What is your Minecraft username?
cyberwqve
What is your discord username?
cyberwqve
What is your time zone?
GMT +1
Link(s) to any previous applications on the server:
Russian Language Application - [ACCEPTED]
What are your current roles on the server? (If you're college, specify your degree level):
Lukáš Volkova [Grade-12] (applying on)
Hana Itō Tanaka [Grade-12]
Nina ‘Ninetta’ Portelli [Grade-12]
Describe your activity and roleplay experience on the server:
I’d say my activity each day ranges from around one to five hours depending on my schedule. I am generally active from afternoons to late evenings as I work some weekdays, although this is a lot more flexible on my days off.
These are the times I am guaranteed able to be online:
Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday | Sunday |
13:00 | 1 PM | 9:00 | 9 AM | 13:00 | 1 PM | 17:00 | 5 PM | 9:00 | 9 AM | 9:00 | 9 AM | 9:00 | 9 AM |
- | - | - | - | - | - | - |
3:00 | 3 AM (following day) | 23:00 | 11 PM | 23:00 | 11 PM | 3:00 | 3 AM (following day) | 3:00 | 3 AM (following day) | 3:00 | 3 AM (following day) | 23:00 | 11 PM |
From the time I have been on the server, which admittedly has only been since around last year October, my roleplay experience has varied a bit. I first started out with FamilyRP to settle into the server's worldbuilding as well as form connections; from that I have moved over to GangRP and DelinquentRP. Despite the inherent difference in those, I’d say my main focus in those roleplays has always been dynamics towards other characters, delving into rivalries and complex psychological connections. Of course, with CriminalRP, I also enjoy the combat aspect of it, mainly focusing on P2L there. The one common denominator in all of this is my love for writing, which results in plenty of encounters with DetailRP as a whole. However, I’d love to further my experience on this server and spread my own passion, which would be architecture.
Outside SRP, I have been in the roleplay community for about 7 years now, varying from other Minecraft servers to Discord semi-literate roleplays.
In your own words, why do you think professors are important to SchoolRP?
Well, to state the obvious, they provide engagement and realism to the college students school day. Without classes, the school hours can become quite mundane. I see this a lot where people just stand around, presumably AFK, since there isn't much else to do. Providing this engagement helps create roleplay opportunities and connections between students and staff alike, as well as help people integrate themselves better. Of course, with college students, they aren't exactly new to the server, but even so, sometimes it can feel hard getting into already existing friendship circles. Having situations where you are forced to interact with new characters can do a lot for that.
Using said classes, professors also help graduate students from bachelor's to master's. This process is the same as graduating from high school. You will need to get 50 education credits, which means the professor's job in this is to assign homework and grade it. Furthermore, to fully graduate college or reach the PhD role, master's students can submit a PhD, which professors may facilitate them through. This is a substantial process for characters, allowing them to further pursue their passion.
Do you acknowledge that if you are inactive, you may face demotion or removal from the faction?
I understand and acknowledge.
Do you understand if your application is accepted, you may have to undergo professor training?:
I understand and acknowledge.
What's your character's full name?
As he took a seat across from the interviewer, his posture slouched ever so slightly in his chair. To make up for this unprofessional position, Lukáš' hands sat neatly in the middle of his lap.
"Volkova, Lukáš"
His answer landed flat, just like the look that was washed over his face.
Age (Minimum is 27):
"37, I was born 1988."
Although the elaboration wasn't asked, he felt as if adding it anyway. To him it was easier to establish this now than backtrack later.
Nationality:
He couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in his hand, so his right reached over to his left, twisting the handmade ring that found itself on his finger.
"I'm from Czechia, officially known as the Czech Republic."
Preferred Subject:
"Architecture. I would like to teach from my past experience."
The moment he spoke those words, it seemed as if his indifference had vanished. Even his spine had properly straightened up, with his eyes no longer wandering around the room but now set on the person in front. A certain sense of dedication to this subject was apparent.
Describe the character: How do they look and act? What makes them unique and different? What are their plans for the future? Optionally, what is their past?
