Post by Ai on Aug 4, 2008 0:18:52 GMT
Name: Jedediah Victor Sharpe
Alias: Sharpe, Professor Sharpe
Age: Thirty-five
Birthday: February 19
Subject: Advanced Specialty Classes, including (but not limited to) physics, Latin, philosophy and biology
Other Activities: Moderates Forum Philosophorum (philosophy club), runs the Science Club, Nimah's unofficial second-in-command, Detention Proctor
Race: Meta-human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: His eyes are dark and oftentimes narrowed at his students, most notably any unfortunate firsy year who happens to venture near his classroom without the proper materials for class. His brows are thin, but come together in a figurative knot when he is concentrating hard. Most of his expressions – save smirking and sneering – are communicated with his eyes. Occasionally they are hidden behind black-rimmed glasses or lab goggles. When he is around the lab and not actually conducting an experiment, he will wear his laboratory safety goggles on his forehead.
Sharpe stands at six foot even, has fairly light skin and short, dark hair. He keeps his hair cut fairly short. The professor is most often clean-shaven, but when he is distracted, he will let some stubble grow on his chin. His build is very slight and he has little muscle. His arms, legs and hands have more than their share of scars on them, many of these from a bad car accident he was in as a teenager. He also has a jagged scar underneath his left eye.
Sharpe often wears dark colors, most often black. His lab coat is a brilliant white, spattered with splashes of various colors and stained from different chemicals and dyes he has worked with. When outside and the weather is chilly, he wears a black oilcloth duster. His most characteristic piece of clothing is the purple bowtie he wears. Occasionally he will wear a regular tie.
Image: None.
Personality: Bookish and a scholar, cunning and a bit Machiavellian at times, Jedediah Victor Sharpe knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to achieve that. He serves as a second-in-command figure and often gives practical, but cynical, advice to whoever asks– and Nimah, even when she doesn’t ask. While in school, he was a brilliant student who devoted nearly all of his time to studying, choosing to bury himself in his schoolwork rather than confront his personal problems in life. He still prefers to ignore his dilemmas and has become extremely secretive. Naturally, this would lead to questions being asked and the matter of his loyalty being questioned.
Sharpe has a fairly nasty personality and will not hesitate to give students detention in his classes. He is demanding about what the students need to know in his class, but is an excellent teacher and a very difficult man. He tends not to open up easily to people and as a professor, he assigns a lot of difficult homework and makes his tests nearly impossible to achieve a perfect mark on. He is both a pessimist and a perfectionist. Brilliant to a fault, one of his greatest is that he is so insistent upon his students doing things the right way that he has trouble seeing that people are good.
To his co-workers and many of the students, a first glance would merit one categorizing him as a slightly cranky and oddly bookish loner who does not want his students to pass. However, once a person has gotten to know him a bit better, it becomes evident that he really wants his students to learn the subject he is teaching– whatever it may be that term. He is not necessarily the kindest person, either and tends to make snitty remarks at the expense of others. In each class, he has a student or two that he enjoys picking on the most.
Despite what he may appear to be, he is capable of being compassionate towards others. Since he has become jaded towards ideas of love and family, few people see this side of him. Even if they take the time to see past his spiny exterior, he keeps his heart hidden in an icy wall. Because he was bullied in school and lost his family at a younger age, he has trouble accepting others and is very much a loner. He becomes extremely uncomfortable when people discuss emotional problems with him; he finds this utterly disconcerting and illogical because he does not see himself as adequately qualified to deal with the trials of others.
Aside from being in the classroom or the lab, he enjoys spending time reading up on a variety of subjects. He is an accomplished chess player and was the best player in the high school chess league when he was still in school, no doubt something that stemmed from his thirst for excellence. He prefers to meet with people in private or in small groups to large parties.
Greatest Fear: Sharpe tends not to be a cowardly person, but he is afraid of two things. He is very afraid iof jellyfish. The third– which is kept the most secret from anyone else– is that as soon as he lets someone close to him, either something bad will happen to that person or they will betray him. He has seen enough disappointment in life already and would really prefer not to live through something like that again.
Most Important Secret: His most important secret lies within the event that changed his life forever. He rarely tells anyone about the car accident he was in as a teenager, and nor about what happened afterwards. Although his powers saved him, he developed an extreme susceptibility to any sort of electrical attacks that night. Even now, he is just as susceptible and he has never let that secret out. He did not even place it on his application for teaching at Kosaka.
