Teacher Appication

[admin]

Hello, there!
You must apply for your character in the normal registration section of the site, and after that fill out this form to become a teacher.

Teachers may not be younger than 20 years old. If you are a student, you may not apply to be a teacher.

Available Positions:

• Dance

[/s] michelle junko princeton
[/li][li]Social Sciences & History[/s] zahra payami
[/li][li]English & Literature[/s] aldys isabelle boucher
[/li][li]School Counselor [/s] ricard brady smith
[/li][li]Art
[/li][li]Sewing
[/li][li]Music
[/li][li]Mathematics
[/li][li]Science
[/li][li]Biology[/s] varun thurathumaly
[/li][li]Domestic Studies
[/li][li]Doctor[/s] dr. ludvig von bakken
[/li][li]Gardener[/s] vincent james snape
[/li][li]Groundskeeper[/s] vincent james snape
[/li][li]Croquet
[/li][li]Fencing
[/li][li]Equestrian Studies[/s] odile sophia guillory
[/li][li]Swimming
[/li][li]Tennis
[/li][li]Etiquette[/s] claudius alfonse gruenewald
[/li][/ul]

Please use this form to apply:

[b]Full Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Subject you wish to teach:[/b]
[b]Second Choice:[/b]
[b]Third Choice:[/b]
[b]RP Sample:[/b]


[aldys isabelle boucher]

Full Name: Aldys Isabelle Boucher
Age: Twenty-five
Subject you wishto teach: English & Literature
Second Choice: Art
Third Choice: Music
RP Sample: "Miss Boucher frowned ever so slightly, but was able to conceal this involuntary display of emotion inside a blank smile, as she slowly marched towards the trouble-maker in the back-row and stood beside her. Despite the professor's height (or lack thereof) Aldys Boucher made it crystal-clear she would suffer no disturbances while explaining the weekend's assignment.

Miss Boucher sighed, closed her eyes and stroked the bridge of her nose with two fingers, as if trying to dispel a headache. The girl sitting in front of Aldys was still continuing to gossip with her chums, so Miss Boucher let her gaze wander around the classroom for a little while. Then she reached for the nearest copy of "Middlemarch", winking a mischievous eye, and slammed the book loudly against the unwitting gabbler's table. After the shock-effect this had on the poor girl subsided a tad, Aldys tilted her head and said "You will pay attention, Miss de Groot, or I will have to aim the next blow of written information at your head." Scattered bouts of mirth broke out across the classroom, but the visibly amused professor told them to settle down or she would have to order everyone to smack the student on their left with a novel of the late Mister Eliot."

Disclaimer: This post includes some God-moding in the sense that otherwise I would give the other players the chance to react, and not simply assume their actions. But let's say this is a past event, as there is no student named Miss de Groot, at least to my knowledge! I am also well aware of how George Eliot was actually a woman named Mary Ann Evans.

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[michelle junko princeton]

Full Name:Michelle Junko Princeton
Age: Twenty-four
Subject you wishto teach:Dance
Second Choice:Music
Third Choice:Mathematics
RP Sample:[With some made up characters!]

Junko sighed and looked out the window. Today was going to be a long day, she could just tell. After classes were finished, she had to go to an audition for some modern dance performance. She hadn't been practicing her modern dance as often as she should have, but with any luck, she would score this minor role and put a little bit more money in her pocket. She bit her lip and fingered the edge of her white dress, imported straight from Japan. Yes, she definitely needed more money this month.

Pulling herself out of her daydreams, she pressed 'play' on the speakers. A gentle waltz filled the air, and the girls in the class started to move. Junko wandered through the dancing bodies, carefully expected each and every one. When one was doing well, she allowed them a smile and a nod. But when she stopped on Stephanie, one of the less graceful girls in the class, Junko stopped and frowned. "Hold yourself higher!" she exclaimed, coming up right behind the young girl and pushing at her ribs. "You're slouching too much!"

