Keats Application for reimsacademy
( fandom faculty/teacher application )
PLAYER INFORMATION
PLAYER: Pip
AGE: 27
CONTACT: [aim] zweidrache
PERSONAL LJ: simplypip
CHARACTERS PLAYED: parlezvousnaps and discordant_muse
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Keats (will be Jack Keats in-game, but he prefers to go by his last name and will introduce himself as such)
CANON: Folklore
CANON REFERENCE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folklore_%28video_game%29
AGE: 30
GENDER: Male, physically and mentally
TENURE: Fresh hire
SUBJECT/POSITION: Journalism teacher / some form of involvement with the OFFICIAL school newspaper if it exists, not those gossip rags certain students produce...
RESIDENCE: At the academy
APPEARANCE: Keats would be tall, perhaps even imposing, at 6'2" with his none-too-slender build... but he rarely stands without hunching over, or sits without slouching. His brown hair falls to just above his shoulders in length, he rarely shaves (though he can't grow a proper beard to save his life), and he's never without his trademark round glasses. The rest of his fashion sense leaves... much to be desired, as he dresses in items that might pass for formal, if it didn't look as if the concept of ironing offended him on a personal level.
PERSONALITY: Keats can be described in many words, but the layers that the world at large bears witness to is not all that there is to him. When a person regards him, they will see a sarcastic, jaded man who applies sufficient snark to those he interacts with on a daily basis. Students, faculty, sources, it wouldn't matter. Keats, by-and-large, treats everyone as equals - with a casual level of snark that would imply years of familiarity right upon meeting someone. After all, why bother with formality? He'll just groan if you call him "Mr. Keats or "Jack".
It does not appear to be easy to capture his interest, as his comments can come off as bored or dismissive. His overall demeanor can be described as aloof, but make no mistake about it... Keats is always listening, always paying attention, even if he pretends to not care or not notice something. He didn't get to where he was in his career by being inattentive or choosy with his information. No matter how silly or off-the-wall a story might be, he will give everything its fair shake.
--unless, of course, it comes to light that someone was pulling his chain. It will be one of the few things that really gets him fired up. Making up the truth is the same as hiding the truth, to him, and people deserve none of either of that. Just as long as someone is honest and fair, he will treat them with about as much respect as he can muster (which, to be fair, isn't much). He does show appreciation, though! This is the best way to stay on his good side, though it might be hard to tell that his good side is there sometimes.
COMPUTER APTITUDE: He won't be doing any serious hacking on his own, but Keats can navigate his way around the network with ease. He's used to digging through social network sites for leads on stories and "evidence". Keats isn't "old-fashioned" by any means, but when it comes his drafts, he does prefer to work with an old typewriter that he brought with him to the island.
AU HISTORY: There isn't much to Keats' past. He was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland, where he also attended all his schooling. He has a bachelor's degree in creative writing (3rd honors), with a minor in broadcasting. Rather than weave his own tales, and being utterly disenchanted with the kind of reporting that gets shown on the television, Keats turned to seeking out internships at local and national newspapers. It was just this luck to catch the attention of one of the sources that was constantly being turned away by one such publication; a man that worked for a magazine called Unknown Realms that, who focused on tales and reports of the occult and supernatural variety.
Keats, at first, thought working for a company like that would be a joke! Who could take something like this seriously? He took the offer to write for them if only out of a mixture of morbid curiosity - and the fact that he owed that earlier source money. Running into his car is how they met, you see, and Keats lacked a good paycheck or proper insurance to cover the damages.
As he went out on a few assignments, he quickly learned how passionate that those telling the stories could be about the subject, and he found it - if not more truthful - certainly far more entertaining than interviewing people about the local bakery opening up or the latest town hall meeting. Not to mention, Keats was able to travel to remote locations; a tremendous reward for a man who has lived in the same city all his life.
He has been reporting for Unknown Realms for three years now and, so far, his biggest achievement was ending up on a tiny remote island whereby he aided in the investigation of a murder plot that spanned 17 years of the island's history. The only reason he was even allowed near the investigation is because of his knowledge of the occult helped him communicate the ideas and witness accounts of Doolin's superstitious residents. The police who were dispatched to the island were almost set on simply ignoring the incident altogether, as little existed on the island in the way of public record or law enforcement. As far as they were concerned, it wasn't their problem.
Keats made good on his attempts to assist in solving the riddles surrounding that island and, as a bonus, scored the exclusive story on the entire incident. Of course, as most of the articles published in Unknown Realms, it was overlooked by the world at large as being nothing more than a grand tale, wholly imaginary. The only other person who believed the otherworldly things he witnessed and the witness accounts he drew out of the residents of Dooling would be a young girl who also traveled there from off the island, drawn in by a mysterious phone call...
JUSTIFICATION: Keats might not have been the best in his class, but he was high up there. His projects and papers always earned him praise, even if his execution and tone always had that certain tone that one might not appreciate in a professional piece of literature. That said, he will be able to provide a unique perspective to the art of being a journalist, drawn up from existing skills that a student might possess. (And it helped that he was in really good with his old professors, and obtained tips on putting together a lesson plan that boasted an impressive spread of topics and ways to approach them.) Keats is a hands-on teacher, and will be sure to help whip the school paper into shape, too, to help it maintain an acceptable level of professionalism.
