bloodvymassacre
Level 1
Out-Of-Character Information
What is your Minecraft username?
Bloodvymassacre
What is your discord username?
bloodvymassacre. (with the period!)
What is your time zone?
EST
Link(s) to any previous applications on the server:
N/A
What are your current roles on the server? (If you're college, specify your degree level):
[Grade-12] Juno V. Jaishi
[Grade-12] Mael V. Moreau
[Grade-12] Athena Vasilios
[Grade-12] Cirelle M. Corbeau
[Grade-8] Enkai Ai
[Racoon] Rigby
Describe your activity and roleplay experience on the server:
My activity on this server is pretty active, I try to spend at least one hour of each day online, I spend a great portion of that time actively roleplaying, getting interactions in with other players, and getting into some interesting antics with my close-knit friend group, With all of these experiences gathered together, I never seem to find a dull moment. I find great enjoyment with involving myself in ongoing scenes, and contributing to the server as much as I can rather than remaining passive!
Over the span of 7 years, I've found my roleplay experience rapidly evolving! Despite the fact I have only been a part of this specific community for roughly five months, I've found myself quickly adapting to the mechanics and characters. Recently, My main character, Juno V. Jaishi, made her way into the occult club, which has opened up many more valuable opportunities! Outside of the server itself, I have years of roleplay experience gathered up! Beginning on Discord in literate, Hardcore story-driven groups revolving around high school settings, and other forum-based roleplays!
I personally find myself placing a strong emphasis on my own detailed works of writing and character driven interactions! Everyday I strive a little more to learn how I can be even more descriptive, providing thoughtful responses within every session I am welcomed into. My dedication to quality within my roleplay responses allows me to contribute a sense of meaningful world building into my characters, and Karakura itself, as well as support an engaging environment to both experienced and new players!
In your own words, why do you think professors are important to SchoolRP?
I believe professors are a key point to SRP because of numerous reasons! Starting off with reason one, they add structure, and a sense of realism to the world of Karakura. A college wouldn't exactly be a college without them, as they add a sense of activity and allow the school to feel more immersive alongside the teachers and clubs. Next, professors can also find themselves playing a nurturing role in guiding adult students, prepping them for challenges they may face in their future while still encouraging independence and personal growth. Finally, they can inspire a sense of discovery within the students themselves, delving into passions outside the classroom (such as art!) as well as help seek out creativity and expression beyond school gates.
Do you acknowledge that if you are inactive, you may face demotion or removal from the faction?
Yes! I do acknowledge this factor, and I am fully understanding if this ends up being an outcome.
Do you understand if your application is accepted, you may have to undergo professor training?:
I do understand! I have no personal issue under-going training, as if I am accepted, I want to make sure I play my role as accurately as I possibly can!
In-Character Information
What's your character's full name?
Itsuki Eisho
"My name?" Itsuki lolled his head to the right, bringing his fingertips up to brush what appeared to be oil-spilled colored strands messily behind his ear. He shifted, The chair making a soft squeak underneath his weight before shifting again, After a few moments of this, he settled for a crisscrossed applesauce position. The restless man raised his rugged paint stained hand upwards, sliding it neatly into the little square pocket of his apron. He retrieved a black ballpoint pen, raising it to place between his teeth unattentively, beginning to chew on the edge of the cap. He sat in silence for a few moments, as if his thoughts happened to be scattered, scanning over the room a few good times before pine and dirt colored irises landed square onto the window. "That's such a… hard question… OH!" His pupils reeled back toward the interviewer, slamming his palms down onto the desk before him with a loud THUD! "Itsuki! Itsuki... Ahh.. Eisho… Now, listen…” He raised his left hand, wavering it towards the side of the room. “Do you see how the light is shining through that window right now?” As he started to ramble onward, both of his hands rose again, pen clattering about in his teeth as words mumbled their way out passionately, pointing at the rays coming through the window, moving frantically as he explained. “How it.. bends and pulls, really capturing its subject- well, your office of course… How pretty! I always did take time out of my day to admire the little-” He paused for a moment, his expression blank before snapping into a bright smile. “HOLD ON A MOMENT… WHERE WAS I?" The scrambled gentlemen shot his hand forwards, offering it for a firm shake! After all, what was an interview without his manners? "Thanks for havin' me!"
