Solace

As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

I, too, would be afraid if the moofia came after my family.

K: Misconceptions

I know exactly how to begin.

:D

K: Misconceptions

Yeah. Saito just has fun doing bad stuff sometimes, though. It's his character.

His enjoyment of doing bad stuff is purely for his own fun. He decided to help form the Red Clan because he wanted a family. :o

K: Misconceptions

Name:
Saito Iwasaki

Age:
Twenty-one years old.

Role:
Second-in-command of the Red Clan

Occupation:
Full-time co-leader of HOMRA

Appearance

Hair color: Hazel
Eye color: Blue
Height: 179 cm (5'10)
Weight: 69 kg (152 lbs)

Skills:
As a high school dropout, Saito may not be the brightest individual in Japan, but it would be incorrect to label him as blatantly unintelligent - he was smart enough to maintain his grades in order to remain a member of his numerous extracurricular activities. During those school years, he was a noteworthy member of the fencing club, and was second only to its star fencer, Cho Sasagara.

Saito was also a chief member of Ashinaka's varsity basketball team, and led the team during his last year before dropping out, leaving with a tournament victory under his belt.

Powers & Abilities

Red Aura: As a Red Clansman, Saito is able to conjure and manipulate the chaotic, fire-based Red Aura. He can cloak the crimson flames across the blade of his weapon, or even his own hands, to deal a destructive increase in damage to individuals, establishments, and other foreign auras. Saito, being the second-in-command, exerts a masterful authority over the Red Aura.

Personality:
Saito is an odd fellow with no clear definitions. Priding himself as the rebellious and daring co-head of the Red Clan, he is a wily individual possessing a disrespectful manner of speech that is yet to result in his tongue being cut off.

Outspoken and vocal about his opinions, Saito largely emphasizes the greatness of the Red Clan, and is disconcerned about affiliates of the rival clans. He dislikes being labeled as a single trait, and strives for an exciting life with no barriers, enjoying the adrenaline from commiting bad deeds. Naturally, Saito harbors a hatred for the other clans attempting to persecute them.

That goes without saying, Saito is not heartless like many would assume about the average criminal. He is selfless and devoted to his fellow clansmen, always offering to keep them entertained through his treks across Shizume City. He hates to be addressed formally, and prefers to be called by his first name with no honorifics - this has led to him creating nicknames for the people that he meets.

Biography

The childhood of Saito Iwasaki was a rough patch. As the youngest of three sons who were over ten years apart, his family lived in the poorer district of Shizume City, and was subject to poverty. Six years into his life, both his father and mother were laid off from their jobs, which made the family of five desperate. His father, along with his two older brothers, decided to fight their fate and resorted to planning grand-schemed heists in order to provide for the family.

The crime stint between his father and brothers did not last long. After an attempted robbery of a bank failed and resulted in the death of two police officers, the trio were cornered by the authorities, and sentenced to life imprisonment for all of their combined felonies. This left Saito and his mother on their own, and without his father's pride to prevent it, the two sought the help of a relative, and they were taken in.

Moving into the middle class sector of the city was a perfect time for Saito to begin his education. During his first year of elementary school, he met Cho Sasagara, of whom he became quick friends with. He flew through the many years of school alongside her, and when he hit junior high, he heard many rumors of a genius who had skipped many grades and was already on their way to even more advanced education.

Saito was well-liked all throughout his school years; he was popular among all of his classes, dated several girls, and primarily, involved himself in the fencing club and basketball team when he entered high school. Though he lost out to Cho in becoming the best fencer in the club, basketball was his talent; he had become the team captain by the end of his second year.

Life was great for the boy who had seemingly turned his life around with all of the positivity surrounding him, though, the home phone ringing on a curious morning changed everything once more. Saito was told that his mother had been involved in a car accident after a police cruiser chasing a getaway car crashed directly into her own vehicle, instantly killing her upon impact.

After the phone call, Saito stopped going to school completely, and cut off communications with the outer world. He withdrew from society and became a hikikomori, staying inside his house all day and playing video games. Eventually, his relatives took notice of this, and attempted to force him to change his ways back to normal for the sake of his own life; he refused, and ran away from home.

Saito was left on the streets, afterwards. No one had come for him; not his relatives, not his basketball team, not even his childhood friend bothered. He had become a vagrant in the flesh, and at seventeen years old, he had a fateful meeting with Shusuke Kamishiro. The two became fast friends, and he learned that he had been the genius that spawned all of the rumors during junior high school.

Inevitably, Saito was forced to return to school, where he came to find out that everything that he had worked for had vanished. His membership of the fencing club, his spot on the basketball team; he was to be held back another year. Learning this, he made the decision to drop out completely, and left Ashinaka High School for good during his junior year, angry that Cho had come too late. Soon after, he became Shu's first clansman, and the two of them formed what is now the Red Clan.

