Takeshi Matsuzo

[Takeshi Matsuzo]

Takeshi Matsuzo

Type: Original
Age:17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crushes: None...
Face Claim: Usui Takumi from Kaichou Wa Maid Sama

Appearance:

Takeshi is a somewhat taller, serene faced boy with golden hair that seems to fall on his face perfectly. He stands at five foot eleven with broad, swimmmer's shoulders and lightly tanned skin from working outside. He's bright green eyes always seemed piqued with interest and have that feeling as though he could look right through you if he wanted to. Takeshi is pretty muscled and is shows lightly underneath the school uniform. Takeshi has a taunt face with a straight nose and thin lips. His eyes are definitely his best feature though.

He wears the Ouran Uniform quite well for someone who is a work-program student. The lavender isn't his color and he's not fond of the the tie or neatly pressed slacks, but he makes do. Not one to want to stand out, Takeshi makes sure his blazer fits like everyone else's and that his slacks aren't showing his ankles. He wears the tie only a little bit lose, for fear that he'll suffocate himself. He cleans up pretty well.

Whenever he has the chance to get out of the uniform, like when he's working, Takeshi wears a plain white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled back and tan pants. They have a little wear and tear(certainly kept in better condition than his normal working clothes not used at Ouran) but he manages to keep them clean despite working in the garden pruning rose-bushes. If he's not working, you can find Takeshi in normal commoner's clothes, namely a jacket and scarf with jeans if it's cold and a plain graphic tee and cargo shorts if it's warm. He's not one to make a big deal over what he looks like.

Personality:

Takeshi is a very laid-back guy who seemingly has no interests in anything or anyone. He does well in school and is gifted at swimming, both things that the general public doesn't really know. Takeshi's secretive and believes that no one should know of his past, making him a quiet character. To most people he's just anti-social and stuck-up, while in reality Takeshi belittles himself and believes others to be better.

Takeshi isn't only talented at swimming, but he can cook and take care of plants as well. Being born to a commoner hasn't stopped him from trying to achieve his dreams of going somewhere far away from this town, to get himself back with the family he had to leave in Canada. He's hard-working and serious most of the time. He chooses to spend his time in the garden looking after his 'babies' or playing violin when no one is around. He doesn't seem to want a relationship and generally avoid the company of all these rich people, claiming that they wouldn't like him if they got to know him.

Secretly Takeshi is very self-conscious of himself and that's why he prefers to be alone while practicing his talents. He's afraid that no one would think him good enough to go anywhere, so he keeps it secret. In reality, Takeshi could probably go somewhere with his talent, but fear keeps him back. He acts bored with these rich people, but in actuality he's studying them. Besides money, he wants to know what makes them so different from the likes of him; what makes them tick. After all, if the world is supposedly run by them, he should know how to manipulate them. Secretly he's trade his roses for a girl who would love him any day; but with the way girls act at this school, Takeshi doesn't dare try to court one.

Takeshi lives with, and loves his aunt and uncle who took him in two summers ago. He feels as though they are the only truly good things in his life at the moment and constantly praises and thanks them for their generosity. After being practically disowned by his family of resturant owners in canada, he decided to get away from it all and moved to the town where his aunt and uncle lived. Because of their generosity Takeshi aspires to go higher in life, and feels that he needs to be that nice to everyone; as his extended family was to him. So he has a generally nice disposition, but if someone hurts his roses, the dams will break and the wrath of Takeshi shall prevail.

History:

When Haru Matsuzo, a wealthy chinese restaurant owner caught sight of the fair-headed french-canadian woman named Jacqueline, he didn't hesitate to pursue her. The two soon eloped and settled down in Toronto. Soon they gave birth to Kazuo, their very chinese-looking son. They loved him, depsite marital disputes on how to raise poor Kazuo. Kazuo grew up in a household full of fighting and bickering.

It was only natural that when Takeshi came in the picture that Kazuo acted that way to him. Haru was appalled at this blonde-headed, green-eyed boy who looked nothing like him, or his mother. They both had brown eyes and Jacqueline sported dark, auburn hair. Haru began to suspect that his wife had uttered her sweet nothings to another man who caught her eye, and it didn't take long before the marriage came to an end. Takeshi was only six at the time when the split happened. Jacqueline, who indeed had an affair with an english entrepreneur while he was in town, took Takeshi away to the town of Quebec in another territory. Takeshi was far away from the only other family he had.

Growing up with only his mother had lasting affects on Takeshi, who instead of learning how to play soccer and hanging with other boys his age, had learned how to play violin and cooking. She told him of far off lands where magical things happened, such a story-teller she was. Takeshi never met his real father, and growing up with his mother had persuaded him to take a hatred of Haru and how they both were treated. Not to mention Kazuo; Takeshi could only recall painful memories of Kazuo inflicting harm upon him.

