SAITO, natsuki

[Natsuki Saito]

*natsukiryokosaito!


}watashi wa saito natsuki desu!~

*whoyoucontrol!

full name: natsuki ryoko saito
nicknames: natsu, suki
age: 17
birthdate: 10 October 1991
sign: Libra
grade: 11
canon or original: Original

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*lookscankill!

hair: My hair is constantly changing, yet it still has the pin-straight, thin texture. Right now it is currently an auburn color but I was born with black hair and for many years it was kept very short. However now my hair seems to change next to daily. Temporary dye is my best friend. I use plenty of colors but it all depends on my moods. Of course I wouldn't have my hair in some wild color such as blue or pink...Only somewhat natural looking...Ah, but it's a mystery what I'll do every day. Oh! I also like using hair accessories. Perhaps a bit too many for people's liking.
eyes: I have very dark, what one would consider slanted eyes. However, next to my parents my eyes are rather big and more round. I wonder where I get it from. I must admit my eyes, if they were a little bit bigger, would not be proportionate on my face. I do like them, though. In the light my eyes look a very havana-ish brown, but without much light they are a liquidy black.
nose: My nose is much too small from a side view but proportionate when someone is looking at me straight on. It has very natural dips and doesn't have any flaws minus the size. Okaa-san says it's a button nose but I don't agree...I'll cope with what I was given.
lips: My upper lip is smaller than my lower lip, but my lower lip is full enough to hide that flaw. They get chapped very easily and I'm constantly reapplying my Burt's Bees. It's annoying...Apparently they don't have the ability to keep most for more than a short period of time. However, when I do put lip gloss on they look nice...Usually. When they decide to not dry up or blister.
complexion: I've got nice complexion, however, I've got a birth mark under my left eye. I've got pale, clean complexion that tends to dry out (like my lips). My dermatologist said my body doesn't produce enough oils and I also have trouble sweating. It isn't fun and I'm taking natural supplements to try and help my skin out.
body: I'm very thin, however, my thighs and legs are HUGE thanks to the fact I ride. It would be nice for them to still be muscular but not to the point where I have to wear basketball shorts when I'm wearing a bikini so that no one has to see how strange my legs (especially my thighs) are in contrast to my body. I do wish my bust size would increase though...Ah, such is the fate of an Asian girl.
distinguishing features: Well, I'm Asian and that's enough. I'm short and loud, with a strange accent and a high-pitched giggle. I tend to wear bright colors too, but usually what confuses people is the many styles of my hair.
style: My clothing is very much the street fashion of Tokyo, harajuku. Colors and accessories are my best friends. However, I am a jeans and tshirt girl when it comes to being at the barn or relaxing. I'm not one to get all fancy dressed up though. One could also classify me as a lolita-raver, but I just like calling my style...My style!
played by: Aya Hirano

*removethatmask!

likes:

• Horses
  
• Daydreaming
  
• Colors
  
• My Culture
  
• Gackt
  
• Drawing
  
• Trail Rides
  
• The Beach
  
• Horse Shows
  
• Sugar
  

dislikes:

• Thunderstorms
  
• Loud Noises
  
• Emo fashion
  
• American music
  
• Italian food
  
• Chongas
  
• Gaining weight
  
• Bitter foods
  
• Not getting to ride
  

strengths:

• Outgoing
  
• Kind
  
• Gentle
  
• Good with children
  
• Humble
  

weaknesses:

• Easily taken advantage of
  
• Low self-esteem
  
• Her skin condition which causes her to easily dehydrate and overheat
  
• Gets panic attacks somewhat frequently
  
• Sometimes a bit too eccentric
  

fears:

• Her horse getting injured
  
• Heatstrokes
  
• Losing the privledge to ride
  

goals:

• Going to WEF
  
• Winning money classes
  
• Finding a cure to her problem
  

secrets:

• Somewhat intimidated by boys around her age
  
• Got seriously injured by Trouble on a night ride and didn't tell anyone. She broke a rib and when she went to the doctor's a week later she refused to say anything about it in fear that her parents would no longer let her ride.
  
