Post by Katsuro Saigo on Jun 3, 2008 21:37:24 GMT -5
Name: Katsuro (Katsu) Saigo
Age: 175
Birthday: December 12, 1832
Gender: Male
Original/Cannon: Original
Category: Vampire
Power: normal vampire abilities
The Look
Physical Stats: 5’11” slim but strong, naturally black-brown, straight hair (though often changes it), gray-blue eyes, slightly androgynous, white scar down length of right side of back made by a katana sword, and dresses ultra-modern and boldly
Celebrity: Gackt Camui
Personality: Reserved and quiet, but he can be friendly if someone earns his trust and respect. He is extremely loyal to his former samurai directives and ideals, though has modernized himself to fit in. He has however gone slightly overboard in his new-age clothing styles which attract more attention than they deter. He does not like to drive in cars and prefers his horse Rayner, though if he must, Katsu drives a sleek bloodred-and-black Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R motorcycle. He wears a helmet even though he would be hard to kill mortally. Katsu prefers candles to electric lights and is usually very energy and nature-conscious. He does not kill needlessly, though he does feed when he sees an opportunity where no one will miss them, or they are already on the verge of death. He is picky about not eating diseased people, however, because he believes they taste “impure.” He has learned to eat animals, however, to avoid hunters, whom he feels are merely an irritance in his long life.
History: Katsuro Saigo was born into a middle-standing family of samurai in Kagoshima, Japan. As a child he showed a strong understanding of the sword and yet a gentleness and curiosity that would set him to watching the actions of a single insect for an hour before his sensei would find him and hit him over the head for “slacking.” Katsu grew up in a family of seven; three sisters and three brothers, all younger then him but one sister and one brother. His father was often away from his home, being the right-hand man of one of the right-hand-men to the emperor’s personal guard, but his mother, teachers and siblings kept him occupied. He, a younger sister and his older sister also grew a fondness for music, singing and playing various instruments. Katsu grew up and became a valued member of the family and began to help his father when he was a teenager.
At age 20, Katsu witnessed the blockade of US Commodore Mathew Perry on Japan. That was when his sire decided to feed. In the confusion caused by the cannon blasts from Perry’s warships, a vampire living in Kagoshima fed on many of the population. Katsu and his youngest sister were among his victims. Katsu, however, fought back with his blade after seeing his sister killed, but was defeated. The vampire decided to turn him into a vampire in respect for his skills, telling him to live on and hone his skill, stating that they might meet again in the future when Katsu could either "Thank me or try to kill me again with that little blade of yours."
He did not expect Katsu to have the strength to kill him while his dying body gave in to the transformation.
Katsu rose from his deathplace with his last kill as a human lying decapitated at his feet. Katsu attempted to live on as a normal person, but could not escape suspicion about his pale, cold skin for long under the watchful scrutiny of his mother, who had always been the first to notice a sickness in the household. As the Japanese government began to give in to the US demands to open ports, Katsu left his homeland, taking his horse, weapons, and few possessions with him as he began his new life. From the beginning, Katsu fought the urge to kill needlessly. Though his instincts and his body told him to feed on the warm blood of those around him, Katsu’s strong willpower and nonviolent attitude allowed him to avoid much needless killing, though he gave in to his need to survive.
For a time after he left his family, Katsu tried to aid people in need, offering his skills in the face of normal thugs, and sometimes supernatural entities, but after a time, he realized that his efforts were pointless to simply aid those he happened to encounter on chance. Besides, the trend of mortals to kill themselves and each other was so steep it was hardly worth trying to save any of them. Why should Katsu risk his life for a bunch of blundering idiots who trampled on others cultures, religions, lives, and lands, taking what they wanted and leaving nothing but destruction in their wake? Slowly, Katsu began to stick his neck into the affairs of others less and less, and eventually stopped altogether. He became more interested in himself and what he should do for the rest of his undead life. He decided to continue with the things he loved, and continue to experience new things.
Katsu traveled the world over the decades, learning many languages and customs, and finally ending up in America, the place which spawned the men who ended his happy life in Japan. Though over the years Katsu has forgiven the Americans for intruding in his homeland, he still holds a grudge on the presidents and the US military. Katsu currently owns a martial arts and Ken-do dojo (though he does not personally attend on a regular basis), owns his own recording studio named ‘Last Crown Studios’ where he sings with a rock band and produces a few other groups’ music as well. In addition, having invested smartly in many banks over the decades, money is not a problem for Katsu. As long as no one bothers him in his new “life,” he does not generally bother (or eat) them.
