Post by ARES APOLLO ANDREOU on Oct 31, 2011 3:52:53 GMT -5
ARES APOLLO ANDREOU. TWENTY-FOUR. TEACHER. RYAN COOPER
personality
ares as a teacher
He glanced to his clock, watching the time tick by before glancing up to his students starting to gather around the locked door, peering through the windows and waiting to see if their favorite teacher would appear. he was dressed nicer this morning, something that was rare for the young male. usually dressing to blend into the student population, he stepped out from his hiding spot. his head was held high, showing the confidence that never seemed to leave him. a smirk was on his face as he heard the gasps from the students as they separated to let him through. digging through his dress pants, he pulled out the keys and did not take one moment to glance at the students surrounding him. turning the doorknob, he opened the door and spoke with a stern voice ”take your seats.” and proceeded to put his empty briefcase on the chair behind his desk. he shuffled papers, hearing complete silence and looked up. he gathered his materials, setting them in the middle of the table and then began to take off his coat. he rolled up his sleeves and proceeded to pull the random chemicals into the one beaker. grinning, he looked up. start cheering. he said with a chuckle, listening to the clapping around him start, chanting him on. he began to mix the chemicals together, carefully. he heard the bottle began to rumble, with eyes widened and motioned with his hands for the people to move back. in a frenzy, his class began to shuffle towards the back rows and he followed suit, watching with an amused smirk. he was well aware of what was going to happen, the beaker began to rumble and shoot off smoke. he reached his pocket and took out the gummy room, the same kind that he had stuck into the beaker to create the reaction and tossed a few to the students standing next to them. the sound of the explosion was similar to a firework but it was contained, the bottle was lit up with the same green color that the candy has been and the smoke was white. waiting another moment, he turned to the class and grinned, and now it’s your turn! as he tossed gummy bears to them, listening to the cheering and then turned his back. one person from each group come up to the class, get the materials, get the bears..don’t eat them yet and follow the instructions on the sheet. and you got 15 seconds to do so. ready, annd.. he waited, pausing for dramatic effect. he watched the chosen students look ready to launch to the front of the room and he took his time, pulling a stopwatch from his watch, last person to get there has to write formulas on the board…and…GO.” he shouted before hitting the timer on the top and watching the students launch to the front.
ares with his friends
shutting the car door, he crossed the street without a glance to the cars that would be coming from either side of him. he heard a honk, holding up his hand with a slight fake apologetic look as he reached the sidewalk and locked the door from over his shoulder. he saw a group of his friends waiting by the door, having to wait for him to actually gain access to the club. chuckling, he reached them and let a few high fives go around. clasping their hands and exchanging a few laughs and stories, sorry sorry. grading bitches. it’s important. he grinned before nodding to the bouncer and rolled his eyes to the groans that were emitted from the line. shrugging to them, he moved through the threshold and entered the club and moved with his friends, scoping out the girls that passed by him and winked to a few that could not stop watching them as they passed. grinning, he turned to his friends as they found a standing table to position themselves at and waved his hand for the cocktail waitress to appear. round for my boys!, high fiving them again as if they had already had a few drinks. they chatted about their latest girls, ares stayed silent on that topic but piped in when his friends spoke about their ‘conquests”. he shook his head and took the beer as it was placed in front of him, giving the girl a wink and a quick thanks darling before slipping a five onto her tray and watching her walk off. feeling a nudge, ares turned his head to his friends and chuckled, shrugging not my type he spoke simply. girls were never a strong topic for ares, he had never really done the whole commitment thing, not because he was afraid of it—because he had been stung too many times. he continued to laugh with his buddies through four beers before moving onto his task—a companion for the night.
ares with a girl
ares was quick in finding his companion, a brunette with long legs and a slim but curvy body. it seemed like the perfect choice and had always been his type since he was a young boy. his friends commented that he needed to find a new kind of girl but there was something about brunette's that gave him comfort. arching an eyebrow, he moved to the side of the girl, leaning his back against the bar and looking to his buddies. soo.. he commented lightly, taking a sip of his beer and then placing it on the bartop, i was pretty bored over there with my boys, i was thinking of going for something a little more..my taste. he commented, turning to face her and flashing her a smile. the smile was what gave him a foot in the door and he peered to her drink, inspecting it for a moment. fruity, pink with an umbrella instead of a toothpick. licking his lips, he reached for it, sliding the empty glass away from her and tapping the bartop. looking to the bartender, he chuckled, pointing to the two drinks-his beer and the empty glass. they were instantly refilled and looked to her, grinning, so i haven't seen you around here but i wish i have. not sure how i could overlook something so beautiful. he commented, brushing a hand up her arm and smiling to her giggle. line and sinker. he had his girl for the night and even without meaning to, it would probably be the last time that he would see her.