--but, to be wholly honest? Keats is here to investigate the school, its staff, students, and the benefactors that keep it running. There is too much of an international draw, and so much money being poured into secondary education that he was beginning to wonder if there was not more lurking beneath the calm facade of Reims Academy. Not to mention, internet forums and social networks were all abuzz with certain rumors. Are they just the idly chatter of bored students seeking to stir up some excitement, or is there truly truth behind those words...?
SAMPLES
INTRANET/1ST PERSON SAMPLE:
I have been victim of many pranks in my years at university, but I have to congratulate the mastermind behind this latest one. I'm not sure who it was, or how they managed to find - not only disappearing ink - but actual disappearing typewriter ribbons, but I commend you. You have successfully rendered several pages of a draft I was working on completely useless, and you didn't even have to resort to burning them!
You had best be lucky that your identity does not come to life, because your record will not reflect on this kindly.
Now, if we can all put this foolishness aside and stop snickering at my posting - as I'm sure many of you are - I do have a point to this.
Does anyone know the trick to making such ink reappear? Holding it near a flame isn't working, and any more attempts and I'll probably just burn the entire blasted thing. Would I look foolish, then?
LOG/3RD PERSON SAMPLE:
It doesn't take a discerning eye to peg Keats as a foreigner in the city. Perhaps that's why he dislikes making such outings on his own, as necessary as they are. He needs to build something resembling rapport with the locals, or else he's going to be coming up short when it comes to sources outside of the school. The tall man must be quite the sight, standing on the street corner just a short distance from the ferry's dock, his dark purple coat flapping in the breeze as he glances this way and that.
"Days like this, I wish I'd paid more attention to what was in that primer..." He mutters to himself, looking down at his map for the fiftieth time, while contemplating the French phrasebook he left back in his room on the island. I look and sound like a damn tourist, he thought with a sigh.
Finally, he just claps the map shut and tucks it into one of his ample coat pockets. Time for Plan B - walk around and hope to find someone who speaks more than just a smattering of English who can send him on his way. With no shame, he turns to the first approaching pedestrian that crosses near him, and raises a hand to catch their attention.
"Excuse me. I was wondering if--" The man shook his with an apologetic smile, mumbled something hurriedly that could only be "I'm sorry" or perhaps something about Keats' choice in boots, and then rushed across the street.
Sigh. This is going to take a while...
HAVE YOU READ THE FAQ? I happen to be immune to rabies...
PLAYER INFORMATION
PLAYER: Pip
AGE: 27
CONTACT: [aim] zweidrache
PERSONAL LJ: simplypip
CHARACTERS PLAYED: parlezvousnaps and discordant_muse
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Keats (will be Jack Keats in-game, but he prefers to go by his last name and will introduce himself as such)
CANON: Folklore
CANON REFERENCE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folklore_%28video_game%29
AGE: 30
GENDER: Male, physically and mentally
TENURE: Fresh hire
SUBJECT/POSITION: Journalism teacher / some form of involvement with the OFFICIAL school newspaper if it exists, not those gossip rags certain students produce...
RESIDENCE: At the academy
APPEARANCE: Keats would be tall, perhaps even imposing, at 6'2" with his none-too-slender build... but he rarely stands without hunching over, or sits without slouching. His brown hair falls to just above his shoulders in length, he rarely shaves (though he can't grow a proper beard to save his life), and he's never without his trademark round glasses. The rest of his fashion sense leaves... much to be desired, as he dresses in items that might pass for formal, if it didn't look as if the concept of ironing offended him on a personal level.
PERSONALITY: Keats can be described in many words, but the layers that the world at large bears witness to is not all that there is to him. When a person regards him, they will see a sarcastic, jaded man who applies sufficient snark to those he interacts with on a daily basis. Students, faculty, sources, it wouldn't matter. Keats, by-and-large, treats everyone as equals - with a casual level of snark that would imply years of familiarity right upon meeting someone. After all, why bother with formality? He'll just groan if you call him "Mr. Keats or "Jack".
It does not appear to be easy to capture his interest, as his comments can come off as bored or dismissive. His overall demeanor can be described as aloof, but make no mistake about it... Keats is always listening, always paying attention, even if he pretends to not care or not notice something. He didn't get to where he was in his career by being inattentive or choosy with his information. No matter how silly or off-the-wall a story might be, he will give everything its fair shake.
--unless, of course, it comes to light that someone was pulling his chain. It will be one of the few things that really gets him fired up. Making up the truth is the same as hiding the truth, to him, and people deserve none of either of that. Just as long as someone is honest and fair, he will treat them with about as much respect as he can muster (which, to be fair, isn't much). He does show appreciation, though! This is the best way to stay on his good side, though it might be hard to tell that his good side is there sometimes.
COMPUTER APTITUDE: He won't be doing any serious hacking on his own, but Keats can navigate his way around the network with ease. He's used to digging through social network sites for leads on stories and "evidence". Keats isn't "old-fashioned" by any means, but when it comes his drafts, he does prefer to work with an old typewriter that he brought with him to the island.