Age (Minimum is 27):
27
The man's head flopped over to the opposite side now, looking somewhat akin to that of a feral animal as he... continued to chew.. on the pen.. before snapping out of his ink-hungry daze at the sound of the second question. Wow, what a magnificent start. He shook his head firm, that smile still held wide and proud. "Now you want my age? Wow, you guys sure are nosy!" He teased, bringing his elbow up and forward to poke and prod at the interviewer before sitting up straight, shoulders back.. Which apparently only lasted for a few moments. He leaned forwards, his elbows resting onto the wooden surface, fingers interlocked underneath his chin as he inclined forward. "Well, C’mon then, Toss me a good guess!" He crept even closer, the faint scent of dried chemicals lingering off of his attire. "I know what you’re thinkin’... Twenty- NO! Eighteen! Be honest!" He started to bat his- surprisingly long, luminous, eyelashes. He brought his hand forward, a little wave of his hand. "STAWP IT! STAAWWP IT! YOU'RE TOO KIND, REALLY!!" He began.. to giggle... stomping his feet underneath the table giddily, He held eye contact for a dramatically long pause, letting out a sigh as he flipped himself around in the chair, back facing the interviewer as he raised his hand to his forehead. He leaned his head downwards, making eye-contact from an awkward upside-down view. "Alas... I am.. a pitiful.. 27 years of age.." He let out a defeated huff, before returning to the chair properly upright, using his hands on the table to spin himself around, The clacking of the wheels just faintly audible with each spin.
Nationality:
Japanese Puerto Rican
Itsuki almost fell out of that damn chair, this question seemed to shake him to his core, finishing his half turn ever so slowly, eyes tearing through the interviewer with that same, playful grin, the same one he’d stare at an empty canvas with. "Are you allowed to ask that? Isn't that like.. against.. APPI.. or something..?" his smile stretched bigger and bigger, until the man burst out laughing, wheezing so hard at his own dad joke that the pen he had once chewed on landed square at his feet, ink bleeding all over the nice red carpet of the interview room.. "OH! OH DEAR…” Then he blanked again, staring at the ink bleeding into the fibers… wait a minute- “LET ME GET THAT FOR YOU! IM SO SORRY!" He scrabbled downward, a sharp POP! of his back echoing off of the walls as his left hand patted the floor in search of the long lost pen... his right hand rose, firmly placed onto the lower disks of his back, letting out a loud holler. "AUUGH! AWWWH MY BACK! MYY BAACK!" So much for passing as 18, huh Eisho? After a few moments, he scooped up the pen.. the ink still battered and busted all over the floor, and now, his hands too. He gulped, slowly reclining himself back into the chair, a wince of his eyes betraying the pain he tried to hide. "No.. nooo I'm fine, reaaally.. just a little.. sORE.. iS aLl.." He weakly spoke, his tongue making a small appearance to lick his dry lips before straightening again, POP! He slipped the pen into his apron's pocket once more, The interviewer’s eyes following the ink as it seeped through his colorful apron.. though the man paid no mind whatsoever. He groaned once more, before answering with that same weak rasp. "JApEneSE PuErTo RIcAN"
Preferred Subject:
Art, Multimedia/Mixed Media Arts
After a few heavy breaths of recovery, Itsuki furrowed his eyebrows, Oxide green and brown staring straight into the interviewer's soul... "I mean.. shi- I MEAN SHOOT! SHHOOOOT! DARRRN! DAAAANG! haha.. haha.. haaah..." He coughed, Cheeks reddening for the language he almost let slip. "So uh… what subject do you think i’d uh… fit for?" His feet started to kick underneath the table, black splotches from the pen staining him even more now. "Literature..? BOOORING! Or uh- how about- wait, no, what do you think-" He squinted his eyes, tilting in confusion towards the name tag. "Suuu.. sie..? Oh.. That’s not right.. Is it..?" He dismissed his mistake quickly with a wave of his hand, he was far from that of being a literature teacher. "Culinary? HA!" The room went quiet for a moment as a small bead of sweat fell from the nervous wreck of a man, he then reached his arms forward, hands planted onto the interviewer’s shoulders. He drew in a sharp breath. "I almost burned my kitchen down the last time I cooked." Eisho’s lips betrayed this serious tone, curving into a smile that caused him to crack up as he slithered back into the leather chair. "Okay, so how about art? Mixed media or multimedia would do the trick, kids like variety!" He gestured down towards his little apron, splattered with colors. “I think I already look the part, and well, I’ve had the hobby for years!”
