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Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
8 mos ago
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Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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10 mos ago
I sound like a broken record, but only 2 months left till I'm done teaching. Not sure what's next, but it feels like anything would pay more and be less stressful lol
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1 yr ago
Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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2 yrs ago
Teacher update: I feel like a villain from a cartoon. The laughter of teenagers gives me migraines, and I no longer feel guilt when giving bad grades to kids that sleep through my lessons.
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2 yrs ago
First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
The kick connected solidly in Lorken's groin, Karada's leg feeling strained from the amount of force put behind it. While the elbow hit connected squarely in his chest, it would be clear to anyone what the stronger blow was. Years spent training his body gave him a squat of 325 pounds, and a kick from legs like those were sure to knock this guy down. While Karada couldn't hear it, Lorken's teeth dug into his arms, as a barely suppressed scream echoed next to Karada's ears. The grip that had encased Karada's throat like an iron maiden immediately softened, enough for him to break away and gulp down the sweet, sweet oxygen to his burning lungs. Eyes narrowing, Karada immediately turned, using the momentum to help throw a punch directly at Lorken's throat. As the horned man coughed violently, Karada quickly rose to his feet, attempting to deliver a kick to the gut, only to feel a bright flash of pain in his leg. Lorken's claws had dug deep into his flesh, nearly down to the bone, and the blood of the two men began to mix. It would almost be poetic, if Karada wasn't in searing pain. In the back of his mind, he jokingly reminded himself that his pants were now completely ruined, only to be interrupted mid thought as a hand brushed the back of his head, slamming his and Lorken's together. Stars flew, and Karada was about to deliver another punch to the throat, but a combination of pain from his leg and claw marks on his throat caused him to move too slowly, and with another swift headbutt (Thankfully missing the horns both times), he and Lorken both fell to the ground.
"Karada Fudosan, pass."
The words barely processed in his dazed mind, and he was already shakily making his way to his feet when the words finally seemed to register. Karada simply waited several seconds, barely keeping himself steady and out of unconsciousness, pondering if he was simply trying to trick Karada. It wasn't until he stood up and turned to unlock the gym door that Karada calmed down. Lorken was smart, keeping him in his peripheral vision, but he was being sure to let him know that he didn't intend to fight Karada anymore. Karada began to make his way over to the door, doing his best not to show his limp, before speaking out.
"I already knew that. I told you-"
A sudden coughing fit overtook Karada, remnant of that choked windpipe. So much for looking cool...
"-I told you I was a hero, didn't I?"
Normally he would have been more respectful, but bleeding heavily and getting a concussion didn't really make him feel in the mood to kiss ass. Karada staggered out of the gym, slowly making his way over to his abandoned suit jacket. At least that wasn't ruined... As he made his way over, Gank rose to his feet, checking out his body and trying to figure out what he was in for. Karada received a pat on the back from his friend, and while the physical contact occurred, Karada whispered as softly as he could in order to ensure Lorken didn't hear.
"Good luck, he's a tough fucker. Go for his family jewels."
Karada continued his staggering, not even turning to look at Gank's reaction. As he finally made his way to his spot, he moved his suit jacket to prevent blood from getting on it, before slumping unceremoniously to the ground. Karada did his best in order to retain consciousness, occasionally slapping himself awake. After about 10 minutes, however, he was feeling significantly better - Probably because he was treating his leg wound with some disinfectant and bandages he brought along. After being satisfied, he pondered slightly how bad the others must be worried - Karada came back with a deep leg wound, was barely conscious, and was bleeding profusely through the nose because of the headbutts. Then again, he wasn't that worried when the short kid disappeared (And still wasn't present, to Karada's dismay), and the kids before him, while not as roughed up, were definitely worse for wear. Maybe the other kids had already accepted this was their last chance. No, that was definitely it.
The white-haired girl seemed to be more comfortable, or at the least wasn't ignoring the group of people sitting around her anymore. Karada was a ball of nerves before entering, but now that he had passed the test, he spent more time examining her - The most obvious thing about her was that she had a pair of large wings on her back. Hell, when she was sitting, they were touching the ground! Other than that, she also possessed antennae, and while she wasn't as short as the red head, she looked very lithe, almost delicate. This pointed to a bug like quirk, and considering most animal-like quirks related to an actual animal, she was most likely based on a flying insect, like a fly or a dragonfly. The people with bug-like quirks face some of the only discrimination that even exists anymore, mainly due to their alien looking physiology. Maybe she was like him, and was disliked or rejected for something she couldn't control, or something she didn't do. That, or Karada was simply overthinking it because of massive blood loss. Keeping the girl in his peripheral vision, Karada's thoughts wandered to the short guy that was missing. Aketchi-kun, if he remembered correctly. Where the hell did he go? Was Lorken actually serious when he said that he wasn't going easy on them? It was almost impossible that he was killed... He probably got beat up pretty badly and got sent to the nurse office or something... Karada settled on that excuse, lest his mind wander to darker reasoning.