Other:
- Saito's birthday is May 11th.

- Saito was raised with dominant laterality in his left hand, but since then, has become ambidextrous.

K: Misconceptions

Quick question that I beg to be answered really soon.
How long has HOMRA been established in the RP? In the anime, it was at least eight years before, but I just want to make sure because I want my character to have been a member since its creation (or rather, closer towards its creation).

Also, would you mind if I had him be a longtime friend of Shu (what he'd call him) as well? It would kind of explain how he is trusted enough to be the second in command. :D

K: Misconceptions

Demon Shinobi said
With the amount of KHR I'm seeing... it makes me want to do a KHR RP...*Shakes head*No... It never works out Q_Q

You'd be surprised. It's working out for me (GM of one). It's just a little slow cuz we're all busy.
Also, my character that I'll finish today. Can I make him the second in command of the Red Clan? :D

As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

I made her watch Clannad.

:)

K: Misconceptions

I'll begin making my character tomorrow after school.

As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

"Now that we have all gathered, allow me to hold your attention for a few moments as I explain the premise of this meeting."

Hajime cupped his hands together as his eyelids slanted, a pair of resolute viridescent irises peering towards no individual in particular.

"Pass this around as you listen."

Dear Cyril,

Okay, seriously, why am I writing A LETTER? It's 2032 for christ sakes. You woulda thought paper and pencils wouldn't exist with all the technology the world got, but nope, government thinks that kids actually want to learn if they're actually using them over technology... then again, I do feel for them a bit; if I had a tablet in a classroom and the teach wasn't looking, I'd be helping myself to some hot chicks or games or some shit.

Oh fuck, I forgot I was still writing this. Uh... hey! Now, you might have noticed that something in your house is missing... or someone. Oh, by the way, your milk went bad two days ago. Just saying. And I ate the rest of that meatloaf as well, but it came out like five minutes later, so uh... make sure to use the air freshener when you go to the can. I also happened to notice that your family believes in the invisible fat man in the sky... well, long story short, I took a big brown angel. Also, no drinks?! Aren't you like, going into high school or some shit?! God damn! I pity da fool!

Fuck. Trailed off again. Okay. Focus. Breathe. Woo. Okay, got it. Okay. ANYWAY. You might have noticed that your house is a little different, and someone is missing. Yes, your aunt... well, forgot her name, but your aunt nonetheless. I had a little help from someone special in the Vongola, and you know who? The boss helped me arranged all of this. So you can thank him for me before you come after me. That is, if you do come. If I were you, I'd be shitting bricks too, but unfortunately for you, I'm the dude behind the gun, and you're the one who's in front of it.

Back to the point, Cyril. You might recall a certain famiglia that you left years ago... no? Does the word 'Birra' ring a bell? No, not beer, you don't have any. Do I need to spell it out for you? Wait, I'm writing. I forgot, I DID spell it out for you. Shit. Well, there you have it. Yes, Cyril, I'm from the Birra Famiglia, and I have one mission; make sure I bring back some part of your body as proof that I killed you.

But don't think I don't know what you look like. I mean, with all the tech, it's pretty easy to trace footsteps, but I say it's just my sheer awesomeness as a hitman. That doesn't mean you haven't seen me, either, though... shamefully, you have seen me. Remember Michael? That tall, handsome Americunt? Yep. That was me. But dude... real talk... HOW IS THAT ANNOYING WAPANESE KID TALLER THAN YOU BY AN INCH? What was his name... Daisuck? The Rightning Guardian? Jesus man!

Now, I might sound a little threatening, I know, but take it from my point of view. I feel bad for you, man. You ain't cut out for this mafia business, but you were brought in by that-- wait, I had a Daisuck moment.. or was it Daisuke? Whatever, fuck Japanese names. I forgot you were born right into the Birra, so you were in the mafia from the start, so no need to blame the Vongola for that. Only need to be angry at your dad for producing you and your mommy for not swallowing you.

Man, your fridge is literally empty. Does your aunt go grocery shopping once a week or something? No wonder why you're shorter than that Wapanese kid. Nutrition's important, dude. I know that and I dropped outta school years ago. That's pretty sad, but whatever. This generation of kids is fucking retarded, anyway; boy-band loving moms and fat people really fucked it up for us in the 1990s and 2010s. God damn Americunts. If I was in charge, I would make it illegal to be overweight. Maybe that'll solve our fuckin' issues. Then again, I already make a living out of killing people, so who the fuck needs to be a president or whatever to do that?

Now, I can't help but notice that you're still reading this letter. I know, I know... but I'm only into girls. Instead of reading, I would be, uh, training? What do those clams do these days when something like this happens? I'm pretty sure you get hit by a train or two? I don't know? Nah, I'm just kidding... but for real, you really don't need any. It's not gonna help you or me at all. Just gonna make the inevitable prolonged, man. I just want to leave this shitty excuse for a town, already. It's full of rats, and it smells like the shit in your toilet that won't flush.

