application
( fandom faculty/teacher application )
PLAYER INFORMATION
PLAYER: tkino
AGE: 25
CONTACT: aim: lumberjack end
PERSONAL LJ: kmmasy
CHARACTERS PLAYED N/A (applied for Weiss)
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Fang Yun
CANON: Final Fantasy XIII
CANON REFERENCE: Final Fantasy wiki
AGE: 21
GENDER Female
TENURE: one year
SUBJECT/POSITION: Natural History Teacher, grades high school 1-3
RESIDENCE: in town
APPEARANCE: here!
PERSONALITY:
To quote Vanille from the light novel: "Fang doesn't fight because she is strong, though she is quite strong. She fights because she is kind. She can never forgive those who hurt the people she loves." While this doesn't sum up Fang completely, it definitely highlights several important pieces of her personality. First off, Fang is strong. She's confident, proud, and independent. She knows what she wants and has no problem going after it, even if she has to do it alone. And if you don't like her, she's not going to lose any sleep over it. She returns the favor, often being very straight forward and candid. You'll always know where you stand with her: if she doesn't like you, she sees no reason to dance diplomatic around it. Of course, this strength also gets her into trouble sometimes: she can be exceedingly stubborn or suffer from tunnel-vision. It's the latter that she really has to look out for - coupled with her tendency to favor action over talking or waiting, she can really cause problems for herself or those around her.
All of that probably makes her sound like some stern, aloof person, when she's actually the complete opposite. In most situations, Fang's easygoing and casual, with a tendency to tease or flirt. It's that confidence showing through again - Fang has a devil-may-care attitude towards life, because if she gets into trouble she can get herself right back out again. It's also simply that she has nothing to prove to anyone, and that lifts a lot of restraints that might otherwise hold someone back. And despite her preference for action, she's not opposed to going slowly at times, because Fang's not the type to forget that life is fun. In fact, she'll scold those she finds too stoic or serious, though you'll also find her reining back those who are being a little too carefree.
And that's part of the kindness: Fang's a very compassionate person and a fiercely protective friend. She won't make excuses for people, but she'll drop everything or put aside her own feelings if someone needs her. This is where the tunnel vision can really affect her, as Fang can make some very stupid decisions if she feels it's necessary to protect her friends. As long as someone is well-intentioned and trying his best, Fang's willing to cut him a little slack. But this is one place where Fang doesn't reciprocate: while she can be open about her feelings, Fang's unlikely to confide in people if the only purpose would be to seek comfort or to vent her emotions. Fang handles herself.
Again, Fang's tough. Even though she is kind, don't think you can take advantage of her. In canon, when put into a support role Fang says everything from the encouraging "don't sweat it!" to the stern "show some spine!" to the irritated "I gotta do everything?" As easygoing as Fang usually is, she won't let you get away with just anything. It's hard to draw a clear line between what Fang will tolerate and what she won't, as it varies between both people and situation. Fang's elemental specialties in canon are water and air, and she can be much like those mutable, unpredictable elements. Like strength born of kindness, she isn't always easy to figure out. But she'll be there if you need her, with an easy smile and an iron will.
COMPUTER APTITUDE:
Not great, not bad. Fang doesn't spend more time on the computer than she has to, so while she's familiar enough with the programs she uses, she doesn't know and doesn't really care about anything beyond that.
AU HISTORY:
Born in a small, tight-knit town in Australia, Fang's childhood was, for the most part, a pretty idyllic, story-book type of life. She absorbed every story her parents and the other local adults told her, roamed the outdoors, wrestled with dogs, climbed (and occasionally fell) out of every nearby tree. Even when her parents died in a bushfire, Fang's life wasn't uprooted nearly as badly as it could've been - the town had its own orphanage, part of its ideal of taking care of its own, allowing her to remain around the people that she had known all her life.
Of course, the loss wasn't so easy for Fang to bear. Always high-spirited, some of her wilder tendencies started to get a little out of hand, leading her to sneak out of windows and generally cause trouble. It also created a distinct distance between her and the other children, at least until a girl named Vanille showed up. They quickly became fast friends, and Fang became more well behaved, both out of her desire to watch over Vanille and the younger girl's innate talent for balancing Fang out. (Though Fang's penchant for beating up bullies who made Vanille cry proved to any doubters that her wild side was definitely alive and kicking. And punching. And biting. And so forth.)
The close knit pair caught the eye of the town's wealthiest resident and local philanthropist. They might not have been loners or troublemakers, but they were (in some ways) the odd kids out, and the businessman thought it would benefit them to be in a different environment and to get a fresh start. After some initial resistance from Fang, he convinced them to try a boarding school on an entirely different continent.
