Post by Monsieur Zebra on Jun 23, 2013 23:43:59 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Kazushige, Siagyo
Nickname: Sia
Age: 21
Orientation: heterosexual
Appearance:
Height: 6' 2.5''
Clothing preference: For clothing, Sia prefers choosing clothes that are practical and neat-looking (though ironing is not his favorite thing in the world). He usually wear a long, large-collared coat over dress shirts and slacks. Siagyo detests all things slovenly--especially when it comes to clothes.
Special markings: small metallic labret piercing
Weapon: Dagger (actually a large-scale whittling knife)
Ability: Craftsmanship (ability to use wood as if it were an element). Sia is quite proficient in his ability, but if used too heavily, causes him to acquire profound migraines.
Specialty in combat: Hand-to-hand/close range, Ability use
Role in organization: Assassin & Spy
Relations
Mother:Kazushige (Shirogawa) Hanako//alive//disabled
Father: Kazushige Hiiro//deceased//woodsman
Siblings/Other:
Shirogawa Hayato//grandfather//deceased//carpenter
History
Short background:
Siagyo's background, though not without hardship, is relatively average. He was into a family with a sickly mother and a hard-working father. His parents were on the older side to be having children. Actually, doctors believed Hanako to be infertile until Sia came along. Thus, his mother saw him as a miracle. The doctors, on the other hand, were worried for both the mother and child. Being sent into labor in her already weak stature, they feared that there was no way the child would be entirely healthy and the mother would become all the more fragile.
Though his mother's countenance did stay weak, Sia was a healthy young man that would one day grow to be even taller than his father. As a boy, he adored his mother and idolized his father, a woodsman who knew plenty about crafting wood into beautiful things. He often played with small wooden toys made for him by the elder Kazushige. When he was five years old, his father was killed in a tragic work-related accident, devastating the family and causing Hanako to fall desperately ill. It was then that his grandfather came into the picture. Hanako's father, worried for his daughter, came to live with the widow and her son.
It was then that the boy and his grandfather connected. As Sia grew older, Hayato taught the boy everything he knew about carpentry and woodcraft, hoping that one day he would inherit his family business. Siagyo took to these lessons like a fish to water. Hayato was pleased with the boy and thrilled at the possibility of having an heir to his family's business (as he had only had one daughter, he never expected this to happen). He often told his daughter that Sia was a prodigy of woodworking. "He crafts better than me half the time!" he would often exclaim with a hearty laugh.
The joyous atmosphere allowed Hanako to recover from the illness she had fallen into at her husband's death, becoming a more active role in her son's life. Regardless, she stayed in the home, only venturing as far as the back yard for fresh air. She would often have her son help her plant flowers, telling him that everything he planted was beautiful. Thanks to this bonding time with his mother, Siagyo came to appreciate everything about nature. He would often play in the trees and pick wildflowers in the forest to display in the house. It was then, in his wood-surrounded childhood, that he began to notice that he was able to do things differently from his grandfather. While the elderly man would painstakingly whittle away at a piece of wood to so much as smooth the edges, Sia would only have to gently run his fingertip over the surface of the wood. Eventually, he came to be able to manipulate tree branches with his mind, beckoning them to lower to his level then raise him up to the higher branches. His mother and grandfather simply thought that he was a skilled climber. Little did they know, the trees themselves drew him up to their highest hight.
The only thing that the boy came to detest about the outdoors: bugs. He didn't mind them at first, but then, while gardening with his mother, he was stung by a bee. His throat swelled up, making it hard for him to breathe. The discomfort was so unbearable, he passed out, awakening two days later with a doctor hovering over his bedside. That was when he learned of his allergy. Needless to say, the boy was certainly careful with bees from that point on.
As he matured into a young adult, Siagyo grew strong and steady, trained to be such by the heavy labor his grandfather eventually trained him to do. (Unbeknownst to Hanako, Hayato often sent Siagyo out on special "business trips" in order to intimidate customers who had not paid what was due to the company. In this way, he learned to use his strength to his benefit and also how to engage in hand-to-hand combat). By the age of sixteen, his beloved grandfather passed away peacefully in his sleep at the age of eighty-eight. His mother, though deeply saddened at her father's passing, was determined to not relapse into a state as helpless as she was in when her husband passed. She often reminded herself how her father had met his end peacefully after a long, fulfilling life. It was now up to the sixteen-year-old boy to take over his grandfather's company.
He worked hard and did his very best for four long, pain-staking years. He hired workers under his care and turned the family-run business into a small company. All of his employees marveled at his fine craftsmanship, never once suspecting that he had some sort of otherworldly power. His mother, immensely supportive of all his endeavors, was incredibly proud of how far her son had come with both his own personal skill and in building the company.
It was when he turned twenty that a strange woman came to his company. She introduced herself as Raven, the wife of "Leader-sama," saying that she had come to discuss his special ability. Though his mother thought she meant his exquisite craft, something inside of him knew that this was about his odd connection to wood. After a lengthy one-on-one conversation, Siagyo agreed to join the Sasayaite Namida. The hardest part was thinking of what to say to his mother. He ended up settling with telling her that he was to go become a private constructor for a large company, which would involve his living away from home. Though undoubtedly sad, Hanako understood that business meant business and, after Siagyo promised he would have his most loyal employees look after her, he left his home to join an organization of assassins and spies.
