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Character: Kyouichi Saionji
Series: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Character Age: 17
Canon: Do you enjoy making dramatic speeches in shadowy elevators to the ominous sounds of organ music? Are spinning roses, phallic towers, and gratuitous symbolism your idea of the perfect surroundings? Have you ever wanted to pull a sword out of someone's chest and have secret duels for the ultimate goal of revolutionizing the world? If you answered yes to all of these questions, then the Ohtori Academy Student Council may be right for you!
Saionji is the vice president of this illustrious group, and an excellent example of what happens when a giant ego and an inferiority complex meet. His personality can be summed up with reasonable accuracy by the time-honored phrase "tried so hard and got so far but in the end it didn't even matter," or, alternatively, "bitchy uke." Years of playing second fiddle to his best friend have left him bitter, angry, and prone to fits of melodrama. However, somewhere, buried underneath layers and layers of dickery and moodiness, there is a fabulous dork who really wants to be a chivalrous, handsome prince (if only to prove that he can). He's just... very bad at it. In his spare time, Saionji enjoys midnight egg-frying sessions in the woods, drawing sparkling fanart of himself, and indiscriminately backhanding people.
[Note: Much in the manner of a twelve-year-old girl, Saionji keeps an exchange diary with the Rose Bride, Anthy. The terrible art? Is canon.]
Sample Post:
My dearest Anthy,
Barely have I left the halls of Ohtori Academy, and already our separation begins to cast a dark shadow across my heart. It seems as though it was only yesterday that I left you, when in truth it was... well, I suppose if one factors in time spent in transit, and the fifteen hours that must be subtracted for-- oh, damn you, International Date Line! Mocking me by standing in the way of poetic metaphors -- why must you be a thorn in my side?!
. . . But never mind that; I suppose I can be gracious enough to put a small matter of semantics aside (for now). As promised, I have begun to chronicle my time here; thus, when I return, it shall be as though we never parted.
I should begin by enlightening you in regards to the circumstances I have been thrust into. There is a certain ambiance about this place... something I can't quite put a name to. "Unnatural," I think, is an apt way of describing it. (I realize that there are, periodically, minor difficulties in fully processing the written word -- so when you imagine me saying unnatural, I want you to imagine me saying it with all of the disdain I can possibly muster. Which is a lot.) I am referring, of course, to having our orders handed down to us from mysterious unseen people in power, along with the utterly pointless rules that we're meant to follow unquestioningly. With the laws of physics being more like guidelines, people swapping bodies left and right, and purple simians who seem to have it out for me... well. The saying goes, "there's no place like home," but aside from the architecture, I can't tell much of a difference.
I must admit, however... I never imagined that I would miss the scent of roses so much. Even the sweet-smelling fruit of the lemon meringue pie that blooms year-round in the shrubbery here could never compare. Ah, and speaking of flora, I am suddenly reminded of something that I must attend to; while I hate to cut this correspondence short, I have to see a man about a "love flower." Wish me well... my thoughts are with you!
xoxoxo,
Kyouichi Saionji
P.S. Enclosed, you shall find my rendering of my imminent victory against the beast that dwells in the lake. Although even artwork as immaculate as my own pales in comparison to the spectacle that this will surely be, I trust your imagination to fill in the rest of the details.
Voting went here @ 93.3% (56 in/4 out). ONE MORE OUT-VOTE THAN TOUGA!!1! >:(
Series: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Character Age: 17
Canon: Do you enjoy making dramatic speeches in shadowy elevators to the ominous sounds of organ music? Are spinning roses, phallic towers, and gratuitous symbolism your idea of the perfect surroundings? Have you ever wanted to pull a sword out of someone's chest and have secret duels for the ultimate goal of revolutionizing the world? If you answered yes to all of these questions, then the Ohtori Academy Student Council may be right for you!
Saionji is the vice president of this illustrious group, and an excellent example of what happens when a giant ego and an inferiority complex meet. His personality can be summed up with reasonable accuracy by the time-honored phrase "tried so hard and got so far but in the end it didn't even matter," or, alternatively, "bitchy uke." Years of playing second fiddle to his best friend have left him bitter, angry, and prone to fits of melodrama. However, somewhere, buried underneath layers and layers of dickery and moodiness, there is a fabulous dork who really wants to be a chivalrous, handsome prince (if only to prove that he can). He's just... very bad at it. In his spare time, Saionji enjoys midnight egg-frying sessions in the woods, drawing sparkling fanart of himself, and indiscriminately backhanding people.
[Note: Much in the manner of a twelve-year-old girl, Saionji keeps an exchange diary with the Rose Bride, Anthy. The terrible art? Is canon.]
Sample Post:
My dearest Anthy,
Barely have I left the halls of Ohtori Academy, and already our separation begins to cast a dark shadow across my heart. It seems as though it was only yesterday that I left you, when in truth it was... well, I suppose if one factors in time spent in transit, and the fifteen hours that must be subtracted for-- oh, damn you, International Date Line! Mocking me by standing in the way of poetic metaphors -- why must you be a thorn in my side?!
. . . But never mind that; I suppose I can be gracious enough to put a small matter of semantics aside (for now). As promised, I have begun to chronicle my time here; thus, when I return, it shall be as though we never parted.
I should begin by enlightening you in regards to the circumstances I have been thrust into. There is a certain ambiance about this place... something I can't quite put a name to. "Unnatural," I think, is an apt way of describing it. (I realize that there are, periodically, minor difficulties in fully processing the written word -- so when you imagine me saying unnatural, I want you to imagine me saying it with all of the disdain I can possibly muster. Which is a lot.) I am referring, of course, to having our orders handed down to us from mysterious unseen people in power, along with the utterly pointless rules that we're meant to follow unquestioningly. With the laws of physics being more like guidelines, people swapping bodies left and right, and purple simians who seem to have it out for me... well. The saying goes, "there's no place like home," but aside from the architecture, I can't tell much of a difference.
I must admit, however... I never imagined that I would miss the scent of roses so much. Even the sweet-smelling fruit of the lemon meringue pie that blooms year-round in the shrubbery here could never compare. Ah, and speaking of flora, I am suddenly reminded of something that I must attend to; while I hate to cut this correspondence short, I have to see a man about a "love flower." Wish me well... my thoughts are with you!
xoxoxo,
Kyouichi Saionji
P.S. Enclosed, you shall find my rendering of my imminent victory against the beast that dwells in the lake. Although even artwork as immaculate as my own pales in comparison to the spectacle that this will surely be, I trust your imagination to fill in the rest of the details.
Voting went here @ 93.3% (56 in/4 out). ONE MORE OUT-VOTE THAN TOUGA!!1! >:(