Post by Akito Satsume on May 7, 2010 18:24:30 GMT -5
Akito Kazuya Satsume
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: August
Age: 16
Roleplaying Experience: Since I was nine.
How you found the site: I used to be a member but some crap started in my life and I was inactive for a week and I got deleted. So I figured I'd join again since every thing's getting better.
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Real Name: Satsumi Arata Takao But it was changed to 'Akito Kazuya Satsume' Satsume being his first name, but he writes is as his last name.
Gender: Maleish
Age: 15
Hair Color: Pure white, but underneath it is pure black. It's his natural colour.
Eye Color: A deep violet.
Skin Tone: Very pale, since he chooses to not go outside. Why? He doesn't even know.
Height: 5'2
Weight: Somewhere around 118 and obsessing about his weight so much that he's cutting down on his secret stash of oreos.
Wealth: A bit on the rich side, being an adopted child at age six.
Sexual Orientation: He doesn't even know. He was shipped off to the school before he knew what was happening.
Why they are in La Campana: His parents saw how he had been catching the eyes of more then one straight male and over friendly with them, flirting unaware of it, very giggly, and feared he might not be Homosexual and so shipped him to La Campana so rumors wouldn't start when his father ran for the election and he began dating a male.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes: Oreos
His bed
Sleeping
His lucky hat
Painting
Being stared at
Flirting
Warm places
Someone holding him(Don't. Ask. >.>)
Sticky objects
Acting like a cat
Being told he is special
Secrets
Blankets
Dislikes: Being Cold
Cleaning
Going outside
Being abused
Leaving his room
Forgetting where he stashed his oreos
Being shunned
Not ever being told something
People not listening when he tells them to pick up more paint for him.
Falling
Awkward moments in which he's not involved in
Not being talked to
Turn Ons: Chocolate
Being with someone on his bed
His special blanket
His hair being played with
Turn Offs: Glaring
Vanilla Ice Cream
Pain
Memories
Nervous Habits: Fidgeting with the corner of his blanket
Blinking alot
Fears: Being left for the rest of his life at the School
Holes in his favorite blanket
Goals/Aspirations:
- Become better in direct sunlight
- Getting over the fact that he has white hair
- Get at least one girl pregnant, somehow while being gay
- Finding a lover
Appearance: Akito is an odd boy. He is always nicely dressed, even if no one sees it. He dresses lavishly in a maroon suit lined with a deep violet. He wears a matching violet top hat on his head and that has a pink silk ribbon on it with small flowers knotted in it. The ribbon dangles down to his shoulder. He has a pure silk handkerchief that wraps around his neck in a plush faction. He has a violet eye, that is slanted slightly, from being in the 'crash'. He has short pure white hair that is black underneath. His left eye is permanently covered by it, since he wishes to not show anyone, that the eye is pure blue with a foggy colour over the pupil. Since he went blind in that eye.
Akito is always either eating oreos or has a sucker in his mouth. Why? Because he has a large sweet tooth. He always has his brown boots on, they are a light tan colour with a buckle near the toes and a zipper under the buckle he never bothers to zip up. He has a coat, that starts from his shoulders and follows down to his ankles. It is pure white, and his hair manages to blend in with it. The buttons are over a vest built inside that is a deep red violet. He loves to wear pants that cover his knees, just never his hips or stomach.
He loves his blanket. Comforter, if you called it a blanket in front of him he will freak on you. The worn blanket was one of his rare belongings he was permitted to keep when he had been adopted, and so doesn't part well with it. It is a deep brown color with his birth families' family motto stitched into the far corner in a deep blue. Akito has a very frail body, since being abused at such a young age affected his growth and health, making him quite thin. He grows sick quite easily, and so hates people touching many things in his room.
Personality: Akito is a quiet person, but when pushed too far can snap. He is very sensitive when physical action is involved around him, and so does not like to go outside much because it requires effort, much more then walking across his room to his oeros. Akito is a chocolate addict, but will never admit it. He is very stubborn about when himself is talked about. He hates to leave the room for any purpose, and so calls people after hacking the main computer to get their phone numbers. Akito is rarely seen by girls, unless they need his help. Yes, something that most people did not know. Akito is a male slut, who sleeps around with males to get his way and to get paid to take away their virginity.