Something about his appearance always seemed off, lazily put together, as if he had to contrast the meticulous care he put into his work. Despite dressing formally for work, his tie always sat slightly crooked, with the uppermost button of the dress shirt opened. When you peered closer at his face, you could observe wrinkles at the outer edge of his dark blue, sunken eyes. Yet they carried more than an indifference visible to the surface. If only blond chunks of hair wouldn't fall in his face, maybe it would have been easier to notice the ambition within his expression.
Just like his attire, his hair sat messy with a slight middle part. Although this was hard to tell, as each hair strand went off in a different direction, resulting in, as mentioned, a rather careless hairstyle. If it weren't for the straight hair's ease of maintenance, he may as well look like he had just gotten out of bed each day. The slight stubble on his chin didn't help his case.
A usual defining feature was that he stood at 6'2, slightly taller than the average Czech man. Nevertheless, the same couldn't be said for Karakura's residents, resulting in a rather generic characteristic. Overall his body was adorned with sharp features, from his straight nose to thick eyebrows, complemented by a stature that didn't lack muscle. Lukáš wasn't quite fond of accessories, or at least didn't pay much mind to them, so the only metal on his skin was a silver ring, which was placed on the fourth finger of his left hand.
Just like his attire, his hair sat messy with a slight middle part. Although this was hard to tell, as each hair strand went off in a different direction, resulting in, as mentioned, a rather careless hairstyle. If it weren't for the straight hair's ease of maintenance, he may as well look like he had just gotten out of bed each day. The slight stubble on his chin didn't help his case.
A usual defining feature was that he stood at 6'2, slightly taller than the average Czech man. Nevertheless, the same couldn't be said for Karakura's residents, resulting in a rather generic characteristic. Overall his body was adorned with sharp features, from his straight nose to thick eyebrows, complemented by a stature that didn't lack muscle. Lukáš wasn't quite fond of accessories, or at least didn't pay much mind to them, so the only metal on his skin was a silver ring, which was placed on the fourth finger of his left hand.
The way he carried himself spoke more about his personality than anything. A slouched posture followed wherever he went, setting an indifferent tone. And that's exactly how he was. Indifferent, uninterested and lazy. What set him apart from a mere loser was the inherent drive and passion he had towards his work and architecture. It was almost as if two opposing sides were clashing with each other, fighting against which to display. Now, you can imagine this fight being held by one soldier against an army of them. This is not to say his passion was drowned out by his indifference in any way, but that the things he cared about were greatly outnumbered by those he didn't, which inevitably resulted in a more aloof projected personality, accompanied by hints of a sly mien.
When it came to things such as his work, students or family, there was a clear switch in his careless attitude. Quite commonly it ended in a more stern approach to things, where his care shaped into something more strict. The awful jokes he made were cut, and his spine straightened just ever so slightly as if he was suddenly more attentive to the surroundings. Lukáš was best described as someone who believed in tough love, structures, and discipline, incorporated with care and creativity to create an environment where those he supported could thrive.
When it came to things such as his work, students or family, there was a clear switch in his careless attitude. Quite commonly it ended in a more stern approach to things, where his care shaped into something more strict. The awful jokes he made were cut, and his spine straightened just ever so slightly as if he was suddenly more attentive to the surroundings. Lukáš was best described as someone who believed in tough love, structures, and discipline, incorporated with care and creativity to create an environment where those he supported could thrive.
To him, buildings were more than structures that sat on the surface of the earth. They were essential to environments that shaped our moods, emotions, and how we navigate life. Having lived through a city that was coated in gray, missing what other places had, he’d long to bring beauty upon each place. A firm belief he kept was that, even if there was a tight budget, there was a way to work with it. Functionality and looks shouldn’t contradict. Although he accepted that this was not a goal achievable if the fundamental views in the industry weren’t changed, his focus was kept on the people whose inspiration had just started to flourish. The more that understood the hardships, the more would be able to succeed in bringing to life what they wanted to.
Growing up around concrete, steel, and glass left Volkova with the belief that cities harbored the ability to make you feel alone even when you weren’t. Rigid edges and sharp corners tainted the far outskirts of Most, located in the northern part of Czechia. What developed out of this wasn’t bitterness, but a passion no one could get behind. To his family, the surroundings they spent their days in didn’t matter; whatever was efficient was seen as proper. A mindset that had been enforced by the harsh days of the post-war time.