Okay, I'm done with this letter. Just so you know, I'm by myself, because I'm strong enough to kill all of you in time to be back home for dinner. I'll be at that fancy school building that you'll be going to in the fall for god knows how long you'll take to get here. Your aunt for your life. Don't worry, there'll be no witnesses, I already paid a visit to the school and gave the janitors the salary of their lives... if you catch my drift. But anyway, go plunge that toilet and stock that fridge okay bye

Fuck signatures
Bill Clinton

"I apologize for the lack of a prior warning, but this is an emergency assembly based around the events of last night," Hajime explained as he removed the folded letter from his pocket and passed it to the person towards his right, cupping his hands as he ignored the fresh plate of breakfast sitting in front of him. "Typically, Sonya will arrange these councils and I would not be present, but as mentioned before, this is an emergency."

Hajime's gloomy expression contrasted the seemingly joyous bunch, and as the letter was passed from one individual to another, he watched as each smile slowly morphed into distress and fear. "As each of you come to possess the letter that I have passed on to the next, you will see that we have an issue; simply put, Cyril's aunt has been kidnapped."

After waiting a few moments to read the scattered reactions along the table, Hajime continued. "Last night, I returned to the headquarters of the Vongola to seek a possible compromise with Decimo in order to secure Miss Leggieri's release from her captors, but there has been an... unexpected development," he cringed at his own emphasis on desperation, biting his tongue. "Vongola Decimo has declined my request for assistance on this matter, and has placed the responsibility into your hands, as well as voiding my direct involvement to aid you."

Sitting on the seat towards Hajime's left, Daisuke began to tremble, paralyzed with fear after receiving the letter last. "Dad..." he stuttered a few times before producing the one-syllable address. "Does that mean... you can't..."

"Yes," Hajime replied, seemingly painful to respond. "That means that in the instance where she is to be rescued, I am not allowed to assist in said rescue."

"But, we're just kids!" Daisuke said, scratching is neck nervously. "We can't... fight people from the mafia... they'll kill us!"

Hajime closed his eyes in frustration. "He has also ordered that Sonya be unable to directly influence the outcome of her rescue, but as your tutor, she will be your trainer."

Daisuke returned the letter to his father with frantic hands, slowly picking at the foundation of his breakfast as his fearful eyes focused on the surface of the table. "Vongola Decimo has stated his reasoning as a means of preparing you, the candidates, for your futures as the eleventh generation guardians of the family. His resolve is absolute and unarguable..."

Hajime opened his eyes and clicked through the interface of his watch, the final click enlarging the screen to a hologram display as they were greeted by the Vongola Famiglia's emblem. He swiped through numerous screens before arriving at a particular display titled, "Database", and proceeded to load it onto the hologram. From a previous search, the life-size body of a mafioso appeared as a three-dimensional model, the hologram of the boy projected from the watch spinning slowly to show his physical appearance.

Beside the hologram, was a small profile that included his name, family of association, age, weight, and the like.

VONGOLA DATABASE ENTRY |VC0710-2015| said NAME: VINCENTE CLETO
DATE OF BIRTH: 07/10/15 (AGED SEVENTEEN)
FAMILY: BIRRA // VONGOLA
RANK: THIRTEENTH BOSS CANDIDATE // STORM GUARDIAN CANDIDATE
SEX: MALE
HEIGHT: 181CM (5'11)
WEIGHT: 71.6KG (158LBS)
HAIR COLOR: BLACK
EYE COLOR: RED
NOTES: SUSPECTED INVOLVEMENT IN THE DEATHS OF NUMEROUS MAFIOSO BOSS CANDIDATES UNDER DISGUISE. HIGH VALUE TARGET. EXTREMELY VOLATILE - CAUTION IS ADVISED.

"From the traces of biological evidence left behind that I have collected, this is the individual that is responsible for the kidnapping the Cyril's aunt," Hajime looked past the hologram and at each of the children's faces. "By any chance, have any of you seen this boy recently?"

As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Generally, there are no turns on who should post. It should just be done if someone hasn't done so (meaning I should but I'm in school right now so it's not possible).

I typically like to post less so I can get you guys more characterization; not posting shouldn't be a form of characterization. I also do it less because my posts, if you haven't noticed already, tend to be lengthier for the sake of trying to develop characters at the same time as developing the plot and pushing it forward.

That being said, posting should be done as much as it doesn't involve only two people and leaves others out if they wish to also do the same. It should just be a thing that's done.

Anyway, I'm not in the best of moods. I'll try to have something tonight, but if not, there's tomorrow.