Professor of Literature
Professor VanderLinden appears to be the youngest of the teachers, which suits Mike just fine, as it is easily the oldest of the staff.
In the face it wears as a professor, Mike is a short man, about the same height as Luke, devastatingly handsome, with fair blonde hair cut short enough to contain the curl and a goatee and eyebrows just dark enough to show against warmly-tanned skin. His horns wrap around his head, thick, ridged ram’s horns, and big (they are, however, not as big as Manira, the Sweetest Poison’s). His tail is blue where Jamian’s is grey, lither and smaller all around, and ends with a small point, like a cartoon devil’s tail.
Unless Mike makes the effort, none of its forms are ever heavy; it prefers slender bodies with just enough padding to differentiate gender, and further emphasizes said genders with clothing well-tailored and stylish and appropriate for the era. As Professor VanderLinden, this means trousers, fitted button-down-shirts, and silk ties; he’s easily the kind of teacher students get crushes on.
As a woman, she’s a little bit shorter, just barely breaking five foot, with small but round breasts and a hairstyle she picked up in 1920, the cornsilk hair waved and bobbed short, falling fetchingly over one blue eye.
And golden-and-blue is what Mike prefers, no matter what the rest of its form. Its hair is always blonde, its eyes always cornflower. (Indeed, you can generally pick out Daeva by their coloration and their horns, which rarely, if ever, change. )
She prefers more classic, ageless styles in her female form, dresses with necklines that cover but suggest far more, smooth lines and swishing fabric. She owns over a dozen silk robes for lounging about at home, just as he owns at least that many smoking jackets and pajama pants (he claims he gave Hugh Hefner the idea) for office hours.
(Previous name unknown)
Professor of History
Energetic, vivacious, enthusiastic; students call her class the Valerian Whirlwind, and rightly so. Laurel Valerian, with her Mask up, is a vibrant and intense woman in the beginning of middle-age. Her hair is medium brown, long and wild, often forced or masked into some semblance of order. She is shortis, willowy, with small B-cup breasts and hips that are more boyish than shapely.
At work, she dresses in a business casual that manages to evoke Depression-Era America, her accessories splashes of frivolity across the plain canvas of her skirt suits. Her necklaces and bracelets, like her hair sticks, are a tour of the world and history. Her clothes tend towards earth tones and the occasional blue and green; her jewelry is brighter, but often still stays in the same range of colours.
Her skin is brown; her eyes are vibrant green. Sometimes there seems to be green in her hair as well. Her face shape is very similar to this woman, with a chin closer to this woman's
She teaches Kaana and Huamu because these are easily her best Words; indeed, she has a very strong connection with all things plantlike and, along with Valentina, keeps up the gardens and orchards in and around the school. Looking at her with her Mask off, you would easily understand why – although not even the fathers of her children have seen her un-Masked in quite some time.
If some claim to have seen her melding into the giant bay laurel in the field outside the Village, one can only assume they’re lying.