He seems to always have visitors in his room. If you asked him, he would not ever remembering having a room mate, for everyone tends to turn into the next person in his mind since they always want the same thing from him. He was used to it, and it took his mind off of sitting in the dark and remembering. Akito has been suspected of being a Albino but he refuses to ever get tested, and so turns down all suspicion. He is completely clueless about a lot of things. Relationships, trust, loyalty, sharing chocolate. And so is very hard to ever get along with.
He is somehow excellent in bed, even though his words tell you otherwise. He hates to clean, and makes other people who pity him do it. The reason he does not attend his classes is the main reason he doesn't really care that he's at the school, and hopes to just get expelled and sent home. But so far his dreams have been ignored. Being the odd one in a group he tends to stray from most people, never really loyal to just one person. He has severe trust issues, but ignores them and just paints out his feelings after each...'session'.[/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Toshi- 48
Mother: Rika-45
Sibling/s: N/A
Other important relatives: Nanny- Noriko Mayumi-31
Pets: A ferret-age five years- Named Yoshi from Mario Kart
History: Akito was born to a high school girl at the age of fifteen. She refused to give him up to a better home and so married young to the child's father. At age three, the boy was sitting at home, coloring. His mother had come home from work every night that week, drunk and angry. She took her anger out on objects, the boy always seemingly in the cross fire. But tonight was different when she had staggered into the room and looked at him with deranged haunting eyes that scarred the boy forever as she chocked him, slamming him against the wall. He grasped for breath, but nothing came in as he fought against her grip. Then she began to shake him, screaming at him the whole time. Harder and harder she banged him against the cement wall, his blood now soaking the wall as she slowly began to stop, coming back to her senses as she saw that he was unconscious, or so she hoped.
The boy awoke a few days later, on the floor crumbled. Blood, cuts, and bruises covered his body still. He awoke like this every day that month. His father only hid in the background, not saying a word to save the three year old as he was slowly killed. Until the boy came home from school and found his fathers body in a pool of blood on the floor, a gun in his hand. It was when his mother found out and left. The boy was sent to his grandfather, who when the boy turned fourteen, still not speaking, but never letting go of a blanket, and painting horrible bloody scenes, did the man give the child up to a different family, not able to take it anymore. The boy was snapped out of his trance when his art set was taken away. They couldn't get the blanket out of his fingers and so allowed him to keep it.
The boy was then legally named Akito Satsume, son of Toshi and Riku Akito. They faked documents stating that they had kept him hidden from the public until now, and hid the adoption papers from public eye, since he was now the son of the Prime Minister of Japan. Akito soon began to disappear at night, only his blanket gone, everything left behind. He would return on the front porch, soaking wet, and would eat, and then attend to the duties required of him in his 'family'. It was when a teacher of Akito's called his parents did they find out about the closeness of him and over half the male population of the school Akito now attended.
Akito was then brought to a restaurant in a mall, where his foster father sat him down and asked him what was going on. Akito only looked at him with wide, blank eyes. Frustrated, the father stood up and walked a little ways away, running his hands through his little amount of hair left. It was when he turned around to see Akito flirting with a male baseball player, did he realize what Akito was. A male slut. He was gone all night, seemed very eager to work in the mornings he returned... Slowly the man walked back over to Akito and sat down, and looked at him for a moment, before pulling out his phone, and making a single phone call.
The next morning Akito was on a plane to Barcelona, all of his belongings packed in only two suitcases. He arrived at the airport and was taken to school, to teach him how to become Homosexual. Only, Akito had other things in mind when he arrived. His 'father' received reports about how Akito never attended class, and locked himself in his room all day long, only opening his door to reveal himself dressed in a very richly made suit and top hat with a brown blanket and a male entering his embrace with bags of art supplies. It was then that he picked up his painting habit again, the pictures only growing worse.
Roleplaying Sample:
The boy was silent as his mother's hold began to loosen. Relived, he began to mover again, trying to slip out of her strong hold. No chance. Annoyed, he cried out and tried to push her away until she began to hit his head against the stone wall again and again, until the boys' small eyes closed, and his clothes drenched in his own blood did she let go. The small three year old body sank to the floor in a heap and did not stir until four hours later, and the blood had encrusted around him. He slowly looked around, his pure white hair now tinted a light red from the liquid pool of blood on the floor. He sighed, and slowly brought his hands to his head to support it to stand as he climbed unsteadily to his feet, almost slipping on the liquid surrounding his body.
