Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 20:44:29 GMT -5
SAITO REIICHI
Tell me everything that happened, Tell me everything you saw, They had lights inside their eyes, Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door? They moved forward, and my heart died
SAITO REIICHI | NINETEEN |
MALE | HETEROSEXUAL |
JAPANESE | 5'6" | 136 LBs |
STUDENT | FAN OF NONE |
ESSENTIALS
PERSONALITY Strangers find Saito well-mannered, polite and formal a perfect son of his father. People who are familiar with him simply thinks he has a stick permanently lodged into his ass when they see him slip into the familiar persona. He can be charming at times, but more often then not he uses intimidation to get what he wants. It's the confident aura he wears like a second skin, the cool stares when he studies you, and the smirk when he knows he's right.
He critical about everything. A perfectionist at heart, really. Most of all though, he's self-critical about himself. A constant voice in the back of his mind pointing out his errors. He considers it a strength though, he can be confident because he knows he's constantly improving himself, at least that's what he tells himself.
Control is probably the most important thing to him. He likes to be the leader, the one who orders the others around, the type of person his father is and the type of person Saito also hates. It ties from him feeling as if he has everything already planned by his father, and he wants to be in control again.
Demanding, critical, and a control freak, Saito does have his good traits. He does care and has a sense of strong loyalty towards his friends. They're the people that Saito pushes the most, because he believes in them in this sappy way that they can do better. He's protective of them as well, scouring the web to make sure his more famous friends didn't have their names tarnished. Of course he would never tell them, he's rather restrain in his emotions and pride gets the best of him all the time.
The people closest to him though, learn exactly how to irk him and bother him. He's the type to bottle up his emotions until they are let out in one fantastic catharsis that may or may not resemble a five year old's temper tantrum (it also shows that he is in fact nineteen and may sometimes act like his age).
HISTORY “You know Saito-san’s younger son? The one with the odd eyes? He’’s such the perfect son. Good grades, polite, and he’s so obedient.”
Saito was born in an affluent family: it was his father, his mother, his older brother, and him, all pristine and dignified. People told him he could have everything if he wanted, as long as he tried. He got to see the open world around him, and yet there was an ever-present figurative collar around his neck. He was a Saito and they were this and that and a long list of traits that no longer really matter in his mind. There would always be an invisible, unspoken limit made by his father and once crossed he would be roughly pulled back by a leash and restrained. There was always rules, rules that could never be broken when he was at home, outside, or at one of his family friend’s dinners.
“How is he able to control his sons so well? My child was bouncing off the walls at the age, they’re just so energetic.”
He remembers defying his father once. When he was ten, and he remembers the fear that crept up his spine and how his nails dug into his palm and whenever he recalls this memory he hates himself for it. He was a coward, fearing a person who had nothing but an overly large ego and personality to back up his silent threats. Yet, he would silently bite back to himself that it would work oh so well, for so many years.
“Saito is in middle school now isn’t he? I heard he joined the basketball team, I didn’t know he was athletic as well.”
School was a haven for him, perhaps because for once the sides were switched. He showed people just how much of a father’s son he was. His attitude and air of confidence, as well as his heterochromatic eyes helped him gain a form of control. He joined the basketball team, not due to the interest of the sport, but for his own curiosity and satisfying his own needs. Saito wanted to decide for himself what he wanted to do, and joining a club seemed to be the perfect way.
“Ah, didn’t he become a first stringer? I heard he was even the captain too.”
Saito had some formidable skill in the sport. Of course he did, he wasn’t simply going to join a sport he would fail at (a small voice nagged that it was for fear of his father) and if he wasn’t competent he would work until he was. The fact that Saito became a regular was no surprise to him, nor would it be a surprise to any who knew him. He would take no less, his father would take no less. Though becoming a Captain was bit of surprise to him. He joined the sport only to achieve some sort of goal he set for himself. (To make your own decisions, to not let your father control them. You failed though, like always.)
He was going to be a person deserving of a such a title though. The videos he studied, the books he read, he wasn’t simply going to be handed this.
“Reiichi, how was school today? Practice? Ah, you’re going to be home late? You’ll be out with friends?”
There were these six people in this basketball club, that for some reason he saw potential in. They grew close, he respected them and perhaps for the first time he could label people as friends. Of course, he’s not good at showing it, but Saito knows they know. At least, he hopes he’s right. He silently wonders how these people were able to dig their way under his skin so well.
“Uh, brother, I don’t think you understand the meaning of friend you’re not leading a dictatorship, you know? You're supposed to look at each other as equals and all.”