• She stole a good amount of money for her parents to "save up" for a new saddle.

general personality: Natsu is very down to earth. She is calm, however, her dress style is the exact opposite. She says colors reflect her bubbly, kind personality. You know what's on her mind by the way she dresses up (and the way she dresses her horse). She is very creative and imaginative and sometimes drifts off into dreamland, causing her to seem rather spacy but she always clarifies situations with a warm, pleasant smile. She was raised with proper etiquette and her politeness sometimes gets annoying. She apologizes more than she should. She would be classified as the giant teddy bear out of everyone.

Saito-chan has her moments of immaturity and competitiveness. Her sugar intake usually adds to this. She has what seems to be endless energy and because of that she doesn't need to do much to stay in shape, which adds to her boredom. She results to riding and drawing, which take up most of her days, especially in the summer. When it comes to school she slacks off and usually sleeps in class. However, she is smart enough to keep up with (most) of her studies. It is a wonder she passes with decent grades with the amount of effort she puts into class. Not enough to make honor roll but not lacking enough to fail.

*homesweethome!

mother: naomi saito • 41 • stay at home
father: satoshi saito • 45 • attorney
siblings: sho saito • 13 • student, chihara saito • 9 • student
pets: miyu • 5 months • tabby cat
hometown: osaka, japan

*waybackwhen!

history: Being the eldest of three children and living in a decent sized flat outside of Osaka wasn't the easiest thing to do. At that time, both parents were working and it was only Natsu and her brother Sho. At that time he was a toddler and she was in her first few years of school. Her mother got pregnant with Chihara and that's when they decided to move to the US. At first they were living in Florida and the economy worked well there and both parents made money and the children got a good start in school, and then when the timing was right they moved to a spacious property out in the middle of literally nowhere.

That's where Natsuki's passion started. Her mother had owned Arabians for most of their life until Naomi moved to Osaka with Satoshi. So they had a six stall barn and two paddocks out back. And there he was, he came free with the property. At the time she was 9, and a fat little Shetland was galloping around the paddock, his name Toby. So Naomi used him for pony rides for her two seemingly horse-crazy kids. After two years of walk-trotting Sho got tired and found go-Karts to be his passion. However, Natsuki was determined. Then came Notice, the first real show pony that Natsu would receive.

The mare, at the time, was five. Hackney/Arabian, crazy, but both girl and mother would train up with young Chihara screaming and walking around the paddock on little Mr. Toby who was too old to care about anything. Notice did the hunters well with Natsuki but the first time she went over a small pole with the young mare she immediately decided she was done with Arabians and onto showjumping warmbloods. So then Naomi decided to find a nice show barn in the area. A barn called Golden Stirrup was what appealed to the two the most. Chihara took on Notice when she turned 5, and she was the one who took to the Arabs.

So after retiring Toby, the hunt for a nice show horse for Natsuki began. They picked an experienced Swedish Warmblood gelding who took her around her first Short Stirrups classes and she showed him until she was 13 and they sold him to another little girl who did the same thing. However she decided to take him down to their family's ranch so he could be used for trails until he decided he no longer wanted to work. Until she was 16 her family decided to lease her horses until she was strong enough to take on the challenge Naomi got when she was the same age: Training a young horse up to win.

So along came Trouble. He was a Westphalian gelding, a bit lanky looking, but boy could that horse jump. She got him at the age of 6, so she could start showing him but not at the heights she'd prefer to. He wasn't named Trouble just for fun. He was a brat when it came to flatwork and loved to fight his rider. Yet her soft hands and strong legs made him learn to obey...Most of the time. Natsuki usually did meditations and yoga with him before shows to calm the both of them down and surprisingly her ideas worked for the young horse. Almost two years have passed and his eight birthday just passed and Natsuki will be turning 18, and the two are still going strong with the support from her family.

*talenttospare!