Character Background: Jedediah Victor Sharpe was born in New Jersey on February 19. He lived with his European father, Indian mother and older brother, Mike, in a small apartment complex. His early childhood life was fairly pleasant and fairly uneventful: he attended a small public school, church with his family and learned how to swim during the summer. He was a decent kid and rarely misbehaved and he was the kind of boy who preferred reading and playing soccer with his older brother to doing other things.
All of his life changed drastically one Christmas Eve night, just before he turned fourteen. While driving home from the church service, his family got into a bad car accident; his parents and older brother were declared dead on the scene. Jedediah survived due to his powers, but had scars on his body, arms and legs and a crooked scar right under his left eye. He still has nightmares from this night and he has been extremely susceptible to electrical attacks since then. Scarcely a week after he was out of the hospital, he was forced to move across the country to live with his godparents and their two daughters.
The rest of his teenager years proved rather uneventful. In high school, he was a good student and the chess champion of their private school chess league. He had one mortal enemy he made in high school, known by the name of Tetsuya Takahashi. The Japanese boy had the strange ability to manipulate electricity and any sort of electrical signals. Sharpe and Takahashi would do little to leave one another alone and both eventually ended up in detention after school and were forced to cooperate to develop a program to help high school students with powers learn about the ethical challenges.
Although Sharpe hated working with Takahashi, he enjoyed this assignment immensely. If he had not gone onto study chemistry, physics and biology after graduating high school, he would have considered pursuing a career in meta-human ethics and philosophy. While in university, he achieved excellent marks and developed an interest in uncommon studies, such as some of the advanced maths, optical physics, Latin and chemical toxicity. He got a job teaching chemistry at a local high school, but left when he heard about Kosaka.
He now teaches the advanced, specialized sciences at Kosaka, as well as offering selective other classes once they have been approved. He is also working on several projects outside of teaching classes, one of the fairly well-known ones being a continuation study on the ethics posed specifically to meta-humans.
Powers:
Telepathy: He can read the thoughts of another person or send his own thoughts into the head of another person. This is strictly on an informational basis; he holds no more power to convince anyone to act against their will than an average person speaking verbally does.
Restrictions: He can only communicate telepathically with another person if he has met the other person before or if they're in close physical proximity (ie, the same room).
If he is trying to read more than "surface thoughts" (what a person is actively thinking), he must either know the person really well or be in fairly close physical proximity, if not physical contact, with the other person.
Telekinesis: Sharpe is able to move objects with his mind. This applies to matter in its solid, liquid and gaseous states, but he must be aware of its presence and basic composition.
Restrictions: He cannot morph the state of the matter or alter its chemical form; he can only move it.
As was mentioned before, he must be aware of the object or matter he is trying to move.
Limited Biomanipulation: He can control the temperature and some of the other semi-automatic fucntions of his own body at will. He can either raise or lower his body temperature slightly, quicken/slow his heartrate, change his blood pressure and slow/quicken his breathing. This applies to absolutely nothing outside of his body.
Restrictions: This does not apply to pain sensors and he cannot heal himself in a fight.
Temperature restrictions apply between approximately 90-105 degrees Farenheit (32-45 Celcius).
This does not affect anyone other than him and if he is not careful, he can actually cause damage to himself.
He is also susceptible to electrical attacks of any sorts.
Skills: -Extensive knowledge of various sciences (learned), whether it be physics, chemistry or biology
-Nearly fluent in classical Latin
-Can walk nearly silently and go relatively unnoticed in a crowd.
-Able to use telepathy to sense fear from students (and capitalizes upon this).
-Has very strong mental barriers from developing his telepathic skills.
-Innate time sense that is accurate to the second.
-Ability to perform mental calculations quickly without the use of a calculator.
Keyword: mannen
Sample RP - Outside of Class:
Sample Class Starter:
Alias: Sharpe, Professor Sharpe
Age: Thirty-five
Birthday: February 19
Subject: Advanced Specialty Classes, including (but not limited to) physics, Latin, philosophy and biology
Other Activities: Moderates Forum Philosophorum (philosophy club), runs the Science Club, Nimah's unofficial second-in-command, Detention Proctor
Race: Meta-human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: His eyes are dark and oftentimes narrowed at his students, most notably any unfortunate firsy year who happens to venture near his classroom without the proper materials for class. His brows are thin, but come together in a figurative knot when he is concentrating hard. Most of his expressions – save smirking and sneering – are communicated with his eyes. Occasionally they are hidden behind black-rimmed glasses or lab goggles. When he is around the lab and not actually conducting an experiment, he will wear his laboratory safety goggles on his forehead.