Describe the character: How do they look and act? What makes them unique and different?
Itsuki Eisho is a messy and chaotic man who always seems to have something to say. Upon first glance, his skin is a pretty caramel shade, face framed with darkened hair that falls around his shoulders. Upon a closer look, very faded hair dye blends into the wavy strands, giving the illusion of an oil spill. His eyes are a pretty heterochromic difference, his left eye vibrant with all sorts of greens, while his right eye consists of warmer browns. As for the man’s dress style, Eisho can typically be seen walking around in warm sweaters, golden rings, and baggy pants. He is very fond of the hippie style, but with a messy, classical twist. Itsuki’s signature touch is his apron, always splattered with paint and ready for a day of chaos and mess.
Itsuki’s personality is all over the place, just like himself. Wild, rambunctious, very carefree, but when it comes to keeping a job, Eisho hones in on his stricter side. Despite his passion for the arts, it’s never paid well.. Not only that, but young adults sure can be a hassle! Itsuki is a very caring type of guy, he recognizes that each person in his life comes from a different upbringing, some similar, but never the same. He finds beauty in everyone’s flaws, and struggles to find a sense of routine. At the end of the day, Eisho is the type of professor to sit down and listen to problems, as long as you make an art piece to go along with it.
What makes Eisho unique is… nothing! Itsuki feels as though he is a very normal guy, perhaps a bit clumsy, but just like anyone else he has morals, passions and dreams. Eisho thinks of things as one big masterpiece, everyone being just one more little streak of paint added to the canvas. Perhaps a little loud, over excited, cannot sit still, but a human, just like everyone else.
What are their plans for the future? Optionally, what is their past?
To open an art studio, mixed with photography.
Worked for Hime studios as the director & head of photography.
Itsuki laid himself onto his side uncomfortably across the chair, he was far too big for this thing. His head was held upright by one arm while his feet dangled over the opposite end of the chair awkwardly. He hummed for a minute, flipping onto his back as his head fell onto the soft arm of the chair, he brought his paint stained hands up to the air to admire. "My future huh? That's pretty deep. Someday, I'd like to open my own art studio. Photography, as well. I love the way that art comes in different forms, ya know? Like, the way the ocean never fully settles, it just rises and falls, but never ends. Or the way the moon and sun trade places every night and day. Art is undeniably beautiful, There’s a little bit of it in everything, Everything we do, and say.. I hope that's something that sticks with me, no matter the age." The Japanese puerto rican smiled, spewing something random in Spanish before flopping over to his opposite side now, restless, yet again. "As for my past, I was head of department for Hime Studios- I KNOW, CRAZY RIGHT?!" He brought himself upright swiftly, bringing both of his scrunched up hands to his temples as he drew them outwards, expanding them as they fell further and further; when they reached midair, he opened them wide. A loud "BOOOM!" The sound effect escaped his lips before really focusing his attention back in. "Creative director, head of photography. I worked with more well known models of the industry, for example Esme Lavigne- Dunnoifyou'veeverheardofherbutboythatgirlsSUCHAHOOT!" He smacked his right hand down onto his knee hard for a minute, Cackling- before the gears in his brain recalibrated once more. "But I had to quit. Between you and me, that place had some…. Interesting quirks, It hurt my little heart strings, ya know? I can’t go too much into the details, but it seems like the place had a lot to learn about their employee’s individuality. I had all sorts of family stuff going on at the time- and the big boss of the place? Miss Elenore Lavigne? That woman loved my talent, HATED my ethics." For a few moments he strayed off topic about how much he had loved his job, felt guilty for leaving those poor models behind before- "OH RIGHT! NEXT QUESTION PLEASE!" He cheesed.
