Post by TIGRAN GHAZARYAN on Dec 4, 2011 3:44:40 GMT -5
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TIGRAN JAVAD GHAZARYAN • JUNIOR • 16 • LEVON ARONIAN
Life finds a way.
Life finds a way.
"Let's begin, shall we? Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything."
Tigran sat down and tried to relax. He was rather tense from the outset from nervousness. However, he was starting to settle down now that the interview had already begun. After taking in two breaths of air, he began to speak. "I am Tigran Javad Ghazaryan. I was born on July 8, 1994. I came here to apply for the...what is it?" he thought aloud before he remembered. "Oh yes, the junior level," he said. He tried his best to hide his slight accent.
"All right. So you know the truth about this place. What exactly did we invite you to this school for?"
He managed to slighly wince inwardly at the thought of his power. He finally said, "I somehow can heal myself very quickly after an injury. I was first aware when a firefight broke out in my little village and I was actually caught in the crossfire. Somehow, I felt the pain enough to concentrate my body's natural healing processes to recover the wound. However, that took a lot of energy so I can't use it very well." "I eventually realized that first, I need to feel intense pain before I can, for lack of a better word, activate it," Tigran said. "Otherwise, I might mutilate myself," he said, remembering awful cases of people impervious to pain doing so to themselves.
"Oh yes. I see now why we would have invited you. Tell me please, a bit of background information. What is home life to you?"
Tigran thought back to explain his background. They were mainly painful memories to him. His passed was marred with some of such events. "Well," he began, "I was born in an Armenian village in eastern Nagorno-Karabakh. The town had both large Armenian and Azerbaijani communities. When the Nagorno-Karabakh War broke out, initially my town was left alone by both forces."
He gulped at the thought of the war and stared at the ground. Tears began to well up in his eyes, but he was too proud to let them fall. "However, both Armenian and Azeri soldiers had a skirmish in the later parts of the war. Officially, I found out later in life, the peace treaty had already been signed, but these soldiers clearly did not know that. Most of the Azerbaijani troops had retreaded and the Armenians laid claim to the town," he said. He grimaced again at the thought of what happened next. "The skirmish itself lasted only a day or two. After the Azeris retreated and the Armenians claimed the village, the Armenians planned on killing all the ethnic Azeris who lived there. Even though we were Armenian and supported Armenia annexing Karabakh, we took the time to hide some of our Azeri neighbors from Armenian forces. However, Armenian soldiers stormed my house and killed my Azeri neighbors and friends in front of my eyes. I watched them plead for their lives to no avail," he said, his voice almost a whisper.
"During the skirmish, I was shot-I care not whether the bullet was Azerbaijani or Armenian-and that is when I discovered my power," he said. "Anyways, our home was nearly destroyed by the skirmish and then the storming. We decided to move to Georgia. We moved to Kutaisi. Somehow, I learned Georgian and Russian.. I was always a shy kid who liked to read. Sometimes people made fun of me, but it was never too bad. Eventually, some of my teachers and my doctor found out about my ability. They inquired about this place, so here I am," he finished and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I see. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans for outside of AMG?"
Tigran thought to himself for a few seconds before responding. "I have found myself fascinated with chemistry and pure mathematics. Perhaps I will be a chemist or a chemical engineer. Other than that, I don't have any big plans as of yet," he said. Clearly, that was not enough. However, he did not care. He knew that what he wanted to do would come to him later on.
"Huh. That's fine, actually. Uh... would you like to tell me about any hobbies or part-time jobs you have? It may be too difficult to continue once you're on the island."
Tigran was about the speak and his face showed excitement before he sank back down in the chair. "Philosophy and history are two of my hobbies. I do like chess, but I'm not particularly very good at it. I've also found interest in remote-controlled helicopters." he said. He did plenty in his free time, but these were clearly his chief hobbies.
He thought back to his simple job. "I had a job as a street sweeper in Kutaisi for a few months before coming here. That clearly isn't anything special," he said, slightly embarrassed.
"We're nearly finished now. But I'd like to know, how do you feel about AMG and super natural powers. I ask you be honest here."
He sat in a pensive position. "I really don't have much of an opinion of this program. Perhaps I can learn to use my power more effectively. I have never given much thought into that," he said, coming up with what he was saying on the spot.
