Post by Akira Katsu Saito on Apr 10, 2011 16:50:55 GMT -5
AKIRA KATSU SAITO
Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
[/color]Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
I used to be a damsel in distress[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Name[/color]: Akira Katsu Saito
Nickname[/color]: Aki (most common) Kat, Sai (less common)
Age[/color]: 21
Grade[/color]: Third Year
Gender[/color]: Male
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Bisexual
Face Claim[/color]: Sebastian Michaelis - Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress
[/color]You wore a dark gray t-shirt[/font][/color]
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess[/color] [/center]
Height:[/color] 5'11"
Weight:[/color] 150 lbs
Eyes:[/color] Red
Hair:[/color] Dark brown, appears black.
Scars/Tattoos/Other Markings:[/color] None
Summary:[/color]
Five foot eleven inches tall, Akira is about the average for a twenty year old. His dark brown hair falls past his ears, completely straight, and it appears to be black most of the time. Layered and cut so that it frames his face, his bangs sometimes fall in his eyes. Almond shaped, deep red eyes act as a window to the soul and usually show whatever emotion he is feeling the strongest. His nose is a normal size for the shape and size of his face and comes to a slight point at the tip. His mouth is thin and is set in either a small smile or a small frown. His ears are average, rounded, and poke out from his hair ever so slightly.
He has somewhat pale skin, clear though he does break out a little bit from time to time. He has a lean build, strong and muscular though he doesn't really look it. He is ambidexterous, able to use both hands equally well for just about everything.
Though his hands are of average size, his fingers are long and thin. He doesn't really need glasses or anything but he does wear them when he reads.
Normally, his attire consists of mostly black. Loose black pants. A black hoodie. Black converse. The only real color that he wears is his tie and dress shirt, both of which can vary in color from day to day, though the shirt tends to be white most of the time. When it's not white, it's a light shade and his tie is always the darker shade of whatever color shirt he wears.
Now and then, usually for special occasions, he can be found in a black suit of some sort with polished black dress shoes. The dress shirt he wears with it is either white or some light shade of whatever color he feels like wearing. The tie tends to be black with a white shirt or the darker shade of whatever colored shirt he happens to be wearing.
In the way of jewelry, he wears none that aren't attached to his clothes save for his silver pocket watch with a chain. His fingernails are painted black against his parents better wishes.
He carries a black messenger bag with him, storing any items he may need within it. In it can be found his school things as well as certain little gadgets like his phone and IPod. He keeps a few snacks in it as well, along with a can of soda or two. While his IPod is usually inside of the bag, his black headphones are often around his neck or covering his ears.
You've got a smile that takes me to another planet
[/color]Every move you make, everything you say is right[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Likes:[/color]
» Music (rock)
» Reading (mostly science fiction)
» Sports (namely soccer)
» Green & Black (the colors)
» Pizza (extra cheeze)
» Quite Places (to think)
Dislikes: [/color]
» Music (rap)
» Business (the subject/major)
» Pink (the color)
» Sea Urchins (yuck)
» Cheaters (of any kind)
» Jerks (male or female)
Strengths:[/color]
» Art
» Music
» Intelligent
Weaknesses:[/color]
» Bored Easily
» History
» Cats
Personality:[/color]
Akira is calm and playful. He avoids violence whenever possible and he generally takes responsibility for his actions. He likes to relax and have fun and genuinely wishes to make some friends. He doesn't like leashes (being tied down) and he proves that on a regular basis by running off to mess around. He doesn't like cheaters and loud noises spook him when he's not expecting them. He has a soft spot for cats and a bit of a weakness for people that he thinks of as cute. Most of the time, he's respectful towards other even though his playfulness sometimes gets the best of him. It's easy for him to control himself and keep a level head. He is somewhat reserved in public places and doesn't really like to stand out. When in the presence of strangers, he's friendly if he finds them appealing and quiet if he doesn't.
Being as playful has he usually is, he often makes conversation with people that he finds interesting in some way. He puts on a friendly face and he acts as nice as he can until the other person gives him a good reason not to. That being said, he's quite easy to get along with. If you're looking for a friend who can keep a secret and doesn't care about what 'clique' you belong to, he's a good choice. He'll do all he can to keep from having to stab you in the back and he's not the type to hold something against you for too long. Be warned though, with playfulness comes some level of immaturity. Just thought you should know.