So when all his energy went into drafting plans, ideas how to transform what was a graveyard of structures into something livable, his family shunned him. The pursuit of his architecture career further drove a rift between them until his graduation served as the last push of decay on both sides. An argument set in their childhood home, a Paneláky building constructed in the years before Czechoslovakia dissolved, erupted. They wanted him to be able to support the family, not chase dreams that had no confirmation of becoming true, but Lukáš held the acceptance letter of the Academy of Arts in Prague firmly. That day, he left the grey atmosphere behind, including the family that had no intention of supporting him.
The first years of university went as you’d expect, days packed with numerous seminars and never-ending studies. However, past these dreadful activities, a special person entered his life, being able to lighten even the most grim days. Their relationship wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was something to hang onto. The first person to ever support his passion.
She was a student from the graphics department, filled with just as much hope as him. Hope that would soon morph into its inevitable antonym.
A sudden pregnancy was the first crack in their relationship. They were young, but Lukáš insisted he knew what he wanted. That he’d be able to support them once he gets his bachelor's degree. A naive mindset his girlfriend for once couldn’t endorse, yet she stayed true to a decision that baffled every one of her social circles. She kept the baby and granted Lukáš the family he had wished for.
His daughter’s, Maeve’s, third birthday marked the day he had come home with a successful job offer. After graduation, both of them had struggled, his now fiancée with keeping their child healthy and him frantically searching for any kind of work he could get his hands on. Surprisingly, a quite famous architecture studio struck a deal with him, filling his days with a busy work schedule. Nonetheless, it was a day of double celebration, a minuscule bandage over the substantial split in their relationship.
The hierarchy that was set in his workspace promptly turned out to be easier to climb than expected, his passion a driving force behind his success. Several of his designs and floor plans would coat the whiteboard in the office, serving as an example even for higher ups. What appeared to be a long-lasting career was merely a short rush of ecstatic feeling, followed by a crash no one could foresee. The company's income, which had previously skyrocketed, was drastically pulled down by expensive design choices, causing a considerable dip in their overall market value.
After that came a systematic gutting of personal touches, enforced by superiors towards each employee. Whenever Lukáš had proposed a new draft, it was tossed right in the bin next to his desk, covering an uncountable amount of other sheets. Designs turned into what he had hated the most as a child: concrete, steel, and glass, easily sourced and built materials.
The lack of ambition would seep into his family life; each day his effort lessened. To say he was a good fiancé at this moment would be a lie, yet it was apparent the choice was not a conscious one. His absence and avoidance all a result of what was stripped from him. Their relationship was no longer disfigured by cracks but ruined by a chasm. They split, like two sides that had been holding onto each other for too long.
Six years had passed now since Maeve’s birth, laying down little time before her first school day. It was supposed to be an event attended by both parents, but seeing as her mother had little involvement in her life anymore, it was only her father standing there, covering up a tired expression for his last bit of purpose. Children were more attuned to situations than anyone could imagine, and that didn’t exclude Maeve.
The day he had heard his daughter sob uncontrollably was the same day he quit his job, drained all his savings, and decided on one hell of a childish decision.
He took his daughter and himself far away from the place he swore to change. His actions were no longer being pushed by ambition but by a need to give his daughter what she deserved. Despite the absence of hope, there was a part of him that believed things would be better in Japan. They weren’t facing the same loss soviet bloc countries were and harbored a vastly larger GDP. It was a newfound hardship, not just for him, but especially for his daughter. Neither knew the language nor customs, but a certain allure of bustling streets and incredible structures led him to the heart of Tokyo. It had to be this place.
Whether he met his husband here was considered fate or coincidence would depend on the person asked, but a certainty stayed true: it was the only reason his ambition didn’t completely vanish. This time his relationship wasn’t tainted by ambiguity, but a quietness no one could compensate for. It allowed his own passions to flourish once again, leading to a new path down the road. He no longer hoped to create something new but to inspire others.
So when all his energy went into drafting plans, ideas how to transform what was a graveyard of structures into something livable, his family shunned him. The pursuit of his architecture career further drove a rift between them until his graduation served as the last push of decay on both sides. An argument set in their childhood home, a Paneláky building constructed in the years before Czechoslovakia dissolved, erupted. They wanted him to be able to support the family, not chase dreams that had no confirmation of becoming true, but Lukáš held the acceptance letter of the Academy of Arts in Prague firmly. That day, he left the grey atmosphere behind, including the family that had no intention of supporting him.