"Oh, I see. I have mixed feelings about it myself, but I know what I believe in. Well, great! I think we're finished now. I've gotten a real sense of who you are! Thanks so much for your time and we'll let you know. In the meantime, do you have any questions, comments or concerns?"
"I have no concerns now, but thank you for the kind invitation," Tigran said simply.
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"All right. So you know the truth about this place. What exactly did we invite you to this school for?"
He managed to slighly wince inwardly at the thought of his power. He finally said, "I somehow can heal myself very quickly after an injury. I was first aware when a firefight broke out in my little village and I was actually caught in the crossfire. Somehow, I felt the pain enough to concentrate my body's natural healing processes to recover the wound. However, that took a lot of energy so I can't use it very well." "I eventually realized that first, I need to feel intense pain before I can, for lack of a better word, activate it," Tigran said. "Otherwise, I might mutilate myself," he said, remembering awful cases of people impervious to pain doing so to themselves.
"Oh yes. I see now why we would have invited you. Tell me please, a bit of background information. What is home life to you?"
Tigran thought back to explain his background. They were mainly painful memories to him. His passed was marred with some of such events. "Well," he began, "I was born in an Armenian village in eastern Nagorno-Karabakh. The town had both large Armenian and Azerbaijani communities. When the Nagorno-Karabakh War broke out, initially my town was left alone by both forces."
He gulped at the thought of the war and stared at the ground. Tears began to well up in his eyes, but he was too proud to let them fall. "However, both Armenian and Azeri soldiers had a skirmish in the later parts of the war. Officially, I found out later in life, the peace treaty had already been signed, but these soldiers clearly did not know that. Most of the Azerbaijani troops had retreaded and the Armenians laid claim to the town," he said. He grimaced again at the thought of what happened next. "The skirmish itself lasted only a day or two. After the Azeris retreated and the Armenians claimed the village, the Armenians planned on killing all the ethnic Azeris who lived there. Even though we were Armenian and supported Armenia annexing Karabakh, we took the time to hide some of our Azeri neighbors from Armenian forces. However, Armenian soldiers stormed my house and killed my Azeri neighbors and friends in front of my eyes. I watched them plead for their lives to no avail," he said, his voice almost a whisper.
"During the skirmish, I was shot-I care not whether the bullet was Azerbaijani or Armenian-and that is when I discovered my power," he said. "Anyways, our home was nearly destroyed by the skirmish and then the storming. We decided to move to Georgia. We moved to Kutaisi. Somehow, I learned Georgian and Russian.. I was always a shy kid who liked to read. Sometimes people made fun of me, but it was never too bad. Eventually, some of my teachers and my doctor found out about my ability. They inquired about this place, so here I am," he finished and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I see. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans for outside of AMG?"
Tigran thought to himself for a few seconds before responding. "I have found myself fascinated with chemistry and pure mathematics. Perhaps I will be a chemist or a chemical engineer. Other than that, I don't have any big plans as of yet," he said. Clearly, that was not enough. However, he did not care. He knew that what he wanted to do would come to him later on.
"Huh. That's fine, actually. Uh... would you like to tell me about any hobbies or part-time jobs you have? It may be too difficult to continue once you're on the island."
Tigran was about the speak and his face showed excitement before he sank back down in the chair. "Philosophy and history are two of my hobbies. I do like chess, but I'm not particularly very good at it. I've also found interest in remote-controlled helicopters." he said. He did plenty in his free time, but these were clearly his chief hobbies.
He thought back to his simple job. "I had a job as a street sweeper in Kutaisi for a few months before coming here. That clearly isn't anything special," he said, slightly embarrassed.
"We're nearly finished now. But I'd like to know, how do you feel about AMG and super natural powers. I ask you be honest here."
He sat in a pensive position. "I really don't have much of an opinion of this program. Perhaps I can learn to use my power more effectively. I have never given much thought into that," he said, coming up with what he was saying on the spot.
"Oh, I see. I have mixed feelings about it myself, but I know what I believe in. Well, great! I think we're finished now. I've gotten a real sense of who you are! Thanks so much for your time and we'll let you know. In the meantime, do you have any questions, comments or concerns?"
"I have no concerns now, but thank you for the kind invitation," Tigran said simply.
TIGERFIRE • 16 • MALE
