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Post by Brendan Kovak on Nov 2, 2015 21:58:35 GMT
Brendan never expected a lot from the people he taught, knowing most of them were way too old to understand most of what he taught them, least of all remember it. The problem was when he found someone who might actually be able to do something with the knowledge, to gather more of it, if he wanted to have more of it. Somehow Brendan had the feeling he might want that or might come to want it eventually. He was cleverer than most kids in his situation, a sign that his cognitive abilities were probably better than anyone could predict right now.
“Before you judge what I say, hear me out first. I have a proposition for you, Mr. Blake.” One that would help him a lot more than his other students, but gems like that needed to be helped, if they wanted it. The problem was to explain it to them. “You could leave this class. Or better put, I want you to leave this class. You’re so far ahead of the others, it would not be fair on you to keep you here to sit through lessons you learn within ten minutes that others almost need a day for. Now my proposition to you is, as I am sure you will pass this class easily: You can stop going to it and just take the test, while I will offer private lessons for you to go into deeper detail and learn more.”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Brendan Kovak on Oct 25, 2015 18:38:07 GMT
Dealing with politics – real life politics – was not Brendans strong suit. He didn’t care for them. He cared for people, for the humanity in them, for the mistakes they could learn from in history and it seemed like not a lot of learning was done these days. Nobody seemed to acknowledged the stress everybody had been under, nobody acknowledged the potential for future peace in what they had. He was surprised how easy it was however to get them to agree for him to come to the Grounder village and live there for a while. It might not be what they thought, but one day they would understand the necessity of all of this.
Brendan smiled at the man awaiting him. He had gotten a description of several people of importance in the grounder village and so his assumption was easily proved now that he knew this was Nyko, the healer of the people, a fair man, who would do a lot for others. Brendan admired people of quiet power like Nyko presented himself to be. He would normally hold out his hand to shake it, instead he bowed slightly, wanting to openly portray the proper respect before the healer. After all he had a good reason to hate him and his people, yet he welcomed him and apparently understood his desire to do this.
“I’m Brendan. Thank you for welcoming me. And for agreeing to this as well. I hope you can see why I consider this a great opportunity and very important for both of our people.”
@nyko
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Post by Brendan Kovak on Oct 25, 2015 16:48:52 GMT
Brendan knew of the problems on the Ground, they were fairly obvious as kids risked their lives for them at the moment. He was not the kind of person to be an asset in that field, so he had stayed back, struggling to put a routine to the people remaining in Camp Jaha. He knew, from observing the survivors, that it was more than necessary for every one of them. It had been a struggle with the rather angry leadership right now for him to put up a teaching routine and schedules again, but he had been adamant and all but forced them to accept it.
As of right now, with most kids not there, he had all ranges of ages in the school, struggling to put together a schedule to benefit all of them. For now, for the beginning he knew he needed to utilize the older kids and provide social and psychological support for the kids, while he was still dealing with the aftermath of the crash landing himself. The kids needed it much more than him. To his surprise, as he had one of the toddlers balanced on his hips, an older girl – probably around the age of most the 100 – came in. “Oh thank goodness. You’re sent to school, right? I really need a few older kids around here. Come in, come in. It’s still a bit provisional, naturally, but it’ll be fun.”
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Post by Brendan Kovak on Oct 22, 2015 23:13:19 GMT
While Brendan loved teaching, he always struggled with the assigned classes of cadets. Naturally with the amount of kids there were limits to how many they could teach, logically, but the fact that there simply seemed to be next to no education on factory simply enraged him. There was nothing he could do, otherwise kids of other stations would get no education either. He couldn’t work against the system, even if he tried, but when he had to teach cadets of the guard Earth skills and war history, he was surprised at how little they usually knew. Safe for a few gems in one or two classes. In this class it appeared as if he had found a diamond. He hadn’t expected the tall, youngster to know much, given his mothers status, but it appeared as if Aurora Blake – that was her name according to files – really pulled a lot of weight all alone, obviously having homeschooled her son.
