Tetsuya Seidou

[• Tetsuya Seidou]

STUDENT BIOGRAPHY

TETSUYA SEIDOU

HYDE [from L'ARC~EN~CIEL].
take paradise, put in a parking lot.

YOUR-BASIC-INFO

NAME: Mist
AGE: 15
GENDER: Female
CHARACTERS: Just Tetsuya.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Affiliating, and the members on that site.
ACTIVITY LEVEL: 4-5, I suppose.

THEIR-BASIC-INFO

NAME: Tetsuya Seidou
NICKNAMES: Tetsu
AGE: 13
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: October 3rd
BIRTHPLACE: Tokyo, Japan
CLASS/YEAR: Year eight
SEXUALITY: Bi

THE-BEAUTY-OUTSIDE

FACE CLAIM: Hyde [from L'Arc~En~Ciel]
HAIR: Dark brown, tends to hug his neck with a small outward wave at the tips. Usually straightened a little to make it lay to his satisfaction.
EYES: Typical Asian shape, colored brown.
BODY BUILD: Slim
HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: Somewhere around 130 lbs.
OTHER: None worth acknowledging.

THE-BEAUTY-INSIDE

LIKES:

• Singing
  
• Songwriting
  
• Track/similar kinds of physical activity
  
• Freedom
  
• Staying healthy diet-wise

DISLIKES:

• Boredom
  
• Schoolwork
  
• Unhealthy food -- refuses to eat most fast food
  
• Being controlled or told what to do
  
• Being too close to water, and swimming
  
• Playing the piano

STRENGTHS:

• Track
  
• Singing
  
• Playing the piano
  
• Songwriting
  
• Healthy eating habits
  
• Humor
  
• Laid back

WEAKNESSES:

• Work ethic when it comes to schoolwork
  
• Fear of water
  
• Doing as he's told
  
• Sitting still
  
• Procrastination

FLAWS:

• Short-tempered at times
  
• Doesn't get things out emotionally
  
• Slightly obsessive-compulsive

OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ever since he was little, Tetsuya has felt restless. it makes him a bit of a rebel; rarely obeying his parents, always on the move doing something or other. When it comes to school, he doesn't often find much motivation to do the work, although any tests he completes usually merit good grades to show he understands the work. He has a laid back air about him, with light humor that means he's easy to get along with -- as long as he deems the other person worthy of his time. Tetsuya's always had good eating habits, and his physically active in areas like track where he excels. To top it off, he's quite the artsy person with a beautiful voice.

PAST-AND-FUTURE

BEST MEMORY: When he was little, playing with his older sister before things grew stressed around the household.
WORST MEMORY: His parents fighting, and the divorce.
BEST DREAM: Nothing serious; he hasn't really considered a purpose for himself. Until he does, he strives to just have a good time.
WORST DREAM: Drowning, or something of that nature. probably involving water.
BRIEF HISTORY: For most of Tetsuya's life, things have been in motion. Not like time or age, but literally moving -- his father's business job and his mother's writing meant a lot of meetings and movings that he and his sister were pulled along on. Although they usually stayed around the Tokyo area, they were constantly switching districts around the large city as their father was relocated over and over and therefore meant a lot of inconsistence and insecurity in his life. It grew slowly into rebellion, fueled by his parents' increased stress-induced bickering. Slowly the situation got worse with every move, until finally -- when Tetsuya was eleven -- it went too far. One fight too many led to divorce papers brought home, and signatures traded. His mother took him and his sister to America, where she hoped to gain inspiration and have better luck with writing and publishing her works. Tetsuya and his sister were enrolled in a boarding school while she went off to try and setting herself up. The idea was to settle into things in the new country and then having her two children moved in. But, rather hypocritically in Tetsuya's eyes, they haven't heard from their moth since except in scraggly letters that give no sign as to when she'll come and get them.

KIN-AND-KITH

FATHER: Daisuke Seidou, 44, businessman.
MOTHER: Chika Seidou, 39, writer.
SIBLINGS: Ayumu Seidou, 16, sister, year ten.
PETS: N/A
OTHER: N/A

MISCELLANEOUS

TITLE: Resenter
CLIQUE: Musician
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
Well, jeez. Hadn't it been only mere months ago that he was walking these streets as a resident? It sure as hell felt like it, and already they were back. Well, not all of them -- evidently Havoc, Breda, Falman, and Fuery were to be far too busy with other tasks to accompany their Colonel on a trip east. So it was him, First Lieutenant Hawkeye, and her loyal dog who had been sent all the way out here. Hmph, like they really needed to. After all, the Eastern troops had nothing to do as it was because the Central forces had stormed in here and taken the rebellions in Liore into their own hands. Even now, as he walked down streets, off-duty soldiers were lounging around and watching him with a vague interest as he passed. So why were they here, when East City should have been able to handle its own problems?

The answer was simple: Scar. The damned Ishbalan with the x-shaped mark on his face seemed to have taken a favor to this particular area for the time being, and had been poaching resident State Alchemists in the city. And on top of that, the newly-promoted Colonel that had taken his place after his transfer to Central had turned out to be an utterly incompetent buffoon -- he'd personally gone out to Liore to witness the alleged uprising, and made himself an easy target to some of the more bloodthirsty civilians there. Now he, being the last person to hold the position and actually do it well, had been sent back until they shipped out a replacement all the way from the West Area. At least they wouldn't be here long, and he had to admit -- there wasn't a shortage of single women here.

Roy Mustang was walking rather briskly down one of the cobblestone roads with his long black overcoat billowing out behind him as he suddenly stopped, halted by a familiar smell. Death. it was faint, but anyone who'd been as involved in the Ishbal rebellion as a State Alchemist had would pick it out. And death meant an incident, which meant a possible lead on Scar -- the man he was looking for in the first place. He turned sharply after a moment and headed into a side-alley. Now, the smell of alcohol was evident, and it only took a moment to find the source of all the stench. There, slumped down in the corner, was a man who had quite grotesquely been stabbed in the gut with something large and sharp. Well, it didn't follow any of the trends of a Scar-presumed murder, but that didn't mean it was something to be ignored.

"Looks like we've found something, Lieutenant," The Colonel remarked, wrinkling his nose as he gently nudged the man with his boot. "He hasn't been dead for long, so the killer can't have gone far." The man's onyx eyes narrowed slightly to better focus on a small feminine purse dropped carelessly not a foot from the corpse's hand. So, this man was a thief, and probably a drunk one at that... Which made his death obnoxiously broad in terms of cause and motive. Ah, damnit... This would mean more paperwork for him later. Sighing, he took a step back and looked over at the blond-haired woman standing not far behind him. "What do you think?"

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