Post by Seigo Saiga on Feb 28, 2011 1:28:51 GMT -5
SEIGO SAIGA
| B a s i c s |
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• Nickname/s
• DOB [/color] | 06/21/1946.
• Age [/color] | Thirty.
• Ethnicity [/color] | Japanese.
• Occupation [/color] | Director of Hayaradori, Saiga Hospital / Doctor ; SURGEON.
• Canon or Original [/color] | Canon.
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| A p p e a r a n c e |
[/color] | Seigo Saiga is what many would consider a very plain and typical man of his profession. His black hair is cut short around his head, a few layers grown longer as it hits the back of his neck, creating a somewhat stylized look not often seen in doctors, though it maintains a professional look all together. To continue with this orderly look he is always clean shaven and well groomed, and his clothing well ironed and washed. For the most part, Seigo’s face is always cast in a single expression of displeasure, a constant frown or scold plastered over his features. It’s a rare occurrence to see this shift for either the better or the worse. His facial features are the typical thin eyes and small nose one would expect from a man of his race, though undeniably handsome. Standing approximately five foot ten Seigo is of average height, though somewhat taller than his counterparts within Hanuda. He is of a slight build, though there are faint traces of muscle in his body he is more than capable of handling himself.
• Overall Appearance
His style of dress blends in with the era he is associated in. Preferring to wear suits of a more neutral color with flared pants, this includes beige and darker shades of brown; there is indication of his status and profession within Hanuda by this alone. Instead of wearing a more formal shirt such as a button up or tuxedo shirt, he prefers the off-white turtle-neck associated with his doctor’s attire. On occasion he will change his outfit, a simple swap out of his suit coat for a starched white lab coat depending on the situation and if he has recently been ‘experimenting’ in the lower levels of the Saiga Hospital. This is heavily associated with his business oriented personality and his slight fixation with cleanliness and professional behavior.
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| P e r s o n a l i t y |
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• Likes
• Dislikes [/color] |
' Bugs – Quite frankly, this disgusts him in a way organs could not. For reasons unknown he prefers to stay as far away from anything remotely resembling a bug if possible, though not to be mistaken with fear – it’s just an extreme distaste.
‘ Sweet Foods – From anything to mochi or any other sweet Japanese desert, Saiga has no taste for. Maybe this goes hand in hand with his dislike of children, but it is easy to say that this doctor has no sweet tooth what so ever.
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• Overall Personality[/color] | It is easily observed that Seigo Saiga is anti-social and apathetic. With an obvious lack of desire in interaction beyond the work place he considers those around him acquaintances of convenience, finding little use in expanding upon any base of relationship. To put it bluntly, he’s what many would call an ‘Asshole,’ with his dislike of most anyone that he meets more than apparent upon first encounter. For many, this is the only side of the Doctor they see of him, any expectation of him having any good intention almost immediately wiped clean from their mind.
Saiga is a selfish man, acting for only his family and name, putting himself first and foremost on this chain. However, inwardly he resents this behavior, as the Saiga family and his position are all he has ever had since childhood. On occasion he might cast a witty remark, or show some sort of compassion towards another human being, but this is a rare event in itself. During these times his light-hearted remarks seem to be a backhand in themselves, often sarcasm above all else. Whether or not this is some kind of gesture resembling friendship or affection, is unknown, as he often doesn’t waste time or energy throwing this banter back and forth.
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| H i s t o r y |
[/color] | Hanuda, Japan.
• Birthplace
• Family [/color] | Biological Mother and Father [ Mitamura ] ; DECEASED.
Adopted Mother and Father [ Saiga ] ; DECEASED.
• Other Relations [/color] | Miyako.
• Companion [/color] | N/A.
• Overall history[/color] | Born Mitamura Seigo to a set of young parents, the first five years of his life were uneventful and very normal for a young boy. He had loving parents and was generally well received by the villagers and other children within Hanuda. Unfortunately, his parents passed away shortly before his sixth birthday, only to be adopted by the prestigious and wealthy Saiga family. As one of his entries in a childhood journal recalls, his new mother or father would not so much as hug him or celebrate his birthday, contributing to a rather rough upbringing in terms of emotional support.
Seigo progressed through life without the compassion of his parents, this made him grow bitter as time progressed, though ultimately following the family name is becoming a Doctor like his adoptive father. Anti-social throughout both High school and College left him with little to no friends as he spent a majority of his time experimenting and studying on his pursuit of becoming a surgeon. On his return to Hanuda, the Mana religion, a strange deity involving the Sky Fish Kaiko, was now prevalent and backed by his adoptive mother and father. Following in their footsteps he became one of the leaders of said religion, a ceremony master, along with becoming the Director of the Saiga hospital upon the passing of both his adoptive mother and father. Even without them to push him in the direction they so desired, Seigo did so by himself.