Sharpe stands at six foot even, has fairly light skin and short, dark hair. He keeps his hair cut fairly short. The professor is most often clean-shaven, but when he is distracted, he will let some stubble grow on his chin. His build is very slight and he has little muscle. His arms, legs and hands have more than their share of scars on them, many of these from a bad car accident he was in as a teenager. He also has a jagged scar underneath his left eye.
Sharpe often wears dark colors, most often black. His lab coat is a brilliant white, spattered with splashes of various colors and stained from different chemicals and dyes he has worked with. When outside and the weather is chilly, he wears a black oilcloth duster. His most characteristic piece of clothing is the purple bowtie he wears. Occasionally he will wear a regular tie.
Image: None.
Personality: Bookish and a scholar, cunning and a bit Machiavellian at times, Jedediah Victor Sharpe knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to achieve that. He serves as a second-in-command figure and often gives practical, but cynical, advice to whoever asks– and Nimah, even when she doesn’t ask. While in school, he was a brilliant student who devoted nearly all of his time to studying, choosing to bury himself in his schoolwork rather than confront his personal problems in life. He still prefers to ignore his dilemmas and has become extremely secretive. Naturally, this would lead to questions being asked and the matter of his loyalty being questioned.
Sharpe has a fairly nasty personality and will not hesitate to give students detention in his classes. He is demanding about what the students need to know in his class, but is an excellent teacher and a very difficult man. He tends not to open up easily to people and as a professor, he assigns a lot of difficult homework and makes his tests nearly impossible to achieve a perfect mark on. He is both a pessimist and a perfectionist. Brilliant to a fault, one of his greatest is that he is so insistent upon his students doing things the right way that he has trouble seeing that people are good.
To his co-workers and many of the students, a first glance would merit one categorizing him as a slightly cranky and oddly bookish loner who does not want his students to pass. However, once a person has gotten to know him a bit better, it becomes evident that he really wants his students to learn the subject he is teaching– whatever it may be that term. He is not necessarily the kindest person, either and tends to make snitty remarks at the expense of others. In each class, he has a student or two that he enjoys picking on the most.
Despite what he may appear to be, he is capable of being compassionate towards others. Since he has become jaded towards ideas of love and family, few people see this side of him. Even if they take the time to see past his spiny exterior, he keeps his heart hidden in an icy wall. Because he was bullied in school and lost his family at a younger age, he has trouble accepting others and is very much a loner. He becomes extremely uncomfortable when people discuss emotional problems with him; he finds this utterly disconcerting and illogical because he does not see himself as adequately qualified to deal with the trials of others.
Aside from being in the classroom or the lab, he enjoys spending time reading up on a variety of subjects. He is an accomplished chess player and was the best player in the high school chess league when he was still in school, no doubt something that stemmed from his thirst for excellence. He prefers to meet with people in private or in small groups to large parties.
Greatest Fear: Sharpe tends not to be a cowardly person, but he is afraid of two things. He is very afraid iof jellyfish. The third– which is kept the most secret from anyone else– is that as soon as he lets someone close to him, either something bad will happen to that person or they will betray him. He has seen enough disappointment in life already and would really prefer not to live through something like that again.
Most Important Secret: His most important secret lies within the event that changed his life forever. He rarely tells anyone about the car accident he was in as a teenager, and nor about what happened afterwards. Although his powers saved him, he developed an extreme susceptibility to any sort of electrical attacks that night. Even now, he is just as susceptible and he has never let that secret out. He did not even place it on his application for teaching at Kosaka.
Character Background: Jedediah Victor Sharpe was born in New Jersey on February 19. He lived with his European father, Indian mother and older brother, Mike, in a small apartment complex. His early childhood life was fairly pleasant and fairly uneventful: he attended a small public school, church with his family and learned how to swim during the summer. He was a decent kid and rarely misbehaved and he was the kind of boy who preferred reading and playing soccer with his older brother to doing other things.
All of his life changed drastically one Christmas Eve night, just before he turned fourteen. While driving home from the church service, his family got into a bad car accident; his parents and older brother were declared dead on the scene. Jedediah survived due to his powers, but had scars on his body, arms and legs and a crooked scar right under his left eye. He still has nightmares from this night and he has been extremely susceptible to electrical attacks since then. Scarcely a week after he was out of the hospital, he was forced to move across the country to live with his godparents and their two daughters.
The rest of his teenager years proved rather uneventful. In high school, he was a good student and the chess champion of their private school chess league. He had one mortal enemy he made in high school, known by the name of Tetsuya Takahashi. The Japanese boy had the strange ability to manipulate electricity and any sort of electrical signals. Sharpe and Takahashi would do little to leave one another alone and both eventually ended up in detention after school and were forced to cooperate to develop a program to help high school students with powers learn about the ethical challenges.