He walked over to the wall and reached out a hand, and traced his small fingers lightly over the dried blood. His blood. Slowly, he turned around to look at the small house clock in the family two bedroom apartment. It read ten o'clock. He was late for school. Again. Yes, the boy had started school early so his mother would not have to pay for daycare another year. He was in Pre-school, but was not always there. With the beatings growing worse, he usually woke up two days later, his body in worse condition since she had hurt him, without him even being awake while doing so.
The boy made his way towards the bathroom, as best he could without falling, his feet feeling awkward and making him stumble. He reached the small, single bathroom and reached up into the old wooden cabinet and opened it, and grabbed a washcloth. He gently wet it with warm water from the sink and began to clean his face. His mother would know if he took a shower, and would be yelled at for taking the hot water from her since she was the only one 'Working her butt off for the money in this family'. The boy, just only being three, was not allowed to work yet. He rinsed the rag, and seeing that he had cleaned the rest of his face off already, turned to go.
He would have to walk to school. He'd get there around eleven, but he would still be there. And that was all that mattered, right? The boy slowly left the house, wearing his same clothes from two weeks ago. He only had one outfit, and was only allowed another one his current one was rags. The boy slowly staggered his way to sky, the sky above him looking like it was not going to show him mercy and not rain until after he got to school. As if it had heard him, a rain drop fell and landed on his cheek, looking like a tear. He left it alone. He didn't have the strength to wipe it away as it started to rain, drenching the boy.
He only had to walk a few blocks to reach school, but for a three year old with a headache, it felt like a mile. Wet, with red liquid running down his face, he reached the school, where his classroom was outside. Slowly he made his way towards the door, his head hung, his white hair plastered to his head. He reached the door and knocked softly. It swung open to reveal a women with red curly hair and bright blue eyes and a kind face that was ceased with worry. It had been over a week since the boy had shown at school, and now he was there. She gasped in shocked about how red he looked from the water mixing with the blood. She quickly recovered herself, and reached out a hand to him. The boy flinched away, and it was then that she spoke, her voice kind and gentle, so much unlike what he was used too.
"Satsumi-kun."
He walked over to the wall and reached out a hand, and traced his small fingers lightly over the dried blood. His blood. Slowly, he turned around to look at the small house clock in the family two bedroom apartment. It read ten o'clock. He was late for school. Again. Yes, the boy had started school early so his mother would not have to pay for daycare another year. He was in Pre-school, but was not always there. With the beatings growing worse, he usually woke up two days later, his body in worse condition since she had hurt him, without him even being awake while doing so.
The boy made his way towards the bathroom, as best he could without falling, his feet feeling awkward and making him stumble. He reached the small, single bathroom and reached up into the old wooden cabinet and opened it, and grabbed a washcloth. He gently wet it with warm water from the sink and began to clean his face. His mother would know if he took a shower, and would be yelled at for taking the hot water from her since she was the only one 'Working her butt off for the money in this family'. The boy, just only being three, was not allowed to work yet. He rinsed the rag, and seeing that he had cleaned the rest of his face off already, turned to go.
He would have to walk to school. He'd get there around eleven, but he would still be there. And that was all that mattered, right? The boy slowly left the house, wearing his same clothes from two weeks ago. He only had one outfit, and was only allowed another one his current one was rags. The boy slowly staggered his way to sky, the sky above him looking like it was not going to show him mercy and not rain until after he got to school. As if it had heard him, a rain drop fell and landed on his cheek, looking like a tear. He left it alone. He didn't have the strength to wipe it away as it started to rain, drenching the boy.
He only had to walk a few blocks to reach school, but for a three year old with a headache, it felt like a mile. Wet, with red liquid running down his face, he reached the school, where his classroom was outside. Slowly he made his way towards the door, his head hung, his white hair plastered to his head. He reached the door and knocked softly. It swung open to reveal a women with red curly hair and bright blue eyes and a kind face that was ceased with worry. It had been over a week since the boy had shown at school, and now he was there. She gasped in shocked about how red he looked from the water mixing with the blood. She quickly recovered herself, and reached out a hand to him. The boy flinched away, and it was then that she spoke, her voice kind and gentle, so much unlike what he was used too.
"Satsumi-kun."