This was why he had intended to stay back this day, a book and a proposition on his table for the young man, who surprised him like that. “Mr. Blake. A word please.” He knew he sounded strict like that, but he always did. This was, even though it was a good thing, a serious matter after all, a serious proposition, something that could give the kid an advantage in the future. He had everything that he needed to get there, to better his position and his mothers at the same time and Brendan was intend on at least suggesting it.
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Post by Brendan Kovak on Oct 10, 2015 16:49:07 GMT
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Post by Brendan Kovak on Oct 6, 2015 21:38:52 GMT
 Brendan Kovak
Earth Skills && Language Teacher
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Post by Brendan Kovak on Oct 6, 2015 20:18:02 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Brendan Kovak
.:Nick Name:. Bren
.:Affiliation:. Arker
.:Age:. 33 years old
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Brendan is a tall and handsome man, though he doesn’t give too much about appearances. He’s mostly seen wearing comfortable patched up clothes, reading a book or going over tests of students. He has bright blue eyes – a rare eye colors these days, due to the limitations of the gene pool that happened on the Ark. He usually doesn’t style his dark hair either, just combs it to the side, sometimes puts a bit of product in it, so the long strands won’t fall in his eyes.
.:Height:. 5"11'
.:Portrayed by:. Colin O’Donoghue
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Brendan is a quiet person. He keeps to himself quite a lot, but he can get loud, if things call for it. He has a deep sense of justice and would defend any innocent any day. Brendan is a firm believer in second chances. Humans make mistakes, but people can also be redeemed. To him preserving culture is more important than preserving a single human life, so he was mostly okay with the floating. As teacher he found his passion, giving children a chance to experience the lost cultures and learn what skills they would need on earth. He might not be trained in fighting, but he’d fight like a lion for what he believes in and for innocents, even if it might cost his life. Brendan is romantic and enjoys company, though it might get too much for him on occasion.
.:Special Skills:. He’s bookworm, full of knowledge. But most importantly he picks up very easily on languages. He’s part of the group of people, who was determined to preserve as many of earths languages as possible. As such he’s fluent in English, German, Gaelic, Spanish and French, semi fluent in Swahili, Latin, Greek, Italian, Finnish and Swedish.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. The Ark – Alpha Station
.:Family:. Giles Kovak [deceased] and Martha Kovak [deceased]
.:Occupation:. Teacher – Earth Skills and Languages
.:History:. He was the son of a scientist (his mother) and a high ranking guard (his father). Normally that meant they should have lived on Factory, though through his mothers research they were assigned a place close to her labs, so Brendan grew up on Alpha Station as one of the privileged. He started learning early. As soon as he could read, he was basically inhaling all the information in them.
His life as an academic was laid out for him from that point on. He took interest in Earth Skills and languages, picked them up easily. So as he finished his formal education, he continued to study more and more languages and became a teacher. Brendan truly enjoys teaching kids of all ages in languages, culture and of course earth skills, skills one generation would one day need. Never did he think he himself would be part of that generation.
Especially not as tragedy struck his own family. His father got sick. It was a simple sickness, something the doctors should have been able to cure easily. He busied himself with earning their rations, working a bit overtime by helping kids who were behind as well, while his mother visited his father frequently. Brendan was always up to date with his fathers’ worsening condition, but it hit him like a punch to the gut when his mother did not return to their apartment one night. He was informed that she too would have to stay with medical, in quarantine now. Both had contracted a multi- resistant virus that the doctors knew no solution to. He could just watch them slowly die. Brendan did not blame anyone. He continued working, moved out of the apartment into a smaller one, so a family could have the bigger one.
His game changer was when the Ark came down. Having been on Mecha at the time, he survived the crash and joined people in Camp Jaha. He took to observing the Grounders, figuring it might come in handy to record and learn their language. As he had no knowledge of other teachers surviving yet, he was alone in starting to set up a school and gathering enough to teach the children again. They had skills to learn.
| ~ • ~ | Member Info | ~ • ~ |
.:Name or Online Alias:. Ash
.:How Did You Find Us:. I’m basically part of the inventory
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