Although Sharpe hated working with Takahashi, he enjoyed this assignment immensely. If he had not gone onto study chemistry, physics and biology after graduating high school, he would have considered pursuing a career in meta-human ethics and philosophy. While in university, he achieved excellent marks and developed an interest in uncommon studies, such as some of the advanced maths, optical physics, Latin and chemical toxicity. He got a job teaching chemistry at a local high school, but left when he heard about Kosaka.
He now teaches the advanced, specialized sciences at Kosaka, as well as offering selective other classes once they have been approved. He is also working on several projects outside of teaching classes, one of the fairly well-known ones being a continuation study on the ethics posed specifically to meta-humans.
Powers:
Telepathy: He can read the thoughts of another person or send his own thoughts into the head of another person. This is strictly on an informational basis; he holds no more power to convince anyone to act against their will than an average person speaking verbally does.
Restrictions: He can only communicate telepathically with another person if he has met the other person before or if they're in close physical proximity (ie, the same room).
If he is trying to read more than "surface thoughts" (what a person is actively thinking), he must either know the person really well or be in fairly close physical proximity, if not physical contact, with the other person.
Telekinesis: Sharpe is able to move objects with his mind. This applies to matter in its solid, liquid and gaseous states, but he must be aware of its presence and basic composition.
Restrictions: He cannot morph the state of the matter or alter its chemical form; he can only move it.
As was mentioned before, he must be aware of the object or matter he is trying to move.
Limited Biomanipulation: He can control the temperature and some of the other semi-automatic fucntions of his own body at will. He can either raise or lower his body temperature slightly, quicken/slow his heartrate, change his blood pressure and slow/quicken his breathing. This applies to absolutely nothing outside of his body.
Restrictions: This does not apply to pain sensors and he cannot heal himself in a fight.
Temperature restrictions apply between approximately 90-105 degrees Farenheit (32-45 Celcius).
This does not affect anyone other than him and if he is not careful, he can actually cause damage to himself.
He is also susceptible to electrical attacks of any sorts.
Skills: -Extensive knowledge of various sciences (learned), whether it be physics, chemistry or biology
-Nearly fluent in classical Latin
-Can walk nearly silently and go relatively unnoticed in a crowd.
-Able to use telepathy to sense fear from students (and capitalizes upon this).
-Has very strong mental barriers from developing his telepathic skills.
-Innate time sense that is accurate to the second.
-Ability to perform mental calculations quickly without the use of a calculator.
Keyword: mannen
Sample RP - Outside of Class:
Sharpe was reading in his quarters when he heard some very colorful swear words coming from across the hall. The man sighed and grumbled something unintelligbly under his breath. Tossing down the latest journal from the American Chemical Society - they had an interesting article on the latest biochemical effects of a drug test he had been following - he pushed himself up and paced out of the room, limping slightly.
He proceeded across the hall and down a few rooms until he came to an open door. Inside, the room was a mess and a warlock was sitting in a high-backed chair, slumped down with a book and obviously upset about something. Sharpe needed none of his psychic skills to tell him that much; after remembering how much Frick had been shaken up by the previous uses of telepathy, Sharpe made a quick mental note to himself not to use it unless necessary.
With a wave of his hand, Sharpe closed the book that the warlock had been holding. Standing back near the doorway, the physics professor arched an eyebrow.
"Your... creatively colorful expressions could be heard across the dormitories," his voice drawled slightly. "No other teacher here would speak as you have spoken." There was a short pause as Sharpe's dark eyes glanced around the room. With a few waves of his hand, objects flew around and the second chair hidden beneath a few clothes and magazines was cleared off. Sharpe sat down and leaned forward.
"Either you should talk to the counselor and she could help you sort this out so you will not be shouting so all can hear or you should calm down and sort out whatever you have been ranting on about." Sharpe could have cursed at this moment; his ears pricked back and the corner of his mouth twitched. To put it bluntly, he was annoyed with himself for promising not to use telepathy. But a promise was a promise, even if it was only to yourself.
"Harris," Sharpe's voice was deadly serious. "I shall not pry at the moment, but you should really calm down before anger takes control of your powers and you light the building on fire." Sharpe had learned this lesson the hard way. By toying with another person's mind, he had made an enemy for life and this enemy had the one power to make him absolutely miserable and utterly incapacitated. "Honestly, Frick."
He proceeded across the hall and down a few rooms until he came to an open door. Inside, the room was a mess and a warlock was sitting in a high-backed chair, slumped down with a book and obviously upset about something. Sharpe needed none of his psychic skills to tell him that much; after remembering how much Frick had been shaken up by the previous uses of telepathy, Sharpe made a quick mental note to himself not to use it unless necessary.
