Post by TAKHASIS SHADOW JAYDOR on Apr 1, 2012 13:25:06 GMT -5
[classy=apptite]TAKHASIS SHADOW JAYDOR
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THIRTY. BROODING. STERN. OMNISEXUAL. WIDOWER.
[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Izumo! Look who's it is! It's Takhasis Shadow Jaydor! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Tak, Mr. Jay, Mr. Jaydor, and Papa? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on April 21st, and grew up to be a hefty 6’7”. You can always tell it's Takhasis because of their dark, dark brown hair, dark brown (though the left is cloudy and the pupil permanently expanded) eyes and visible scarring on his face, biracial, looks damn good in drag, very muscular, and a dichromatic eye. Not to mention they've gotten themselves two tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Hideto Takarai? I personally don't see it though ....[/classy]
[classy=app1]The fat lard of a principal looked over his papers with a rather disinterested attitude. He noticed you sitting down, but doesn't really have the courtesy to look up from his desk. To you, he says out loud. "Let's begin sha'll we? Tell me the basic details about yourself." With a cough, he shuffled through is papers and glanced at you once through his small eye glasses.
He eases himself into the chair slowly, feeling it creak a bit under his weight and adjusting accordingly. He crosses his legs as any man would, his left leg coming up to rest on the thigh of the right. One hand rests on his left ankle while the other rests on the arm of his chair, drawing idle shapes on the wood for something to do. He studies the man’s desk and then the man himself. “My name is Takhasis Shadow Jaydor,” he began, not accustomed to the lack of attention his name was drawing. He was so used to people confused by the fact that he didn’t have a Japanese name. Well, if the man wasn’t going to ask he wouldn’t explain it and simply continued on. “I am thirty years old, and applying to teach geography and P.E. Possibly assist with Special Ability Classes if the need arises. I have a five year old son named Jo, who has shown signs of an ability of his own, and I’m blind in my left eye.” That was about as basic as he could get, he supposed. There wasn’t really much else to say. He almost felt like he should mention having attended his final two years of high school here, but that seemed redundant.
With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, threw his glasses on the desk and ran his chubby fingers through thinning, greasy hair. He pinched the nose of his bridge and closed his eyes tightly as he said, "You know about the truth of this place. Now, I didn't invite you personally, my staff did. So please, give me a run down of your power." With his eyes still shut, the principal gestured with one arm toward you to begin.
“I manipulate plants, which may seem mundane but it is far from it,” he started, still drawing shapes on the wood. “For instance, I can still take from the wood of a chair or a desk or a floor as long as it’s rich enough. It is more difficult the more treated and ‘fake’ the wood is, but it still stands that I can manipulate the plant even if it’s not coming out of the ground. Pressed flowers, a wooden chest; it takes more concentration of course. I discovered it when I was really young, about my son’s age.” His gaze faltered from being held on the man for the first time, looking down at the fingers that were still drawing onto the arm of the chair. “My mother used to do a lot of gardening, and back in the days when I was naïve and worshipped her we would spend hours tending to her gardens. It was a somewhat uneventful discovery where she simply noticed the seeds I planted tended to grow significantly faster. I was unaware that this was anything special or unordinary until I reached my teens.” He tried his best to hide the hurt from his voice, ghosted with a painful childhood.
Finally, his eyes opened groggily. However, he wasn't much warmer. He yawned loudly and largely as he looked over your paper. With eyes watery and face red he continued, "I see why we would have invited you. Let's see..ah yes. Mind telling a bit about your family and where you're from?"
Takhasis sighed, a long and exasperated and almost pain-filled sigh. His eyes closed and he was quiet for a long time before finally opening them to answer. “To put it simply, I was not graced with a good childhood. Most of what I remember is filled with pain, and to get into it would be uncomfortable and painstaking. It would take far too long to tell it all, so I will summarize as best as I can. My mother was unfaithful to her husband, and my father was a homeless wanderer rather than the man who raised me. The man who raised me was an abusive man from New York, hence not having a Japanese name. I had an older step-brother who was also abusive. When I was finally free of them I moved to America to leave that family behind. I met the woman of my dreams, married her, and then we had a son. She died when he was two years old of unnatural causes. Since then I’ve simply been trying to make sure he is well taken care of.” This was as far detailed as he was willing to get, and just that seemed to physically exhaust him.
While you were talking, the principal had made himself comfortable by leaning back in his chair and intertwining his fingers. "Hmpf. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans in the future? Outside of AMG?"
“To be blunt, my only real plan is to make sure my son has a privileged life. I want to give him everything I never had. That is the only plan I really have, which engulfs my life. Every choice I make returns back to Jo.” Simple as that.
He looks much more interested now, rather awake and in a slightly better mood. "Tell me, do you have any hobbies?" he inquired, creating soft jazz hands at the word 'hobbies' as if to mock it. "You're aware that it may be difficult to continue these on the island, as you may not leave outside of break?" It was more of a statement than a question.
“First of all, I am a grown man I will leave as I see fit. Second, restricting the students’ creative abilities is not going to make them appreciate their stay here any more. If anything they will simply hate it even more than a teenager generally hates anything. As for hobbies, I am a man of simple tastes. I am content in a garden or surrounded by nature. I used to be an ‘Odd Job Jack’; played guitar in a band, modeled for amateur photographers, dabbled in photography myself, played football and soccer. I’ve slowed down significantly and tend to stick to nature and whatever hobby Jo has taken up next.” Recently it’s been hair dressing, resulting in Takhasis going out with lopsided ponytails.
The principal crossed his fat arms and leaned on his desk. In a much more serious tone, he asked, "Be honest, child. How do you feel about all of this...supernatural stuff?" his shoulders shrugged as he said it.
“Child?” His eyes narrowed and his idle fingers ceased their sketches. “I would appreciate being shown the same respect as you would like to receive.” With that said… “I feel like for the time being it needs to be treated with extreme caution until the world understands it more. People react to the unknown with anger and destruction. Society hasn’t even completely accepted homosexuality yet, how can we expect people to accept people such as ourselves?” He returned to his idle fiddling
He leaned back on the chair that squeaked under his weight. "I see. Personally, I have mixed feelings. Anyway, we're finished now." The Principal grunted loudly as he got up to shake your hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, do you have any questions for AMG?" he added, as he let go of your hand and buzzed the receptionist to lead you out.
Takhasis stood and shook the man’s hand. “Thank you for the opportunity,” he spoke as politely as he could, giving a nod of his head and turning to leave.[/classy][classy=app2]dee. est. dinosaur.[/classy]
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