What is their outlook on students and their co-workers?
Everyone deserves respect, no matter the age or the story behind them. Everyone is an equal human being.
The man's colorful iris' darted over to a stray cup of iced coffee sitting on the interviewer's desk. A lump welled up in his throat as he glanced over to them, then to the cup, then back at them again. "You weren't... planning on like.. drinking that, were you?" Before the man could get a reply, his hand stretched forward in one fluid motion, bringing the cup up to his lips and downing the entire thing. "My outlook- OH MY! is this sweetened?!" He licked his lips, once, twice before cheesing wide, and offering two solid nods. NICE! It seemed this cup had made his day. He then paused, bringing his right finger up to tap his lip as he reached forward to set the empty cup down, and spin himself in the chair again. "Students are in their early years of adulthood, we gotta prep em for whats' comin!" His eyes darted to the wall, staring at it blankly as if imagining some sort of canvas.. He stood up from the chair abruptly, raising his arms as high as he could for a nice long stretch. "Life ain't easy. Me personally, I ain't teachin’ them too much. After all, I'm applying for an art professor. But all sorts of kids walk in and out of that door daily. The least we can do is LISTEN to them. Every kids got a different story, every kids got a different path that shapes em." Eisho brought his hands down onto his knees, panting to catch his breath momentarily. "As for..." huff huff. "Co-workers, I think the same." He then reached out to his side leaning his body over like a tree, what was this, yoga? "Everyone's got a different upbringing, we all managed to cross paths somehow, just like kids, everyone deserves a listening ear. And I'd imagine being a teacher or a professor can be quite the handful of a job sometimes."
What is their motivation for becoming a professor?:
The painter lifted his hands as he returned to his seat, forming two little 'L' shapes and making an air frame around the interviewer. "You're so photogenic Susie. You should- Oh what was that? THE LAST QUESTION!" He held his palm forward to the interviewer's face for a moment, closing his eyes, pause. Thank you lord, for whatever magic you’ve given me to get me through this interview, without being shown the do- Wait. I don’t believe in god. "My motivations?" It seemed the man straightened himself up, smiling that somewhat sweet and chaotic smile. "Well I like kids, being stuck in the modeling industry for many years without being able to help some of those guys and gals made me wonder if there was a place I could help out. I figured a school would be perfect, there's lots of troubled kids in the area, sometimes they just need a place to go. The way I see it, art is a great outlet for that. Helping kids turn their wildest emotions into that of a nice painting, listening while letting them doodle. Besides, I could always use the experience. I like, really need this job." He brought his hands up to a prayer sort of stance before the interviewer, flopping out of the chair to crawl onto his knees. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease” He then stood back up with a cough, who said that? He flipped his pockets, folding them outwards. What a broke little artist. "Painting doesn't exactly make a living, but it's the kids that matter. Anyways," He extended his hand for a final shake to the interviewer, gratitude displayed entirely across his smile. "Thank you for givin' me a chance here. It was nice coming in today."
Roleplay Scenarios
A jock is ignoring your lesson and throwing paper balls at another student, what would your character do?