With a wave of his hand, Sharpe closed the book that the warlock had been holding. Standing back near the doorway, the physics professor arched an eyebrow.
"Your... creatively colorful expressions could be heard across the dormitories," his voice drawled slightly. "No other teacher here would speak as you have spoken." There was a short pause as Sharpe's dark eyes glanced around the room. With a few waves of his hand, objects flew around and the second chair hidden beneath a few clothes and magazines was cleared off. Sharpe sat down and leaned forward.
"Either you should talk to the counselor and she could help you sort this out so you will not be shouting so all can hear or you should calm down and sort out whatever you have been ranting on about." Sharpe could have cursed at this moment; his ears pricked back and the corner of his mouth twitched. To put it bluntly, he was annoyed with himself for promising not to use telepathy. But a promise was a promise, even if it was only to yourself.
"Harris," Sharpe's voice was deadly serious. "I shall not pry at the moment, but you should really calm down before anger takes control of your powers and you light the building on fire." Sharpe had learned this lesson the hard way. By toying with another person's mind, he had made an enemy for life and this enemy had the one power to make him absolutely miserable and utterly incapacitated. "Honestly, Frick."
Sample Class Starter:
A tall man surveyed the empty room. Only desks were set up, along with a table, chalkboards lining the front wall and a desk off to the side. This desk was larger than the other ones; obviously this room had been set up for an assistant teacher. However, in this class, there was none; he needed no assistant. Sighing to himself, he set a book down on the table and opened up a binder full of papers to glance through his college physics notes. The last time he had taught a physics class was when he had been a TA during his university years. Teaching a room full of high school juniors and seniors would definitely be an interesting experience.
He sat down in the chair at the desk close to the front of the room and extended his hand towards the chalkboard. A piece of white chalk came whizzing across the air and snapped into his hand. It felt good to exercise free use of his powers again; though that was a simple motion meant to make life easier, it had been a few years since he had actually used very much of his telekinetic powers. As a result, they were rusty. He rubbed the powdery chalk onto his hands, turning his skin into a ghostly white color.
As the first students began entering the room, Sharpe pushed himself into a standing position. Most of the students are talking all at once, but with a quick wave of his hand, Sharpe turned the light switch into the off position. Smirking towards one of the students in particular, he then flicked the switch back into the up position and the lights came back on. The room fell into nearly complete silence after he did this. A few students were now glaring at him, but he paid little attention to their reactions. Instead, he chose to begin class.
“Although this is first semester physics, I shall be teaching it as a college-level course,” he glared towards a few of the students sitting in the back row. The tone of his voice was a low hiss, but it seemed to command respect nevertheless. “The class syllabus and rule sheet is coming around the room. I expect you to read it and follow these rules or you will end up in detention.” A quick thought sent a stack of papers flying about the room, one stapled packet landing on each desk with a student sitting in it. “Now, please get out a piece of paper to begin taking notes on the history of modern physics...” He crossed over towards the chalkboard, limping slightly, held the chalk in a scarred left-hand and began to write on the board in his trademark handwriting- nearly illegible scrawl.
He sat down in the chair at the desk close to the front of the room and extended his hand towards the chalkboard. A piece of white chalk came whizzing across the air and snapped into his hand. It felt good to exercise free use of his powers again; though that was a simple motion meant to make life easier, it had been a few years since he had actually used very much of his telekinetic powers. As a result, they were rusty. He rubbed the powdery chalk onto his hands, turning his skin into a ghostly white color.
As the first students began entering the room, Sharpe pushed himself into a standing position. Most of the students are talking all at once, but with a quick wave of his hand, Sharpe turned the light switch into the off position. Smirking towards one of the students in particular, he then flicked the switch back into the up position and the lights came back on. The room fell into nearly complete silence after he did this. A few students were now glaring at him, but he paid little attention to their reactions. Instead, he chose to begin class.
“Although this is first semester physics, I shall be teaching it as a college-level course,” he glared towards a few of the students sitting in the back row. The tone of his voice was a low hiss, but it seemed to command respect nevertheless. “The class syllabus and rule sheet is coming around the room. I expect you to read it and follow these rules or you will end up in detention.” A quick thought sent a stack of papers flying about the room, one stapled packet landing on each desk with a student sitting in it. “Now, please get out a piece of paper to begin taking notes on the history of modern physics...” He crossed over towards the chalkboard, limping slightly, held the chalk in a scarred left-hand and began to write on the board in his trademark handwriting- nearly illegible scrawl.
