Professor W. B. Copperfield
Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2021 11:54 pm
1. Are you 18 or older?
Yes.
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? You can be brief. This is intended to help us provide useful feedback in your approval.
Yeeeaaarrs of roleplay experience. Old enough to graduate college and been doing this since middle school.
3. You may include an optional (SHORT!) Roleplay sample for people to read that gives a feel for your character in writing.
The bell rang for class to begin. The students were all in their seats and ready to begin. The teacher's desk at the front of the room had a soldering kit and some bits of metal and mechanical parts ontop of it. The chalkboard had "MR. WHITEHORSE BLACKSTONE COPPERFIELD" written on it in big bold letters. However, for all the physical reasons to assume a teacher was present and ready for their class, none was present.
There was a flurry of wind around the locked window to the third-floor classroom. Students waiting for the teacher to arrive clutched at their books and binders to keep the wind from carrying their paper off. With a snap the window's lock disengaged and the wind died instantly. The window frame stuck a few times as it was raised, having not been used in some years. But a thin, tall man in a long leather duster and disheveled hair crawled through the small opening and rolled onto the floor.
"Woo!" He stuck his fingers in the air and sprang up onto his feet, triumphant. His boots had glowing purple lights and with a tap of his heels the lights went dark. "Being late to my own class wouldn't look good on my report card! Glad I made it."
A student spoke up, "But, you are late, Mr., uhh, Mr. Whitehorse Blac-" The man held up a hand and cut him off.
"Just call me Mr. C, or Copperfield." His triumphant demeanor slumped into a depressed slouch. His hair stuck out even more noticeably with several cowlicks, and the bags under his eyes seemed to appear from nowhere. Mr. C moved to the chalkboard and with a piece of chalk made a big box around 'Mr.' and the letter 'C', then used red chalk to put a circle around his whole last name. "Don't use my full name, its much too long. But policy states that I write my full name for you all in legible letters. And if any of you rat on me that I'm late to my first class of the semester, I'll fail you. Or something." He shrugged. "Look, lets just play nice and you learn how to blow up Grimm with Gravity Dust."
"Is that possible?" Another student asked.
Copperfield realized just then that he had said 'Gravity' instead of 'Combustion'. Man, after the exhilaration of rushing to his classroom, he was exhausted. Not sleeping does that. "Of course it is!" Copperfield said. "You just gotta think about the physics and how you can royally screw up some Grimm's day with it." He sniffed and moved to his desk, looking around it for a moment before muttering frustratedly. He rubbed at his eyes and pinched the bridge of his strong nose.
"First person who can get me some coffee gets an A for today. I left my mug at home."
Yes.
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? You can be brief. This is intended to help us provide useful feedback in your approval.
Yeeeaaarrs of roleplay experience. Old enough to graduate college and been doing this since middle school.
3. You may include an optional (SHORT!) Roleplay sample for people to read that gives a feel for your character in writing.
The bell rang for class to begin. The students were all in their seats and ready to begin. The teacher's desk at the front of the room had a soldering kit and some bits of metal and mechanical parts ontop of it. The chalkboard had "MR. WHITEHORSE BLACKSTONE COPPERFIELD" written on it in big bold letters. However, for all the physical reasons to assume a teacher was present and ready for their class, none was present.
There was a flurry of wind around the locked window to the third-floor classroom. Students waiting for the teacher to arrive clutched at their books and binders to keep the wind from carrying their paper off. With a snap the window's lock disengaged and the wind died instantly. The window frame stuck a few times as it was raised, having not been used in some years. But a thin, tall man in a long leather duster and disheveled hair crawled through the small opening and rolled onto the floor.
"Woo!" He stuck his fingers in the air and sprang up onto his feet, triumphant. His boots had glowing purple lights and with a tap of his heels the lights went dark. "Being late to my own class wouldn't look good on my report card! Glad I made it."
A student spoke up, "But, you are late, Mr., uhh, Mr. Whitehorse Blac-" The man held up a hand and cut him off.
"Just call me Mr. C, or Copperfield." His triumphant demeanor slumped into a depressed slouch. His hair stuck out even more noticeably with several cowlicks, and the bags under his eyes seemed to appear from nowhere. Mr. C moved to the chalkboard and with a piece of chalk made a big box around 'Mr.' and the letter 'C', then used red chalk to put a circle around his whole last name. "Don't use my full name, its much too long. But policy states that I write my full name for you all in legible letters. And if any of you rat on me that I'm late to my first class of the semester, I'll fail you. Or something." He shrugged. "Look, lets just play nice and you learn how to blow up Grimm with Gravity Dust."
"Is that possible?" Another student asked.
Copperfield realized just then that he had said 'Gravity' instead of 'Combustion'. Man, after the exhilaration of rushing to his classroom, he was exhausted. Not sleeping does that. "Of course it is!" Copperfield said. "You just gotta think about the physics and how you can royally screw up some Grimm's day with it." He sniffed and moved to his desk, looking around it for a moment before muttering frustratedly. He rubbed at his eyes and pinched the bridge of his strong nose.
"First person who can get me some coffee gets an A for today. I left my mug at home."