There isn't much else to be said. His playfulness tends to lead him into situations of a sexual nature, though it doesn't usually end in the way you might think. Sex is just a pleasure to him, one that he doesn't partake in very often, and the rest of the time things end up dying down in some way or another. Still, he has had a lover or two over the course of his life and there are bound to be one or two more down the road unless he finds himself attached to someone. He's not the type to run around or cheat on someone, whether he cares about them deeply or not.
SCHOOL ID:[/color]
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2] Kingdom University [atrb=style, background: #C0c0c0; width: 360px; border: 1px solid #000000, bTable] | |
 | Name: Akira Katsu Saito Age: 21 Grade Level: 3rd Year Residence: Crescentwood Subdivision |
All that I can say is that it's getting so much clearer
[/color]Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Mother:[/color] Yuki Tohru Saito
Father:[/color] Akira Katsu Saito
Siblings:[/color] None
History: [/color]
My father was a Business Executive born in Kobe who came to Tokyo in order to advance his career. He ended up in a penthouse. He didn't spend much of his time at home, spending only a few hours there each night in order to sleep. He worked long hours at Kross Corps., the business he had brought with him from Kobe. They did all sorts of things there, but the more well know workings of the company were Real Estate and Development.
My mother was a home Designer and Decorator born in Yokohama. She moved to Tokyo to work within Kross Corps. to further her career as a designer and decorator. Unlike my father, my mother rented a very upscale apartment, something she was barely able to afford. Her apartment was always spotless and it was decorated to 'perfection'.
One day, my mother was handing in a new design and my father happened to be there. That's when they talked for the first time. After that, she moved in with him and they got married. And they wanted a family. Well. He wanted a son to take over his company when he was gone. She wanted someone that she could dress up in nice clothes and show of to the rich people at my father's parties.
Because the Penthouse wouldn't be a good place to raise a child, they found somewhere new to live. They moved to Radiant Garden.
A three-story house with a two-car garage and 5 bedroom suites. It was well over 5000 square feet and most of the place would probably never be used. The master suite itself included a bedroom, bathroom, huge closet, and a large extra area that they turned into a nursery. That may not sound like much, but it took up just about all of the second story. The lot was humongous and was gated. There was an in-ground pool and a full finished basement.
No two people should be allowed that much free space. It was ridiculous.
And so, I was born. Being born the first son meant that I was named after my father. Akira Katsu Saito the Second. Of course, I always leave off 'the Second' when asked for my name unless my parents are around. You would think a kid would enjoy being so rich with such a big house and a giant pool in the backyard but sometimes it get to be too much.
My father was only around at night and on the weekends and when he was there everything was just fine. He'd even play games with me and help me with my school work, which you normally wouldn't peg a rich father to do. Usually it'd be the mother doing all of that. But it was my dad. I loved it when he was at home because it was so much fun. And I hated it when he had to go back to work for the week.
My mother was no where near as awesome as my father. She was overbearing and a complete perfectionist. I was never allowed out in the yard unless it was with my father. Because I might get a speck of dirt on my clothes. If I didn't keep my room spotless, she'd throw out anything that was out of place. Even the stuffed bear they had bought when I was born. "Toys don't belong on the bed, they belong in the chest!"
I lost a lot of toys over the years. Until I was old enough to actually understand why they were being thrown away.
At six years old I was being taught how to play the piano. That was fine though, since my father helped me out when he got the chance.
When I hit eight is when I started acting out. I loved showing just how little I cared about being perfect. I would skip school just to see the look on my mothers face when a truancy officer brought me home in the middle of one of her get-together's. Boy did she hate it when her friends saw that I was imperfect.
I was twelve when I went and got my ears pierced. Both of them. My mother really hated that. And the black boots that I wear with everything, well, she'd get rid of them if she could. The problem? I was twelve and I knew how to lock my bedroom door. A nice solid padlock goes a long way for keeping someone out.