The first years of university went as you’d expect, days packed with numerous seminars and never-ending studies. However, past these dreadful activities, a special person entered his life, being able to lighten even the most grim days. Their relationship wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was something to hang onto. The first person to ever support his passion.
She was a student from the graphics department, filled with just as much hope as him. Hope that would soon morph into its inevitable antonym.
A sudden pregnancy was the first crack in their relationship. They were young, but Lukáš insisted he knew what he wanted. That he’d be able to support them once he gets his bachelor's degree. A naive mindset his girlfriend for once couldn’t endorse, yet she stayed true to a decision that baffled every one of her social circles. She kept the baby and granted Lukáš the family he had wished for.
His daughter’s, Maeve’s, third birthday marked the day he had come home with a successful job offer. After graduation, both of them had struggled, his now fiancée with keeping their child healthy and him frantically searching for any kind of work he could get his hands on. Surprisingly, a quite famous architecture studio struck a deal with him, filling his days with a busy work schedule. Nonetheless, it was a day of double celebration, a minuscule bandage over the substantial split in their relationship.
The hierarchy that was set in his workspace promptly turned out to be easier to climb than expected, his passion a driving force behind his success. Several of his designs and floor plans would coat the whiteboard in the office, serving as an example even for higher ups. What appeared to be a long-lasting career was merely a short rush of ecstatic feeling, followed by a crash no one could foresee. The company's income, which had previously skyrocketed, was drastically pulled down by expensive design choices, causing a considerable dip in their overall market value.
After that came a systematic gutting of personal touches, enforced by superiors towards each employee. Whenever Lukáš had proposed a new draft, it was tossed right in the bin next to his desk, covering an uncountable amount of other sheets. Designs turned into what he had hated the most as a child: concrete, steel, and glass, easily sourced and built materials.
The lack of ambition would seep into his family life; each day his effort lessened. To say he was a good fiancé at this moment would be a lie, yet it was apparent the choice was not a conscious one. His absence and avoidance all a result of what was stripped from him. Their relationship was no longer disfigured by cracks but ruined by a chasm. They split, like two sides that had been holding onto each other for too long.
Six years had passed now since Maeve’s birth, laying down little time before her first school day. It was supposed to be an event attended by both parents, but seeing as her mother had little involvement in her life anymore, it was only her father standing there, covering up a tired expression for his last bit of purpose. Children were more attuned to situations than anyone could imagine, and that didn’t exclude Maeve.
The day he had heard his daughter sob uncontrollably was the same day he quit his job, drained all his savings, and decided on one hell of a childish decision.
He took his daughter and himself far away from the place he swore to change. His actions were no longer being pushed by ambition but by a need to give his daughter what she deserved. Despite the absence of hope, there was a part of him that believed things would be better in Japan. They weren’t facing the same loss soviet bloc countries were and harbored a vastly larger GDP. It was a newfound hardship, not just for him, but especially for his daughter. Neither knew the language nor customs, but a certain allure of bustling streets and incredible structures led him to the heart of Tokyo. It had to be this place.
Whether he met his husband here was considered fate or coincidence would depend on the person asked, but a certainty stayed true: it was the only reason his ambition didn’t completely vanish. This time his relationship wasn’t tainted by ambiguity, but a quietness no one could compensate for. It allowed his own passions to flourish once again, leading to a new path down the road. He no longer hoped to create something new but to inspire others.
What is their outlook on students and their co-workers?
He saw his students as the building factor for everyone's future. How their environment may shape due to their eventual influence. His passion and work were something he deeply treasured, but so was the work of his students. With each successful project from a student, a part of his hope that he had lost before was restored. Using a stern demeanor, he meant to guide them, utilizing his own failures as examples for their careers. What first seemed like a strict teacher was merely hiding someone whose passion was a driving force. There was a part of him that believed restrictions were necessary for proper growth, but these had to be applied with reasoning. Unlike many who used rules as a way to gain a sense of superiority, he enforced them to encourage that creativity and structure can co-exist.
