Post by manana on Aug 6, 2013 18:24:28 GMT -6
||| Hakamichi Takashi |||
Mutou Akio (Katawa Shoujo)
#Name; Hakamichi Takashi
#Age ; 36
#Gender ; Male
#Sexuality ; Undecided
#D.O.B. ; June 13th 1967
#Occupation ; World History Teacher
#Year and class ; N/A
#Height ; 6’0”
#Weight ; 12 stone/168lbs/76kg
#Physique ; Lean build, high natural muscle density.
#Hair color and style ; Black, unkempt unless otherwise required
#Eye color ; Brown
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Dark brown suit, face shows signs of sleep deprivation.
#Clothing styles ; Typical teacher clothing – shirts, ties, smart trousers and sensible shoes.
#A more thorough description (optional) ;The teacher stands in at a respectable six feet exactly, though his actual mass is nothing particularly notable. More to the point, his build is unusually lean for someone who actually bothers to exercise on a consistent, weekly basis, while his height is just tall enough to be considered tall. Regarding skin tone, while not exactly being ghostly, it’s worth noting that Takashi's paleness does not look particularly healthy. Whether this is due to him rarely getting out, or whether it’s some form of genetic curse, is still up for debate. Not that he particularly cares, he has more important things to worry about.
One of Takashi’s most prominent traits is his hair. As black as naturally possible, his hair is almost always unkempt, with seemingly minimal efforts in place to keep it from just becoming even more of a tangled mess than it has become already. Not that he doesn’t wash it or comb it – it’s just that you shouldn’t expect him to do much to it after he wakes up in the morning.
His eyes are a significantly darker brown than is normal. While most people would be able to tell what was brown and what was not, it’s difficult to tell (from a distance0 whether Takashi has brown or black eyes. Regardless, they are still bloodshot, and there are bags under them as well.
As a side not, Takashi has what appears to be the “too lazy to shave” man’s stubble, and is somehow able to maintain it.
Regarding clothing, Takashi tends to keep things simple, formal, and within the dress code. And, given the colours of his hair and eyes, it suits him.
Takashi wears dark-coloured shirts, usually dark grey ones, that seem to be a little bit of a loose fit. Not by much, but it’s fairly easy to tell that there was either nothing that fit him, or he just doesn’t put that much effort into picking out his shirts. Probably the latter.
He seems to wear one tie, and one tie only – a simple black one, tied in a Half-Windsor knot. If he wears one at all, that is.
His lower garments aren’t particularly remarkable. Black trousers and shoes, both suited for the workplace, giving him a smart look, despite how haggard he appears to be. The same could be said of the dark brown suit he wears – he never actually seems to take it off.
People often wonder how Takashi manages to keep his job as a teacher, given how he acts in the classroom.
One of the traits he is known for throughout the school, is his tendency to appear relaxed to the point of indolence. Students will often find him reading some zombie novel or other when he should be doing paperwork, getting frustrated at Minesweeper when he should be responding to emails sent three days ago, and he has even been found sleeping during lunch breaks. For those who don’t know him, it’s a wonder how he even manages to get any work done on time. And yet, despite his laid-back nature and blank expression, there are few people as reliable as he when getting paperwork done.
And then there is the matter of his eccentricity. Wherever there are normal people, doing normal things, you can count on Takashi to be sitting on the sidelines eating a brand of food that most people probably haven’t heard of. When there’s a book craze going on, you can guarantee Takashi’ll be browsing for something detailing zombies and/or unicorns. All in all, he fits in, but only just – and this is perhaps why a lot of students like him. He doesn’t seem like a teacher – he seems more like the mad uncle whose idea of conversation is to spout random, interesting, yet completely useless facts.
But, there is something bubbling underneath his exterior that is probably the reason he manages to keep the job – his passion for it. For, you see, Takashi sees each of his pupils as his own children. Each one of them he cares about, no matter how much of a problem child they may be. When one of them gets hurt, and they try to hide it, it’s him that asks them how it’s happened. When one of his pupils gets bullied, it’s him they come to and confide in. He feels no greater pride, than watching is pupils grow, and watching them learn. Nothing pains him more, than seeing his students leave for the big, wide world. Despite what his peers, his students and Scruffy the janitor say, there are few people better suited to teaching than he.