AU HISTORY: There isn't much to Keats' past. He was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland, where he also attended all his schooling. He has a bachelor's degree in creative writing (3rd honors), with a minor in broadcasting. Rather than weave his own tales, and being utterly disenchanted with the kind of reporting that gets shown on the television, Keats turned to seeking out internships at local and national newspapers. It was just this luck to catch the attention of one of the sources that was constantly being turned away by one such publication; a man that worked for a magazine called Unknown Realms that, who focused on tales and reports of the occult and supernatural variety.
Keats, at first, thought working for a company like that would be a joke! Who could take something like this seriously? He took the offer to write for them if only out of a mixture of morbid curiosity - and the fact that he owed that earlier source money. Running into his car is how they met, you see, and Keats lacked a good paycheck or proper insurance to cover the damages.
As he went out on a few assignments, he quickly learned how passionate that those telling the stories could be about the subject, and he found it - if not more truthful - certainly far more entertaining than interviewing people about the local bakery opening up or the latest town hall meeting. Not to mention, Keats was able to travel to remote locations; a tremendous reward for a man who has lived in the same city all his life.
He has been reporting for Unknown Realms for three years now and, so far, his biggest achievement was ending up on a tiny remote island whereby he aided in the investigation of a murder plot that spanned 17 years of the island's history. The only reason he was even allowed near the investigation is because of his knowledge of the occult helped him communicate the ideas and witness accounts of Doolin's superstitious residents. The police who were dispatched to the island were almost set on simply ignoring the incident altogether, as little existed on the island in the way of public record or law enforcement. As far as they were concerned, it wasn't their problem.
Keats made good on his attempts to assist in solving the riddles surrounding that island and, as a bonus, scored the exclusive story on the entire incident. Of course, as most of the articles published in Unknown Realms, it was overlooked by the world at large as being nothing more than a grand tale, wholly imaginary. The only other person who believed the otherworldly things he witnessed and the witness accounts he drew out of the residents of Dooling would be a young girl who also traveled there from off the island, drawn in by a mysterious phone call...
JUSTIFICATION: Keats might not have been the best in his class, but he was high up there. His projects and papers always earned him praise, even if his execution and tone always had that certain tone that one might not appreciate in a professional piece of literature. That said, he will be able to provide a unique perspective to the art of being a journalist, drawn up from existing skills that a student might possess. (And it helped that he was in really good with his old professors, and obtained tips on putting together a lesson plan that boasted an impressive spread of topics and ways to approach them.) Keats is a hands-on teacher, and will be sure to help whip the school paper into shape, too, to help it maintain an acceptable level of professionalism.
--but, to be wholly honest? Keats is here to investigate the school, its staff, students, and the benefactors that keep it running. There is too much of an international draw, and so much money being poured into secondary education that he was beginning to wonder if there was not more lurking beneath the calm facade of Reims Academy. Not to mention, internet forums and social networks were all abuzz with certain rumors. Are they just the idly chatter of bored students seeking to stir up some excitement, or is there truly truth behind those words...?
SAMPLES
INTRANET/1ST PERSON SAMPLE:
I have been victim of many pranks in my years at university, but I have to congratulate the mastermind behind this latest one. I'm not sure who it was, or how they managed to find - not only disappearing ink - but actual disappearing typewriter ribbons, but I commend you. You have successfully rendered several pages of a draft I was working on completely useless, and you didn't even have to resort to burning them!
You had best be lucky that your identity does not come to life, because your record will not reflect on this kindly.
Now, if we can all put this foolishness aside and stop snickering at my posting - as I'm sure many of you are - I do have a point to this.
Does anyone know the trick to making such ink reappear? Holding it near a flame isn't working, and any more attempts and I'll probably just burn the entire blasted thing. Would I look foolish, then?
LOG/3RD PERSON SAMPLE:
It doesn't take a discerning eye to peg Keats as a foreigner in the city. Perhaps that's why he dislikes making such outings on his own, as necessary as they are. He needs to build something resembling rapport with the locals, or else he's going to be coming up short when it comes to sources outside of the school. The tall man must be quite the sight, standing on the street corner just a short distance from the ferry's dock, his dark purple coat flapping in the breeze as he glances this way and that.
"Days like this, I wish I'd paid more attention to what was in that primer..." He mutters to himself, looking down at his map for the fiftieth time, while contemplating the French phrasebook he left back in his room on the island. I look and sound like a damn tourist, he thought with a sigh.
Finally, he just claps the map shut and tucks it into one of his ample coat pockets. Time for Plan B - walk around and hope to find someone who speaks more than just a smattering of English who can send him on his way. With no shame, he turns to the first approaching pedestrian that crosses near him, and raises a hand to catch their attention.
"Excuse me. I was wondering if--" The man shook his with an apologetic smile, mumbled something hurriedly that could only be "I'm sorry" or perhaps something about Keats' choice in boots, and then rushed across the street.
Sigh. This is going to take a while...
HAVE YOU READ THE FAQ? I happen to be immune to rabies...