Time passed slowly, and with nothing to do besides occasionally smacking himself to retain consciousness, he waited for Gank to exit the gymnasium, before pulling out two cigarettes and offering one to the worse-for-wear Gankona.
@Dynamo Frokane Do you still get the 8 small explosives if you sacrifice both hand slots for a large weapon? And is this guy okay?
Name: Nicholas "Nick" Kozar. "The Missile Maestro"
Appearance:
Age: 44
Origin: Northern Frontier
Height: 6'3
Weight: 195 lbs
Backstory: Born in the year 2191, Nick was raised in the underground facilities of the Northern Frontier, regaled with tales of the militaristic might of the region and the iron grip it held over the two other powers. His family was middle class and, like everyone else, relied on the government to hand out food. Childhood was unlike those of the other regions, as Nicholas was never taught about any religion or grown in a good environment. Food was always rationed as tensions rose between the different powers, and his education was mostly combat. He had decided at a young age that he wished to join the military of the strongest power on earth. The Eastern War started and ended with little consequence to him - what the lesser regions did to themselves meant nothing to the cold wasteland. Nicholas was 14 at the time, and the situation was not much better. Food was still scarce, but with the the Therux State weakened from the war, it was far easier to intimidate them to give discounts to the North. 4 years later, Nick finished his education and joined the military, just as the Western Coalition was formed. It was a shock that enemies that were at one anothers throats only a few years ago could become allies, and the sudden combination of their military forces caused a massive increase in enlistment for the Northern Frontier military, one of whom was Nicholas. For the next few years he was trained for combat in the use of a standard Mk II Artillery unit, which he (Like many before him) gave a nickname: "Arachne", after it's spider-like appearance. After training, he spent several years in the reserve, until 2215.
A tower in Northern Frontier territory had been destroyed by Western Coalition forces. The point of the attack and what the structures purpose was were of little importance - The people in the Northern territory were afraid, and this was the perfect moment to retaliate before the Coalition launched a more serious assault. Full war was declared against the Hylo scum, and Nick was in one of the first squads sent out to fight against the Coalition forces. While the Frontier was never able to take any territory, Nicholas did his best to damage as many enemy mechs as possible before he had to pull back. Thanks to his Artillery-oriented mech, he was always one of the first to successfully retreat, making the risk he faced far lower. However, his companions were not so lucky, and constantly losing comrades in the war had begun to wear him down as the years seemingly crawled by. His patriotism was slowly fading, his hatred of the coalition, while still strong, was a shadow of it's former self, and he tries his best to stay disconnected from anyone who joined his squad, out of fear that they would simply die if he cared for them. Despite this, he always cared for everyone in his regiment, doing his best to keep them safe. By 2225, thanks to his extended line of service, his mech had a hybrid generator installed, and he remained in the military. He only grew more bitter as time passed on.
Finally, after nearly 2 decades, the Orio war finally ended in 2232, a truce being negotiated on both sides. Having served the majority of his life in the military, Nicholas was honorably discharged, having attained the rank of general. Seeing the condition of the Northern Frontier, and knowing that there was little he could do to help, Nicholas moved to one of the newer Grassland Towns, considering the prospect of spending the rest of his life there. Despite this desire, however, he still desired the thrill of combat, something that embarrasses him considering so many of his friends had died fighting. Nicholas contacted the Northern Frontier military in 2234, promising to return to combat should the need ever arise. He had become the main law enforcement in his small town, and acted as the main form of guard against the anarchists and criminals that roamed the region. His racism was almost entirely gone, with only a mild dislike of individuals from Hylo. Despite the relatively peaceful lifestyle, Nicholas kept his
Tactical Preference & Skills: Stay as far from close quarters combat as possible, deliver long-ranged explosives as artillery support. Should an enemy come close, be sure to have allies stay away, and launch an EMP missile to stun them while retreating behind allies. If this doesn't work, launch all small explosives and, should this not work either, launch regular explosives - armor should be able to hold against the blast at a close range.
