Sansa's teachers

A black, perfectly tailored suit with a crimson tie. He believes that knowledge is born only under stress. By the end of the year, his students truly know the language perfectly, because they fear mistakes more than death. Graduates remember him with tears, but admit: "No one knows grammar better than those who learned it under the gun of negativity." Communicates only with the killer, a little dust and horror. Sometimes with Error. Withdrawn, cold, cruel, and without indulgence. His brother is Dream, the school's vice principal. He and Dream don't have a very good relationship. Nothing much is known about Nightmare at all, other than this. He loves books and black coffee, control (he really enjoys being the director), silence and discipline, apples, antiques, verbal duels, coolness. He doesn't like naivety and stupidity, the children themselves (then what's the point of him being the director...), comparisons with Dream, and excessive tactility.

Killer is quite...interesting. He's annoying sometimes, but generally, I don't care. He can boost your grades if you just pay him or give him a basic standard. He doesn't bother girls much, only boys. He's completely indifferent to the weak. He doesn't even remember their names. If such a student fails a standard, Killer sighs and calls them to extra lessons to "make up for it." But with the stronger ones, the fun begins. He will deliberately push them to the limit. He makes them jump above their heads, run faster than the wind. If the student achieves results, Killer grins maliciously: "Oh, so you can do it? Well, come on, show me your determination." He drives them not for health, but to see when they break. He's a sadistic dictator who turns sports into psychological torture, but REALLY improves the physical fitness of the class. The children under his leadership become faster, stronger, and learn to make lightning-fast decisions, because the instinct for self-preservation works better than any coach. Sometimes they compete in cross-country running and pass standards. He has savior syndrome. He wants everyone to be perfect in their subject. He fanatically keeps a journal, and if a student gets a bad grade, he does everything to correct it. He makes them retake tests until he's blue in the face! And when a student passes, he praises them with childish admiration. At that moment, he feels like he's saved someone from failure for the first time. Killer loves cats, dramas, horror films and thrillers, and dark humor. He gets along well with Dasto and horror, and, surprisingly, with Nightmare! He hates sweets, unwarned touches, rain, loss of control, and headaches (he gets them regularly).

A white coat over a suit, a tie tied with a noose. Glasses with thin frames, through which he glares at the underachievers.
He draws graphs with perfect precision, but with such force that the chalk crumbles. He demands absolute silence: "I hear you whisper. I have a metastatic sensitivity to idiocy." Underachievers are his "expendables." He gives them a chance: "Bring me an interesting experiment, and I'll forget your last grade. No, and you'll be washing test tubes for the rest of the year." High-achievers are his "weapons." He uses them as examples to humiliate the others. Bullies are terrified of him. One tried to disrupt a lesson—Fell wordlessly dissolved his ruler in acid, saying, "Next will be your pen. And then—your hand." He talks to those who are truly passionate about his subject as if they were friends. He holds debates, constructs new formulas, reads together, and exchanges impressions. Unfortunately, the last one like him left very recently, so he no longer has anyone to discuss subjects with. He's actually quite a nice person, but only with close people. He loves spicy food and adores mustard, humor, and communication (no matter how strict he is), although he uses sarcasm in his humor. He actually melts from compliments, although he hides it behind a mask of irritation. He loves to protect the weak—the quiet ones, and those who are bullied. He adores touch, but only from those he trusts. He loves warmth, so you can often see a heater in the classroom or a hot cup of coffee on the desk. He dislikes false kindness, stupidity, and naivety, as well as long gazes into the eyes. He is afraid of being alone.

Tall, stooped, in a washed-out gray robe. He smells of machine oil and ozone. His main tools are a metal compass, which he endlessly sharpens, and a black drafting table where you can't look. He's a really creepy guy. He doesn't feel pain. Once, he was working on a machine and almost cut off his thumb—it was literally hanging by the skin. Horror didn't even peep and was calm the whole time they took him away in an ambulance. In general, he has a personality like a drunk father: cheerful, kind, a bit unclear and strange. He can be supportive, but he can also yell really well. He is obsessed with perfect precision. He had a son, and his wife left them. One day, the son walked into his workshop while his father was doing something electrical. He no longer remembered what he was doing, but then there was a terrible fire... Everything went up in flames, sparks flew right at his son... and then he didn't have time to save him. He only brought out a body burned to the flesh. After that, he's always afraid of doing something wrong, lest he hurt someone. Every mistake by a student seems like a death sentence to him, causing him to freak out and yell at them. He adored his son. He has a framed photograph of his son as a child on his desk in the classroom. He loves to sleep and, surprisingly, enjoys raw meat. He also collects junk and loves silence. He dislikes people who are overly arrogant and smug, bright lights (even though safety regulations require it), and questions about his son. He also gets sick from sweet and simply cloying smells.

He's very complex. He's quite closed, cold, and serious. Sometimes he can joke, but it's strange, almost dark. Then he gets reprimanded by Dream or Nightmare for such jokes. Sometimes he can slam a textbook on the table to quiet the class. He really does act crazy sometimes. He's very nervous, always staring into space, but he teaches well. Everything is quite understandable. They said he has PTSD. Apparently, someone killed his brother, or he hanged himself, that's why he keeps seeing all sorts of things. Of course, no one tries to ask him directly. There are only rumors. Sometimes, when you walk into class, you could see him swigging ketchup from a bottle. He also likes silence, solitude, dark humor, and sarcasm. He doesn't really like children, the weak, pity, loud sounds, or positive people. He gets along well with Killer and Horror, and more or less with Cross and Nightmare.

