I have an INTP father-like figure. He is probably the person I most admire, because he is very wise, insightful, and understanding - and selfless in ways that are beyond me (because his Fe is probably VERY developed at age 65, and he is as giving as I would be if I were as financially stable as he is. Fucking Yalie). Genius, but humble. Drives a BMW motorcycle and a convertible Chrysler because he's so badass (also because he's living off his pension).
He was a Baby Boomer - grew up in the 60s in Georgia, played pranks on his roommates at Yale - had one of them smoke oregano and tricked him into thinking he was smoking weed; nerd-ed with his friends, had his share of failures and successes, and is now a happy, thrice-divorced old geezer. A lot of his anecdotal stories in class began with: "I remember Wife #3 used to lock the doors..."
He's a biology teacher, and he's not a teacher because he is intellectually limited or never went far enough; he's a teacher because he loves it. He relays information with inspiration, and unfortunately, not many youngins appreciate or even notice that kind of lecture. None of the teachers instruct the way he does at that school. He instills proliferation of thought, for those who bother to bear them. He is amused by ingenuity and vibrant character, and he profoundly appreciates the unknown. He's passionately curious, and admires other students who are, as well.
Bureaucracies are the bane of his existence. Vonnegut was one of his heroes. He poisons his lungs on a daily basis - and I quoted KV on him once - "a fire on one end and a fool at the other." His ability to reason often yields apparent incompetence when it comes to traditional teaching. This, along with his kindness, are one of his "weaknesses", although they don't get in the way of his life at all. He enjoys TEACHING and seeing kids REACT enthusiastically to what he says - which is how we began to bond, and I saw in him the kind of person I would like to be one day. He seems very happy and satisfied with where life has taken him - and he's still just like a kid!
He's a huge fan of science, and quite the nerd. Many of our conversations are transcendental existentialist dialogues wherein I inhale his wisdom and filter it to better my living conditions. We also joke about our decaying memories and the stupidity of the human people. I love his sense of humor; pretty quick-witted, sarcastic, exaggerating. He customarily serves coffee in his classroom because, "You kids are like zombies. Reminds me of my 7AM German course at Yale. I could barely speak ENGLISH in the morning, let alone German. So WAKE UP! HAVE SOME COFFEE!" (However, the administration decided it was illegal and not in the students' best interest to have caffeine in the morning, so they impeded him from further offering this service. Douchebags.)
He has (non-metastasized) cancer because of his RIDICULOUS SMOKING HABIT, THAT OLD BASTARD. But the point is, if I had a father, this is more or less the kind of relationship I'd idealize.