Takeshi was taught the values of life by his mother, but their time was short. By the time he was 14, She had contracted lung cancer from smoking(a pack a day) and was soon emitted to the hospital. Haru never came to visit her until the day before she died. Unlike him, Takeshi came to stay with his mother everyday after schooling and often retold the stories that she told him, looking for a weak smile on her flushed face. He knew that she wasn't going to make it. The doctors told him and his grandmother Diedre this about a month into the hospital visits. Jacqueline had contracted meningitis. Her brain was literally drowning in it's own fluid.

When Haru and Kazuo came to visit her before she died, Takeshi could not stand to look at them. His ever-increasing hatred of how he and his mother were treated served as the berlin wall between the two. Haru wasn't his father, but he was half-brothers with Kazuo, something that Takeshi wished weren't so. They exchanged meaningless pleasantries and let the room grow cold with silence. Before long, Kazuo spoke up.

"She is nothing now, Father. I don't see why you waste your time visiting a woman who caused you all this pain!" Kazuo spat out as he headed for the door. Takeshi's anger flared. The pain Haru endured? What about his mother, who was left with nothing, not even visiting rights to Kazuo? What about him, who had took all this weight on his shoulders? They had no money after the divorce. Nothing. She had to work two jobs just to pay the the essentials like clothes and the bills. Takeshi knew that this was not the time to confront his brother, while his dying mother lay on the bed sleeping.

"Kazuo, hold your tongue. We are leaving now!" Haru said as well, casting Takeshi a curious glance before he turned towards the door. Kazuo already left in a huff. Turning back around to his mother, Takeshi took her hand, only to jump in his seat when Haru spoke again.

"Looks like I'll be seeing you soon." Haru said simply as he shut the door. Confused, tired and scared of life without his mother, Takeshi teared up and cried that night. The next day Jacqueline passed while Takeshi was telling her a story of magical elves who fixed things with their music. That night he was sent to Haru's house.

From then on the broken shadow of Takeshi lived with Haru and the golden-child with a deamon heart, Kazuo. Takeshi seemed to not care about anything, spending his days taking care of the flowers his mother planted so long ago at the suburban location. Through that act, he felt closer to his mother, and it helped to relieve the anger he felt towards Kazuo and life in general. He bid his time and anger, trying to keep himself from attacking his brother. Kazuo was a bad person, but he didn't deserve the pity he'd get if Takeshi attacked him.

Even Takeshi could not keep his peace for long. One day after overhearing Kazuo talk about his 'whore' of a mother and those 'stupid' bushes out back, Takeshi lost it. He subsequently tracked Kazuo down after dinner when his father was out and initiated a fight. Kazuo had two years on him and height, being 17, but Takeshi was quick and agile. They were evenly matched and kept fighting until Haru came home. Apalled at his two sons, He quickly stopped the fight and sent Takeshi to his room. Kazuo was tended to and listened to by Haru, while Takeshi nursed his wounds with whatever he found in his room. He fell asleep soon after.

It was not long the next day before Haru told Takeshi how he was moving to Japan to live with his kazuo's and Haru's distant relatives. They were not related to Takeshi in any way, but had no children and therefore welcomed the step-son of Haru. Takeshi had no choice in the matter and was soon flying overseas. Upon arriving in Japan, he was astounded to find these relatives of Haru's so nice and welcoming. It was like a dream, or a story his mother told. These people didn't think he was insane or crazy or mean for trying to injure Kazuo. They listened to him and respected him. Takeshi didn't really know what to expect.

Living in Japan was quite different than Canada, but Takeshi was always a fast learner and picked up the language with little difficulty. He learned his way around their town and soon acquired a job tutoring little kids in english, one of the languages he knew besides japanese and french. He got good marks in middle-school and upon his aunt's urging, applied for a work-program scholarship to Ouran High School, the place where the rich went. Because of his already great speaking skills, past experience in gardening and willingness to work hard, he was granted the position of a gardening assistant. Takeshi had never been so excited, and has worked hard to keep the position ever since. Now in his third year, the prospect of leaving the bushes scares him, but he knows he must one day.