When I was fifteen I had a sit down with my dad that ended with me promising to act more like a man and less like a child. As much as I liked to get on my mother's nerves I didn't like it when my dad looked at me with disappointment. So I straightened up my act and behaved myself.
And once I was acting more like the son she always wished I was, I was allowed to go outside without having to sneak out. Not only that, but I didn't have to worry about my stuff so much. I kept my room locked still but I don't think she would have thrown anything away even if she'd gotten inside.
I started to dress more like she wanted as well, if only to be told by my father that I wasa great son.
When I hit eighteen, my father got me a flat and I was sighned up to begin classes at Kingdom University as soon as I graduated high school. Living in a flat was way better than a dorm room, or that was I figured at least.
I'm not really fond of the Major I'm forced to go through but I deal with it. It's part of being the air to a business, you're expected to take it over one day whether you like it or not. And I was expected to do just that.
I'm twenty-one now. A third year. Still taking Business classes. Still living on my own. Who knows what's waiting for me as the year begins.
Time slows down whenever you're around
[/color]I can feel my heart, it's beating in my chest[/font][/color]
Did you feel it?[/color] [/center]
Your Name:[/color] Gia
How Did You Find Us?[/color] Jade/Final Distance
Play Any Other Characters?[/color] Not Yet
Contact Info:[/color] PM, MSN
RP SAMPLE:[/color]
It was a good way to come back at him, he'd admit. Not the greatest way but it worked well in this situation. For her at least. He wasn't sure it would have sounded quite as good coming from just anyone. Of course, he wouldn't have pulled this little stunt with just anyone so not many people would have had this opportunity. And he doubted he'd pull this same little stunt again. It wouldn't be as much fun a second time.
He lifted his chin from his palms just a bit, "Woof."
He stilled his tail as the water go higher in the tub. It was getting a little heavy now that the fur was soaking up the liquid. Plus he didn't want to splash too much. As fun as this situation was, he didn't want to get the floor wet. He wasn't sure she'd be able to scold him if he did but he also didn't care to find out. He didn't like to make a mess anyway. Although, it might have been fun to see how she'd react.
Normal people would have been yelling and throwing things, he was sure. She wasn't. So either she wasn't normal or she didn't really mind that he was sitting in her tub. Or it could have been both. He wasn't really sure.
Either way, she seemed a tad bothered by something. Along with the embarrassment and such from before. He didn't remember the charcoal until she pointed out getting him dirty. "Oh?" He dropped one arm to lay across the edge of the tub in front of him. "Then I'm still waiting for my bath~"
His satisfaction dimmed ever so slightly when she moved forward, though his curiosity shot up again. Now, he didn't take actual baths very often so he didn't use bubble bath. Showers tended to work just fine for him since he didn't really stay in one place for all too long. He liked to keep moving, for the most part. Of course, he sometimes had to stick around certain people either for entertainment or because it was, generally, his job to do so. Baths just took too long for him on normal occasions.
He chuckled as she worked to fill the tub up with a nice layer of little bubblies.
Her hard work payed off in the end. The tub was full, with both steamy water and bubbles, and he covered. As well as bubbles up to about your diaphragm could cover you. Everything above that point was still fair game to wandering eyes. Not that he minded any. If he had, he wouldn't have changed forms to begin with. Or he would have brought his clothes along with him.
He flicked his ear out of some kind of habit when her sudsy hand touched his face.
Skin on skin felt a lot different than skin on fur. He was typically more sensitive to petting and such when he was in his furry canine form. Scratches behind the ear were another story though. This half-and-half form was much more sensitive when it came to the fluffy ears. He he could see his own face he would have noticed the disappearing charcoal.
All he really knew was that the girl was still working at his area behind his ear. Whether because the charcoal was still there or not, he couldn't be sure. Not that he cared about the reason behind it. He just tilted his head and went right along with it. "Hm? Yes, it was quite pleasing to see that... look on your face." He stopped there. He was finding it a little harder to think than usual. Stupid ears being sensitive.
But can you feel this magic in the air?
[/color]It must've been the way you kissed me[/font][/color]
Fell in love when I saw you standing there[/color] [/center]
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