Personality:
Due to his hard-working childhood, Sia grew up to be a very concerned, serious man. He was able to run a business at the age of sixteen, which goes to show his organization skills. He is soft-spoken, but is not afraid to speak up when he feels necessary. Beneath his rough exterior, Siagyo is a beauty-loving craftsman who enjoys being surrounded by nature. Considering he spent much time finding his way on his own as a young entrepreneur, he finds solitude comforting. Adamantly orderly, he detests all things cluttered and slovenly. He functions best in environments that are kept neat and clean. The only thing about him that is not entirely neatly pressed can be his clothing, considering he despises ironing his clothes.
Though it seems almost like a darker side of his personality, Siagyo enjoys taking down shots of sake. Though he can appear to drink substantial quantities at a time, he has never been, nor ever plans to be, intoxicated. To be drunk means to be uncontrollably messy and influenced by the drug hidden deep within alcohol. That is not something he finds very appealing, thus he knows when to stop and makes the conscious decision to never become inebriated.
All in all, Siagyo comes off as a rather bland person. He likes peace, quiet, order, and cleanliness. His disposition is on the passive side; he could be considered borderline stoic. On the other hand, he is merciless in combat. He uses his height as intimidation when it comes to opponents, preferring to get in their face than to battle from afar. If his combatant is armed, he has a knack for disarming them. The only weapons he occasionally makes use of are the same tools he uses to craft and construct: things like whittling knives and axes come in handy in a pinch. Most of his time is spent crafting things out of wood or doing construction on parts of the Sasayaita Namida base.
Likes
- orderly conduct
- woodworking
- solitude
- carpentry/building projects
- cleanliness
- sake
- peace and quiet
- reading
- nature
- beautiful things
- groundskeeping
Dislikes:
- overwhelming noise
- ironing clothes
- overly sweet foods
- clutter
- unnecessary chaos
- bugs (particularly bees)
Strengths:
- hand-to-hand combat
- craftsmanship
- construction expert
- organization skills
Weaknesses:
- beautiful things
- long range combat
- well-crafted things
- bee allergy
And Everything Else
Additional info:
- Though he does not admit it, he easily becomes infatuated with things he finds beautiful. He would gladly spend hours on end in a garden, gazing at a particular flowerbed he found particularly entrancing.
- He is the "early to bed, early to rise type," though he does not like to show others that he prefers turning in early, considering most people at base are night owls. However, he does become increasingly irritable as the night goes on.
RP Sample:
It had been quite some time since he came to visit the house in which his dear (distant) cousin lived. His house was practically a hotel, as far as he was concerned; he lived with an unbelievable number of strangers. Ever since the incident with that obtrusive blonde gentleman grabbing him by the collar and hoisting him into the air further than he would have liked to go, he dared not return. However, something about this day told him that it was officially safe to make his triumphant comeback.
The universe seemed to beckon him to the large, hidden mansion, not that he minded in the least. Actually, he was tickled pink at the very idea of paying a visit. He had practically been on the edge of his seat the past few months or so, anticipating the day he would be able to see them once again. His dear cousin who was not thoroughly convinced that they were in the least related. His cousin's dear, dear wife who always seemed to welcome him with open arms. And the ladies.
Throughout his adventure-packed life, Colonel Ikbahd Hickering III had never seen so many beautiful women in one place. They were all trained for combat, which made them deadly, yet even more attractive. He could practically fill a catalogue with all the different body types and appeal factors. Tall, short, slim, curvy--this place had them all. It was like a candy shop. An adult candy shop. The only down side was that for ever female, there was a male counterpart, ready to rip his balls off each time he would approach anyone's sister/partner/love interest.
If there was one thing Hickering never understood, it was people who were possessive. With so much beauty surrounding them, there was plenty to go around. So what if he discretely patted one's bottom or peeked up a skirt? In this sweet, hidden oasis of females, there were plenty more bottoms to be touched and skirts to be lifted. Perhaps that was why he was never disheartened by being warned to "not go near (insert a name here)." There were plenty more where that came from!
Before he would find Candy Kain and officially announce his return, the colonel decided that a brief stroll around the perimeters would be best. With a house-hotel like this, there was a constant rush of "out with the old, in with the new." Though he was not entirely sure what happened to those who never came back, he was always tickled to see a new damsel prancing about the corridors.
His first stop: the gardens. The gardens were so vast, it was easy for him to hide and even easier for him to disappear if things went a little wrong. As he approached, the strong sent of flowers surrounded him. He couldn't help but allow his lips curl into a small smile as he admired the beauty that surround him through his practically-shut eyes. With purposeful steps, he neared the section that contained a great deal of roses. As far as he could tell, women seemed rather fond of roses for some reason. He always has his best luck of finding a lovely lady all on her own in this part of the garden.
Just as he had expected, he could notice her in the distance. Her face was covered by a mask, but he could plainly tell it was a woman. After all: men didn't have chests quite that supple. Her shirt was long-sleeved, but just thin enough that he could still trace her curves with his eyes. She wasn't the overly-curvy type, but even women the twiggiest of body types had a small, gentle curve to them if one were to look hard enough.
This lady was a face he had never seen at the base before, so he was left to believe that she was new to the house. That means, it was likely that she had never heard of him. "What a shame," he thought to himself with a slow shake of his head. Using that as his conviction, he took a few strides toward her, nonchalantly picking a rose from one of the nearby flowerbeds as he did so. Standing near her, but not near enough to break her personal bubble, he simply watched her movements before making up his mind to break the silence.
"It's not every day that I see flowers as lovely as you in this place," he cooed, accent just as heavy as always. "A pleasant surprise indeed."
Now, it would only be a matter of time before his charm kicked in and he won this new prize.
