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Name: Syndel Mochrie
Age: 21
Bio: A young teacher, Syndel tries to help all of her students. She had just graduated so she was a new teacher that could relate to her students a little more. After teaching for a while she noticed a few students were in trouble with their studies. One student in particular got Ms. Mochrie's attention and she wants to help him as much as she can. He's unique compared to the others. He has the potential, he just needs a little encouragement. She hopes that she can bring him to his.
Personality: Sweet, kind, understanding, sometimes stern, and a bit naive.
Other: She lives on her own in an apartment. She also has a thing for white tigers.
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Ms. Mochrie looked up from her grading and took the note casually. "You may. Please see me after school though," She replied kindly. The teacher noticed his shaking hand but didn't say anything as she stood to address the class. "Alright class, if you would take out your textbooks and turn to the section on Poetry," She told the class and the lecture bagan.

The teacher frowned and thought innocently that something must be wrong. But it was not her place to ask just yet. She did worry though. He was one of her brightest students and then he just started falling. Going on with her lecture Ms. Mochrie looked at the clock. It was almost time to go. "Alright class, that concludes the time we have, please turn in your notes to my desk. Homework will be a sonnet," She told them and the bell rang. Her chocolate colored eyes looked at Fang as he left before she went back to looking at the notes her students took.

Ms. Mochrie was just walking out of her classroom to stretch her legs when she saw Fang. "Fang," She called to him kindly. She was not one to usually stay just for her classes but she had time on her hands besides going home to her apartment. "Please come in," She told him politely still. Taking in his posture without it being obvious. Ones posture could give away emotion she thought. Waiting for his reply.

Ms. Mochrie frowned a little at his behavior. Shaking her head, she stood a few feet from him. "I wanted to ask if you were alright," She answered in a gentle voice, "Your grades have been slipping I've noticed. If there is anything I could do to help, you can just come and talk to or ask me." Ms. Mochrie was concerned for Fang. His attitude seemed to have changed. Sometimes it's a blessed cursed noticing minor details. She waited for his answer.

Ms. Mochrie jumped slightly in surprise when the student wailed. Her expression then became worried when he started crying. Stepping forward, she rested a hand on his shoulder and stood beside him. "What happened, Fang?" She inquired gently, soothingly.

Ms. Mochrie frowned sadly and stroked his hair comfortingly at the news. "That's aweful. I'm sorry," She said sympathetically. The teacher could relate. She had lost her sister to a drunk driver one night. She couldn't imagine losing parents though. Her kind and caring expression never left her as she comforted her student. "I know what it's like...to lose someone you care for," She told him softly. "It's alright to cry, you're upset. But you know, they wouldn't want you to be sad forever." She hugged him kindly before she knew what she was doing. It was just how she was.