Quote: "There is something you should know about me: I am unmoving, like the frozen glaciers. I have the tenacity of the Northern ice, and I will never give in to scum like you." (He changes what he says depending on the situation, but it usually references the north or coldness in some way. It's basically his catchphrase).
Text Color: #a36209
Name/Title: Northern Artillery Unit Mk II "Arachne"
Appearance:
Body & Type: Beast Type
Equipment & Armaments :
Hand Slots: Multi-Missile Launcher: Since the Artillery unit does not possess hands, this weapon is mounted on it's back. Capable of launching up to 10 Laser-guided and/or anti-armor missiles at once, and can store a hell of a lot more. This, combined with the salvo, is it's main form of offense.
Sub Weapon Slot: Sub Machine Guns x2, C-4 x2: Sub machine guns located near the underside of the Artillery Unit, meant to deter close range opponents. While weak, they provide a good distraction, allowing C-4 to be launched from the lowest glowing "eye".
Shoulder/Back Spot: Missile Salvo: Same as the Multi-missile launcher. If both are fired at the same time, it launches a total of 20 missiles, with a staggeringly large range, and takes 10 seconds to reload.
Gadget Slot: EMP Missile, Laser Guidance: Laser guidance assists with making the missiles hit long range targets, and the EMP missile can deactivate most mechs that attempt to make it into close range.
Stats Scale
Light/Heavy Body: 9.
Accuracy & Tracking/Firepower: 7.
Air Mobility/Thrusters: 9.
Solo/Skirmisher: 7.
Flavor Text: Designed shortly after the Mk I type mechs became obsolete, the Northern Artillery Unit is a Mk II-class mech, meant for long-ranged assault of enemy troops. It is meant to mainly remain stationary, and the legs are meant to distribute weight, allowing it to traverse the icy wastes of the North and rough terrain at it's slow and steady speed. It was designed to be almost a mobile bunker, capable of having up to 4 other people in the mech along with the pilot, and is densely armored in order to protect the slow moving mech. The missiles are laser guided in order to help aim, and the explosives themselves can easily rip apart smaller mechs. They saw their most use in the land campaigns against Hylo, able to hold out against the Coalition forces by bombarding them with explosives. Comes with an EMP and smaller explosives in order to deter close range combatants. Nick's "Arachne" runs on a Hybrid Generator, allowing it to function at all times with no need to refuel, and combined with the massive storage of ammunition and nearly impregnable armor, the North Artillery Unit is truly a fortress on the battlefield.
Personality: If you had to describe Juichi at a glance, most people who didn't really know him would say he is boisterous, animated and arrogant. He demands recognition, and is always trying to show off his strength to others. He seems greedy for attention and respect, often seen when he exaggerates his abilities and feats, along with those of his companions and friends. Despite this, however, Juichi is a man of determination, refusing to give in, no-matter the odds and displaying a high degree of honor. He shows great loyalty to others, even if he has just met them, getting him in more than a few negative encounters. In addition to this loyalty, however, he has an immense force of personality and charisma, which he has developed and uses in order to encourage and train the other Kendo club members. This makes him able to inspire people easily, and he does his best to keep his friends and loved ones constantly doing the best they can.
Juichi will do everything in his power to protect not only every student he can, but also any human he finds in the tunnels. He prefers diplomacy to combat, but his strong moral compass will cause him to take the side of the victim if he finds people being attacked or harassed. Despite his reckless actions and bold personality, Juichi mainly uses his personality as a front in order to help support other people and encourage them to try as hard as they can, as well as a mask to hide his own anxiety and douobts. While he hates that some of the "wild" demons can be aggressive, he recognizes that they are useful tools. Juichi prefers supportive demons that use healing and buffing spells, but is complacent with any. His favorite demon from the app was Alice.
Appearance:
When he got caught in the tunnel, he was wearing his usual outfit: A leather jacket, the shirt of his school uniform, the pants of his school uniform, dress shoes, and his infamous blue sunglasses. Tobei stands at 6'2, weighing about 195-200 pounds of mostly muscle. Tobei is of African-Japanese descent, and is prone to striking poses to complement his personality.