The restless man wandered the classroom, his hands loosely folded together within one another as he trailed along, his eyes darted up towards the quick toss of paper. "Hey, wait a second." Eisho’s eye twitched, he approached the jock, unfolding his hand to place a kind one on the student’s shoulder. "Alright. That? Not okay. I get it dude, painting isn’t everyone’s thing. We all have different interests, different ways to express ourselves, but making the choice to take your boredom out onto someone else? Not cool, and not the answer, especially here." Despite the stern tone, a gentle smile stayed placed upon the scattered man's features, dropping his tone of voice just below a whisper. “Between you and me, I don’t want to write you up. I would much rather we figure this out together.” With a swift flicker of Itsuki’s fingers, the professor booped the kid's nose, leaving a small smudge of green paint to mark the spot. "Choose peace, I want a kind classroom, Bradley." Itsuki turned his attention toward the victim of paper balls, making his way over. "Hey dude, what’s going on? Is this kind of thing common?" He nudged the kids shoulder with his elbow, taking a seat on top of the desk beside him. He bobbed his head along, taking in the child's input. It seemed this was a matter that Itsuki took to heart, his features softening ever so slightly with concern and understanding. "No one deserves to be brought down like that, everyone is capable of doing better, even me when I mess up." Itsuki brought himself up and off the desk- saving himself from almost tripping over his own foot. After a moment of silence and recalibration, he motioned the jock over. "Bradley, Come on over." After he staggered over, the teacher spoke again. "Look, man. I like you- You’re sharp, you’ve got heart. But Jimmy here deserves an apology, bringing someone down isn’t just unfair, it’s not the world we are building in this classroom." The teacher crossed his arms, wavering his heterochromic gaze between the two. He gave his words a moment or two for them to sync in- mostly for himself, but for the students, too. "Better, huh? Now maybe you two… could learn a thing or two from each other!" His right eye squinted into a little wink, before Itsuki’s brain rewired itself back to the front of the classroom, humming lightly as he scrambled to remember where he had left off in his lesson.
A student doesn’t seem to understand the material, yet hasn’t requested help, what would your character do?
As the man circled his rounds through the classroom, he started to ramble on and on about the way light hits its subjects firmly, he paused, his eyes scanning over the crowd of students who had decided to attend today. He stopped for a moment, narrowing in on a student who hadn't quite managed to put anything on her blank canvas. Itsuki smiled, holding his hand up to pause his lecture. "FREE TIME, GO ABOUT PAINTING ON YOUR OWN FOR A FEW!" He singled in on the student's empty canvas, breaking it down to one simple sentence. "Make it ugly first." His voice dropped to that of a whisper as a soft chuckle escaped his lungs. "Strange, I know right? But blank.." He hummed softly, raising his hand to crack his neck, a small pop! Echoing out before continuing on. "Blank is the scariest thing in the room. Ugly means you started, means you stopped waiting for permission." He leaned in, squinting at the canvas like it had personally offended him, drawing a hand to his chest for a dramatic gasp! "It’s just too clean!" He let a teasing smile snake its way across his lips, wavering a dismissive hand. "Just throw something, anything, and I mean literally anything, onto it. Color, a line, your elbow, I don't care! We can fix ugly, but we can’t fix nothing!" He hovered over the girl for a moment. He paused for a moment, then blinked, raising his finger to draw a little blue smiley face in the corner of her canvas using the excess paint on his apron. "And hey, if you hate it, that’s good! Means you felt something." Then, with a few slow steps away, he turned, bringing his paint stained hands up to offer her little jazz hands! "I will make my rounds back to you, surprise me!"
When in the faculty lounge, how does your character act?