#History ;Born to a Western historian and a Japanese teacher, it seemed like Takashi was destined to learning about history. And he did take a great interest – but not in his school’s lectures, unfortunately. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, though. He loved history, with every fibre of his being. It was just that his teachers were often too boring or too hated to get the message across, and lessons quickly became just a manual copy/paste session, from textbook to workbook. He didn’t particularly excel in any other subjects, and his athletic abilities were something he preferred to keep to himself. Fortunately, during his later years of high school, his salvation came.
Salvation came in the form of his history teacher. A worldly man, he seemed to always know what to say – and when nothing needed to be said. While most teachers held a professional approach, and were often serious about their subjects, Takashi’s teacher took a different approach to it. Yes, he was serious about his subject – there were few in the school that held as much passion for the subject as he. It was his method of teaching, and his demeanour that made students actually bother paying attention in his lessons. He was the very reason history was so popular among older students.
Takashi’s history teacher saw each and every one of his pupils as someone with limitless potential. They may not have achieved the greatest results, but he pushed them as hard as he could, to get the best he could out of them. And he didn’t even force it out of them. He didn’t just teach, he actually interacted with students. Joked with them, joked about them, made note of what they needed and what they wanted, and made his lessons adapt to them – not what the school board said he had to do. The test scores were consistently high, so nobody seemed to pay him much mind, allowing him to do all sorts of things to engage students.
Eventually, after many years of studying, several bad decisions involving two pints of alcohol and a sheep, and a license to teach later, Takashi came out to the big wide world, hoping to emulate the success that his old teacher had inspired him to have. For, you see, the terrible teachers Takashi had had did not make him bitter – rather, they had made him worried, that a child may not be getting the education they deserved. So, he had resolved to remedy this, even a little bit, by becoming a teacher himself. It wasn’t easy, and he knew it wouldn’t ever be again, but he felt it would be worth it.
And it was. He took up a position in a quiet little town, one he felt he would be able to feel at ease in. He was never big on the hustle and bustle of the city and large towns, and anywhere more remote would just move too slowly for him. Currently, he’s been teaching world history to third years for ten years, more or less. He’d actually spent a few years doing lower-paying jobs, as teaching positions didn’t always open up when he needed them, and his lax demeanour didn’t always impress the interviewers. Hikarizaka Private High School, however, does not regret hiring him, having witnessed the results he can get his students to achieve.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Manana
#Age ; Is this compulsory? I’m not comfortable with revealing this sort of information.
#Gender ; Male
#Seen the anime/played the visual novel? ; Seen the anime, read Tomoyo After - Dear Shining Memories. Have not been able to play the novel – have you SEEN shipping rates these days?
#How did you find us? ; Iwaku advertisement section
#Sample RP ;
Mondays. Oh, how Takashi hated Mondays. He didn’t hate his job, it was more to do with the fact that he usually felt like he was hung over, whenever the new week rolled around. It didn’t help that he was expected to attend a briefing, but he refused to grumble, knowing that it had all been there in the job description. Greetings from some of his peers were returned half-heartedly, not out of an unwillingness to reply, but out of an inability to do so properly. A quick mug of coffee would probably see to that, or a hefty dose of sugar, but for now, he had to endure it.
Eventually, his students had assembled in their form room, not taking note of him reading what appeared to be a collection of classic western fairy tales, zombified. By now, it was such a common occurrence, Takashi could probably take in a book on the most brutal tortures in the history of the word, and nobody would bat an eyelid. Seeing that all of his students were assembled, he set his book down, in order to take the register. A legal requirement, and a tedious one at that, but he didn’t want to lose his job just yet. That aside, it at least managed to get the class quiet for a minute or two.
“Alright, everyone, lesson’s starting. Ponytail, Pinkie, get back to your seats, we don’t have all day. Trust me, you’ll love this – we’re just starting on Operation Barbarossa.”
Though the class listened intently, knowing that Takashi often made little quips during his lectures that often elicited at least a little giggle or chuckle, most of them acknowledged that “Operation Barbarossa” sounded like a badly-named American movie. Having been taught about it, and having taught it, Takashi was well aware of this fact, but did not care to address it. “So, Operation Barbarossa. Summer of forty-one, the USSR. Four-Eyes, what was happening at that time?”
“World War Two, sir?”
“I’m going to need you to be a tiny bit more specific there.”