ares on his own personality
"ah, well i figured that i should let you observe me first before i actually begin to even explain myself. i'm not the gloating type, i don't talk about my car or my house but i am proud of my accomplishments, even if i don't mention them. however, i have let my good looks get to my head and as a result, i do have a bit of an ego. seeing as how i am a teacher, i have a tendency to boss people around as i do to my students, sometimes for people's protection and sometimes because it's just a habit. i am known to tell my friends what to do in their life because i feel that i am always right with just about anything that i have to say. i am used to being in control of things, like my classroom or my own life, and i hae when i am not. i guess i will go into the gritty side of things; my temper. yes, i do have one and it's usually activated by alcohol and some random comment. i don't cool down quickly either, i get mad and i stay mad. my memory is pretty good and i do hold grudges. i'm a tough guy, i've had to be, and even though i stepped away from my father's business does not mean that i do not have a knack for it and if they situation came to it- i would kill for those that i care about. No matter how it happens I don't just haul off and punch everyone I dislike, they've got to push me far enough for me to want to hit them but it seems most try. I will fight dirty and even if it's not a physical fight that stands true, I have my tricks and I will use them. Something I will not do is hit a true woman...No matter how much she pisses me off.
the simple life is boring to me, i need a little bit of thrill. i love the speed that i can get in my car and i push things to the limit. i guess a positive about me would be that i am honest. i don't always tell the whole truth but most of the time, i don't sugarcoat the truth either. the thing is, being a teacher, i like having fun in my classroom. i pull pranks on my students, i get them confused, make things explode and they love it. they enjoy being able to have a more hands-on type environment and i don't mind it either. i have yet to find a class that hated me in my two years of teaching at orchid. i like to have fun, and sometimes it can be a little childish but i just want to hold onto my youth for as long as i am allotted to.
i guess should be a more specific topic next; the ladies. i am a ladies guy. i can't even deny that as i have had serious relationships and one nightstands, fuck buddies and i flirt. i love the ladies but i drop them rather quickly. the thing for me is that i am not a simple, white-picket fence type guy. that life is not the one that i see for myself, i see a life of a bachelorhood for a little while in my apartment while teaching at orchid. i get bored too easily with girls and i have yet to find that perfect girl that can keep my interest and without even meaning to, i end up hurting them. I'm not one of those guy's who's ten kinds of picky when it comes to what women he'll flirt with, all women are beautiful and I won't miss a chance to flirt with them. Thing is that I won't get into a relationship with one though. Nope, I'm a flirty one night stand kind of guy, fuck buddies are fine too as well as maybe just casual dates where you go out whenever the two of you feel like you just wanna go out on a date and don't want strings attached. It's not real dating so no harm no foul....i did that once in my life and got torn up from it. girls can really hurt you and this one's scars still pain me sometimes."
history
"right, well i suppose this is the part where i explain why i am the way that i am. i'm gonna break this up to make it much easier for both myself and for you.
ares as a child
well, i was born on a saturday. why is that important? it's not. i just like to think that it's why i am so laidback most of the time and why my mother is..well, not. she had to give birth on a weekend, that must have sucked for her. october fiftheenth is my birthday and it was a huge cause for celebration as i was the first boy in a long line of girls that popped out. i have 14 first cousins alone and two of them are guys. besides that, my uncles, dad and my grandfathers are really the only other males in my primarily female family. this is where i learned to respect woman (as much as sleeping and ditching isn't respectful), with a family like mine, i was able to understand things a lot easier. i was never the best child in the world and often caused my family grief when i would come to the door with the neighbor's hand on my shoulder and listening to them explain to my parents that i was climbing the orange tree in their backyard again. i was that kind of kid. i was the one that got in trouble for every little thing i did and never learned his lesson until i was about eight and i got pushed down by a really big kid. after that, i kind of learned that my sarcastic tongue (something i got from my mother) and my wit were not always appreciated and i also learned that i had a really bony ass. after being knocked down by my peers more than once, i tried to tone down the sarcasm and only use it on special occasions now.
