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Created on 2005-11-28 00:59:44 (#8900701), last updated 2006-01-21
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Basic Info| Name: | Atobe Keigo |
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BioName: Keigo Atobe
Age: 23
History:
Keigo Atobe was born a royal member of Hyoutei’s ruling class- the mercantile oligarchy. The official political body is known as the Signoria, having few members that are not disclosed to the public. Keigo, brought up in that selective inner circle was taught from a young age elegance and grace. Looking down at all those who are not royalty, there are not many people that he deems worthy of his respect. At the age of fourteen, Keigo joined the Hyoutei Military on a dare from one of his cousins, no doubt seeking the prince’s death and his inheritance. (Keigo was an only child.) Contrary to his cousin’s beliefs, Keigo fluorished in the military and he rose up the ranks quickly thanks to abundant natural talent as well as hard work. Rumored to have the capacity to become head admiral, his career in the Hyoutei Military was cut short when an accident with shrapnel nearly gouged out his left eye, leaving a long scar that goes down his eyelid. With his vision severely hindered, Atobe was moved from the Hyoutei Military to the Hyoutei Diplomats association.
From there, he picked up diplomacy with surprising ease, the courtesy and refinement coming easily to him after his upbringing. His role as a royal member increases his importance, especially in diplomatic manners. From here he was sent to monitor tp5 as the head diplomat from Hyoutei. As the head diplomat he is in charge of the relationship between all members of Hyoutei on board and everyone else. He regards this very seriously and he loves his home world passionately- almost as passionately as he loves himself. Often butting into the business of his “underlings” he has no qualms poking his nose where it does belong, after all everyone is made for the better when Atobe meddles in your business.
Sample narrative/tag:
The plush chair sank under the weight of one Atobe Keigo as he sat patiently, sipping his fine wine. Across from him a fellow Hyouteian was pouring out all of his grievances to the head diplomat. The idle chatter about Seigaku, Yamabuki, Rikkaidai fell upon deaf ears as Keigo went through the motions of nodding sympathetically.
“Wouldn’t you agree Master Atobe?” The man’s voice was thin and weedy, sounding quite pitiful in the large expanse of Atobe’s room. He was thoroughly disgusted and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“Of course.” Annoying idiots like this buffoon have no right to represent Hyoutei on this top class ship. Lying through the skin of his teeth, Keigo gave a large fake smile and commented lightly, his scar screaming out forebodingly at the poor man. “Well there has been an urgent problem that has come up on our home planet and they were looking for people to go back there temporarily to solve the job.” Keigo flashed another smile that failed to reach his eyes.
“Really, Master Atobe? Thank you so much! I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Anything for Hyoutei!”
Atobe let a smirk slide on to replace the faux smile. He liked hearing these words. “Of course, your pod is ready to go, I’ll meet you at the docking bay at 1800 hours.”
“Oh Thank you! Thank you!” wheezed the small man, bending down and kissing Atobe’s hand. Departing with a small bow, he slicked his hair back with one hand. To think, that he would be so important that Master Atobe would actually appoint him to solve a grievous problem- his friends would be so jealous.
After the man had left the room, Atobe wiped his hand disgustedly on his pants. “Idiots like you don’t belong on this ship.” He announced before picking up his communicator and texting back a message to the mainland. “Incarcerate the next person that comes back to Hyoutei from tp5.”
Age: 23
History:
Keigo Atobe was born a royal member of Hyoutei’s ruling class- the mercantile oligarchy. The official political body is known as the Signoria, having few members that are not disclosed to the public. Keigo, brought up in that selective inner circle was taught from a young age elegance and grace. Looking down at all those who are not royalty, there are not many people that he deems worthy of his respect. At the age of fourteen, Keigo joined the Hyoutei Military on a dare from one of his cousins, no doubt seeking the prince’s death and his inheritance. (Keigo was an only child.) Contrary to his cousin’s beliefs, Keigo fluorished in the military and he rose up the ranks quickly thanks to abundant natural talent as well as hard work. Rumored to have the capacity to become head admiral, his career in the Hyoutei Military was cut short when an accident with shrapnel nearly gouged out his left eye, leaving a long scar that goes down his eyelid. With his vision severely hindered, Atobe was moved from the Hyoutei Military to the Hyoutei Diplomats association.
From there, he picked up diplomacy with surprising ease, the courtesy and refinement coming easily to him after his upbringing. His role as a royal member increases his importance, especially in diplomatic manners. From here he was sent to monitor tp5 as the head diplomat from Hyoutei. As the head diplomat he is in charge of the relationship between all members of Hyoutei on board and everyone else. He regards this very seriously and he loves his home world passionately- almost as passionately as he loves himself. Often butting into the business of his “underlings” he has no qualms poking his nose where it does belong, after all everyone is made for the better when Atobe meddles in your business.
Sample narrative/tag:
The plush chair sank under the weight of one Atobe Keigo as he sat patiently, sipping his fine wine. Across from him a fellow Hyouteian was pouring out all of his grievances to the head diplomat. The idle chatter about Seigaku, Yamabuki, Rikkaidai fell upon deaf ears as Keigo went through the motions of nodding sympathetically.
“Wouldn’t you agree Master Atobe?” The man’s voice was thin and weedy, sounding quite pitiful in the large expanse of Atobe’s room. He was thoroughly disgusted and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“Of course.” Annoying idiots like this buffoon have no right to represent Hyoutei on this top class ship. Lying through the skin of his teeth, Keigo gave a large fake smile and commented lightly, his scar screaming out forebodingly at the poor man. “Well there has been an urgent problem that has come up on our home planet and they were looking for people to go back there temporarily to solve the job.” Keigo flashed another smile that failed to reach his eyes.
“Really, Master Atobe? Thank you so much! I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Anything for Hyoutei!”
Atobe let a smirk slide on to replace the faux smile. He liked hearing these words. “Of course, your pod is ready to go, I’ll meet you at the docking bay at 1800 hours.”
“Oh Thank you! Thank you!” wheezed the small man, bending down and kissing Atobe’s hand. Departing with a small bow, he slicked his hair back with one hand. To think, that he would be so important that Master Atobe would actually appoint him to solve a grievous problem- his friends would be so jealous.
After the man had left the room, Atobe wiped his hand disgustedly on his pants. “Idiots like you don’t belong on this ship.” He announced before picking up his communicator and texting back a message to the mainland. “Incarcerate the next person that comes back to Hyoutei from tp5.”
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