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❦ Mun
Name: KJ
Journal: semi_subtle
Contact Info:
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❦ Character Info
Name: Scar
Movie/series: The Lion King
Year/Position: Staff, Logic and Philosophy Professor
Non-Speaking Animal Companion(if any): none
Powers(if any): Excellent powers of deduction and logic as well as impeccable survival skills and endurance, but nothing extraordinary apart from that.
Canon history: here
AU history: Scar took his leave of his native home, the Pride Lands, after having something precious taken from him-he refuses to specify what it was, though he hints that it was not a physical object but rather something he believes was rightfully his by birth. He harbors a great deal of bitterness and resentment as a result, especially towards students hailing from his homeland. Having put his sharp mind and natural disposition toward deep thinking to a new use, he became a professor of Logic and Philosophy at the academy, where he is quick to criticize his students and favors very few. Perhaps here he will garner the respect he deserves. Objectively, he is an awful professor. His views on ethics and justice are horribly warped and twisted. But he has mastered the art of a watertight argument and could persuade a zebra out of its stripes (one way or another, at least). And really, what knowledge in this world is more valuable than that?
Personality: Some would call Scar cruel, cold, and merciless; others would call him embittered and desperate. But all who know him agree that he defines “cunning.” He will use anything and anyone to his advantage, and his first thought is only ever himself. His pride is precious to him, he despises being mocked or patronized, and to disrespect him is to face anything from a condescending comment to ruthless retribution. Towards his students he is professional, distant, and often overly critical; towards his colleagues and superiors, sleek and silver-tongued.
On the whole, Scar dislikes talking about himself and would prefer to see what information he can coax out of others-who knows what might be useful later on? As for what it is he spends so much time planning…he prefers not to reveal that until it’s far too late for his victims to escape (though to be honest, more often than not it’s an impossible pop quiz).
❦ Writing
Third person writing sample:
Scar never failed to notice his students’ expressions of shock on the day of their first class together, and he never failed to roll his eyes in disdain either. Apart from being an involuntary reaction to the painfully predictable looks on the students’ faces, his gesture set the standard for the frame of mind in which he fully expected to spend the rest of the year. Always irritated, perpetually disappointed.
He was sitting atop the desk as they filed in, and while he was eyeing them with vague appraisal, they were busy glancing between each other and exchanging whispers, checking maps to make sure they had the right room. None of them looked at him for more than a second or two before averting their eyes, something that always vaguely amused Scar because…well, it seemed obvious to him.
“Yes, your instructor is a lion,” he drawled, flicking his tail impatiently as some students took their seats while others lingered in the doorway, uncertain. They seemed to jump as one unit, save for the few already sitting. They were probably somewhat accustomed to creatures like him; he found that to be the case with some of the students from Narnia and occasionally New Orleans.
“I realize this may be unusual or…unsettling for some of you.” He sent them a leering smile, revealing two rows of razor sharp teeth. “But trust me, you will become used to it in time. Now, I will be teaching you Philosophy and I have no tolerance for time-wasting, so hurry up and take your seats. I trust you’ve all come prepared.”
First person writing sample:
If there were words for the dislike I hold for the first day of school, I’m certain I would have come up with them already. Droves of students marching in to sit idly for hours on end when they could be expanding their minds…why the headmaster insists on choosing such students is beyond me. So few have shown any real promise whatsoever, and even fewer have the capacity to comprehend what I spend my life trying in vain to communicate to them. What’s more is that so many are so ridiculously headstrong that they seem incapable of listening to anything apart from their hearts. Their first mistake.
Another year, another full course load, and of course no chance for a sabbatical. I did manage to come up with a handful of ideas for assessments, so that at least will keep me occupied. Students’ public speaking skills tend to be dreadful, I find, and I am fond of oral quizzes. So few have ever grasped the art of a good argument, too busy spouting nonsense about beliefs and trust and friendship of all things. But who’s to say this year won’t be better, right? I suppose we shall see.
I’ll be berating myself for that optimism within the week, I’m sure.