Family:
Yukito Saigo (father) –deceased--resisted Japanese conversion into a "modern" nation and was shot
Aiko Saigo (mother) –deceased
Sakura (Oldest sister) –deceased
Haru (Oldest brother) –deceased
Chouko (younger sister) –deceased
Masaru (younger brother) –deceased
Osamu (younger brother) –deceased
Tsubame (younger sister) –deceased--killed by Katsu's vampire sire
Likes/Dislikes:
He likes candles (over electric lights), his horse (Rayner and his ancestors), books, ancient Japanese artifacts, singing and playing music, nature, and learning new things.
He dislikes working too closely with people generally, racial discrimination, computers (though he can use them well enough), guns (they remind him of the destruction of the samurai ways with the rise of guns), cars, and doesn't generally like alcohol but drinks every once in a while.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Katsu is good with languages, writing and playing music, and athletic activities, especially martial arts and working with swords and bows. He is strong and agile and in general quite clever.
Katsu is not good in large social situations and can take quick offense to insult or rudeness. He does not usually give second chances and does not care to try to fix a relationship if someone takes a dislike to him. As a vampire, dead man’s blood is poison to him, and he is picky about not feeding on people with diseases.
Sample Post:
Hunger. It had been knawing at Katsuro for some weeks now. It boiled his cold body like a fever. He'd been so irritable he'd almost eaten one of his best singers he helped to produce at his studio. He sang well, but he was just so... concieted, and whiny. Katsu shook his head in an attempt to clear it, focusing on the alleyway he was stumbling down. He made his way towards a small back exit at the back of his studio that connected to a small hallway that was blocked at some point by a mound of old recording equipment he'd been meaning to clean up for a few years now...
Another pang of hunger clawed at his stomach, feeling like a katana sliding through his innards.
'What the hell?' he thought to himself, 'I've gone longer than this without eating...' With a snarl, Katsu pulled his arm away from his stomach and pulled out the keys to the garage, throwing open the door with more strength one would expect from a man of his slim physique. The door slammed into the concrete wall and stuck; the doorknob had been pressed into the concrete by the force of the blow. That only made Katsu more irritated.
Stomach aching, Katsu pulled the motorcycle out of the hall and through the exit. With a quick wrench, the doorknob separated from the alley wall and swung shut. Pushing the tips of his dark hair out of his eyes, Katsu suddenly froze.
He saw the foot of a homeless man sticking out from behind a dumpster down the alley. Without thinking, Katsu began to silently stalk down the alley. Soon, he was standing above the sleeping form of the poor, homeless man who sometimes stood outside his studio asking passerby for money.
His stomach sent another wave of pain through his abdomen, and Katsu's will gave in.
With a snarl, fangs descended in front of his normal teeth and Katsuro Saigo dropped to the oblivious man's neck and sank his teeth in before he even noticed his presence. The man woke up screaming, but Katsu roughly jammed his hand over the man's mouth. For what seemed like hours he continued to drain the man of his lifeblood, feeding even after the man stopped struggling against him. His heart began to slow its frightened race and blood no longer circulated, but Katsu continued to feed. The blood filled his mind with ecstacy and quelled the pain in his body.
Eventually, Katsu dropped the body to the alley floor, breathing heavily. Quickly he looked up and around the alley, but no one had taken the opportunity to sneak up behind him in his moment of oblivious ecstacy. Blood dribbled down his mouth and glimmered crimson in the faint light.
Then, as cool as anything, he stood up and wiped his face with a hankerchief, taking a moment to lick his fingers and run his tongue along his fangs before retracting them.
"Gomen nasai. I'm sorry, but I don't want to let go of this world just yet. So much to do, and all eternity to experience it."
Katsu lifted the corpse effortlessly and threw him into the abandoned dumpster, and kicked it (leaving a dent in the side) so it sailed down the alley, only coming to a halt when it met the intersecting wall at the end. He didn't want the body to be near the studio when it started to rot. By this point, however, Katsu was already back at his motorcycle, fitting his helmet on.
Without hurry, he kicked the cycle into gear and left the alley behind with a screech of tires, already forgetting the nameless man he had left behind laying in a rusty dumpster with a white, bloodstained hankerchief over his face.
