Name: Hinata Saitou
Age: 18 (Yeah, he got held a year back.)
Role: Male No
Gender: Male
"Tch, what, you have to actually ask!?"
Height: 6'2
Weight: 168
Oddities: He's... well... apart of a gang, a Yankee in other words (Refer to definition on intro page) He kinda has anger issues when it comes to people talking about him, or the people in the club behind his back. And, despite being a gang leader and actually causing a lot of trouble, he has a weak spot for cats.
Nationality: 1/2 Japanese and 1/2 Russian
"My middle name is a russian first name actually, but I would never tell someone like you that!"
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Romantic Interest: Well... he did like this one certain someone who's in Room A-2. It's the reason why he stays in such a silly club. (That 'special someone' may or may not be revealed during the rp)
Job: Strangely, he sometimes skips club days after school to help out with his mother at the orphanage, getting along with kids quite easily, even though he bashes out adults in the city.
Personality:
Likes:
♥ Cats - And he likes them a little too much
♥ His Gang "Well... they're like a third family is you were to put aside my own and those in that weird club."
♥ Fighting Others
♥ Children "W-what? Who the hell told you that!"
♥ Snow - He likes how everything is covered completely in white
♥ Quiet Places
♥ His Friends
♥ His Family
♥ His Bat "And no, it's not a pet."
Dislikes:
☓ Loud Places
☓ Crossways "Just too crowded, and the noise is obnoxious!"
☓ Crowds
☓ Ignored
☓ His First Name "It sounds girly! Makes me wonder why the hell my mother named me with it!"
☓ Losing - He thinks it'll make himself and his gang look bad and make their reputation go down
☓ Other Gangs
Fears:
♮Dying
♮People Getting Involved With His Gangs
♮Groups of People
♮Getting Lost - Terrible sense of direction
Talents:
❧ Can Handle Just About Any Weapon
❧ Very Strong
❧ Gets Along Well With Children
❧ Somehow Is A Good Chef "I-I picked it up from my mother is all!"
Flaws:
✠ Stubborn
✠ Gang Member/Leader
✠ Violent Most Times "If you lead a gang, don't you have to have that quality? Or else you're not intimidating."
✠ Short Fuse
✠ Gets Lost Easily - He can remember everything else fine but directions
Bio: (Include normal life, and how/why they entered the club of Classroom A-2)
Other: He has a bat he constantly carries around, during school (Teachers and the principal doesn't even care anymore) after school, around the city, everywhere. It's his prized possession, and he even has it near him when he sleeps. Though, despite this, he'll still allow people to hold it and handle it, even for things such as baseball although he usually uses it as a weapon when he gets in fights with other gangs. Also, Hinata has a dead hate for his first name, so sometimes, he'd rather people call him by his last name. He doesn't reveal his middle name either, which is a Russian first name, since it was given to him by his father who is deceased.
Family: Kano Saitou - Father ; 44 ; Deceased at 34 ; Military Accident
Ana Saitou - Mother ; 40 ; Alive ; Healthy
Ayano Saitou - Sister 13 ; Alive ; Ill, Hospitalized
Character Thoughts On Others: (If don't know, wait for my characters :3)
Theme Song: Yankee Boy - Yankee Girl | Soraru
Surely the future won’t be rewarding
Bulb, Bat. Underground steam
Because it was restrained H2H combat
The voice ended up swallowed
Surely the world doesn’t wish for
The elaborated ideal of those adults
With that one pure and honest fist
Judge upon all lies and cut open those shells!
An entangling night ride
Lively youth
Clinically clotted blood
Linoleum
To you
This warped city was
Becoming dishonest again
You don’t hold any expectations
A course gone wild
Become skillful at sprouting about excuses
In this thick headed love war
Lets exact our revenge every day
No matter how many times we’re hit
We’ll be seething with angelic
“Where is your sense of justice?!” asking
Hey
Yankee boy
Yankee girl!
Let our voices run dry as we bellow!
Just strike everything
As we forget!
Since it’ll all be remembered
By our wounds!
Hey Yankee Boy
Yankee Girl
It seems it’ll be reached straight ahead
The gang underneath the viaduct
Graffiti spirals
Isodynamic lines in the
Broken light poles and
Dumped of spray cans
In the Monster Tunnel
Well then, let’s get prepared for an armed conflict!
Screaming barbed wire,
Stirring up trouble with threats,
Locking weapon to weapon,
Glaring at
Line 80
Scared of things which cannot be undone
A never cooling body temperature
A profoundly satisfied inferiority
The heart which hasn’t returned
Wither away
And wished for more than anything else
A tomorrow we could believe in.
Merit and pride
Plug and light
Before we’re awoken from the dream!
Hey Yankee Boy
Yankee Girl
Advance just like how the blood flows in your veins!
The blueprints
Of a discolored film too
Before we become adults!
Hey Yankee Boy
Yankee Girl
Want to try to leave something behind
While lying about on the rooftop
Tears were wept and hidden
While not being able to become upfront…
While honest
No matter how many times we’re hit,
We’ll be seething with anger
“Where is your sense of justice?!” asking
Hey Yankee Boy
Yankee Girl
I wanna laugh together with someone
Today too and the day after tomorrow as well.
No matter how many times I’m hit
Or fall
I just wanna see the morning sun!
Hey Yankee Boy
Yankee Girl
I’ll take care of it, so
I won’t let your future ever be sullied!