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Expressive Arts Teacher - Fausta-Jean Roland by digipup Expressive Arts Teacher - Fausta-Jean Roland by digipup
This page also serves as a roleplaying page for the Expressive Arts class.



(( Oh look, an app with good art?
Well, it's not mine. Everything in this app was drawn by :icondestinyfall:. Go check her out, her art is wonderful [obviously!] I'll probably have her draw my characters again sometime... ))



Name: Madame Fausta-Jean Roland (Pronounced, roughly, 'Fow-stuh John'. It's French.)

Glamor Name: Marie Latimer

Actual Age: 259 years

Glamor Age: 39, but it's really very difficult to tell from just looking at her face. She really appears ageless.

Monster Species: Spirit; not so much a species as a unique, restless dead person. She is a headless horseman, very similar to said character from the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, cousin to Dullahans.

Height: 5 feet, 9 inches in her human form; her monster form would be the same if she had a head. Her horse stands a massive 16 hands tall.

Weight: Unknown

Voice Sample: Not Applicable

:new: Theme Song: "Shadow of the Moon" by Blackmore's Night ( [link] )

Grade: Teacher of the Expressive Arts class

Natural Weapons:
- Her horse’s hooves can pack a hefty punch.
- Physically, Fausta-Jean is literally a “solid ghost”; she is capable of shifting all or parts of herself into an intangible, invisible substance and walking right through most types of material.
- Most magic effects and artificial substances have a dulled effect on her, or wear off more quickly. Anesthesia wears off too fast to be useful. Pain is slashed in half. She is also completely unaffected by hypnotizing/mind-control spells because she literally doesn't have a brain /shot.
- Although she doesn't use the ability very much, Fausta-Jean has slight telekinetic abilities when she and her horse are together. The closer they are to one another physically, the farther she can reach with the ability (reaching a max of about ten yards.) She can open or close doors/gates/windows, stand up pencil containers, and move other small objects around. She can also smack you with small sharp inanimate objects (like tacks...), so be careful.
- She has no blood; while she can feel pain and be hindered by wounds from blades, they will heal themselves in a fairly short amount of time (severed limbs will not regenerate.)
- She doesn't need to breathe, so she can't drown.

Trained Weapons:
- Expert in swordplay

Weaknesses:
- She cannot be in her monster form during daylight hours (although her horse can), or she will fade from existence entirely. Ordinarily, she would have to return to a certain churchyard during the day, but her glamour negates that effect; for this reason she conducts her class in the evening.
- Gold: she cannot pass through it, she cannot touch it or get past it with telekinesis, and wounds inflicted with it will not regenerate. This is also the only type of metal that can kill her as it would a human, when used as a weapon.
- Her natural magic resistance has no effect against light magic.
- She is mute in both her glamour and monster forms, and writes her messages on a tablet and pen (or on a chalkboard or powerpoint, when teaching her class)
- She is not a very magical creature. Spells and incantations are fairly foreign to her, and what she doesn't have naturally she finds extremely difficult to learn.

Major Skills:
- Swordplay. She's a great fencer and very light on her feet, though she doesn't really talk about it much.
- Ignoring everything. Honestly, she is very detached and unaffected by circumstances, and her general resistance to injury adds to that. She's not like a cactus just standing around doing its thing and looking formidable against the sky, but it takes a lot to get a reaction out of her. She just... doesn't care.

Minor Skills:
- Speaks/writes English and French
- Good at negotiating with undead/spirits and the occasional demon
- Excellent horseback rider, traditional or sidesaddle

Character Background:
Fausta-Jean is silent on the area of her past, but she has a lengthy one that some people these days may be familiar with. Ask her if you're that curious about it... Or just wait until someone interrupts her monotone and somewhat reclusive existence.
Among many legends concerning her species are stories of the Dullahans from Irish Celtic folklore, the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, stories from the Brothers Grimm, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, and various German tales.

Personality:
- Calm, aloof, and collected. Self-confident to a fault; she tends to keep a mental tab of who she owes favors to, and for this reason she dislikes having to accept help from others.
- Critical and somewhat unsympathetic. She says things exactly as she sees them, and doesn't care who hates her for it.
- Occasionally a little malevolent in intent; scaring people neither pricks her conscience nor gains her pity.
- Very well-read and refined; when not terrorizing people on horseback, holds herself in a high-born manner and has the poise of an aristocrat.
- Barely interested in making friends, much less finding a lover. Unresponsive to romantic advances, though not oblivious. There is an actual reason for this; she isn't asexual.
- Eloquent in her writing; would be in speech as well if she had a mouth, but for timesaving purposes she keeps short what she writes out during conversation.
- Bears little genuine interest in humans.
- She calls all students by their glamour names. You can call her whatever you want.
- She carries a riding crop that she’s never used on her horse. Watch out, students.