Age: 175
Birthday: December 12, 1832
Gender: Male
Original/Cannon: Original
Category: Vampire
Power: normal vampire abilities
The Look
Physical Stats: 5’11” slim but strong, naturally black-brown, straight hair (though often changes it), gray-blue eyes, slightly androgynous, white scar down length of right side of back made by a katana sword, and dresses ultra-modern and boldly
Celebrity: Gackt Camui
Personality: Reserved and quiet, but he can be friendly if someone earns his trust and respect. He is extremely loyal to his former samurai directives and ideals, though has modernized himself to fit in. He has however gone slightly overboard in his new-age clothing styles which attract more attention than they deter. He does not like to drive in cars and prefers his horse Rayner, though if he must, Katsu drives a sleek bloodred-and-black Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R motorcycle. He wears a helmet even though he would be hard to kill mortally. Katsu prefers candles to electric lights and is usually very energy and nature-conscious. He does not kill needlessly, though he does feed when he sees an opportunity where no one will miss them, or they are already on the verge of death. He is picky about not eating diseased people, however, because he believes they taste “impure.” He has learned to eat animals, however, to avoid hunters, whom he feels are merely an irritance in his long life.
History: Katsuro Saigo was born into a middle-standing family of samurai in Kagoshima, Japan. As a child he showed a strong understanding of the sword and yet a gentleness and curiosity that would set him to watching the actions of a single insect for an hour before his sensei would find him and hit him over the head for “slacking.” Katsu grew up in a family of seven; three sisters and three brothers, all younger then him but one sister and one brother. His father was often away from his home, being the right-hand man of one of the right-hand-men to the emperor’s personal guard, but his mother, teachers and siblings kept him occupied. He, a younger sister and his older sister also grew a fondness for music, singing and playing various instruments. Katsu grew up and became a valued member of the family and began to help his father when he was a teenager.
At age 20, Katsu witnessed the blockade of US Commodore Mathew Perry on Japan. That was when his sire decided to feed. In the confusion caused by the cannon blasts from Perry’s warships, a vampire living in Kagoshima fed on many of the population. Katsu and his youngest sister were among his victims. Katsu, however, fought back with his blade after seeing his sister killed, but was defeated. The vampire decided to turn him into a vampire in respect for his skills, telling him to live on and hone his skill, stating that they might meet again in the future when Katsu could either "Thank me or try to kill me again with that little blade of yours."
He did not expect Katsu to have the strength to kill him while his dying body gave in to the transformation.
Katsu rose from his deathplace with his last kill as a human lying decapitated at his feet. Katsu attempted to live on as a normal person, but could not escape suspicion about his pale, cold skin for long under the watchful scrutiny of his mother, who had always been the first to notice a sickness in the household. As the Japanese government began to give in to the US demands to open ports, Katsu left his homeland, taking his horse, weapons, and few possessions with him as he began his new life. From the beginning, Katsu fought the urge to kill needlessly. Though his instincts and his body told him to feed on the warm blood of those around him, Katsu’s strong willpower and nonviolent attitude allowed him to avoid much needless killing, though he gave in to his need to survive.
For a time after he left his family, Katsu tried to aid people in need, offering his skills in the face of normal thugs, and sometimes supernatural entities, but after a time, he realized that his efforts were pointless to simply aid those he happened to encounter on chance. Besides, the trend of mortals to kill themselves and each other was so steep it was hardly worth trying to save any of them. Why should Katsu risk his life for a bunch of blundering idiots who trampled on others cultures, religions, lives, and lands, taking what they wanted and leaving nothing but destruction in their wake? Slowly, Katsu began to stick his neck into the affairs of others less and less, and eventually stopped altogether. He became more interested in himself and what he should do for the rest of his undead life. He decided to continue with the things he loved, and continue to experience new things.
Katsu traveled the world over the decades, learning many languages and customs, and finally ending up in America, the place which spawned the men who ended his happy life in Japan. Though over the years Katsu has forgiven the Americans for intruding in his homeland, he still holds a grudge on the presidents and the US military. Katsu currently owns a martial arts and Ken-do dojo (though he does not personally attend on a regular basis), owns his own recording studio named ‘Last Crown Studios’ where he sings with a rock band and produces a few other groups’ music as well. In addition, having invested smartly in many banks over the decades, money is not a problem for Katsu. As long as no one bothers him in his new “life,” he does not generally bother (or eat) them.