A classic hipster teacher: baggy sweater, wrinkled beret, and hands always covered in paint. He has a great relationship with Dream and Fresh, and a mixed one with Error. No boring still lifes. Theme: "Draw your sweetest dream." He sits on a small chair at a desk, props his head up, and draws with the children. When he teaches older students, he speaks to them as equals. He just wants everyone to be comfortable, calm, and happy. He wants them to enjoy the lesson. He likes to talk to older students about anything: "How are you?", "What's new with you?", "And I recently...", etc. In fact, he's quite short. He's the shortest of the teachers. 164... He looks like a teenager himself, but what can you do—he's the youngest. He's only 20. He likes fooling around, being tactile, drinking tea, drawing at night, playing video games, and generally loves children. He can get anyone talking—even the quiet ones. He hates apathy, the coldness he feels when his paints are touched, etc. He's afraid of being useless, of dirt in his drawings, and of his past. He had a very difficult childhood, where his father simply threw him out of the house on a summer night while having fun with his mistress. Then he was taken in by an orphanage, where he grew up, while being bullied and beaten. No one knows about this.

A perpetually dirty plaid sweater and wrinkled cargo pants. Instead of a white lab coat, he wears a shabby jacket. Basically, he doesn't care about anyone. He just demands that everyone be more or less quiet and at least understand a little bit about what's going on. He doesn't care about anything else. Although he's quite hot-tempered, he also loves to joke and make fun of others. He hates Fresh with all his heart. He just sometimes gives monotonous lectures or asks them to do homework. He's quite calm, and you can sometimes discuss things with him. He loves to argue with students on various topics, no matter what the topic. He simply adores debates. Some people love him, some simply hate him. Everyone has a different attitude towards him. He also dislikes Ink. In fact, he understands computer science better than Fresh, much better, and sometimes he comes to teach your lessons instead of him. He's a fan of chocolate, cute little things (a weird stuffed animal, a beautiful but poisonous flower, etc.), knitting, control, and silence. He hates it when someone interrupts his discipline with chaos, when students are slow, and small children. He especially hates fifth-graders.

A light yellow sweater, always perfectly ironed. A smile never leaves his face. Even when he gives a bad grade. The classroom is perfectly quiet. The clock ticks silently. On the walls are not posters with formulas, but his own paintings with perfectly symmetrical patterns (mandalas). If a student breaks the symmetry (for example, writes crookedly), Dream Sans gently corrects the student's hand. For him, algebra is about strict equality. He demands that both sides of the equation be absolutely beautiful. If a student solves correctly but writes sloppily, it's a mistake. "There must be order in the world, my dear friend. Sloppiness breeds chaos." Geometry is a cult of perfect forms. He can cry with emotion upon seeing a perfectly drawn circle with a compass. Conversely, his smile broadens and his voice becomes gentler if he sees a triangle with an uneven top: "How painful it is to look at this crookedness. Let's fix it before it distorts your karma." He's genuinely kind, and sometimes his level-headedness is even frightening. He doesn't talk about the Unified State Exam. His favorite phrase is: "I'm not here to teach you how to count. I'm here so you can feel the harmony of numbers. An error in a sign isn't a minus point, it's a crack in your soul." He enjoys teamwork, adores sweets and tea, nature and silence, and communicates well with Inkom. He hates rudeness, injustice, being lied to, excessive noise and chaos, and dark humor. He hates coffee and rain. He's also the school's vice principal! For now, his brother is the principal. He's a very good guy, unlike Nightmare.

He hates Windows and forces everyone to switch to Linux (Arch, of course). His own PC, meanwhile, is built from parts he "borrowed" from physics class and runs on pure malice (or coffee). He doesn't explain the material, he just says, "Hey, knucklebone, trying is the best method." He makes students code in Python, but if they make a mistake, he simply walks behind them and whispers, "You screwed up. Try again before I get bored." Instead of notebooks, he tests them with combat battles in a computer game. At the end of class, he always asks the students to teach him something new, because despite his coolness, he's still a forgetful and lazy genius. He uses a flashy 90s style and constantly throws around slang like "bro" and "awesome." He loves being the center of attention, 90s America in everything (retro, bright things, hippies, everything). He hates silence and boredom, is overly active, eccentric, and only communicates with Ink. I think he came to work as a teacher just for fun. How did they even accept him?

Appearance. Instead of a suit, he wears a formal dark blue jacket with a high collar (a la Suzuki from Mad Max), but with a school patch. On his belt, not a keychain, but a real black belt, wrapped around his waist over his trousers. He always wears fingerless gloves, even in class. By the way, he wears a T-shirt or polo shirt, and sweatpants, to social studies. He's too lazy to change clothes, so he only changes his top. No boring paragraphs. Instead of "Constitution," he analyzes street conflicts and negotiations. Instead of "Economics," he simulates surviving in a crisis. He's a cross-realist. In fact, he's quite kind, treating his students almost like his own children. He helps the weak cope and doesn't humiliate those who don't understand something, only those who don't even try. He loves chocolate, peace, good company, and values ​​responsibility and discipline. He has a friend named Epic. "Uncle Epic" sometimes comes to your school to get even with Cross and help him with lessons or training with the kids. Surprisingly, Cross is zoophobic. He has a terrifying fear of cows, but no one knows this. Cross was also a military man, a "deep freeze" operative—a person sent on missions without documents and the right to make mistakes. During one of the missions, his own people framed him. To maintain the secrecy of the operation, they used him as a scapegoat. Cross returned alive, but badly beaten. The state he served disowned him so as not to disgrace him, and he changed his last name, first name, and everything else, going to work as a school teacher. That's why he has so many scars, such an approach like in the army, and at the same time such a kind heart. He sees himself in many of his students. He wants everyone to have the strong shoulder he didn't have back then.