Varun Thurathumaly

[varun thurathumaly]

VarunThurathumaly.
what's up, mille-feuille? i'm Lyrique86,
and i'm applying to your ENGAGING
little site. i'm 24 years young.
i've only been roleplaying for 10 years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the quirky one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , Varun Thurathumaly
nicknames , Mr. Maly
age and year , Twenty-five years old, staff
sexual preference , Straight.
birthday , November 12, 1985 .
style , Steampunk dandy.
occupation , Science Teacher

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butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , 5 foot 11 inches
weight , 152 pounds
tattoos and piercings , Ears are pierced, and has a henna design tattoo on the top of his foot
best feature , Piercing eyes and infectious smile
general , Varun is a nice enough fellow. He’s genial, fairly-outgoing, and all around pleasant. His caramel-colored skin is accentuated by thick, dark-brown hair and deep brown eyes that hold an inner intensity. Years of soccer have toned up his body, as have his habit of going on daily jogs every morning. His attractiveness is more bookish than anything else. A kind of boyish librarian look that suits him.

Unless broken, his square face is usually adorned with equally square, wire-framed glasses. His smile is bright and a common sight. His style can best be described as ‘steampunk dandy,’ which involves a lot of brocade waistcoats and brass buttons, top hats, and various metallic accessoiries that often function as some kind of technological device. He can sometimes be seen strolling down the corridors with an elaborately embellished walking cane, or in the science lab sporting some truly antique-looking goggles.
playby , Shahid Kapur

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes , desserts, machines and clockworks, jokes, the outdoors, cats, explosions.
dislikes , bland food, inactivity, those with no sense of adventure or whimsy.
strengths , improviser and not easily stressed. He’s book smart and is full of useless trivia
weaknesses , Doesn’t have a whole lot of street smarts, and even less common sense. He’s not very good at following directions
fears , the dark, an arranged marriage.
quirks , Is a better than decent seamstress.
secrets ,Dreams of running away and joining the circus. Seriously
how , Varun always had a love for fashion and costumes. In high school, he was always getting sweet-talked into leading the wardrobe crew for the school plays, and in college he took his knowledge of sewing and fabrics and made a place for himself in the costume shop of his university’s theatre department. As a side job during college, Varun worked as a tour guide at a historically restored hotel. He found he quite liked the detailed costume pieces he was required to wear for the job, and began integrating bits of it into his everyday wardrobe. When a group of steampunk enthusiast visited the hotel during one of his tour sessions, it was love at first sight.
general , Varun is a bit of a prankster, always smiling, always laughing. His jokester nature can often get him in trouble, as his sense of humour does not always mix with those around him. He is, however, not afraid to own up to his mistakes and will happily (and somewhat carelessly) offer up an apology. Varun is naturally curious, and loves to know the ‘why’ and ‘how’ behind the ‘what.’ His room is full of dismantled clockworks and machines, the cogs and gears littered across his desk and windowsill. In his spare time he likes to reassemble the various parts he’s taken from his machines into whimsical trinkets with no real function.

Varun is the science teacher at Mille-Feuille, and as such his day is structured around lectures and grading exams and labs. As he is not particularly fond of those things, he spends as little time as possible on them. Papers are often graded on a ‘smiley-face/ frowney-face’ scale, and his lectures are poorly constructed and eccentric. He feels students learn more doing rather watching, and so spends most of his teaching energy making lab lessons as engaging and informative as possible. Although teaching science wasn’t his first choice, he does enjoy the subject and genuinely cares for his students and their success.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , Burmingham, England, right next to the Cadbury factory
family , His mother is an engineer and his father is a professor. His two sisters are both still at university.
pets , None
best memory , Getting to see the inner workings of the Big Ben clock
worst memory , Realizing he had wasted 4 years at university studying the wrong subject.
history , Varun grew up knowing he was destined to be a doctor. It wasn’t that he even wanted to be one; it was simply something that was expected of him. He spent his childhood being groomed of medical school with tutors extra classes, and prep schools. In between studying he also attended Sanskrit classes and raas and bhangra dance lessons. By the time he was 15, he knew the names of all the bones in the human body, and could also choreograph a mean dance routine. He graduated top of his class and was accepted into a prestigious university.

After his first year, Varun grew mildly concerned about his own lack of interest in his chosen major. After the second year, he became outright worried. This was also the year he began to help out with costume and wardrobe for the theater department. After his third year, Varun came to the horrible realization that he had no desire to pursue medicine, but was too far-gone in his studies to pick a new major. He graduated with a B.S. and no idea where he was supposed to go from then on.

Perhaps realizing and understanding his son’s predicament, Varun’s father suggested he look into teaching at a private school. It would offer the routine he so desperately needed, while still allowing for him to let his idiosyncrasies shine bright. Varun spent three months searching newspapers, help wanted ads, and the internet before finding the open position at Mille-Feuille. With his extensive background in science, he was quickly hired.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password? , here comes the sun, doo da doo doo
sample post , Varun entered the chemistry lab, pulling off his top hat and tossing it, and his briefcase, on his desk against the wall. He spent a few moments shuffling a folder of papers, arranging them this way and that for a moment, before rifling through the drawers in the front counter, eventually pulling out a small Bunsen burner. The class during this time watched him with mild interest, but continued their various conversations with fellow classmates. When Varun finally turned to his students, the noise level dropped to a low murmur, until dying out altogether when it was clear the teacher was waiting for silence.

“Hello,” Varun greeted them, a faint smile on his lips. “Welcome to your first chem lab of the year. Now, I’m sure there are some of you who aren’t at all interested in this field of study, but I hope to change your minds by the end of the year. Some of you, at least.” He began hooking the Bunsen burner to the gas outlet on the counter, still talking as he worked. “I for one didn’t at all see the appeal in chemistry at first. Molecular equations, the Periodic Table, numbers on paper, what was so engaging in that?” He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a small box of matches with a faint ‘aha!’ and turned back to the class. “But then? Then I learned how to make a bomb using household cleaning chemicals. All of a sudden, chemistry became much more interesting.”

He lit the match with a practiced flick of his wrist, placing the flame over the Bunsen burner. The gas caught the fire, billowing up and turning the once orange flame an ocean blue. Varun tossed the burnt match into the sink, grinning. “Now, who’s ready to make some science?”

andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

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A C C E P T E D !

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