Luckily, neither could the ghoul. He floundered, and sank to the bottom of the lake.

Ghoul Rule One: If they die indirectly your still killed them.

Julian woke to the tapping of a pen; he was sitting in a large leather chair with a woman who appeared to be a secretary across from him.“So this is hell? I expected more fire” Julian scoffed; he really couldn’t be bothered to care. The ladies lip twitched a bit, and then she spoke with a nasalized voice“No, Sorry Hun. Your in Ghoul School” She picked at the brown lump the rested on her nose, she looked a bit like a crooked old witch. Julian bashed his head down on the table; he no longer needed glasses to see however, which could have been seen as plus. From his down faced position he mumbled“What is needed to pass? I was top of my class… when… errh..” He stopped talking. The lady responded in a drawl“Well…. First off you need to devour a brain….” Julian shot up immediately, and glared“There is no way, I will eat a brain.” His voice was full of disgust and had a strange pause in between words. The desk lady scrunched her face and tapped her long red nails on the mahogany desk.“Did I say It was optional?” She moved her hands as if she was swishing water back and forth and a paper appeared.“No, but I am well aware of the fact that I do not eat meat.” Julian paused and made a face of disgust, tongue hanging out of his mouth for affect. “ Just send me were I belong and you can find your next brain munching zombie.” The secretary smashed her hands on the table, and flared her nostrils.“We. Are. Not. Zombies. Don’t even compare us to that mindless rotting-scum the concept sickens me. We are Ghouls.” The woman paused “Now, sign this paper and you’ll be on your way. Its an easy course.” She shoved the paper towards Julian and a green pen appeared in his hand. “No.” He flicked the pen back and smirked, resuming his crossed arms position.“Well… We can’t actually send you anywhere. Since Hell doesn’t take ghoul deaths, I guess you’ll just be trapped as a Sub-Ghoul forever.” The paper disappeared as the woman turned around. “Toodles.” She said it with no emotion, and no affliction on her words. A perfect monotone if they’re ever was one. There was a click, a whoosh and then a gust of air. Julian instantly disappeared into the black wind tunnel.

Ghoul Rule Two: You can’t be a vegan.

Julian woke on the edge of lake he had fallen into. He glanced around, still completely lost as to what exactly was going on.“I suppose this means I have a second chance?” He though to himself, grinning he returned to the park bench. “ I no longer need glasses! This is wonderful!” His mind was rushing, around all the new found joys of getting a second shot at life. He snatched up his hoard of books and decided to return to his house. He saw no one on his walk home, and assumed that the Ghoul from earlier must have chased them all as well, or something of that sort.

Ghoul Rule Three: When Your Dead. Your Dead.

“Mum! I’m home!” Julian yelled as he opened the door, he mother walked out of the kitchen to greet him, only to scream and snatch the knife on the cutting board. “Mum?” Julian was backing up once again, “What’s wrong Mum?” He glanced around, hoping to spot whatever had terrified her so much.“You. Look at you. Your dead! And you’ve come home to eat your own family!?” She shrieked, tears welling up in her eyes. “Get Out!” She howled, voice crackling as her voice rose. Julian quickly turned and glanced in the mirror, he froze, staring at the new pale gray tone of his skin, and the deep rings that cut around his eyes. His arms went limp and he dropped his books.
“I’m dead! Good Lord! I don’t get a second chance! I’m going to rot away!” He broke into hysterics, adding to the volume that was already being thrown out by his mother. He collapsed on the floor into a ball, now silent aside from the sniffling. He lay there as his mother just stared. She broke the silence as she strode over and sat down next to him.
“Julian.” Nothing but sniffles
“Julian.” A snot slurping noise
“Hon, Your not going to rot”
Julian glanced up, eyes bright red and face stained he squeaked out
“Really?”
“Yes, Hon, Ghouls don’t rot. I don’t know why your skins such an odd tone, but you’ll be okay.” Ms Kohl pulled her son off the floor and rested his head in her lap, gently stroking his hair with warm hands. “We’ll get you some cover up, and maybe contacts, your eyes are a very striking shade of green now…” She petered off, talking quieter as she went on, his sniffles had long stopped, consoled by the gentle voice of his mother. The sat in that way for fifteen minutes, maybe more, Julian raised his head and then stood up, once again staring into the mirror. He dragged his hands down his face, the skin didn’t move a bit.
“Did my skin go through rigor mortis or something?” He asked, mindlessly, not expecting an answer.
“I don’t know, we’ll need to check out the research center. You’d best avoid them” His mother got up, and placed her hands on his shoulders, Julian was never as tall as the rest of his family. He only reached 5’9’’ before he stopped growing, and his slight slouch from being leaned over reading didn’t help much at all.