He viewed them as equals, but he made them listen to him when spoke and call out commands. Was he supposed to treat them differently than how Saito treated any other person? (But you already had, the moment he said they stood on the same grounds on him, that they weren’t beneath you.) It’s a sense of stability to treat everyone the same way, another way to regain control. His father couldn’t change this.
"Oh, what a shame. I thought the eldest would have followed in his father's footsteps."
There's perhaps a sense of betrayal and annoyance when he learns that his brother went off to America to do God knows what. Middle school has already passed and gone. The 6 friends he made went off to do their own things, and yet here he was stuck. His brother was supposed to be the one taking over his father, not him. He was supposed to be able to do whatever he wanted as long as he kept his reputation in check, because he was the second son and they didn't really care what he did. The following weeks when his father began to breath down his neck even more, he swore silently that if his brother were to return to Japan, he would regret it when Saito exacted his (petty) revenge.
"Your son is going to such an amazing university, you must be proud!"
There's a sort of choking feeling when one realizes their age and the fact their in college. He knows his father want's him study political science, he has to replace his brother as his brother failed his father. Honestly, he went into the school not even knowing what he wanted to do anyways. So he might as well suck it up and at least pretend he's following his father's wishes until he finds what he wants to do (You probably won't switch even if you do, you're too afraid to ever do so.)i
APPEARANCE Pale skins and delicate features, he's not exactly what anyone would call intimidating at first site. He's fit and in-shape, but he's not very muscular. He was built for speed, not for brute strength. His hair is red and falls down to about the nape of his neck. Saito's wardrobe is filled with casual and formal clothing, but all of it is nice. He's well groomed and it shows in how he dresses. He tends to get cold easily, so often times he's either wearing long sleeves or has a jacket with him.
The most unusual feature about him are his eyes. He has heterochromatic eyes, one being a molten gold color while the other a bright wine red.
OTHER FEATURES Saito's not one to permanently mark his skin in any way. He does however tend to bruise easily and there's seems to be a constant bruise or two on his arm or legs. He also has a rather long, but faded scar due to his brother's prank when he was younger.
He critical about everything. A perfectionist at heart, really. Most of all though, he's self-critical about himself. A constant voice in the back of his mind pointing out his errors. He considers it a strength though, he can be confident because he knows he's constantly improving himself, at least that's what he tells himself.
Control is probably the most important thing to him. He likes to be the leader, the one who orders the others around, the type of person his father is and the type of person Saito also hates. It ties from him feeling as if he has everything already planned by his father, and he wants to be in control again.
Demanding, critical, and a control freak, Saito does have his good traits. He does care and has a sense of strong loyalty towards his friends. They're the people that Saito pushes the most, because he believes in them in this sappy way that they can do better. He's protective of them as well, scouring the web to make sure his more famous friends didn't have their names tarnished. Of course he would never tell them, he's rather restrain in his emotions and pride gets the best of him all the time.
The people closest to him though, learn exactly how to irk him and bother him. He's the type to bottle up his emotions until they are let out in one fantastic catharsis that may or may not resemble a five year old's temper tantrum (it also shows that he is in fact nineteen and may sometimes act like his age).
HISTORY “You know Saito-san’s younger son? The one with the odd eyes? He’’s such the perfect son. Good grades, polite, and he’s so obedient.”
Saito was born in an affluent family: it was his father, his mother, his older brother, and him, all pristine and dignified. People told him he could have everything if he wanted, as long as he tried. He got to see the open world around him, and yet there was an ever-present figurative collar around his neck. He was a Saito and they were this and that and a long list of traits that no longer really matter in his mind. There would always be an invisible, unspoken limit made by his father and once crossed he would be roughly pulled back by a leash and restrained. There was always rules, rules that could never be broken when he was at home, outside, or at one of his family friend’s dinners.
“How is he able to control his sons so well? My child was bouncing off the walls at the age, they’re just so energetic.”
He remembers defying his father once. When he was ten, and he remembers the fear that crept up his spine and how his nails dug into his palm and whenever he recalls this memory he hates himself for it. He was a coward, fearing a person who had nothing but an overly large ego and personality to back up his silent threats. Yet, he would silently bite back to himself that it would work oh so well, for so many years.
“Saito is in middle school now isn’t he? I heard he joined the basketball team, I didn’t know he was athletic as well.”
School was a haven for him, perhaps because for once the sides were switched. He showed people just how much of a father’s son he was. His attitude and air of confidence, as well as his heterochromatic eyes helped him gain a form of control. He joined the basketball team, not due to the interest of the sport, but for his own curiosity and satisfying his own needs. Saito wanted to decide for himself what he wanted to do, and joining a club seemed to be the perfect way.