Glamor: Her pumpkin head; she basically just places it where her head would normally be, and it sticks by magic. Don't try to knock it off; that's not as easy as it sounds, and you might get stabbed in the gut.
Her transformation is pretty cool, too - when she places the Jack-o-Lantern in her headspace, the candle flame flares out in the shape of her hair before she fully turns.

Trivia:
- Fausta-Jean has no need to eat or drink, but will occasionally do so in her human form at social gatherings to be polite.
- She also doesn't need to sleep. She only does it to pass the time, but normally she can be found up and about at any hour of the day.
- In her human form, Fausta-Jean rarely shows much emotion. She will smile or frown a little on occasion, but due to living over two hundred years without a head, expressing things with her face is a skill all but forgotten to her. Her body language is prominent, however, and she is swift and dynamic to express herself in that way.
- Her horse is actually a demon that has taken on the form of a horse. The only people in the Academy who know this are the Headmistress, and Fausta-Jean herself. His name is Phlippon.
- Phlippon's glamour works in an inverse way to the typical glamour of Monster Academy. His glamour item is a bridle – instead of putting it on to shift to his glamour form (which would make it impossible to remove), it has to be taken off. It dissolves in thin air as he shrinks down to his glamour form. To shift back to his monster form, his chess piece needs to be simply dropped on the ground or a floor, and he will be wearing the bridle again when he shifts.
- Phlippon also helps out in the M.P.E class! He's the guinea pig when Jheiss teaches horseback riding. He acts just like any other totally normal horse.... but be careful, because he will buck off students he doesn't like (namely, those that need attitude adjustments. Or demons, he'll throw demons too.)
- Fausta-Jean is actually capable of a lot more power than she dares to use. This will be explained when I finally come out with her backstory, which is in progress!

I LOVE roleplaying. This character isn't exactly the best for that (antisocial wench...) but I can never turn down an offer for RP. Bring it on!

I also love when people draw my characters! Fausta-Jean has been drawn here... [link] [link]
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:iconlimictor:
limictor Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2014  Student
aww I have a headless girl to!!!
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digipup Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I've always liked the idea of headless ghosts :P This is one of my favorite characters. Glad you like her!
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limictor Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2014  Student
sadly I wont be making one of the headless im trying to make up my mind on other things
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digipup Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I see. Well, good luck!
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limictor Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2014  Student
as to you
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TheMerryMarquis Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2013   Writer
Wilky: A Head for a horse,
A head for a horse,
Such a thing is but par for the course.
When the ghoul rides out the gate,
She brings with her a grim fate.
Run sons of man,
Run if you can,
You cannot escape the dreaded horseman.

Keh keh keh...
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digipup Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
The headless horseman rides tonight
through stark and starless skies.
Shattering the silence
with her otherworldly cries,
she races through the darkness
on her black and sable steed
The headless horseman rides tonight
where the fates would lead.

Ahahaaahaaaaa
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TwilightSweetie Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Student Artist
Pfft shit submit it too soon :iconmingplz: Sorry ))

Jinmei: *the girl had her things in hand as she makes her way to the Arts class room for the day to get her lesson on~* ouo~
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digipup Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
(( Lol XDD No worries :) ))

Fausta-Jean: *Is seated with her legs crossed; looks over slightly to give Jinmei a once-over* *Has no objection, apparently, so settles back into her chair*
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TwilightSweetie Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Student Artist
Jinmei: ouo? *she comes in as she spots the teacher up ahead//nopunattended//shot* Oh ni-hao~ o0o/ How are ya? ouo~ *goes to her seat*
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digipup Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta-Jean: *Clicks a button on her keyboard, causing a previously dark projector to light up* *Types into the keyboard, and her words appear on the projection* "I am well, thank you. Welcome to class."
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TwilightSweetie Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Student Artist
Jinmei: Oh. O.O Oh goodness. *giggles a bit as she took out her sketch book note book and pencils so she can be ready to take on down notes* Xiexie. ouo~
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digipup Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta-Jean: *After the other students - Ferenc, Vitalis, and Nate - file in, proceeds to type a few more things into her keyboard and then settle back into her chair* *Stretches hand out and make a careless flick with her finger, and the light switch across the room turns itself off, so that the projectior screen can be seen more clearly as it switches to the first slide*

-- "Before we begin, allow me to take a moment to apologize for my inability to speak to you. Truly, I would if I was able, and perhaps someday I will gain it in my power to do so, but as of now I can only do my best with my presence, my actions, and the work of my fingers. Even so, if anyone has any questions, do ask, and I will do my best to answer." --
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TwilightSweetie Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Student Artist
Jinmei: o 0 o~ *she looked at her teacher before looking over to see some familiar faces as she beamed up in a smile and waved at them hopping a but in her seat in excitement before going back to pay attention* ouo~
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digipup Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
-- The slide again switched. "This class is an expressive arts class. It is more than just instructing you on how to put lines on a paper and make them look 'good.' In fact, it is very little of that at all, though various forms of artwork will be introduced. Contrarily, it is a course in being able to express your emotions in a form that will neither harm others - as many students in the academy are capable of doing, given the right provocation - nor yourself. As monsters we may often find it difficult to express our true feelings when we so carefully have to guard our true selves from humans. One's first instinct may be to go feral and tear the nearest living thing limb from limb, but of course, doing so would mean exposing oneself to any passerby." --
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TwilightSweetie Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Student Artist
HI I know this is coming so close to the due line but just a quick rp for the class please? ;u;'' Its just Jinmei has never had any painful moments except for her Master's - a.k.a Sam's grandfather's death who passed away a year before coming to the academy))

Jinmei:
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Drifting-Down Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2013  Student General Artist
This is the first time I looked up her monster sheet. I like it alot. I thought she might be a Dullahan from what I'd read.
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digipup Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Haha, thanks c: I had a lot of fun creating this character.
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xVerdelet Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2013  Student Writer
(( May the Fs rain down upon the phoenix.../shotdead ))

Vitalis:
To say that he was looking forwards to this class would be the equivalent of saying that he enjoyed swimming. In other words, it would be a negative value on the enjoyment scale, if that were even remotely possible. Still, as usual, he's one of the first to arrive. He definitely didn't look the type to arrive early, what with his habit of pulling his hood over his head (since his hat had been completely destroyed by a certain someone) and shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked, giving the general appearance of someone who would much rather be outside, selling illegal products than attending an art class.

Vitalis took his favourite seat in any class, right at the front, nearest to the door, and plopped into his seat. He shoved the materials he had brought with him, a few pieces of paper, a couple of pencils and an eraser, in the drawer under the desk. His posture then changed from 'bored delinquent' to 'sleepy delinquent' as he folded his arms on the table and rested his head behind them, the only thing visible being amber eyes from under a gray hood plus a few stray strands of fiery orange hair. This was the only reason he arrived early. Getting the seat closest to the door so he could be the first out if he wanted to. He waited, not patiently but hardly impatient, for his other classmates to file in.

He blinked in surprise when his roommate, Aristaeus, stepped into class a few minutes later. Huh. They never really discussed what classes they took, hence the surprise. Still, they shared a brief greeting of "Birdbrain", "Asshole", a flipped finger and shared grins before the griffin took his seat two tables behind Vitalis. The duo didn't make conversation, a silent agreement between them that they wouldn't joke around as they usually did during classes.
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digipup Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
(( *Rubs hands together* :iconvanitaslaughplz: ))

Fausta-Jean:
It was not as if Madame Roland was entirely looking forward to a semester with the mentally confused phoenix, either. After the last time she had tipped him off by treating him as a matineance object, she hadn't expected to see him again until, perhaps, the end of his sophomore year.
Perhaps he was one of those rarer types that preferred to get things over with early on.
Even so, it wasn't like she truly cared one way or the other - what happened, happened, and she was simply the audience, not an actor.

These thoughts flitted through her figurative head as sat at her desk, legs crossed, with an open book in hand, as she usually did. As it was evening (the only time she would consent to hold class, partially for her own comfort and partially to drive some students mad at still having one class in the middle of their homework), she was certainly out of glamour form, and somehow read her book without the use of her eyes. She was dressed as she usually was - a fairly fancy white silk shirt, black leather riding pants, and nightly boots. Her coat had been hung over the back of her chair, but her dark gloves remained on her hands always. The classroom was fairly ordinary, save for a full chess set on a table in the corner, and a smirking fully-lit Jack-o-lantern that peered malevolently from the windowsill (the latter of which seemed, to each student, to have its narrow feminine eyes fixed on them always.)

She made no movement to even acknowledge the existence of the phoenix, when he entered, but listened absently to the fairly crass exchange he made with his feathered dormmate. Was that their way of greeting one another? Children these days...
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xVerdelet Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2013  Student Writer
Vitalis:

The phoenix let himself slip off into a state of half-sleep after a few seconds. He didn't give one shit about this class, but he might as well get it over with. He doubted he would do very well, but whatever. Absently, he made a little flame in front of himself, not big enough to cause alarm, but enough for him to focus on it and make it dance in front of him.
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digipup Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta-Jean:
Gradually, the other students - Ferenc, Nate, and Jinmei - filtered into the class, and the headless woman slipped a red ribbon into her book, closed the pages, and stood, rapier jingling at her hip.

(( ... Just as a note [and since you popped up ready to RP really fast O.o] I know what I want to teach, but I'm kind of making the lesson itself up as I go along. If it takes me a couple of days to respond, it's because I'm trying to figure out what to say next and how to say it eloquently :XD: ))
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xVerdelet Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2013  Student Writer
Vitalis:
Vitalis didn't say anything as the other students filed in, though he did not in acknowledgement to Jinmei and Ferenc. The other guy... he had no idea who he was and couldn't care even if he tried. Perhaps he'd actually talk to him some day, but he wasn't interested at the moment.

The flame in front of the phoenix flickered into non-existence as the teacher stood and Vitalis' gaze switched to her. He didn't move to sit upright properly. It was the same as when he took up Demonology. He always looked like the person who was never paying attention but in truth, he heard every single word being said. His body said he was daydreaming, but the way his eyes were clearly focused said otherwise.
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digipup Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta-Jean:
The headless woman rose from her desk, rapier jingling at her hip, and made a motion with her hand - the door closed of its own accord, and she strode swiftly across the room to a table at the back room, where a projector and the light switch resided. One was flipped off, and the other flipped on, and she returned to her seat to let the projector voice what she could not.
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xVerdelet Featured By Owner May 1, 2013  Student Writer
Vitalis:

Vitalis had a brief, five second conversation with himself as the teacher flicked off the lights and their only source of illumination was the projector.
'What the hell am I doing here?'
'Taking a class, duh.'
'Why the hell do I have to take this class?'
'The gods know.'
'Damn, I hate cramped places...'

True, the class wasn't exactly small... but he hated being indoors. They were too... closed off from the outside. The phoenix wasn't afraid of the dark, hell, he loved it most of the time. Still, he couldn't help the slight tightening feeling in his chest as he glanced to the closed classroom door. Absently, he balled his right hand into a fist before relaxing it. He forced himself to take calm breaths, repeating the movement of his hand every few seconds.

'Focus, idiot,' he told himself, looking at the board and forcing himself to pay attention.
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digipup Featured By Owner May 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta-Jean:

She sat at her desk and crossed her legs again, picking up her book. Meanwhile, words flicked across the projector.

-- "Before we begin, allow me to take a moment to apologize for my inability to speak to you. Truly, I would if I was able, and perhaps someday I will gain it in my power to do so, but as of now I can only do my best with my presence, my actions, and the work of my fingers. Even so, if anyone has any questions, do ask, and I will do my best to answer." --
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Racingunicorn653 Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013
if she's a great horserider i love her :D
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digipup Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
She is ;) Thank you!
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soaringmoose Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Brighid opened the door as quietly as she could. She kept her head down in embarrassment as she made her way to a place to sit. It'd been a few days since her sister's death, and it was time to get back on track. She just hoped she hadn't missed too much.
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digipup Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta: The woman was seated with her legs crossed, just in the act of looking at the clock on the wall above and behind her. That is, if 'looking' was even possible for her, as she had no eyes. Or eye sockets, for that matter. In fact, she had absolutely no head at all, but this did not seem to be a hindrance to her as she turned slightly to look at Brighid with a stare that was not there.
Her black coat had been draped over the back of her chair, and a thick cloak hung from a coathook in the corner. Oddly enough, especially for the season, a lit Jack-o-lantern leered from a shelf in one corner, and next to this shelf was a table with a full chess set stood upon it. Other than these decorations, the classroom was fairly ordinary. Brighid was, in fact, not the last to make it to class - rather, she was second to last. Justice had arrived early, and Rhea had taken a seat at another desk, but the last student was as of yet, nowhere to be seen. As Brighid entered, Rhea sent her a soft smile. (( She actually did, too, during my RP with her :P ))

The headless woman settled back into her chair, after giving Brighid the equivalent of a once-over.
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soaringmoose Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
She tried to keep her cool as a pair of shoulders hunched at her disapprovingly. Her friend's smile helped calm her nerves, but she could tell it'd take some extra effort to get a better first impression from the teacher. She pulled out a ink bottle and pad of paper, ready to be caught up.
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digipup Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta-Jean: *After some time, the last student, Wade, makes his way into the class; at this point, gets up to teach, a rapier jingling at her hip as she rises. Rather than talking, however, strides with a brisk, erect walk across the room to a projector, which she flips on before flipping the lights off, and returning to her seat at the desk.*

-- "Before I begin, allow me to pause a moment and apologize for my inability to speak to you. Truly, I would if I was able, and perhaps someday I will gain it in my power to do so, but as of now I can only do my best with my presence and the work of my fingers. Even so, if anyone has any questions, do ask, and I will do my best to answer." --
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soaringmoose Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Brighid: She watched in amazement, gaining respect for a teacher who didn't let speech keep her from doing her job. So, this was the Expressive Arts class, was it? Brighid smiled as a spark of excitement sent her heart ablaze. This would be a class worth taking.
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digipup Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
-- The slide again switched. "This class is an expressive arts class. It is more than just instructing you on how to put lines on a paper and make them look 'good.' In fact, it is very little of that at all, though various forms of artwork will be introduced. Contrarily, it is a course in being able to express your emotions in a form that will neither harm others - as many students in the academy are capable of doing, given the right provocation - nor yourself. As monsters we often may find it difficult to express our true feelings when we so carefully have to guard our true selves from humans. One's first instinct may be to go feral and tear the nearest living thing limb from limb, but of course, doing so would likely mean exposing oneself to any passerby." --
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soaringmoose Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Odd how the timing of this seemed paramount. Brighid had just barely survived the attack of her sister...and after witnessing her death she found herself numb to the world around her. She needed to get back into the groove, and surely she'd been trying, but it was difficult when every other thing reminded her of the terror or the loss she'd just encountered.

This class...might be like therapy. She gave Rhea another glance, the excitement showing in the gleam of her eyes. Those dull grey eyes...finally alive again.
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digipup Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta-Jean: *Also notices the life coming back to Brighid's eyes as she and Rhea exchange looks again; makes a note to self to keep an eye on her*

-- "This class will teach you to channel your feelings, negative and positive alike, into a far safer form: artwork. Artwork is a broad field, and covers many areas - you do not have to choose one to specialize in (not for this class, at any rate). Whatever your heart and your hands favor, that is what you choose to work with on a given day, whether it be paint or sculpture. But, before you can begin, you must learn more about yourself." --

Fausta-Jean: *At this point, gets up from her desk, rapier still jingling away, and takes a thin stack of papers in her hands, which she passes out to each of the four students. It's in a list format, with a differently-colored square every other line and then a large blank space. The squares cover each color of the rainbow plus white and black, until about five white ones at the bottom. There isn't any room left on the paper for instructions, so switches to the next slide.*

-- "This is your first task - simply look at each color and write, in the blank space, whatever you think of when you see it. It can be an object, a feeling, a person, a scene, anything you like, and it may be as short or as long, physical or abstract, simple or complex as you wish to put down. If there are any other colors that you consider important, put them down in the blank boxes at the bottom. When you are finished, place your pencil back on your desk next to your paper." --

(( Meeheehee long post. If you want to write out what Brighid puts down, go ahead. You don't have to though :XD: The colors are in the order of a rainbow: Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, then white and black, and then five blanks. ))
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
Rhea, grinning, pulled her sketchbook out of her bag as she sat in a chair at one of the tables. She looked down lovingly at her other drawings but turned to a brand new fresh page. She loved art...it, along with baking, was one of the few things that gave her joy outside of her job. But she only knew one form of art...she was anxious to learn more!
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digipup Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta: The woman was seated with her legs crossed, elbows on her desk and her fingers interlocked - perhaps her chin would have been resting there, if she had had a chin. Contrarily, she had no chin at all, or any other part of jaw or skull for that matter. Her black coat had been draped over the back of her chair, and a thick cloak hung from a coathook in the corner. Oddly enough, especially for the season, a lit Jack-o-lantern leered from a shelf in one corner, and next to this shelf was a table with a full chess set stood upon it. Other than these decorations, the classroom was fairly ordinary. Rhea was the second to make it to class; Justice had arrived only just before her and was at another desk nearby.