roleplay sample: Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy 7

The roar of Fenrir’s engines as the bike came to life awoke the mako-colored eyes of the male. Spiky blonde hair was whipped in the breeze as the dark figure sped down the wasteland that was once full of life, full of energy. Perhaps that was why he steered clear of this place for the most part. Memories of the past were something he lived on, the smiles of all of his friends when everyone was together, the times of peace when he didn’t have to worry about anything bad happening was something he craved. Oh, to be a child again would be great but then again he was terrified of his peers and what they thought of him. It was something to this day that he still got touchy about. Very self conscious about himself and it was something he sometimes cursed. He would love to indeed be able to exert himself sometimes like his friends would. But then again sometimes they went too far.
But those dreams were crushed just like the little snail that had gotten in the way of the sheer power of Fenrir. For once, winter had not brought any harsh weather, only air-conditioned sunshine on a clear day. His sunglasses were essential to keep the bright rays of sunlight out of his eyes. Then again the male got conscious, thinking the bright sun over the cold, unforgiving looking city that was Edge which was coming up fast was an omen that something life-changing was going to happen that day. Of course he knew otherwise, today was just going to be a normal day. It always ended up being that way. The vibrating of his phone in the pocket of his dark pants made him slow his bike down to a halt, one of his boots which barely passed his ankles hitting the ground to support his weight and the bike.
He flipped open his phone, now getting into the habit of actually answering calls. “What?” Of course, everyone who knew him was used to this response but his annoyed face faded and went pale, as if he had seen a ghost. “Alright…I’ll swing by a nearby pharmacy and see what they’ve got in stock.” With that, his phone was flipped closed and put back in his pocket. There were times he hated having to be ‘Dad,’ but then again it was necessary for him to pull his weight around the house. If not Tifa would have his head but then again he enjoyed the fact that she seemed to care about him so much. Then again, he sometimes was annoyed that she seemed to want to do everything for him. Do his laundry, cook him meals, make sure he had everything.
He was a grown man; he was capable of doing things on his own. He didn’t need her to constantly be there ready to wipe his ass if he needed it. Then again he’d smirk when she offered to do little things out of the way. To be honest he had grown out of his childhood crush and only saw her as a close friend, even a tool to tame his lust every now and then. But recently he had not wanted the affection or attention of anyone at all. Perhaps he was growing out of craving such. His wants and his needs changed over time and he hated how no one seemed to respect that. A few minutes of daydreaming, sitting out on a hill overlooking the dark city of Edge made him realize a few things; most of them were that he was missing Zack and Aerith and would trade anything at this point to get them back.
Zack was almost like a big brother to him, and during his time in SOLDIER the two seemed inseparable. Aerith…Aerith was absolutely amazing to him. But he had let Sephiroth kill her. That was one thing that he could never forgive himself for. He could never forgive himself for letting them both down. But then again, his mind wandered to Tifa, Marlene, and Denzel. His new family needed someone to support them even if he couldn’t support himself. With an annoyed sigh he started up Fenrir again, tensing up as he heard the engines spring to life and he sped off towards Edge. Cloud had a new determined look on his face to look for a cure to Marlene’s sickness. A bit of the flu, Tifa had said, and there wasn’t anything immediately in their stores of medicine to help ease the symptoms. So off to the store was “Father Cloud” to fetch medicine and some immunity boosters for Denzel. The ride was long, even longer with the sun beating down on him when it was in the highest point of its arc across the sky, and since he was in black sweat started to form on his skin, the moist glow being the only hint he was starting to overheat just a bit.
The ride into the city was a long one even though the city was just a few miles away from his starting point. Perhaps the fact it was so bright and so congested once he got into the city itself added to problems. Edge had not changed one bit. Buildings creating a canyon, making him uneasy already as he drove through the main part of the city, stopping into the pharmacy. He entered like a ghost, ignoring the looks he got from the people as he went to the cold remedies, picking up a box of children’s anti-flu symptoms serum and a few immunity boosters for the rest of them, paying for them with a hefty amount of Gil, speeding off to the bar with a rather helpless look on his face. He was late. He always was late to the most important happenings.
Perhaps that is why Cloud was always so fearful when it came to approaching Tifa and the rest of his friends and family. Vincent was the only real person who seemed to understand. Well Aerith understood too but sometimes he would ask himself if he was only daydreaming to cure his want for his old friend’s motherly care. As he parked his bike, he slowly walked to the door, pausing for a moment before opening it. Here came the barrage of unhelpful comments from Tifa and whoever else was there. Fun.

*thepuppetmaster!

name: zazabelou
age: turning 15 in a week <3
years of roleplaying: 6
password: accepted

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*this lovely plot page was made by canter of white pages. steal and die.

[[T a n g o]]

I will give you a hint on where the password is. It is in something that scrolls. =]

[Natsuki Saito]

Found it.

[[T a n g o]]

ACCEPTED
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