Eisho's head snapped up at the sound of the bell, rolling his eyes momentarily. "Ohhh come oooon… we were just getting to the good part!" He let out a little sigh, shaking his head before making his way to the door and holding it open for the students to exit. “Go on, go on! Don’t forget your stuff, and yes, you, the paintbrush is not a souvenir.” He waved each one out, offering up high-fives and finger-guns until the last student slipped past him. As soon as every one of them had filed out, Itsuki raised his wrist up, green and brown iris' glazing over the watch. "Oh!" every ounce of his annoyance instantly melted away. “Look at that, freedom!” He shrugged his shoulders lightly, spinning around in a full circle. “Where was I… OH! RIGHT!” His brain rerouted itself, waltzing down the hall humming a light tune as he made his way to the faculty lounge. The immediate aroma of coffee and printing ink made its way to his nose like a warm hug. “Ohhh yeah, that’s the good stuff.” The man’s eyes locked onto the coffee machine first. “Don’t mind if I do~” Eisho brought his hands up, pouring the cup steadily with a cheery tune, his hands gliding over to the packets of sugar instinctively. One, Two, Three, Four, Five… His eyes squinted hard, his foot tapping ever so faintly against the tile floor.. “One more… for emotional support.” He whispered, letting out a giddy little giggle meant for himself. Eisho stirred for a moment, then seemed to blank, staring at the little ripples in his mug. “How pretty…” He blinked, then stirred some more, a little aggressively. He lifted the DIY’d coffee mug to his nose, inhaling slowly. "Ouh!!! I do love it sweetened." Eisho then turned his back to the machine to take in the array of his co-workers, waving his hand up to a few of them. “Hey! Hi! Oh, hey! I like your shoes!” After his round of compliments, and feeling quite accomplished with himself, he sat down at a randomly selected table. "Sooo, Anyone have any feral kids today, or just me?" He winked at the lot, letting out a chuckle, he must think he’s the funniest man on the planet. Eisho brought his legs up to the chair- bad idea. The chair tipped over, a loud clink of the metal backing smacking across the floor, His coffee went flying all over the ground, And Eisho tumbled. Awkwarrrd... Eisho stared up at the ceiling, it seemed his mind needed a moment to comprehend what just happened to him. He gulped, standing up and brushing the apron off. "I AM OKAY!" He blurted out, a little louder than he intended. "Totally okay. SuPEr oKaY… BoNeS iNtAcT…" Eisho brought his hand up to his lower back, It’s always the goddamn back, Then stared at his audience. “The coffee.. Didn’t make it?” He shrugged, then brought his attention down to the coffee puddle on the ground. “I’ll just like… I’ll uh… Paper towels… I’ll be right back! Don’t move- Or uh.. Do? I don’t control you.” The scattered man returned with a bundle of paper towels within his clutch, bringing himself down to the puddle to wipe it up… He felt his face grow flush with the amount of eyes. “So!” He blurted out brightly, "Suuuper fun fact, Did you know that messes build character?" He swallowed for a moment, somewhat frightened to glance up at the group… He closed his eyes for a moment as he finished wiping up the mess. “Teeechnically.. I’m like… basically… totally, doing personal growth right now!” He finally brought his eyes up, smiling sheepishly. He stood, tossing the towels away and lifting his, somehow survived mug, for a small salute. “Anyways, Hi, How’s everyone's day going now that I’ve drastically improved it?”
Provide at least 2 interactive class ideas and one field trip idea related to your subject
EMOTION SWAP COLLAGE
Each student writes an emotion onto a slip of paper, papers are shuffled and redistributed. Then, students are to dig into the scrap bin and create a piece using at least 3 different materials. (Magazines, paint, fabric scraps, ink, charcoal, string, found objects!) Students are encouraged to layer, tear, smear, and overlap!
This activity forces students out of their comfort zones, Encourages empathy and interpretation, as well as teaches mixed media is about communication, not perfection.
PARTNER PIECE, NO TALKING
Students are paired into random groupings, They must share one surface. (Paper, Canvas, Cardboard.) One student adds a layer, then passes it onto the other. No verbal talking is allowed for the first half of class. Materials rotate every ten minutes!
This activity teaches visual communication, builds trust and collaboration between students, as well as shows how mixed media is itself a conversation between artists. I believe this activity could get students out of their comfort zones as well, and help them make new friends!
URBAN TEXTURE WALK + STUDIO DAY
Students are escorted around a mini walk in town, from plaza to shopping district. They are to photograph different textures. (Cracked paint, Rust, Graffiti, Shadows, Reflections.) They are allowed to collect NON-DAMAGING found materials. (Fallen leaves, paper scraps, string, ticket stubs.) Back at school, they are allowed to turn their photos and mixed findings into mixed media pieces.
This activity teaches students to see art in everyday spaces, reinforces that mixed media is about environment and storytelling, as well as makes art feel more alive and personal. It is also always nice for students to get a breath of fresh air!
Thank you for taking the time out of your super awesome super cool awesome day to look at my application! I hope your super awesome super cool awesome day stays very super awesome super cool awesome.
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