"Now, before the hangover kicks in, does anyone have a question? Preferably something that isn't ignorant?"
Name: Matthias Gray
Nickname: Professor Gray (as he prefers to be called by students AND teachers), Matt (
"If you call me that, I will personally have you removed from my sight." <.<), and the usual
dickhead,
asshole,
douchebag,
Professor Gay
Age:
"Just for the record, I'm currently 34 years old. My birthday is October twelfth, year withholding, and if you have any smart little jabs about my age, I'll see to it this school year is by far your most miserable."
Powers:
"I have the power all teachers have, deciding your fate. It's up to me if you graduate from this school, and by the looks of some of you here, that seems incredibly unlikely."
(Powers will be revealed later >.> <.<)
Skills:
"I'm a classically trained artist. What skills do you think I have, you twit?"
Hobbies:
"A man as busy as me has no time to laze around like these ingrates I teach, but I suppose when I do have down time I enjoy the occasional cigarette."
Personality:
There are many choice words Professor Gray's students have for him, many that he's meticulously
collected from time to time in a small notebook he keeps in his coat. He is rude, negative, pessimistic, condescending, spiteful, cold, mean, snarky, and all around carries the typical attitude of a stuck up art teacher, and as such he prides himself on his amazing artwork and tends to shoot others down for their creativity..or lack there of.
("Criticism doesn't always have to be constructive."). Nevertheless, there are times when Matthias shows some sense of sincerity, but it is rare among the crotchety bastard. For the most part, despite his loathing of his students, he considerably enjoys his job...maybe a bit too much. But he is by far the strictest and most hated teacher at Orean Cause.
Background:
"I'm a teacher. What more would you want to know of me than you already do? I've been teaching at Orean Cause for nearly seven years now, sculpting and shaping the young minds of today to be the movers and shakers of tomorrow, though I doubt that move would barely be a nudge just teaching them how to draw and paint."
Optional:
He is constantly seen wearing black and he smokes and he drinks alot. He even keeps a silver flask full of vodka underneath his jacket and sneaks a sip every once in a while. Luckily it takes alot to get him drunk.
Theme song:
Fits him to a tee XD
Clubs:
"Again, art teacher. What do you think?"
Dreams:
"Dreams? Pfft! Dreams are trivial pursuits that do not exist. It's an excuse for starry eyed, dreamy high school kids who think once they leave the hallowed halls of this institution, they will be guaranteed that magical career they oh so desired, just because they dreamed it. Well, I'm here to tell you straight and simple, your dream doesn't exist. It is merely a fleeting image in your minds, a cute little butterfly that gets snatched up and mutilated by the hungry praying mantis called...life."