The headless woman did not make any sign that she had acknowledged Rhea's entrance, until her body turned ever so slightly in Rhea's direction, as if she was 'looking' her over.
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
Rhea raised her eyebrow at the headless woman. She wasnt intimidated by the lady...in fact, living in the underworld, she saw odder sights. Assuming she was the instructor, Rhea gave her an encouraging smile and she tapped her pen on the page lightly. This was probably the only class she was ever excited for - Rhea didnt get excited about much. She was still getting used to other feelings than rage and boredom.
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digipup Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta: She offered no verbal greeting, having not been given one, and instead 'looked' away again. Soon, the other two students - Brighid and Wade - filtered in, and she rose from her chair to teach. A rapier jingled at her hip as she did so.

(( ... Don't mind her unfriendliness. She's not exactly a social butterfly. :XD: ))
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
((Neither is Rhea really...just with Brighid and Daniel...She's only happy to be in the class. Dont be surprised if she doesnt say much.))

Rhea sent Brighid a soft smile, happy to have the girl in her class for once. When she saw her teacher stand, she turned her eyes back to the front, attention at full capacity.
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digipup Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta: *And so, begins.* *Is unable to speak, having no voicebox, so instead flips on a projector - to let her slides do the talking.*

-- "Before I begin, allow me to pause a moment and apologize for my inability to speak to you. Truly, I would if I was able, and perhaps someday I will gain it in my power to do so, but as of now I can only do my best with my presence and the work of my fingers. Even so, if anyone has any questions, do ask, and I will do my best to answer." --
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A-New-Note Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2013
Justice: Justice made his way into his art class for the first time shyly. It was his first time meeting his teacher. He had a backpack full of art supplies and he was dressed in a black T-shirt with a white skull on it. Over that he had a plain white dress shirt. A pair of baggy blue jeans covered his canvas sneakers. To hold his hair out of his eyes he had a black, knitted beanie on. He took his seat quietly.
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digipup Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta: The woman was seated at her desk, legs crossed, with open book in gloved hand. Whether she was actually reading it or not was definitely to be questioned, considering her absolute lack of a head, and therefore her lack of eyes. She was dressed elitely, perhaps even overdressed for merely teaching a class, being attired in somewhat tight leather pants, dark riding boots, and an apparently silk white shirt, but this did not seem to be a concern of hers. A black coat with brass buttons hung from the back of the chair she sat in, and a dark cloak on a coathook in the corner.
Oddly enough, especially for the season, a lit Jack-o-lantern leered from a shelf in one corner; next to this shelf was a table with a full chess set stood upon it. Other than these decorations, the classroom was fairly ordinary.
The headless woman appeared to pay no attention to the student, at first, until she leaned back slightly and "looked" up over her shoulder, apparently checking the time on the clock. Justice was early, by a few minutes. She turned back and faced his direction, apparently looking him over.
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A-New-Note Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013
Justice: He looked at the teacher and gave her a greeting head nod. "Morning ma'am." The lack of head had no effect on him. A year at this school had made him used to nearly anything. "So, I am guessing you are my teacher?"
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digipup Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta: She reached out her hand and hit a button on the keyboard next to her; a projector at the back of the room lit up, displaying the screen in front of her. With just one hand, she typed into the keyboard, and her words appeared on the screen. "That is correct. I am Madame Roland, the instructor for this course. And you are?"
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A-New-Note Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013
Justice: "My name is Justice. Pleased to meet you Madame Roland." He gave a bow of his head out of respect. "I have a feeling I am early."
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digipup Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta: "And you. Yes, you are, by a few minutes. Your classmates aren't many, so we should be getting started soon."
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A-New-Note Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2013
Justice: "Can't wait." He let out a large stretch and got comfy in his seat.
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digipup Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Fausta: *Gradually, the other three students in the class - Brighid, Wade, and Rhea - filter in, at which point she stretches her arms out in front of herself and gets up to teach*
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