Post by Velareksil on Dec 19, 2009 2:53:34 GMT -4
Name: Jaingyn Iecince Miange [Jai-in-gen Eye-en-seen-suh My-ah-n-juh] I believe
Nickname: Jain, Jai, Mr. Jim, Jim
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Teaches: Cooking
Sexual Orientation: Asexual, he's obsessed.
Relationship Status: Single
Religious Beliefs: None, I still don't know the first thing about religion.
Appearance/Wardrobe: Fine, beautiful, pure golden locks, a little bit messy, about 3 inches in length on average in the back, starting at the roots, so kept relatively short. His bangs are about two feet in length, again, starting at root. He usually keeps them parted dead center and tucked behind his ears. They come forward from there and ultimately settle on his shoulders. His eyes are a calm and gentle mountain blue. They are usually wide and filled with much excitement and wonder, but they have a soft and somewhat spaced hint to them, as if he doesn't actually see what's before him, as if they seek out the sky that shares their color. His skin is a soft tan color. He has a childish face; so somewhat rounded with a soft appearance to the flesh. Thin eyebrows, short lashes, left ear pierced. Earring is studded with a smooth metal stone engraved on the inside with a strange symbol of sorts.
He isn't exactly wimpy, there is a bit of muscle mass that contributes to the creation of a somewhat attractive figure. Proportions are your usual, and ultimately he stands at about 5' 5". Scars from the past cover his hands, and he's usually seen with new scratches on them, as he can't seem to go a week without at least 3 slips in his craftsmanship. Burn scars make up the flesh covering his shoulder blades, but it's not like those would show on a usual basis, and they don't, so there.
He's usually found bound by a casual dress code. T-shirt, usually featuring a random design of some sort, neon design on dark, white design on black. He's usually running around in cargo pants or shorts depending on how cold he wakes up. He goes around wearing sandals/flip flop, and that should be it.
Personality: He's usually cheerful and outgoing although somewhat laid back at the same time. Extremely hyper and active. He likes getting involved in projects involving people around him, although he's generally more fit as a cheerleader then anything else. He's horrible at multitasking and remembering things that fail to interest him. He's enthusiastic if other people are enthusiastic, if people are pessimistic he'll shoot them down further if he thinks it'll anger them and ultimately boost their confidence. He likes to stare at people and agitate them. He can be charming if he feels the need to be, although he'll rarely feel the need.
Getting involved in dark situations is definitely something he refrains from doing, and getting to know his students is something he'll never do, as there's only ever a year to know them. He doesn't usually take favorites, doesn't usually take sides, pretty much he's one to stay out of anything from a game to an all out war, as if he doesn't take notice of them. He has a sense of justice, but he only ever has the will to pursue that justice if people he comes to adore are involved. He's far from physically strong, his ability to string words is average, but he can stand, and he can take a few blows easily, although it would seem that's all he can do without tripping and falling. Yeah, he's somewhat like moral support and no good for anything else. Although he does hold the ability to charm the taste buds, but that's about it.
He's irked when he gets involved in battles to the mental rape or to the death, his temper will bring forth false tears, so he uses the same tactics as Ariphias, except then he'll thrust forth in a pathetic call for peace and then probably trip like an idiot and bring the entire crowd into laughter. He likes to play the brainless happy go lucky fool, and he's quite fitting for the role.
He does have his moments, though. But that's usually alone, before the mirror. A sad expression, a laugh at the pathetic look, and it's over.
History: Rocket scientist father that took him on runs ever since he could run (obviously this helped ever so much with his klutziness) to open fields to build and launch bottle rockets whenever he wasn't hiding in the kitchen. Surgeon mother that was almost positive he'd grow up using knives and such with quite a bit of precision and taught him how to handle knives. Both of which were excellent cooks. Shall we blame this on genetics, or no? So pretty much his parents both had to leave for work one day, and left the kid to himself, since he'd always been good playing with himself after he'd aged a little. Of course all would have been fine had not they assigned him the task of frying an egg. They weren't complete idiots, of course, they had previously taught him fire safety so they assumed it was fine. But then again, what kind of parent leaves an 8 year old to a house with the assignment of making eggs while they're away?