As for co-workers, he usually carried a more indifferent position towards them. He was someone who was quite alright with his own solitude but didn't mind company if done in moderation. Work shouldn't be the only thing on your mind, so the little conversations he'd grab before class started among other teachers were held quite dear by him. It meant a break was able to seep into the usual busy workday, something that many tended to neglect. While he kept a strict line between work and his personal life, they were more than people he just passed daily. Just like him, they were ready to share their passion, which is something he admired in anyone, even if not admitted.
What is their motivation for becoming a professor?:
Lukáš believed that the way cities are designed held a huge impact on those who lived within them. Whether that was positive or negative. Every bit of your senses helps absorb the physical surroundings. The way the light may interact with certain structures, how colors inherently impact our subconscious, and atmospheres that convey different moods. Ideally, every place should feel liveable and comfortable to go about your day.
Yet in the architecture industry, it wasn’t looks that dictated the direction of design, but the respective budget. The lack of soul in certain buildings could almost always be tied to such. When he was studying, there were no restrictions set in place, nothing that could have prepared him for the harsh truths of the work he wanted to do. It led to an easily preventable downfall, with his passion and career taking a steep dip as money directed the path his projects had to follow. Lifeless designs that were constructed with wealth in mind, not the quality of life citizens were promised.
Instead of gutting designs for the sake of convenience, he yearned to teach how creativity and economic bounds could coexist, keeping expectations realistic for the new generation of people that would shape cities. In his mind, metropolis or even villages shouldn't be a monopoly for the rich but a place for societies to flourish.
Roleplay Scenarios
A jock is ignoring your lesson and throwing paper balls at another student, what would your character do?
As the sound of tumbling paper balls interrupted the slight squeaking of a marker against the board, Lukáš put his writing to a halt. The white board pen found itself where it had sat before, at the corner of his desk.
"Would you mind explaining how you determine the length of this sloped roof?"
He peered at the guilty student. There was no malice in his tone of voice, merely a stern look that demanded an answer to his question. It was obvious he was referring to the board ahead of the jock, a sketch of a sub-urban house with basic measurements was depicted on it. Waiting for a reply, a tired sigh left his parted lips, followed by steps that made his way over to where the interruption sat. Both of his palms planted on the desk in front, accompanied by a tapping of his fingers against the wooden surface which followed the rhythm of the ticking clock in the classroom.
"You may pay attention or leave my class."
Behind his voice wasn't an annoyance, rather a passion that he wanted his students to carry as well.
Depending on the answer received, further consequences would be set in place. If not, the class would continue as planned, starting off with elaborating on the question he had just asked.
A student doesn’t seem to understand the material, yet hasn’t requested help, what would your character do?
Whenever he had called out to this specific student in the past few weeks, they seemed to have been unable to answer each time. Even if it was questions they had again and again gone over.
This was the third time he had asked about the same topic this class to ensure everyone followed.
"Could anyone repeat how to properly measure a site?"
His eyes fell on the troubled student, watching them muster up an answer that was all over the place. Despite that, he nodded along with it, acknowledging the parts that were indeed true.
"Please keep these in mind next time."
He spoke after adding the missing pieces onto the answer provided by the student. Lukáš would no longer pester them about it but rather move on with the lesson as intended.
Once the bell rang and students began flooding out of the classroom, he'd catch the one which had been struggling right at the exit, keeping a low voice to rid of any curious passer-by's.
"Would you mind just staying for a while? I noticed you are struggling to keep up recently."
For once the classroom was silent; only muffled voices from outside could be heard. To break this, he offered them a seat at his desk, arranging one of the chairs in front before heading to his own spot. As the student got comfortable, he searched through his pile of papers, providing additional material for studying. Alongside that, he'd offer to answer any concrete questions right then and there to hopefully help close the gap that the student was experiencing with the material being taught.
When in the faculty lounge, how does your character act?
Entering the lounge was always a gamble for him. The school held quite a diverse cast of employees, with some being blatant polar opposites, so there was no telling what the mood may be past those walls.
As he shoved the door open, all that met him this time was the faint smell of coffee with mumbled greetings coming from the chatter that was already passing around the room. The atmosphere appeared to be the truest form of serenity, with every voice sounding quieter than the next. To match this, his steps followed a certain pattern, making sure that they weren't placed carelessly. While passing the other faculty staff, he gave them a quiet nod as a greeting before making his way to the way-too-old coffee machine that stood in the corner of the room. The strong smell in the room thickened as he poured himself a cup.
