Post by ``saito akira on Jul 21, 2009 12:35:34 GMT
s a i t o - a k i r a
b a s i c i n f o r m a t i o n
Family Name: Saito
Other Names: Akira, nicknamed Aki-chan by his sisters.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Year and Class: Second Year, Class B
Occupation: None
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Celebrity Claim
Kohara Kazamasa "Shou"
Hair
It changes as often as the wind, from bright blonde to darkest brown, varying in styles and cuts as well, though it is always styled in a "visual kei" way. Lately, though, he has been sticking to lighter colours.
Eyes
Naturally dark brown, though he has a habit of confusing people by wearing coloured contact lenses -- usually two different colours.
Body
Small and slim, Akira had always been mistaken for a girl when he was younger. He stands at around 5'10", so is not exactly short, but has quite feminine features, (minus the curved obviously!).
Usual Clothing
Akira is a fond lover of creating his own clothing from scraps of old material and bits and pieces of clothing found in old shops and backs of cupboards at home. His style is nothing short of visual kei, and although he really only dresses like this because it's fun, he does have to admit that the looks on some people's faces seeing him is well worth all the late-nights to make the outfits.
Distinguishing Features
Undoubtedly his dress sense and strange coloured eyes (contacts). He also has the left side of his lower lip pierced, as well as two piercings in his left ear.
h i s t o r y
Mother
Seito Shiori, aged 43, owner of a small kimono and materials shop in a small backstreet of Nagai. Not many customers come by, though Shiori's shops is one of the best in the town due to Shiori's perseverance. She is quite an old-fashioned woman, quite strict on principles, however, this is most likely because of being left as head of the household after the death of her husband.
Father
Seito Ryuu, deceased. Ryuu died of cancer when Akira was aged 3. Akira doesn't remember much about him, but he is told that Ryuu was a very friendly and welcoming person, with a bright sense of humour and a loving personality.
Siblings
Aimi and Akemi, twins aged 23. Both like their mother, the twins are quite uptight and have little sense of humour. However, they both love their little brother Akira, and are always there for him when he needs them. Whilst Aimi works in her mother's shop, Akemi is a small-time
Kaoru, aged 21. Kaoru is much more like her father and Akira. Like them, she has a bright and cheery disposition and always has a smile on her face. She is currently in medical school.
Short Biography
There isn't a lot to say about Akira, really. He grew up in Nagai, his family having lived there for generations. Before he was born, his parents ran their small kimono and materials shop in relative peace. However, two years after Akira was born, Saito Ryuu, Akira's father, contracted lung cancer. In all fairness, the family had known it wouldn't be far off from the doctor's prognosis, as Ryuu had been an avid smoker since his early teens. A year later, and Ryuu had passed on, leaving his widow Shiori to run the shop by herself and also take care of her four children. It was a hard living, and sometimes the family only just scraped by. However, as soon as each child was old enough, they helped out as much as possible in the shop.
The Saito household was definitely a very feminine one, what with four out of five of its members being female. Sometimes in his youth, Akira resented being the only boy in the house, and in those times he would visit his father's grave for guidance. Eventually though, Akira came to accept that this was just his way in life. He had never been interested in his mother's shop, though he had always lent a hand as much as possible -- usually only to avoid a scolding. However, when he was fourteen, he found his older sister Kaoru sitting alone in her room cutting up an old kimono. Strewn around her were other bits and pieces of clothing that had been unstitched or sewn together. Confused, Akira asked her what she was doing. "Making new clothes, of course!" she had replied with vigour, and gone on to explain that a lot of her friends had decided to do a competition to see who could make the best outfit out of clothes they already owned. Kaoru had had no doubt that most of them were just going to put together a skirt and a shirt, but that she wanted to go one further and actually make the outfit.
So Akira sat down and helped her. And, to his ever-increasing befuddlement, Akira enjoyed the task. It was true that he didn't like the girly ensemble that his sister put together, but afterwards, he went back to his room, having taken a small sewing kit from his mother's shop, and began to try the process out himself. The results were, at first, not particularly decent, but over the next few months, Akira practiced and practiced, until he came out with the style of clothing he wears today.