ares as a teenager
"heeeey, how about we just skip these years and move on with our lives? no?...didn't think so. i learned family secrets as i got older, learning of my dad's actual job and the notion that he wanted to pass that job onto me. opting for teaching was the best decision of my life, otherwise i would be putting bullets in people's head. i can hardly hit a fly with a fly swatter, and not because my aim is a little off but because i feel bad for ending the life of such a disgusting creature. besides the fact that my mother having an affair and me having about two or three siblings came as a surprise. or the fact that my father had gotten sick (he's better now) when i was a baby and that was why he was absent most of my childhood. abandonment issues seems to be the resulting effect of that. that could be way i hate being alone, because i was never alone as a child. i was always pestered and even in my teenage years, i was pestered. drove me nuts. still does. my mother makes it a habit to call me every four days, at the same time every call. it's insane. no matter what i am doing, i am forced to drop the item such as a pan or an egg and answer the phone. let it roll to voicemail? oh no, then i get twenty messages of a continuing rant about my voicemail. "something short sweet and to the point baby" is apparently not appropriate. it's not like i give my numbers to my students or anything, and my frie....i'm getting way off topic here. basically in my teenage years, i was hell on wheels. wheels is because of the fact that it was when i got my motorcycle. clyde as my younger sister calls him and i rather enjoy that name. still have the sucker too. i drove out of the town, in the town, through alleyways, anywhere that i could take that bike--i did. i went to parties and did the teenager scene early on, and then started to hunker down with books as i got older. my late teens were spent in the libraries amazingly, i did not want to end up like my father...or well, who i thought was my father. long story there. so i studied. my high school years was a good time but my college years, early ones at least were just as good.
love of ares' life
....ah i thought this topic would come up at some point. the girl that i thought i loved and thought that she loved me. seeing as how i am single, you can guess how this one went. we met in freshman year, lauren was her name. even her name was beautiful, and she was hottest thing on two legs that i had ever seen and i've seen a dancing hotdog guy on fire before. she caught my attention in our greek and roman history class and we hit it off. sadly, she had a boyfriend at the time (as if someone like her wouldn't) but i won in the end, well i thought i did. in our junior year, two years of dating, i proposed...like an idiot. i did it nicely too, dinner for the two of us, her family was there too later on. i flew people in from all over the world to celebrate the night with us. the wedding was drawing closer and closer, plans were starting to come together and tensions were running high. oh no, not with me and her. with her and her ex, who was my best man. you can see where this is going. i mean sexual tension, such sexual tension that it eventually made them both snap and they ended up together in a closet. i didn't even find them, my mother did. my mother already hated the girl but this set things off. anyway, that was the end of that love affair and that friendship. it was pretty much over before the marriage even got started. i begin to wonder how many times they fucked while we were at school? a scary thought. i predict at least 5 times a month.
present day ares
so after that incident, something that the whole town could not shut up about. i left. it was a quick and easy move and it brought me here to finish my last year of university and too complete my teaching degree at the college as well. and after that, i bummed around a little bit, had a few flings and did substitute teacher till a job opened up. got to say that i love my classes, they are so much fun and full of energy and lively as well. it's amazing how much they want to learn and i am eager to teach them all they need to know. i pull pranks on them, lie to them, joke around and anger them with pop quizzes but it's often that i am a favorite teacher at tusla high. a personal favorite prank of mine is the fake substitute, got my grade 9 chem class with it last week. ah good times. when i am not teaching though, i like to go out with friends, drink a few beers, watch the game and enjoy life. love is not the in the cards for me, i doubt it will ever be but that incident does not mean that i believe all girls are vindictive and cruel. i enjoy a woman's company from time to time, not on a school night of course but i don't i will find another great love affair like the one i had. that one is for the books, really.
out of character information
What do you go by?
haleyzard
How old are you?
oooooooooold yeller
How long have you been doing this?
big bang
What timezone are you in?
eastern
How can we reach you?
msn, pm, aim
Who else have you got?
jackson winston & lena rousseau
Canon or Original?
original
Care to show off your skills?no.