So for the first time, disaster struck in the kitchen, but it wasn't the last time of course. It just happened to be the worst time, as he managed to burn half the house down without even cracking the egg. Additionally, both his parents had been at work and were too distracted to pick up calls. So there the kid was, in a flaming kitchen, standing on tip toes to grab at a fire blanket that they put high up for who knows what reason. Funny how the escape was still clear and he could have just ran out like a normal, sensible kid. Flaming hotness, still grabbing. Blanket falls over his head, leaves his back completely vulnerable, kid trips on blanket, shoulder blades meet heat, heat make shoulder blades sad, so on and so forth. Kid gets up, hides under it and crawls in the direction of the door, oh hey at least the crawling is half sensible.
Firefighter opens door, finds random blanket, goes "oh god it's moving", picks up random bundle of idiot. Kitchen is left in ruins, kid is hospitalized for awhile. Parents show up, kid cries, parents freak, kid says something about forgetting to crack the egg, parents head desk.
Yeah, so they watched over his cooking for awhile from there. His first result was a disaster, as he'd sniffed the spices, found them too strong, used less then what was even logical for spices, and ended up with a tasteless something. Second attempt turned out excellent, although the area turned into a massive mess of broken bowls and spilled ingredients. So yeah, his skills developed under their watchful eye from there until he was 12 and they decided to leave him be again, although they set out any possible ingredients, and the bowls were actually indents on the counters. Very, very, convenient. He's a master of throwing things together randomly. So good at improvising. Made a couple recipes that only his hands know.
And yes, he did go to school. Where he'd sit around in boredom and barely learned anything about any subject. He excelled in History after a year where they learned about foods from different areas and he began to take an interest in culture. Math, to him, is irrelevant, he couldn't tell a millimeter from an inch. But he did have somewhat of an understanding of cooking conversions and measurements, although he rarely heeded them. So yes, he failed almost every topic, and yet he's a teacher. Oh right, and despite his fail in most sciences, he was confident he would pass chemistry. Somehow managed to get a worst grade in it then any other, set fire to a classmates hair once. The only thing he got out of any of the usual curriculum:
Math: numbers, ew.
Science: a little bit of an understanding of biology. He learned a bit on his own, plants, birds, and animals he saw often, the names made him curious and hence he looked them up, but that's it. Oh right, and he knows how to makes wonderful bottle rockets, but doesn't know the first thing about how the work.
English: How to form a sentence. The difference between a noun and an adjective. The rest made no sense to him, and he hated reading anything that wasn't in recipe form.
History: Foods of different cultures.
Languages: absolute fail.
Other electives: Failed everything, including home ec.
I think I forgot to mention he was an only child. His parents didn't care much since they could raise him well and somehow had faith that things would turn out fine. A kid in his class died in his third year of high school in a car accident, which made him a little curious as to what life was and what came after, but he quickly forgot the pursuit as it confused him, although it somehow ended up leaving kind of pit inside him, he was unaware as to what it was for or about and hence left it in his heart as a mystery he'd never solve. And so he went on with his life, after he graduated college, his father was satisfied and hence moved off to Florida for his job taking his mother with him, both lived happily ever after successfully, they still write back and forth, phone calls, happy attached family. The dude ran along with his life, ended up in Four Oaks, end of overly long story.
Strengths/Talents/Skills:
He's an amazing cook as long as his ingredients are set up, and not in measuring spoons and cups and what not, because that just annoys him.
He's more or less fit and a half decent runner.
He's gets along decently with people.
Master of faking tears.
Highly outgoing.
Excellent sense of smell and hearing.
Knives are like a second nature for him as long as he's relatively concentrated on them.
Bottle rockets are one of his boring hobbies.
Weaknesses:
He's an absolute klutz.
He'll trip and tumble when it comes to running slopes, climbing, and sprinting.
He'll often times forget he's holding his knives, which can be disastrous.
He can't speak and throw things together at the same time, so his teaching method involves the use of computer generated animations as demonstrations, printouts and photocopies, and speech.
On occasions he'll forget about his fail multitasking ability and blades will slip, so on and so forth.
He's aware of all safety rules and guidelines, but he himself rarely follows them, as they tend to 'slip his mind'.
He rarely thinks of people he meets as anything other then just people he meets.
Other: Um. On occasions, like when he smells burning something or another, his back will go numb? I don't know.
RP example: Augh, just thinking about these makes me sad.
Nickname: Jain, Jai, Mr. Jim, Jim
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Teaches: Cooking
Sexual Orientation: Asexual, he's obsessed.
Relationship Status: Single
Religious Beliefs: None, I still don't know the first thing about religion.
Appearance/Wardrobe: Fine, beautiful, pure golden locks, a little bit messy, about 3 inches in length on average in the back, starting at the roots, so kept relatively short. His bangs are about two feet in length, again, starting at root. He usually keeps them parted dead center and tucked behind his ears. They come forward from there and ultimately settle on his shoulders. His eyes are a calm and gentle mountain blue. They are usually wide and filled with much excitement and wonder, but they have a soft and somewhat spaced hint to them, as if he doesn't actually see what's before him, as if they seek out the sky that shares their color. His skin is a soft tan color. He has a childish face; so somewhat rounded with a soft appearance to the flesh. Thin eyebrows, short lashes, left ear pierced. Earring is studded with a smooth metal stone engraved on the inside with a strange symbol of sorts.
He isn't exactly wimpy, there is a bit of muscle mass that contributes to the creation of a somewhat attractive figure. Proportions are your usual, and ultimately he stands at about 5' 5". Scars from the past cover his hands, and he's usually seen with new scratches on them, as he can't seem to go a week without at least 3 slips in his craftsmanship. Burn scars make up the flesh covering his shoulder blades, but it's not like those would show on a usual basis, and they don't, so there.
He's usually found bound by a casual dress code. T-shirt, usually featuring a random design of some sort, neon design on dark, white design on black. He's usually running around in cargo pants or shorts depending on how cold he wakes up. He goes around wearing sandals/flip flop, and that should be it.
Personality: He's usually cheerful and outgoing although somewhat laid back at the same time. Extremely hyper and active. He likes getting involved in projects involving people around him, although he's generally more fit as a cheerleader then anything else. He's horrible at multitasking and remembering things that fail to interest him. He's enthusiastic if other people are enthusiastic, if people are pessimistic he'll shoot them down further if he thinks it'll anger them and ultimately boost their confidence. He likes to stare at people and agitate them. He can be charming if he feels the need to be, although he'll rarely feel the need.
Getting involved in dark situations is definitely something he refrains from doing, and getting to know his students is something he'll never do, as there's only ever a year to know them. He doesn't usually take favorites, doesn't usually take sides, pretty much he's one to stay out of anything from a game to an all out war, as if he doesn't take notice of them. He has a sense of justice, but he only ever has the will to pursue that justice if people he comes to adore are involved. He's far from physically strong, his ability to string words is average, but he can stand, and he can take a few blows easily, although it would seem that's all he can do without tripping and falling. Yeah, he's somewhat like moral support and no good for anything else. Although he does hold the ability to charm the taste buds, but that's about it.
He's irked when he gets involved in battles to the mental rape or to the death, his temper will bring forth false tears, so he uses the same tactics as Ariphias, except then he'll thrust forth in a pathetic call for peace and then probably trip like an idiot and bring the entire crowd into laughter. He likes to play the brainless happy go lucky fool, and he's quite fitting for the role.
He does have his moments, though. But that's usually alone, before the mirror. A sad expression, a laugh at the pathetic look, and it's over.
History: Rocket scientist father that took him on runs ever since he could run (obviously this helped ever so much with his klutziness) to open fields to build and launch bottle rockets whenever he wasn't hiding in the kitchen. Surgeon mother that was almost positive he'd grow up using knives and such with quite a bit of precision and taught him how to handle knives. Both of which were excellent cooks. Shall we blame this on genetics, or no? So pretty much his parents both had to leave for work one day, and left the kid to himself, since he'd always been good playing with himself after he'd aged a little. Of course all would have been fine had not they assigned him the task of frying an egg. They weren't complete idiots, of course, they had previously taught him fire safety so they assumed it was fine. But then again, what kind of parent leaves an 8 year old to a house with the assignment of making eggs while they're away?
So for the first time, disaster struck in the kitchen, but it wasn't the last time of course. It just happened to be the worst time, as he managed to burn half the house down without even cracking the egg. Additionally, both his parents had been at work and were too distracted to pick up calls. So there the kid was, in a flaming kitchen, standing on tip toes to grab at a fire blanket that they put high up for who knows what reason. Funny how the escape was still clear and he could have just ran out like a normal, sensible kid. Flaming hotness, still grabbing. Blanket falls over his head, leaves his back completely vulnerable, kid trips on blanket, shoulder blades meet heat, heat make shoulder blades sad, so on and so forth. Kid gets up, hides under it and crawls in the direction of the door, oh hey at least the crawling is half sensible.
Firefighter opens door, finds random blanket, goes "oh god it's moving", picks up random bundle of idiot. Kitchen is left in ruins, kid is hospitalized for awhile. Parents show up, kid cries, parents freak, kid says something about forgetting to crack the egg, parents head desk.
Yeah, so they watched over his cooking for awhile from there. His first result was a disaster, as he'd sniffed the spices, found them too strong, used less then what was even logical for spices, and ended up with a tasteless something. Second attempt turned out excellent, although the area turned into a massive mess of broken bowls and spilled ingredients. So yeah, his skills developed under their watchful eye from there until he was 12 and they decided to leave him be again, although they set out any possible ingredients, and the bowls were actually indents on the counters. Very, very, convenient. He's a master of throwing things together randomly. So good at improvising. Made a couple recipes that only his hands know.
And yes, he did go to school. Where he'd sit around in boredom and barely learned anything about any subject. He excelled in History after a year where they learned about foods from different areas and he began to take an interest in culture. Math, to him, is irrelevant, he couldn't tell a millimeter from an inch. But he did have somewhat of an understanding of cooking conversions and measurements, although he rarely heeded them. So yes, he failed almost every topic, and yet he's a teacher. Oh right, and despite his fail in most sciences, he was confident he would pass chemistry. Somehow managed to get a worst grade in it then any other, set fire to a classmates hair once. The only thing he got out of any of the usual curriculum:
Math: numbers, ew.
Science: a little bit of an understanding of biology. He learned a bit on his own, plants, birds, and animals he saw often, the names made him curious and hence he looked them up, but that's it. Oh right, and he knows how to makes wonderful bottle rockets, but doesn't know the first thing about how the work.
English: How to form a sentence. The difference between a noun and an adjective. The rest made no sense to him, and he hated reading anything that wasn't in recipe form.
History: Foods of different cultures.
Languages: absolute fail.
Other electives: Failed everything, including home ec.
I think I forgot to mention he was an only child. His parents didn't care much since they could raise him well and somehow had faith that things would turn out fine. A kid in his class died in his third year of high school in a car accident, which made him a little curious as to what life was and what came after, but he quickly forgot the pursuit as it confused him, although it somehow ended up leaving kind of pit inside him, he was unaware as to what it was for or about and hence left it in his heart as a mystery he'd never solve. And so he went on with his life, after he graduated college, his father was satisfied and hence moved off to Florida for his job taking his mother with him, both lived happily ever after successfully, they still write back and forth, phone calls, happy attached family. The dude ran along with his life, ended up in Four Oaks, end of overly long story.
Strengths/Talents/Skills:
He's an amazing cook as long as his ingredients are set up, and not in measuring spoons and cups and what not, because that just annoys him.
He's more or less fit and a half decent runner.
He's gets along decently with people.
Master of faking tears.
Highly outgoing.
Excellent sense of smell and hearing.
Knives are like a second nature for him as long as he's relatively concentrated on them.
Bottle rockets are one of his boring hobbies.
Weaknesses:
He's an absolute klutz.
He'll trip and tumble when it comes to running slopes, climbing, and sprinting.
He'll often times forget he's holding his knives, which can be disastrous.
He can't speak and throw things together at the same time, so his teaching method involves the use of computer generated animations as demonstrations, printouts and photocopies, and speech.
On occasions he'll forget about his fail multitasking ability and blades will slip, so on and so forth.
He's aware of all safety rules and guidelines, but he himself rarely follows them, as they tend to 'slip his mind'.
He rarely thinks of people he meets as anything other then just people he meets.
Other: Um. On occasions, like when he smells burning something or another, his back will go numb? I don't know.
RP example: Augh, just thinking about these makes me sad.