Backstory: Two Moroccan citizens move to Japan in order to pursue their careers, eventually having a daughter, Chinatsu Tazi. Chinautsu later married Ito Nakada, giving birth to Juichi Nakada a year later. From a young age, it was clear that Juichi was meant to be an athlete. He developed extremely quickly, and always loved spending his time outdoors. However, at an early age, he has shown a difficulty at delicate tasks and things that require intelligence, preferring to use brute force to succeed. While this was well and good for sports, he has shown difficulties in the classroom, struggling to keep up his grades. Juichi always idolized Shounen heroes as role models, marveling at how everyone loved them and that they were always protecting people who couldn't protect themselves. Because of this admiration, he soon adopted their over-the-top and meant for comedy personality, emulating it to this day in order to encourage his friends to try their hardest at anything they do. His favorite character and personal role model was Feather Owl of the "Phoenix Ranger Featherman R" Series.
By the time he entered Middle school, his grades weren't much better, but he was far stronger - He had started weightlifting in order to try and get a sport scholarship to a college. He was extremely popular among most of the students, mainly because of his exaggerated personality and impressive charisma. Some students, however, seemed to dislike Juichi - maybe they didn't like that he was always yelling while they were trying to study, or maybe they were a little racist or something. Either way, middle school saw a significant increase in the number of fights that Juichi participated in. Luckily, however, Juichi was one of, if not the strongest person in the student body, and he was always able to repel his attackers. Eventually, he graduated middle school, enrolling into the local high school
Juichi's life continued monotonously, and besides from the occasional scolding for bad grades, it passed without much incident. Juichi, after much deliberation, finally decided on a sport to choose for scholarships: Kendo. In his freshman year of high school, he entered into the Kendo club, rapidly gaining reputation for his impressive strength and natural talent. In addition, since he didn't seem fond of the idea of finding a part-time job, Juichi also joined the Disciplinary committee, viewing it as a way to protect the innocent like the heroes he respected in his youth and accepting that he couldn't become a hero in the real world. Juichi retained his explosive personality, which led to a massive reputation among the student body. A friend of his even recommended that Juichi sign up for student council president, but Juichi felt like he wouldn't be smart enough to manage the plethora of responsibilities that came with the title. As time went on, he eventually made it to his final year of high school. His senpai passed down the title of Kendo club president when he graduated, and Juichi accepted it somewhat apprehensively. He still didn't feel good about being in a position of authority, but everyone else in the club agreed that he would be the best choice. His position in the disciplinary committee didn't really rise, mainly due to his low grades, but he was well-respected for his ability to convince the school delinquents to follow the rules.
Meanwhile, the stress was slowly building up. With higher rankings in both of his clubs, Juichi had barely any free time to himself, and the time that he did have to himself was taken up by his father lecturing him on finding a job and his mother complaining about his grades. Nevertheless, Juichi's personality remained the same, with very few, if anybody, being able to tell that he was severely stressed. While lying in his bed ready to sleep, he decided to check the app store for something to relieve stress and, after searching for awhile, he found it - The Demon summoning program. Despite the strange name, the app itself seeemed to be a game, and there were tons of positive reviews, so Juichi downloaded it onto his phone. He didn't have much time to spend on it between clubs and household chores, but it was doing a good job of relieving stress whenever he played - The game play was addicting, he could conect with a lot of students at school over it, and the games graphics were incredibly realistic, almost too much so considering it was a phone app. Time passed on for about three weeks, until Juichi was called out to Osaki station.
To his surprise, the Kendo club was planning on throwing him a party for winning a recent match against a neighboring school! They said that after they went to a restaurant and ate, they would head to an actual dojo and practice with real blades! Of course they would only be cutting tatami mats, but It still sounded like an awesome time, and Juichi was extremely thankful to the group. Juichi grabbed his favorite katana from his collection (Which he only had because his father was merciful and convinced his mother it was okay), being sure to put it in it's casing and taking his carrying permit for good measure. Just wait until the guys in the club saw it, they'd be super jealous! Of course, Juichi did plan to share. Hell, he took his sharpening stone as well so that they didn't dull the blade and didn't need to use the dojo's katanas. He didn't live near Osaki station, so he would have to take the Yamanote line to make it there. Deciding to waste time, he opened the demon summoning app, only to see that all his demons were gone, vanished into thin air. Before he could comment, the tunnel was encased in darkness as the power cut out.
(I can change or add stuff if anybody wants to tie their characters into his backstory.)
Weapon: As the president of the Kendo club, Juichi owned numerous swords at his home. Luckily, he was bringing his favorite with him to show off to some of his kouhai. He has a sharpening stone which he planned to use to show his friends how to sharpen a blade. Other than that, he's only got his fists.
Writing up a character now, he's going to be a strength-based guy. I'll leave some of his backstory a little open in case anyone wants to tie in their character, but I plan on making him the president of the Kendo club if that's okay.