Ghoul Rule Four: Blending in is Key.

"There! Good as new!"His mom stepped back and looked over her handy-work.
“I feel like a fag.” Julian complained, staring at his shiny new pink completion.
“No, you look like my son again, It’s better then looking like one of the criminals” She tapped her lip and placed her hands on her sons shoulders and squeezed
“You need to catch the bus!”
"There is no way I'm going to school like this!" Julian protested as he was forced out the door.
"You are. No one will noticed, you know that.” His mother soothed, Julian grumbled as he pulled away from his mother and headed to his little car. It was a convertible beetle; inherited from his father it was a cream color. Julian got in a headed to his school, realizing he would be the only dead kid to ever set foot in a school.
“Heh. I guess I’m special now.” He smirked and turned up the radio, some old song was playing. ‘She's witch of trouble in electric blue…’ Julian tapped the wheel as the eerie tune played.

Ghoul Rule Five: Tune in, Turn on, and Drop Out.

Julian entered the school with his bag over one shoulder, he started around the corridor leading to his locker, not blinking at all, not taking a breath. The girls all stared a him, and he worried. Had his mother given him bright pink cheeks? “Ehmm.. Your Julian Kohl Right?” A petite brunette asked, he large amber toned eyes reflecting in the school hall light.
“Yeh. Whatcha want?” He responded as he pulled his math book from his locker.
“You look.. Different…” She paused “Not just the lack of glasses…” And then leaned in, examining his face more closely.
“Your wearing cover up!” She burst out laughing and snatched the water bottle that was resting in her locker. “Lets see what your hiding here…” The brunette cackled as she soaked him with the water. The thick layering of powder ran down his face, revealing deep grooves under his eyes and his gray skin. The girl stood silently, watching his soft pink fade to a pale gray. With one hand free Julian quickly flicked the contacts out of his eyes, if he was going to go down as the first Ghoul in the school, he would do it right. The girl snapped, she shrieked and then ran aimlessly away from him. As he followed her with his eyes many faces turned to him and grew to be equally pale. They just stood, staring, eye burrowing into Julian. Each of them studying him for his next move. Would he turn and devour the stumpy fat kid next to him? Would he smash the lockers? The high school kids really had no idea what to think, or how the Sub-Ghouls worked. Pandemonium. Papers flew, feet smashed, teens toppled, and Julian sat in the center of it all. As the chaos moved out of the hall he was located in a school councilor approached him from behind. He placed his hands on his shoulders, unaware of what had caused the outbursts. He spun him around, the councilors sleepy eyes grew wide almost instantly.“You dead or just real sick boy?” He asked in a thick southern accent, raising his left eyebrow as he did.“Dead sir. I’m still a vegan however so, I won’t be enjoying any fine dining.” Julian responded promptly, the man relaxed.“Son, I do believe its best if you leave. Ghouls got no need for school you see? You really can’t get much of a job lookin like that.” The man let his hands fall to his side, and then pointed to the door with his eyes. Julian sighed, and then nodded in disgruntled agreement.


The wonderful afterlife of Julian, or at least, how it began.