He continued his work uneventful, though the leader of the Mana, Amana provided him with many opportunities to experiment on villagers and outsiders that had gone awry. Within the basement levels of the hospital he subjected these people to torture and a wide variety of experimentation, some involving drugs, others a live dissection. However, on the night of the most recent ritual, things did not go as planned. During the sacred act of ‘marrying’ Miyako to the God, Kaiko, he took the life of Yukie Koube, and was about to sacrifice Miyako as well before the ceremony was interrupted by an outsider. This event threw everything out of place and once again the red waters of legend began to flow and the world itself was thrown into chaos. Seigo retreated to his own private rooms beneath the hospital to seek refuge.
Because of the events that transpired time seemed to be out of whack and what had once been an orderly hospital into a dilapidated building with his staff turned into monsters. Arming himself with provisions and the few and far between firearm, Seigo now seeks out survivors or some sort of fix for this tremendous error.[/blockquote]
| O u t o f C h a r a c t e r |
RP Sample- CHARACTER ; AUGUST
- TYPE OF ROLE-PLAY ; BANDBeing famous was a joke, another sick prank in the ways of the world. Somehow he knew his undoing would be this, a vodka bottle in one hand, cigarette propped firmly in his mouth next to the cold metal barrel of a gun he was just old enough to buy - or maybe wished he was just old enough to buy. You think you'd notice the symptoms of your own downfall, your bleak and mildly depressing but still hopeful story of a highschool drop out gone rock star. Gone to the top, but everyone knows when you go as far as you can you just fall back down. It had been a regular photoshoot, his face on magazines, those pursed pink lips covered with metal rings, surrounded by pieces of metal, polished to perfection open comically around the barrel.
Just fun and games, fun and games, who knew he'd go so far with it.
In a few years August Lenore Hagvik would just be another face, a 'Who was that?' or 'Where are they now?' story, something that was beautiful for a moment, horribly scorned in the next. Why couldn't he start a scene if things weren't going to be like that? The picture had been a sort of a joke, those wide emerald optics outlined by faint tracings of makeup, darker than dark eyeliner, messy brown hair cut in one of those rediculous styles he thought was unique at the time textured to the extreme, bleached and then colored weaving around his pretty face. He wasn't hot, he wasn't handsome and he damn well wasn't sexy, just adorable, cute. Maybe that was the reason why they pushed him out, bad for their publicity.
Bullshit.
Furious, he had thrown a television outside of a window, gotten wasted, trashed the tour bus, vomited on himself and crashed a car. Rushed to the hospital, the sirens screaming louder than he ever good. Maybe that was the reason why they pushed him out, not loud enough. He went to court, pleaded not guilty, his community service? Rehab, twenty four and he was already killing himself, pickling his liver and smoking his lungs to ash. He remembered though, the cover of that magazine because as soon as he stepped into his white-walled prision one of the security officers had it propped next to his desk, his face, that unhealthy look covered by make-up, with his finger on the trigger. Should've pulled it then. Bang. Bang. That face wasn't his, at least not anymore, those luminescent metal rods and rings replaced with a much better plastic alternative, just in case if his sucicidal roomate decided to take those 'dangerous' object and stab himself with them.
What a joke. The story of his life.
Circles were drawn on his tired features, lips pursed, face gaunt. He refused to eat this shit, screamed for a smoke, slammed his fist into the wall for a drink. Bare feet shuffled into the flawless office, taking in those unmarked panes, just another prision. He didn't respond to his name, if he did it really didn't show, those tousled caramel locks brushing the tip of his nose.
"How the fuck do you think I am?" First visit with the acclaimed Dr. What-ever-the-fuck-his-name-was. Never heard of the guy, but he was sure the guy hadn't heard of him, there was no look of disapproval, or envy. Nothing, just that fake smile. "I'm fucking fidgiting all over the place. And you have the nerve to ask me how I feel? How I'm doing? Well I'll tell you, pretty goddamn shitty." That voice was worn raw, broken and cracked, alluring, mildly seductive, mildly destroyed.
That's what you get though, when you scream your heart out.
! Hello my name is SEIGA/NOAH. If you do the math I have been alive for TWENTY YEARS. Which means I have been Rping for EIGHT YEARS TOO MANY. I have found the password form reading the rules. It is CONCEALED FROM VIEW. TRY SIGHT JACKING A SHIBITO TO TRY AND GET A BETTER LOOK AT IT. If you would like to contact me you can do so via MSN/PM