Stephanie stopped and cringed. "But Miss Junko, I'm leading! What does it matter if I slouch or not?"

Junko put her hand on her hip. "Real ladies don't stop being ladies at any moment. You must keep your back straight when you dance. If you don't, you'll only end up dancing worse and, more importantly, hurting your spine. Here- watch how I do it."

Grumbling, Stephanie stepped aside for Junko to take her partner's hand. With practiced ease and grace, Junko led the girl in a quick series of steps and turns, holding herself completely straight and regally. After a few moments, she stepped away and nodded back to Stephanie. "Now do it again. But this time, do it better."

[zahra payami]

Full Name: Zahra Payami
Age: 24
Subject you wish to teach: Social sciences and History
Second Choice: Domestic Studies
Third Choice: Science
RP Sample: Zahra slammed open the door to her empty classroom, perhaps a bit louder than she meant to, but it still got across the point that she was angry. She stormed across the white tiles of the room, past a green chalkboard and a whiteboard to her brown, old oak desk, which was near the room’s only two windows. Zahra’s heels clicked like gunshots across the floor with each step she took. She was clearly angry and had not had a good day, because she had to send a student to the headmaster’s office for walking into and out of her class several times.

With a click and a bam Zahra let her black bag fall on to her desk. A few papers slipped out of one of the bag’s back pockets, reminding Zahra that she still had to grade yesterday’s history exams. That was definitely not one of the things she had planned to do today, but she knew it needed to get done. She sighed and took out a bright pink pen. Today was going to be a long day, and Zahra already felt the beginnings of a head ache coming on. She just hoped that no students or teachers would come into her classroom while she was working.

[vincent james snape]

Full Name: Vincent James Snape
Age: 23
Position:Gardener/groundskeeper?

RP Sample: Knead, knead, knead.

Vincent awoke to his face being mushed around by tiny kitten paws. "Mrrgh? Tim, stop that," he muttered, gently moving Timothy off of the pillow. Opening one eye, he glanced over at the alarm clock. In the pitch dark, the bright red analog numbers read: 5:30am.

"Ugggh." He rolled over and pulled the covers up over his head.

Knead, knead, knead.

"Timothy," he grumbled, pulling the cat from off his head, again, and trapping him between his chest and arm. The kitten mewled in protest and nipped at his hands, but to no avail. "Forget it, Tim. If you can't behave, you're staying right here with me."

That seemed to stop him for a while.

....

.....

Knead, knead, knead.

[dr. ludvig von bakken]

Full Name:Ludvig von Bakken
Age:20
Subject you wishto teach:Teach? He's the school doctor
Second Choice:But he teaches Biology when needed
Third Choice:And Anatomy
RP Sample:
"What is the meaning of this?" Ludvig cried out at the scene in the courtyard. To see two students fighting was completely unacceptable. It was the ultimate err of human nature. To use hands meant to heal and study to inflict pain and suffering, this would not do.

The students did not refrain from fighting. He stepped between them and let his face take one of the punches, already coming in midswing. Now standing between them, the two students stopped throwing punches. He looked at them both with warning eyes. The two students took a step back. One looked down to the ground, ashamed of what he did.

"What was so vorth fighting over?" he asked eyeing them each. None of them decided to answer.

"Very well, if you cannot identify what is worth fighting over, I vill show you. You vill both report to the nurses office. You vill be starting with assisting me with sewing the other's wounds. Then, you vill be getting into uniform. After a week, perhaps you vill know what is worth fighting for."

[varun thurathumaly]

Full Name: Varun Thurathumaly
Age: 25
Subject you wish to teach: Biology
Second Choice: Chemistry
Third Choice: Sewing
RP Sample: "Hmmm, four out of ten. What grade is that again?" Varun wondered aloud to himself. He flipped through a notebook until he found the page he was looking for. "Aha!" He picked up the exam he was grading, drawing a nice, big, pink frowning face on the top right corner. "So sorry, Miss Addelay, but the eight Noble gases do not include King Oxygen and Queen Hydrogen." He set that exam to the side and picked up another, his face mimicking the sad face he'd just drawn on his student's test.

So many papers to grade. So, so boring.

"Snack time!" He announced happily, jumping off the couch. Papers scattered everywhere, but he paid them no mind. He'd clean them up after his snack break. Or maybe tonight before bed. Or tomorrow.

On second thought, a little clutter never hurt anyone. He could pick them up when it was time to return them to his students.

Varun vaulted over the coffee table and headed towards the door. "I hope there's cupcakes." he mused aloud. He grabbed his velvet jacket and, still in his stocking feet, dashed out the door of his room. He really was in the mood for any delicious confection. Something with lots of icing. And sprinkles.

Maybe he'd wait to finish those papers tomorrow.

[alaric nicolas keznov]

Full Name: Alaric Nicolas Keznov
Age: 21
Subject you wish to teach: Psychology (he can teach Biology if the Biology teacher is sick)
Second Choice: Sociology
Third Choice: Mathematics
RP Sample:
Alaric went through the same mental checklist in his head that he did everyday as he headed off to teach his class. He kept his face smooth and impassive as he sighed inwardly. Many of his students did not understand the complex and fragile nature of the human mind. He fumed as he thought of the students who's eyes glazed over while he brought up the brilliant thories of Freud, Jung, Pavlov and Skinner.

But.

They're were the few students who seemed generally interested in learning what he had to teach. They would ask questions in class and talk to him after if they didn't understand something. Their enthusiam was enjoyable and made up for the rest of the class' lack of attention and brain activity all together. A thought crossed his mind as he paused just before he reached his classroom.

He had forgotten to water Matvey. Oh shoot....

[ricard brady smith]

Full Name: Ricard Brady Smith
Age: 30
Subject you wish to teach: School Counselor
Second Choice: n/a
Third Choice:n/a
RP Sample:
Ricard looked at the clock situated on the wall which ticked away its seconds so slowly that Ricard felt like bashing his head against his desk. His eye twitched from pure boredom, as looking out the windows in his office only proved to be entertaining to a certain point. He sighed before resigning himself to filing, the familiar feeling of manila folders against his hands calming him down a bit. His eyes shifted to the door briefly, where the next student would be coming in shortly. He had a 2:30 appointment and this student was always right on time.

His mouth formed a tight line while he reclined in his chair and crossed his arms. Ricard's tie was tied haphazardly and the tie was slowly slinking down his neck. He scoffed before tightening it a bit, only to notice it had immediately undone itself. Ricard spent the next few minutes trying to tie it, but to no avail so he just shoved the tie into a drawer.

Footsteps down the hall startled him, so Ricard snapped back up in his plush roller chair and looked to the door where the student would be arriving in a matter of seconds. Ricard mentally prepared himself for the incoming onslaught and sighed, absentmindedly playing with a pen as he did so.

[claudius alfonse gruenewald]

Full Name: Claudius Alfonse Gruenewald
Age: 28
Subject you wish to teach: Etiquette
Second Choice: Croquet
Third Choice: Tennis
RP Sample:

[/i] Claudius thought, leaning down to flip the record to the other side. Children were deplorable little creatures; and yet it seemed very contradictory to this belief for him to be teaching in a school. At least the youngest here were at least fifteen, but that didn't make Claudius enjoy their company any more.

A knock at the door behind him startled the man slightly; he hadn't been expecting anyone this early. His class wouldn't be until the next day, anyway. Claudius finished setting the needle, turning the volume down much lower than where it had been earlier. He made to face the door, standing straight beside the record player, his chin up and shoulders back. The look upon his face had contorted to be welcoming; he had a soft smirk playing upon his bee stung lips, his head tilted slightly to the side, ready to observe whoever came through his door.
"Please come in," Claudius called, his tone not too eager but rather confident, low classical tones playing behind him. [/ul]