Turned out the old man was right - Fang thrived at Reims, making friends easily, playing on several sports teams, and doing well in her classes. It ended with her graduating completely on time, senior project and all. She returned home briefly, and it was there and then that she got the tattoo on her arm, a design from the hometown that she was so proud of despite doing so well away from it.
In fact, she didn't stay long before returning to France and attending a college near Reims. Working with a single-minded purpose along with some careful planning and little sleep gave her a degree in only two years, with which she immediately turned around and applied for a teaching position at Reims. Though they were a little wary of her young age, Fang fought until she was hired, and she hasn't given them a reason to reconsider yet.
JUSTIFICATION:
It's true that Fang's not the strictest of teachers. Not really one to stand on formality, Fang's likely to let a certain amount of minor rule-breaking slide: for instance, she won't care much if a student swears in front of her, though she may remind them of the rule. But use an offensive word more along the lines of a slur and she will kick your ass (metaphorically, of course) six ways from Sunday. She won't make a big deal of things that are pretty harmless, but anything that could be even potentially dangerous or hurtful will have her stepping in immediately. She won't tolerate people slacking off or disrupting her class either. And once she takes a stand, she's nearly impossible to budge. Just because Fang is carefree doesn't mean that she's irresponsible - and she'll be very unhappy with you if you suggest that she is.
That's what Fang's like as a teacher, and honestly? Faculty is really the only position that makes sense for her - I don't want to rehash her personality section here, but the fact is that Fang's serious and responsible down to her core. In canon, her entire character is driven by her feelings of responsibility - to Vanille, to the other party members, to the world as a whole. Case in point: she's captured by people that she hates and considers her lifelong enemies, handcuffed and blindfolded, surrounded by men pointing guns at her...and then makes an alliance with them because they'll help her find Vanille. This isn't to say that a student can't be strong, serious, or responsible, but for Fang, everything that makes her a good teacher would make her a terrible student. Her personality, attitude, and outlook on life all make much more sense for a teacher.
SAMPLES
INTRANET/1ST PERSON SAMPLE
So it turns out that someone pranked my office last night. Now, I'm not saying I don't appreciate the effort, especially since I know the door was locked when I left, but don't you guys think you should put a little more thought into it? Letting a bunch of rats run loose isn't going to do much to scare a Natural History teacher. Better luck next time. Though since there are only so many pet stores around, it's going to be real easy to figure out who did this. So there'd better not be a next time, got it?
And hey, if anybody's been thinking about a pet for their dorm room, I've got some extra rats I'll give you - they're really a bunch of sweethearts. I'll help you get set up with the right cages and food and such. If you change your mind, give them back to me. These guys can't survive on their own outside.
LOG/3RD PERSON SAMPLE
Fang closed the door behind her with a sigh, dropping a folder almost carelessly on the nearby couch before stretching. She'd chosen to get an apartment in town to give herself a little more distance from the school - as fond as she was of it, she didn't want it to be her entire life. Especially not after years of attending it as a student.
So much for that plan, though, as she glanced wryly at the folder as she sat next to it to take off her shoes. Between hashing out plans for a field trip and tutoring a student she hadn't had time to finish grading tests. By the time she'd gotten around to them, there was no way she was going to stay in her office any longer. So here the tests were, home with her.
Food first though. Fang moved into the kitchen, turning on the lights and the radio. She was only half listening to the announcer's smooth chatter (these evening DJ's were always smooth, she thought with a grin), but that wasn't the point. If there was one thing she actively missed about staying on campus, it was how busy the place always was. The stillness of her apartment was almost unsettling after that, though hardly enough to drive her back to campus or into the faculty housing. Fang just let the music play as she looked around for something she could eat one-handed and not fall apart onto the test pages.
Not my idea of a dinner date. She laughed. If only she had known that this profession would dictate even her meals! Still, even as she threw together a sandwich (another grin and shake of the head - she'd been too busy even for groceries lately), she knew it wouldn't have changed anything. Vanille was still at the school and so she couldn't be anywhere else...but that wasn't all. There were plenty of other faculty members that she was friends with, several of whom had standing invitations to come visit her whenever. There were the students, though like any teacher she would've been fine with a few less headaches. But it was also just fun to watch them in class, to see that moment when they finally understood. It was one reason she loved her survey course, her "science for non-science people". Getting those kids to enjoy a class they might otherwise dread was one of the most satisfying feelings in her life.
And as she sat down on the couch, sandwich in one hand and red pen in the other, there were even tests to be graded. At least those from that survey course - when the biggest problem facing her was whether or not to give a student at least a little credit for this cartoon portrait of Newton rather than a real answer, well... Fang wasn't going to complain at all.
HAVE YOU READ THE FAQ? The rabid wombats made me.