[Open] Shinjuku Academy Paranormal Investigation Club

Name:
早坂, 一郎
Saotome, Ichiro

Age:21

Gender:M

Height:
6'1"

Biography:

The Saotome family never had much to begin with, clearing themselves from the mud at a very early life to a moderate living halfway throughout it. People often say they chose to wait, but for the Saotomes it was quite literal, it took until they finally had enough to settle down a tad for them to ultimately bless the world with their firstborn. Ichiro, they named him accoedingly. Although working even harder to keep the chubby little black-haired kid fed and entertained, Osaka's new proud parents never once forgot to smile when arriving back home.

Ichiro grew a curious and energetic kid, yet due to his proper education and ideal parents, such dangerous blend did not explode in the face of his teachers, who often showered him praise for his easygoing and very bright mind. Truth be told, as every child, tests were the bane of his existence, yet gazing upon the starry eyes and pearly smiles of his parents must have subconsciously altered the boy into legitimately caring. Top of the class, surrounded by friends, and a rather decent sportsman. It seemed Mr. & Ms. Saotome could never have asked for more.

Except life is filled with surprises.

The grey sky poured down that day, crashing against the windows of their newly-acquired family car. Or perhaps it didn't rain at all, although Ichiro could swear he still heard the droplets. He was 13 at the time, coming back from his weekend judo practice. He was sleeping on the leftmost side of the car, perhaps what saved his life, as only a metallic crackle would wake him up enough to see hell before sleeping a while longer.

Scars crossed his body now, for all to see. A physical glimpse into the broken mind of a toddler. The funeral was dreadful. The prospect of moving to Tokyo with his grandparents even moreso. Alas, there was nothing he could have done, not as if reluctance would matter anyways, instead he just let life guide him.

Tokyo was a wider place, filled with all manner of life. His grandma had a fairly run-of-the-mill place, grandpa had passed away before Ichiro ever met him, and now she shared it only with an useless uncle or two. Grandma Hana always saw that same brightness in the eyes of her adored grandson, even if the police escorted him back for the seventh time a month after being caught "disturbing the peace" or whatever the case.

Children were cruel. Scars on your face, no parents, a blank look on your face. Ichiro was lucky the cops never arrested him while he found new ways to "vent". Problem was, word got around, and soon others are scared shitless, so Ichiro found himself all alone again, an outcast that had no company other than other blockheads wanting to let out frustrations through a dance of fist and blood.

His grades dropped swimmingly.

His uncles managed to convince his grandma to spend more than she could.

He was called a leech a couple times.

So he decided to find work. Whatever he could do, store clerk, cook, assistant, part-time help on the garage. Hell, he started cutting classes more often than not, learning the real world out there, meeting similar outcasts and finally forging a family of his own. One with bonds strong as iron, hammered in place by kicks and punches. Life was looking up again.

Graduation came, a bit late but it did. He could now focus on working two jobs at once, and so he did for a year or so. If it wasn't for granny's sudden lecture he would still be doing just fine, dragging along life and paying whichever bills she had to get paid. "Wasting his life away" she said, "enter college" she said.

Well, this was his second year of completely wasting it. He had found a decent late night shift on a ramen shop around his place - yes, he had to move - in San'ya, and the gang was bigger and noisier than ever. Still, college was a pain in the ass, with all the clubs and whatnot. So he decided to half-ass an application to enter possibly the laziest club there was, and he had been skipping meetings for a gooooooood while now.

Still, it's always good to know you have a back-up room for a smoke or two, eh?

Favorite Horror Flick:The Evil Dead 1-3 (duh)

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