Personality
Akira's personality is the absolute opposite to his mother's. Whereas she is quite strict and stern, Akira still has the carefree heart of a child. He loves nothing but to have fun and make people laugh. Akira can be a bit of a trickster, as he enjoys playing small tricks on people every now and then. However, he can also be serious, though generally only when the situation absolutely calls for it.
Akira enjoys messing around and having fun, whether that be by playing a quick game of football or running around like a lunatic. He has barrel-loads of energy, and has the tendency to make a complete idiot out of himself. However, he always comes out smiling in the end. Akira's slightly crazy personality can be quite a nuisance to some people, so he tries his best to always be respectful of others. However, that doesn't stop him being a little pain in the neck on purpose for the odd occasion!
s a m p l e r o l e p l a y
The cafeteria was pretty much empty when Akira finally reached it. The large room was usually full of people, so it was a bit of a surprise to see it so desolate, especially at lunch time. However, looking at his watch, Akira noticed that he was nearly five minutes early for lunch. Huh? I thought I heard the bell ringing... Akira thought as he walked into the empty room, feet making solitary clunks in the peace and quiet. Blinking in confusion, Akira leaned in through the doorway, eyes dashing from side to side as he tried to see where he had gone wrong. Eyes which were, as had come to be expected of Saito Akira, not particularly natural in colour. For reasons unknown even to himself, Akira liked to use various coloured contact lenses, and today those lenses were blue in the left eye, and green in the right eye. He had gotten the idea from playing Final Fantasy X on his PlayStation the night before, though whether he had gotten the right colour in the right eye, he wasn't all that sure. But he didn't really care. Already he had received a few weirded-out stares from his fellow classmates, and he had to smile every time, wondering when they would stop being perplexed by his less-than-customary appearance.
Taking a careful step into the cafeteria, Akira kept his eyes open, but raised his watch to his ear as he was doing so. He shook his wrist a few times, but nope, the watch still ticked gently away. So how had Akira managed to be this early for lunch? Well, he had admittedly not attended his last class, but who could blame him? It was maths, and that was his worst subject by far. Not that he was particularly good in any of the other classes either, but maths was certainly the bane of his academic life. Akira had never been particularly academic. Sure, he was smart enough to pass his classes and not come too near the bottom, but he still had a long way to go compared to others.
With a deep sigh, Akira walked confidently over to the counter. It felt strange being one of the first ones here; he was usually quite slow when it came to getting in line for food. However, just as he began to smell the rich flavours of the canteen penetrate his nostrils, Akira's stomach let out a low growl. Embarrassed even though there weren't many people around, Akira's face went lightly red. He had always had a terrible problem with blushing -- perhaps that was why people had always mistaken him for a girl when he was younger. Actually, thinking about it, people still sometimes mistook Akira for a girl, though nowadays he didn't really care. Living in an all-female (minus one!) household had made him quite immune to any rigorous borders of gender.
"Aww, Akira-chan, you sound hungry!" The obaa-san behind the counter said in a soft tone, picking up a plate and server, quickly pointing out some foods, "Here, have this dish; Sakura made it especially this morning, and she assures me that it's very filling!" With a smile, Akira nodded in agreement.
"Arigato! I was in a hurry this morning so I missed breakfast." Scratching the side of his neck, Akira's blush deepened slightly as the lady tutted him, going on to explain how breakfast was the most important meal of the day and shouldn't be missed under any circumstances. "Gomennasai! I'll be sure not to miss breakfast again." Still smiling sheepishly, Akira took the very full plate offered to him, and went to pay for his lunch. He picked up a carton on the way, then went to sit down at a table.
Akira sighed. It was quite lonely sitting in this cafeteria when there were so few people here. Normally he would go at sit on a table that already had people on it due to there never being any empty ones. Though of course he loved sitting with others as it meant there were more people to talk to. Lunch is never supposed to be eaten alone, he thought, picking up his chopsticks and digging into his food, a childishly upset look on his face.
