Post by uriel on Dec 17, 2006 21:03:38 GMT -5
Character Name: Professor Uriel Brede
Approx. Age: 65
Description: Uriel Brede is an old man, tipping the very zenith of maturity. He has an unimposing musculature, but his character is modest and sagacious, and he is always there to ferry his students towards unlocking the subtleties of his choice field, which he teaches with utmost gravity. He is gossamer-thin, as if his entire body is as feathery as a paperweight, and he wears black spectacles. His robes are of a sanguine coloration.
Subject: Ancient Runes
Tell a little about your character: Brede specializes in encoding and decoding cryptograms. He particularly enjoys riddling his lessons with off-of-the-matter conversations, erecting the interest of his students. Out of his lessons and lectures, on the other hand, he is a fun-loving and esthetic magus, who appreciates the company of his myriad registrants.
RP Sample (Preferably a lesson): On the first lesson, Brede would ask the students to provide their opinions on the Runic languages of the universe. He would then use his wand to work a spell, showing a nine-pointed symbol on the wall: This would represent a message that has yet to be decoded. It would fall upon the students to pair together, using all of their prior knowledge to try and decode the message to their ability.
The lesson:
'Welcome,' uttered Brede, amending the position of his bridged spectacles with a corrective flick of his wand. To the entirety of the room, constituted of students and high-perched owls alike, the man had the semblance of a wizened scholar: His white-gray wisps of hair, the senescent maturity that painted his face, and the sanguine frock; his righteous ensemble.
'Today,' he continued, 'you are all to tell me all that you know of Ancient Runes: A subject so utterly labyrinthine, that it frequently cudgels the mind to utmost insanity, I'd say.'
'The most banal subject, really," opined a student in the back of the room. Out of true, sophomoric vernacular did he reply to Brede's statement; he was not to be so jejune a second time, however, so shown by a sadistic gesticulation from the maven's wand. A brilliant coruscation from the tip of the wood: The seat upon which the adolescent sat gave way to an instantaneous cracking. And so he fell to his bum, pacified of all but one riposte:
"Was that really needed, sir?"
"I'd reckon so. Please, no savage vernacularism within my confines."
Approx. Age: 65
Description: Uriel Brede is an old man, tipping the very zenith of maturity. He has an unimposing musculature, but his character is modest and sagacious, and he is always there to ferry his students towards unlocking the subtleties of his choice field, which he teaches with utmost gravity. He is gossamer-thin, as if his entire body is as feathery as a paperweight, and he wears black spectacles. His robes are of a sanguine coloration.
Subject: Ancient Runes
Tell a little about your character: Brede specializes in encoding and decoding cryptograms. He particularly enjoys riddling his lessons with off-of-the-matter conversations, erecting the interest of his students. Out of his lessons and lectures, on the other hand, he is a fun-loving and esthetic magus, who appreciates the company of his myriad registrants.
RP Sample (Preferably a lesson): On the first lesson, Brede would ask the students to provide their opinions on the Runic languages of the universe. He would then use his wand to work a spell, showing a nine-pointed symbol on the wall: This would represent a message that has yet to be decoded. It would fall upon the students to pair together, using all of their prior knowledge to try and decode the message to their ability.
The lesson:
'Welcome,' uttered Brede, amending the position of his bridged spectacles with a corrective flick of his wand. To the entirety of the room, constituted of students and high-perched owls alike, the man had the semblance of a wizened scholar: His white-gray wisps of hair, the senescent maturity that painted his face, and the sanguine frock; his righteous ensemble.
'Today,' he continued, 'you are all to tell me all that you know of Ancient Runes: A subject so utterly labyrinthine, that it frequently cudgels the mind to utmost insanity, I'd say.'
'The most banal subject, really," opined a student in the back of the room. Out of true, sophomoric vernacular did he reply to Brede's statement; he was not to be so jejune a second time, however, so shown by a sadistic gesticulation from the maven's wand. A brilliant coruscation from the tip of the wood: The seat upon which the adolescent sat gave way to an instantaneous cracking. And so he fell to his bum, pacified of all but one riposte:
"Was that really needed, sir?"
"I'd reckon so. Please, no savage vernacularism within my confines."