Once he had found his own place in the lounge, he placed down numerous papers that had to be corrected in due time. Still, he didn't let this stop him from striking up conversation here and there. He may have been on the side of people who were less inclined to talk, but to escape mundane tasks, his lazy nature was ready to defy his usual appreciation for silence. While he let the pieces of paper slip through his fingers, counting each sheet, he'd turn to the coworker within his proximity. A joke with an awful punchline left his lips, his attention flicking between the conversation he was holding now and the work he had to finish.
Provide at least 2 interactive class ideas and one field trip idea related to your subject
Form & Function; What makes design genius:
(Interactive class #1)
How it would work:
At first, the difference between form and function in design would be explained, and how they are often incorporated. After all, they are fundamental aspects of architecture.
The class would then move on to applying this theory to the school. Every person would receive a book for notes. Together we would walk around the building, looking at different aspects of it and determining if that particular design choice may have been due to functionality or appearance. Each “thing”, whether that be a room, a structure or furniture would be “graded”. You should point out three things about it and assign either functionality or appearance to it, whichever outweighs decides the overall aspect. Optionally you are asked for feedback, what you’d personally improve to help balance functionality and appearance.
An example:
The front desk - its purpose is clearly for a function: Signs that show you the way and give you more information. A place for receptionists to do their work. However, there are certain aspects that can be pointed towards design. The dark trim on the wall? Clearly serving looks to create visually appealing contrast. Both are present, but overall function “wins.”
Why I personally think this would be engaging:
In my opinion the school building is overall not that much used in class. Which makes sense as you do learn within classrooms, but this results in not much attention being paid to other places. The school is the central building of Karakura, the most prominent one, yet I feel as though people don’t explore it as much as other places. It’d also give people a reason to give feedback, whether that be negative or positive. Things they may want to see.
Miniature Karakura:
(Interactive class #2)
How it would work:
Each student would be tasked to create an architectural model from various supplied materials such as cardboard, foam, plastic, and wood. Using these alongside tools, you should learn how to create proper scale models. Important notes and guidelines would be established in the beginning of the class, as well as the main goal for the models: create something that would fit into Karakura. This could be revamped buildings that already exist or completely new structures the students feel like are missing in the city.
An example:
A student feels strongly about the lack of activities to do outside of school hours, so they take their time in this lesson to construct a prototype of a mall that could stand in the business district. Using the foam and cardboard as well as glue and scissors, a building would soon stand. With the miniature model, they could showcase what they feel like is missing in their everyday surroundings.
Why I personally think this would be engaging:
Now, this would focus more on DetailRP than anything. However, I think it could offer enjoyment even to those who engage in little to no DetailRP. It lets people voice their opinions on the city, maybe get them to discuss among each other, and propose ideas.
How location & structure changes the appeal of residence:
(Field trip)
How it would work:
Together the class would visit various apartment complexes & houses throughout Karakura and discuss their differences.
The main question to be answered would be, "Why is one building desired over the other?"
Each student should at least compare two of the standing residency buildings that were visited during the trip, explain which one is more sought after, and offer one or more reasons as to why.
An example:
The beach houses compared to apartment complex D: Both stand at a fairly similar spot, so what are the differences?
Well, to point out the obvious, one is a house and the other an apartment, yet unlike most houses, the beach ones stay empty. A big difference is the price and size in both of those; despite the apartment being less expensive, it offers you a bigger space. Apartment complex D rents at 50,000 yen per month, whereas the beach houses are 20,000 per day. This is a significant difference. You could argue the purpose of the beach houses is intended for a day trip, but that marks it as an awful long-term residency.
Why I personally think this would be engaging:
I think that the desire for certain apartments and houses is a big thing that everyone on the server experiences, so that would be a way to generally get more people engaged. It would provide another possibility for feedback on why certain housing is desired and others not so much. Furthermore, it may even give people a better idea of different residences and what they have to offer.
Upon leaving the office the interview was held in, a free-hand architectural drawing slipped out of his bag.
This artwork was fully done by me.
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