Family:
Yukito Saigo (father) –deceased--resisted Japanese conversion into a "modern" nation and was shot
Aiko Saigo (mother) –deceased
Sakura (Oldest sister) –deceased
Haru (Oldest brother) –deceased
Chouko (younger sister) –deceased
Masaru (younger brother) –deceased
Osamu (younger brother) –deceased
Tsubame (younger sister) –deceased--killed by Katsu's vampire sire
Likes/Dislikes:
He likes candles (over electric lights), his horse (Rayner and his ancestors), books, ancient Japanese artifacts, singing and playing music, nature, and learning new things.
He dislikes working too closely with people generally, racial discrimination, computers (though he can use them well enough), guns (they remind him of the destruction of the samurai ways with the rise of guns), cars, and doesn't generally like alcohol but drinks every once in a while.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Katsu is good with languages, writing and playing music, and athletic activities, especially martial arts and working with swords and bows. He is strong and agile and in general quite clever.
Katsu is not good in large social situations and can take quick offense to insult or rudeness. He does not usually give second chances and does not care to try to fix a relationship if someone takes a dislike to him. As a vampire, dead man’s blood is poison to him, and he is picky about not feeding on people with diseases.
Sample Post:
Hunger. It had been knawing at Katsuro for some weeks now. It boiled his cold body like a fever. He'd been so irritable he'd almost eaten one of his best singers he helped to produce at his studio. He sang well, but he was just so... concieted, and whiny. Katsu shook his head in an attempt to clear it, focusing on the alleyway he was stumbling down. He made his way towards a small back exit at the back of his studio that connected to a small hallway that was blocked at some point by a mound of old recording equipment he'd been meaning to clean up for a few years now...
Another pang of hunger clawed at his stomach, feeling like a katana sliding through his innards.
'What the hell?' he thought to himself, 'I've gone longer than this without eating...' With a snarl, Katsu pulled his arm away from his stomach and pulled out the keys to the garage, throwing open the door with more strength one would expect from a man of his slim physique. The door slammed into the concrete wall and stuck; the doorknob had been pressed into the concrete by the force of the blow. That only made Katsu more irritated.
Stomach aching, Katsu pulled the motorcycle out of the hall and through the exit. With a quick wrench, the doorknob separated from the alley wall and swung shut. Pushing the tips of his dark hair out of his eyes, Katsu suddenly froze.
He saw the foot of a homeless man sticking out from behind a dumpster down the alley. Without thinking, Katsu began to silently stalk down the alley. Soon, he was standing above the sleeping form of the poor, homeless man who sometimes stood outside his studio asking passerby for money.
His stomach sent another wave of pain through his abdomen, and Katsu's will gave in.
With a snarl, fangs descended in front of his normal teeth and Katsuro Saigo dropped to the oblivious man's neck and sank his teeth in before he even noticed his presence. The man woke up screaming, but Katsu roughly jammed his hand over the man's mouth. For what seemed like hours he continued to drain the man of his lifeblood, feeding even after the man stopped struggling against him. His heart began to slow its frightened race and blood no longer circulated, but Katsu continued to feed. The blood filled his mind with ecstacy and quelled the pain in his body.
Eventually, Katsu dropped the body to the alley floor, breathing heavily. Quickly he looked up and around the alley, but no one had taken the opportunity to sneak up behind him in his moment of oblivious ecstacy. Blood dribbled down his mouth and glimmered crimson in the faint light.
Then, as cool as anything, he stood up and wiped his face with a hankerchief, taking a moment to lick his fingers and run his tongue along his fangs before retracting them.
"Gomen nasai. I'm sorry, but I don't want to let go of this world just yet. So much to do, and all eternity to experience it."
Katsu lifted the corpse effortlessly and threw him into the abandoned dumpster, and kicked it (leaving a dent in the side) so it sailed down the alley, only coming to a halt when it met the intersecting wall at the end. He didn't want the body to be near the studio when it started to rot. By this point, however, Katsu was already back at his motorcycle, fitting his helmet on.
Without hurry, he kicked the cycle into gear and left the alley behind with a screech of tires, already forgetting the nameless man he had left behind laying in a rusty dumpster with a white, bloodstained hankerchief over his face.