Post by Ces yeux on May 21, 2008 15:01:42 GMT -5
(This is the description for his classroom. It may not be that great but I do apologize.)
Walking into his classroom could have felt like walking into a grand chapel. Each classroom had their own uniqueness about them, reflecting the teacher. Their own space was a reflection of who they were and Nox's was indeed that. The tall blond was still a member of the church, but no longer a bishop. His classroom still reflected that in every way. As you enter the classroom the first thing you can see is the sun shining through a large stained glass window. The window is detailed in the colors of blue and gold. A crescent moon in the middle with beams all around it. Tapestry curtains hung at either side of them. Detailed with gold designs and beads. In front of the the large window was a desk made purely out of metal. Who had ever carried it in had to rather stronger. It wasn't a plain metal desk . The top was smooth and the corners formed into lion's heads and the bottoms of the legs looked like paws. It was very detailed and magnificent. His chair was large and extravagant like his desk. Except it was made of red wood with red velvet cushioning. The walls were lined with bookcases. Each book was never exactly the same. One wall was dedicated to poisons and mostly that, not all of them carried the remedies and there were very few books that did. The other wall was lined with books about the elementals, most the ones he taught. Some books had history of his family and Beore. Some had mythology. The desks were set up to have three students in each one. Each desk was made of red wood, . There were no actual seats, they were more like benches. So if one of the children were to fall asleep they'd have a rude awakening once they were awaken.
There were eighty seats all together and the desks were split to either side of the room so he'd have a clear path down the middle. To the right of his desk was his 'lap' where he could create the poisons and show the students, of course it was mostly the seniors who were able to do poisons hands on as they were very dangerous. To the other side of his desk was a pillar with a statue in the shape of a crescent mood, on the moon was crystal that seemed to glow. Fading in and out. For someone who worshiped a sun god, he had many symbols for the god of the moon in his room.
At the sound of the fifth period bell Nox walked into his class. A new year and new faces. He was positively shivering with excitement. New minds to mold, new children to punish. Oh joy! this was going to be a wonderful year. He hadn't forgotten how many children he had poisoned last year for being naughty..and he was sure the headmaster hadn't forgotten either. No..of course not. It was absolutely funny to him, but looked down upon. Yes...yes he'd have to behave this year.
OH but how could he..His nephews were now attending the school. Especially his dear Lusen. How ever was he supposed to contain himself, "No..I have to fallow the rules this year." He whispered to himself. Not had a child like mind. He was a respectable teacher and tended to be serious to his students, it was only sometimes he was off kilter..just a bit...okay maybe alot.
Walking over to his desk and sliding some books onto the smooth glimmering top, he smiled waiting for students to enter. His long blond hair was down and hanging over his shoulders. It was long and decently thick. When he was a Bishop it was constantly up in a pony tail or some way that wouldn't allow it to be down, but now he wore it down frequently. His school clothes were anything but normal. They were white and gold robes. A habit he hadn't kicked yet from his church days.
Oh...what a wonderful year this was going to be.
Walking into his classroom could have felt like walking into a grand chapel. Each classroom had their own uniqueness about them, reflecting the teacher. Their own space was a reflection of who they were and Nox's was indeed that. The tall blond was still a member of the church, but no longer a bishop. His classroom still reflected that in every way. As you enter the classroom the first thing you can see is the sun shining through a large stained glass window. The window is detailed in the colors of blue and gold. A crescent moon in the middle with beams all around it. Tapestry curtains hung at either side of them. Detailed with gold designs and beads. In front of the the large window was a desk made purely out of metal. Who had ever carried it in had to rather stronger. It wasn't a plain metal desk . The top was smooth and the corners formed into lion's heads and the bottoms of the legs looked like paws. It was very detailed and magnificent. His chair was large and extravagant like his desk. Except it was made of red wood with red velvet cushioning. The walls were lined with bookcases. Each book was never exactly the same. One wall was dedicated to poisons and mostly that, not all of them carried the remedies and there were very few books that did. The other wall was lined with books about the elementals, most the ones he taught. Some books had history of his family and Beore. Some had mythology. The desks were set up to have three students in each one. Each desk was made of red wood, . There were no actual seats, they were more like benches. So if one of the children were to fall asleep they'd have a rude awakening once they were awaken.
There were eighty seats all together and the desks were split to either side of the room so he'd have a clear path down the middle. To the right of his desk was his 'lap' where he could create the poisons and show the students, of course it was mostly the seniors who were able to do poisons hands on as they were very dangerous. To the other side of his desk was a pillar with a statue in the shape of a crescent mood, on the moon was crystal that seemed to glow. Fading in and out. For someone who worshiped a sun god, he had many symbols for the god of the moon in his room.
At the sound of the fifth period bell Nox walked into his class. A new year and new faces. He was positively shivering with excitement. New minds to mold, new children to punish. Oh joy! this was going to be a wonderful year. He hadn't forgotten how many children he had poisoned last year for being naughty..and he was sure the headmaster hadn't forgotten either. No..of course not. It was absolutely funny to him, but looked down upon. Yes...yes he'd have to behave this year.
OH but how could he..His nephews were now attending the school. Especially his dear Lusen. How ever was he supposed to contain himself, "No..I have to fallow the rules this year." He whispered to himself. Not had a child like mind. He was a respectable teacher and tended to be serious to his students, it was only sometimes he was off kilter..just a bit...okay maybe alot.
Walking over to his desk and sliding some books onto the smooth glimmering top, he smiled waiting for students to enter. His long blond hair was down and hanging over his shoulders. It was long and decently thick. When he was a Bishop it was constantly up in a pony tail or some way that wouldn't allow it to be down, but now he wore it down frequently. His school clothes were anything but normal. They were white and gold robes. A habit he hadn't kicked yet from his church days.
Oh...what a wonderful year this was going to be.