Controller's Information

Nickname: Toshio
Age: 16
Gender: female
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How Did You Find Us?: by secret ninja skills (your affiliate on FYE)

Sample RP:
I don't know if you guys accept posting templates here, but here's a post I wrote two days ago.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, height: 500ps; width: 450px; background-image: url(http://questgarden.com/78/94/2/090324173857/images/hough_waves31.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 20px, btable][cs=2] Forgiveness can be given when you think it can't with every passing second comes a second chance...
[atrb=style, height: 310px; width: 325px; -moz-border-radius: 20px] It's just not my day. Hiro thought to himself as he pushed open the door to a modest looking cafe. He hated leaving his mother at the house, or mansion as it seemed to the two of them, but he just had to get out. Hisao was treating him no better than the dirt beneath his patent leather loafers and Hiro could only take so much arrogance before he had to call it quits. He had up and left the house and wondered around town a bit. I couldn't bring myself to tell him how I really felt either. Mother would've been heartbroken to know that her two boys weren't getting along. Shaking his head, Hiro slid into stool at a table facing the busy street and continued to think to himself. I'm sick and tired of Hisao's crap! But what can I do? Father would never believe me over his golden child and it's not like I can bring myself to tell mother. I'm out of options. It's not like I can just poof my anger towards Hisao away with a swish and flick of my wrist! If I confront him, he'll go running to daddy dearest and I'd be getting the boot. Sinking his head into his hands, Hiro exhaled a low sigh. He was confused. He wanted to be the nice guy, but Hisao was dredging all the evilness out of him. Hiro couldn't escape until they started university. Hiro planned to go wherever his step-brother wasn't. Just then the waiter came up Hiro and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. Giving the waiter one of his weakest smiles, Hiro ordered a simple tea with some embellishings. Sub-counsciously he ordered his mother's favorite drink, A Chai tea. Though Hiro didn't care for them much, she had always taken the time to make them some during the cold nights or upsetting ordeals Hiro went through as a child. In a way, Shiori had made Chai tea his comfort drink. The waiter simply gave him a nod and trotted off with a vacant expression, so Hiro decided to stare out the window contemplating his predicament. The cars rushed by, some slowly down to change direction, while others sped up, so eager to get to their destinations. Did the drivers really control where they were going? Or in the end, was it the cars that decided the final resting spot? Did they take the most efficient way? Or the most scenic? What about himself? Did he chose his own path in life? Or did he follow what was predestined? How do you know what was predestined for you? It's not like you get a nifty little letter telling you you'll be a doctor when you grow up. Hiro thought about it some more, vaguely realizing that he had to retrieve his drink. "Am I the driver or the car? Who really has control anymore?" Hiro wondered out loud as he grasped the hot cup with a pale hand. Recoiling a bit from the heat, Hiro never took his contemplative gaze away from the slightly smudged windows as he once again took his palm to the cup. He knew that he needed to find out who he was soon, lest Hisao win and turn all of his positive energy to anger. Somewhere inside Hiro knew that he couldn't move on with his thoughts about Hisao and the family until he decided if he was the car or the driver. Or where I take my turns and stops at. Hiro thought as he touched the drink to his lips. It took him a moment, so focused was he, to realize that this drink, this abomination wasn't his chai. Sitting the drink back down on the table, Hiro tore his glance from the busy street and looked at it. He felt a strange buzz going through him and gave a shudder. If this was expresso, I'll never get to my nap today. Hiro thought, suddenly missing the feeling of falling asleep as he stood up. He couldn't drink anymore of it. His comfort drink was the chai, not the expresso. Walking up to the counter, Hiro found one of workers and explained his predicament. He got about a forth of the way explaining to the man about his drink when someone else interrupted them. Hiro whirled around at the touch of this other person on his shoulder with wide eyes as the stranger spoke. "Hey, I believe this is yours," the dark headed teen said as he held out a much more chai looking drink towards Hiro. "I guess I accidentally swiped it from the counter. You can have it back, I promise I didn't drink much." The boy sheepishly said as he kind of half-laughed, half growled at Hiro. Giving the boy a polite nod, Hiro took his drink and held out the the other that he had received. "Think nothing of it, man. It happens to the best of us." Hiro exclaimed, clapping the other boy on the back; making the hot drinks slosh a bit. After the boy took his drink, Hiro took a cautious sip to make sure it was his chai tea. As soon as the flavorful drink hit his mouth, Hiro gave a sigh and swallowed. That's comfort right there. Hiro thought as he faced the boy. You're drink is hot as well, but do not mind mine. I can tolerate most heat. While we're standing here, we might as well introduce ourselves, because frankly, I've seen you before. Do you go to Ouran?" Hiro asked as he motioned the boy back to his own table. The accident had actually left him in a better mood, and he felt like a good conversation between strangers was in order. Maybe the dark headed boy could tell him whether he was the driver or the car...	[rs=2][atrb=style, width: 110px]
[atrb=style, height: 100px] Words: 1010 Tags: Cafe; Ryan; Life Notes I hope you like overly nice strangers. Credits: Hope for Every Fallen Man - Relient K; Template by Toshi of FYE

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