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[DANAGGER FAOLAN]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Mq4Qw.png); padding:10px,BTABLE] DANAGGER FAOLAN cause maybe someday we'll figure all this out

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/Mq4Qw.png); padding:10px, BTABLE] FULL NAME: Danagger Faolan AGE: Twenty-nine GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Homosexual MEMBER GROUP: Faculty CLUB &/OR SPORT: None OCCUPATION: Art teacher PERSONALITY GENERAL: Should probably start with his name. It's backwards. Faolan is actually a first name. An obscure first name, to be sure, but check the baby name books and it's in there. Danagger, on the other hand, is an even-more-obscure last name. Go tell his parents that. His mother thought it seemed unusual/ romantic (she's really into her novels) and it sounded masculine enough for his father, so there it is on the birth certificate. But you know, when no one can even tell which obscure name comes first or last, the order really doesn't matter. So he gets called everything; Danagger, Faolan, Dan... sometimes even Flynn by people who just don't have a clue. He doesn't really mind, though. People can call him whatever. Just yell something remotely similar to his name and he'll probably get it and yell back, "Yeah, what do you want?" cause he's a surly old bastard. Almost thirty and all. So ancient. Practically dead. Anyway, his life is pretty low-drama. He's laid-back, easy-going. Life is hard enough without starting fights of your own. But just because he's mellow doesn't mean he's super-friendly. He's aloof and reclusive, preferring his studio to going out. He's not a people-person. He's brusque. He doesn't wear kid gloves. He's honest and he's blunt and he'll be the first to admit he's got no tact. If your painting is shit he's gonna say so. "Look, you almost had it here, but then your sense of perspective went to hell. Don't get lazy! Look at the lighting — It's hitting a solid, three-dimensional object. If you can salvage it, great, otherwise scrap it and get a new canvas. Come on, hop to it." He's pretty awful, isn't he? But anyone who spends any time around him can see that he's all bark and no bite. Under it all, he's just a big softie. Don't tell anyone though, it's embarrassing. Better to keep up the prickly exterior and rag on the poor helpless students like there's no tomorrow. But you know, all the whiny babies who just want to doodle and make penises out of clay drop out pretty fast. The ones who want to learn (the overwhelming majority, deities be praised) stick around. They know that even though he swears and yells and grouches and barks at them, he really knows his stuff. And when he tells them they've made a fucking amazing piece of art, they know they've really done something special. He says what he means and means what he says. Always. Artifice, deceit, manipulation, those dumb games people play, none of that has any place in his life. His morality and philosophy may be outside the established norm, his candor a little much at times, but his integrity's rock-solid. Hey, he's a teacher. It's practically in the job description. LIKES: suzuri (inkstones) green tea black tea coffee cigarettes warm bed warm bodies in warm bed overcast days with that pearly sort of sunlight pottery-making his weird homemade tofu protein shakes burgers — used to hate them, but living in sushi-land has taught him appreciation quiet days in the studio (what he calls his art classroom) DISLIKES: suits dairy liars drama-llamas close-minded losers sunburn spaghetti bolognese students wasting art materials being teased by students for his "grey hair" — it's BLONDE being teased by students for his ponytail being teased by students for his glasses the many problems/ culture clashes that gaijin run into OTHER: Dan was born in Manhattan, to an investment banker father and an art dealer mother. He had a pretty good childhood, all things considered. Roof over his head, beef tenderloin on his plate, never wanted for anything, all that. But when a kid starts out with a backwards name (hint hint parents), it's not too big of a cognitive leap to suppose he'll stay that way, right? He was always the weird one growing up, artsy oddball that he is. He's always been kinda swishy (in more ways than one, but we'll get to that). Black and white were never definitive to him; life is painted in shades of grey. If everyone else wants to think there are polar opposites a million miles apart and the canyon between them never cracks and spiderwebs outward to link the two factions, well he seriously disagrees. Life isn't that simple. So the simple-yet-devilish, black-white-and-green world of Manhattan never appealed to him, although he benefitted greatly from the cultural melting pot that stimulated his creativity to a complex ethnic vibrancy. Definitely an NYC boy. He went to university for an art degree, which his parents loudly protested but didn't really do anything to do stop him, passive-aggressive WASPs that they are. Although he studied classical European art as was required, he fell in love with East Asian artwork, particularly sumi-e. The calligraphic painting style absolutely enthralled him. He worked tirelessly at his focus of study, cultivating a sumi-e style all his own while staying true to the technique. He took advantage of his Western roots to add something new to the art form, a European touch. Although it is evidenced in his technique, it is most visible in his subject matter: he paints Western subjects in sumi-e style. The most successful are his classical fantasy scenes, misty castle towers and flowing dragons, but his paintings of more mundane subject matter, such as a lady at a cafe or a building's rooftop terrace, are just as lovely — sumi-e painting with a Western flair. It was only natural that he'd study Japanese and move to Japan to live and work in the source of sumi-e painting. He moved to Japan a few years ago and got a job at Aoyama as a high school art teacher to pay the bills. Going well so far, no complaints. The starving artist life suits him, teaching less so. Kids can be little shits at that age. He roars at them when they fence with the expensive paintbrushes and gouge "I HEART WHATSHISNAME" into their desks with the good ceramic scalpels, but they're all like his kids in some weird way. He doesn't even make his students call him "sensei" or "Mr Faolan" or anything, they just yell "Dan" or "Faolan" like everybody else. Sometimes his lax way of teaching chafes with the teachers, parents, school board, you name it, given the rigor and set-in-stone ways of Japanese education, but you know what? They can take his handy-dandy sculpting chisel and... yeah. Ahem. His kids earn high grades and create original, heartfelt works of art, that's what's important. His classroom is his space, a sanctuary for him and anyone else who wants it — his students, other students he doesn't have classes with, non-students, dogs, whatever. As long as they respect the space and the people in it, everything's cool. The studio is his castle; and no one tells the king how to rule his own castle. OUT OF CHARACTER ALIAS: Nello FACE CLAIM: [b]KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN[/b], [u]gokudera hayato[/u], [i]danagger faolan[/i] CHARACTERS: Nope

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