“Ah, didn’t he become a first stringer? I heard he was even the captain too.”
Saito had some formidable skill in the sport. Of course he did, he wasn’t simply going to join a sport he would fail at (a small voice nagged that it was for fear of his father) and if he wasn’t competent he would work until he was. The fact that Saito became a regular was no surprise to him, nor would it be a surprise to any who knew him. He would take no less, his father would take no less. Though becoming a Captain was bit of surprise to him. He joined the sport only to achieve some sort of goal he set for himself. (To make your own decisions, to not let your father control them. You failed though, like always.)
He was going to be a person deserving of a such a title though. The videos he studied, the books he read, he wasn’t simply going to be handed this.
“Reiichi, how was school today? Practice? Ah, you’re going to be home late? You’ll be out with friends?”
There were these six people in this basketball club, that for some reason he saw potential in. They grew close, he respected them and perhaps for the first time he could label people as friends. Of course, he’s not good at showing it, but Saito knows they know. At least, he hopes he’s right. He silently wonders how these people were able to dig their way under his skin so well.
“Uh, brother, I don’t think you understand the meaning of friend you’re not leading a dictatorship, you know? You're supposed to look at each other as equals and all.”
He viewed them as equals, but he made them listen to him when spoke and call out commands. Was he supposed to treat them differently than how Saito treated any other person? (But you already had, the moment he said they stood on the same grounds on him, that they weren’t beneath you.) It’s a sense of stability to treat everyone the same way, another way to regain control. His father couldn’t change this.
"Oh, what a shame. I thought the eldest would have followed in his father's footsteps."
There's perhaps a sense of betrayal and annoyance when he learns that his brother went off to America to do God knows what. Middle school has already passed and gone. The 6 friends he made went off to do their own things, and yet here he was stuck. His brother was supposed to be the one taking over his father, not him. He was supposed to be able to do whatever he wanted as long as he kept his reputation in check, because he was the second son and they didn't really care what he did. The following weeks when his father began to breath down his neck even more, he swore silently that if his brother were to return to Japan, he would regret it when Saito exacted his (petty) revenge.
"Your son is going to such an amazing university, you must be proud!"
There's a sort of choking feeling when one realizes their age and the fact their in college. He knows his father want's him study political science, he has to replace his brother as his brother failed his father. Honestly, he went into the school not even knowing what he wanted to do anyways. So he might as well suck it up and at least pretend he's following his father's wishes until he finds what he wants to do (You probably won't switch even if you do, you're too afraid to ever do so.)i
APPEARANCE Pale skins and delicate features, he's not exactly what anyone would call intimidating at first site. He's fit and in-shape, but he's not very muscular. He was built for speed, not for brute strength. His hair is red and falls down to about the nape of his neck. Saito's wardrobe is filled with casual and formal clothing, but all of it is nice. He's well groomed and it shows in how he dresses. He tends to get cold easily, so often times he's either wearing long sleeves or has a jacket with him.
The most unusual feature about him are his eyes. He has heterochromatic eyes, one being a molten gold color while the other a bright wine red.
OTHER FEATURES Saito's not one to permanently mark his skin in any way. He does however tend to bruise easily and there's seems to be a constant bruise or two on his arm or legs. He also has a rather long, but faded scar due to his brother's prank when he was younger.
OTHER INFORMATION
TALENTS & SKILLS Saito is the embodiment of the phrase "Jack of all trades, master of none". For all the control issues he has, he has yet to pick a thing he actually wants to do. Which ended with him picking up things here and there and dropping them once he loses interest. Piano, violin, basketball, you name it. He probably has learned it, but he's most likely far from mastery in anything.
He's rather talented in learning languages, and enjoys picking them up and learning them on his free time. Though he always has trouble getting rid of his accent.
ETCETERA He's actually been getting into idol culture in this weird sort of way. He first got into it when he heart his past friends were all these famous people, and now he blogs about it and other inane things (secretly of course). He finds it a good stress reliever.
He's rather talented in learning languages, and enjoys picking them up and learning them on his free time. Though he always has trouble getting rid of his accent.
ETCETERA He's actually been getting into idol culture in this weird sort of way. He first got into it when he heart his past friends were all these famous people, and now he blogs about it and other inane things (secretly of course). He finds it a good stress reliever.
OUT OF CHARACTER
OOC NAME Cin
OTHER CHARACTERS Katsuya
OTHER CHARACTERS Katsuya
MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND
