Post by ARTYOM DOZMOROV on Dec 14, 2011 0:09:55 GMT -5
Artyom Kelavayevich Dozmorov • Teacher • Male • Heterosexual
»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.
Artyom entered the room with a reasonably unkempt appearance. It was, however, by no means slovenly. He headed over to the chair and sat down. "Well, I'm Artyom Kalevayevich Dozmorov and I'm actually nineteen. I actually came here to apply to be a teacher," Artyom said. He leaned back into the chair.
»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.
Artyom ran his hand through his hair. "I can cancel out or at least mitigate other people's powers. It requires some minimal amount of concentration, but not too much.First, I gauge what the power is before I find some way to respond. Usually, mental powers are actually more difficult to weaken that physical ones," he said.
"I don't know why that is true. Sometimes, I may meet people who have the power to mimic other powers, which usually leads to a duel of wills of sorts," he elaborated further.
»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?"
Artyom thought back to his childhood. Oftentimes, this affected his ability to speak English. However, he still worked to keep some semblance of coherence. "Well, I was born in a little village in the Komi Republic to rather traditional Komi parents. Being gifted first appeared in my grandfather, and I believe that he could either use psionic blasts or psychic weapons-I don't remember which. My father had the other one," he said. He reminisced quietly about the past.
"Anyways, I'm not too proud to say this, but I was rather lazy. I never actually cared about school for any reason. I discovered my power one day when, in a bout of anger, my dad used a psionic blast against me. I managed to reduce its severity by putting in a little energy and effort. He seemed shocked! About a year later, on account of my laziness and my ability to indirectly resist punishment, my parents basically kicked me out. However, I did manage to find my way here," Artyom said while hoping that he did not come off in some wrong way.
»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?
"My plans?" Artyom said, slightly surprised. "I haven't exactly given much thought to any future plans. Perhaps I will actually make plans later on in life," he said. "I would like a job that makes a decent amount of money," he added.
»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.
"By way of hobbies, I do like electronics, namely remote controlled helicopters. I don't have much more worth mentioning," Artyom responded.
»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.
"Unfortunately," Artyom said, "I haven't given too much thought into my support or lack thereof for AGM. I tend to support it, but if you asked me to defend my beliefs, I am afraid that I couldn't." "Anything that I may think can easily change," he added.
»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.
here.
Artyom entered the room with a reasonably unkempt appearance. It was, however, by no means slovenly. He headed over to the chair and sat down. "Well, I'm Artyom Kalevayevich Dozmorov and I'm actually nineteen. I actually came here to apply to be a teacher," Artyom said. He leaned back into the chair.
»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.
Artyom ran his hand through his hair. "I can cancel out or at least mitigate other people's powers. It requires some minimal amount of concentration, but not too much.First, I gauge what the power is before I find some way to respond. Usually, mental powers are actually more difficult to weaken that physical ones," he said.
"I don't know why that is true. Sometimes, I may meet people who have the power to mimic other powers, which usually leads to a duel of wills of sorts," he elaborated further.
»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?"
Artyom thought back to his childhood. Oftentimes, this affected his ability to speak English. However, he still worked to keep some semblance of coherence. "Well, I was born in a little village in the Komi Republic to rather traditional Komi parents. Being gifted first appeared in my grandfather, and I believe that he could either use psionic blasts or psychic weapons-I don't remember which. My father had the other one," he said. He reminisced quietly about the past.
"Anyways, I'm not too proud to say this, but I was rather lazy. I never actually cared about school for any reason. I discovered my power one day when, in a bout of anger, my dad used a psionic blast against me. I managed to reduce its severity by putting in a little energy and effort. He seemed shocked! About a year later, on account of my laziness and my ability to indirectly resist punishment, my parents basically kicked me out. However, I did manage to find my way here," Artyom said while hoping that he did not come off in some wrong way.
»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?
"My plans?" Artyom said, slightly surprised. "I haven't exactly given much thought to any future plans. Perhaps I will actually make plans later on in life," he said. "I would like a job that makes a decent amount of money," he added.
»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.
"By way of hobbies, I do like electronics, namely remote controlled helicopters. I don't have much more worth mentioning," Artyom responded.
»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.
"Unfortunately," Artyom said, "I haven't given too much thought into my support or lack thereof for AGM. I tend to support it, but if you asked me to defend my beliefs, I am afraid that I couldn't." "Anything that I may think can easily change," he added.
»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.
here.
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