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Player Name:Ari
Player Faction: Penombra
Player LJ: sei_kou_ki
Player Contact:
AIM: InsecticideDeath
E-mail: smilelikeabomb@yahoo.com
G!T: lowly.mango
Y!M: fire_youkai1
Character Name: Remedios "Remy" Dela Rosa. Yes, that is a girl's name, HAR HAR.
Character Age: 25
Character Faction: Penombra
Appearance: Remedios fits right into the often chaotic hallways of Kouzen High with his short, lean stature full of loud energy and filthy street language. His hair is occasionally gelled up in the common style of the rag tag gangs roaming around the streets, his gestures similar to the delinquents that fill up the seats in his classrooms. Yes, a classroom, and yes, Remedios is indeed a teacher. An old man, a square, a saggy bag of balls, or whatever you brats call hard working educators nowadays, whatever. Deal.
Though not necessarily an angry kind of guy, he doesn't smile much on the job. Frowning, spazzing, yelling, making exaggerated expressions of pure irritation and general displeasure -- actually, he's not very different from when he's not working. Easily worked up, easily worried and way too easily stressed out, Remy wears his heart on a crumpled little sleeve.
When he does manage to get in a good laugh or two, he's vibrant, warm and usually amongst the kids that piss him off on a regular basis. Oh, the irony.
Personality:
As a history teacher, Remedios isn't exactly what you'd expect. A far cry from the hum drum, dull as dirt stereotype of the men that share his profession, his lectures are adamantly passionate, as interesting as he can possibly convey. He slaves to pound education and success to the heads of the usually unruly kids under his responsibility, simply because he truly cares for the youth in the area.
And despite the way he yells and scolds in that easy-to-rage manner of his, the majority of his students are receptive to him. He's been in gangs, he's been in fights, he's lost a couple of dear, dear friends in the secrecy of Project Pandora, and basically, he's gone through most of the ordeals that they're going through right now. Get too out of line, and he's not scared to whack you over the head if a simple talking to doesn't suffice. He knows how to defend himself, really.
However, often times he gets so caught up with the students' woes and troubles that his own stress level undergoes so much pressure that he's liable to snap at random. Despite the maturity he gained over the years, fighting and violence remains as the most effective way to take the edge off his temper. Unfortunately, he no longer shoves himself into street brawls and hasn't the money for martial art lessons. So, he's usually just left with taking off a sick day and sleeping all the ARGHH off every few months. (And his co-workers resent him for that.)
The way he interacts with other adults is for the most part, awkward. In all seriousness, he still considers himself as a child with empty dreams and goals left to fulfill.
History:
> Born in a low class family and neighborhood
> Abandoned by parents, and raised by his pacifist, Penombra-affiliated grandmother whom gave him a name: "Remedios" meaning "Remedy".
> Participated in Project Pandora while in high school with more wins than losses on his track record. He specialized in hand to hand combat, mostly all self taught.
> Quits when best friend dies in the ring
> Focuses on school
> Becomes a history teacher
> Present day
Sample:
What. These kids--they won't be quiet. Come in, sit down, shut up. Is that concept really so hard? They bitch and moan about their shit hole lives, but shit, they don't put any effort into anything not involving drug, sex, and rock and roll. Shit. Fucking ridiculous--was I like that?
Was I really like that?! Gods, I gotta go apologize to Abulea again. I'm sorry, Abuela, I'm sorry I was a stupid douchebag who came home every night with bruises and cuts and that one time Sammy brought me home with a bullet in my thigh, bleeding all over your freshly polished floor.
Good times, good times. I wonder how Sammy's sister is holding up; haven't seen her since his funeral. That was how long ago? Ten years? No, no, I can't be that old...
... Huh. Wow.
--WOAH WOAH WAIT, THESE PAPERS. STACKS AND STACKS OF PAPERS TO GRADE, uh god, why won't these kids shut up?! I CAN'T CONCENTRATE AND THE SUPERVISOR IS GOING TO YELL AT ME AGAIN! I'm going to diiiiieee. UGH, WHO WANTS AN ERASER TO THE FACE?!