Profile: Kirihara Akaya
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non_shimobeName: Kirhara Akaya
Age: 20
Rank: B
Occupation: Butler to Tachibana An
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Appearance:
At first glance of Kirihara Akaya the words "model butler" might come to mind. Because of his family's prestige (as far as butlers are concerned) Kirihara is outfitted in the finest of suits, a black tailcoat tailored to fit a lean, yet muscular frame. The collar of his dress shirt is pinned high, a signature red bow tie knotted tightly at his neck, the mark of a Kirihara. The young butler would much prefer to be dressed in something casual, but his occupation doesn't often allow it.
Jade green eyes sit behind a vale of thick black lashes a judgmental look in them towards those who haven't earned his respect, which is most everyone.
Excerpt/Motive:
The collar was too tight around his neck, the polished shoes on his feet were uncomfortable and the vest he wore under his suit jacket made him stand straight and awkward. Kirihara Akaya reached up to adjust the knot that sat neatly at his throat, counting down the hours that he could rip this ridiculous ensemble off. How his father happily made a living out of kissing ass like this was beyond him.
Sure, he’d attended a prestigious academy for butlers, taken several classes in order to hone his skills and he knew exactly what to do and when to do it but it didn’t mean he liked it. Being born into a family of well esteemed butlers was something Akaya would never have wished for. He wasn’t obedient, had no desire to serve anyone other then himself and absolutely abhorred the idea of being having a master to serve.
Especially her.
He scuffed the sole of his black patent leather show on the marble of the foyer he stood waiting in and scowled. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he didn’t want to be here but his father had gotten sick and Akaya, who’d lost masters in the past due to his temper and sharp tongue, was on his last chance.
His flight to Germany to serve Tachibana An had come with a warning: Do well or you’ll dishonor our name. Dark brows met when he thought about it. He swore up and down he didn’t give a fuck about butlers or any of that crap but what he did care about was pride.
He would not be the demise of the legacy his family had built. He would not be the reason the name Kirihara would be blacklisted.
Cool green eyes remained trained on the door, she’d be home any minute and he would greet her like any good butler should. He knew her well, had watched and studied her because he had to. Tachibana An, age twenty recently divorced and hiding in Germany from a past nobody would wish on their worst enemy. She was an idiot for getting herself into a mess like that, he thought then straightened when he heard a car pull into the front drive.
It was show time. “Welcome home, Tachibana-sama…” His back was stiff as he bent forward in a bow, emerald hues looking up at her through fringe and thick eyelashes. A smirk had already made its way onto his mouth as he took her in. By all appearances she was a stupid girl who would pretend she couldn’t do anything for herself just like all the rest of them.
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If you guys have any questions about him, just post here and I'll reply with an answer! I hope this give you some insight to him. :)
Age: 20
Rank: B
Occupation: Butler to Tachibana An
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Appearance:
At first glance of Kirihara Akaya the words "model butler" might come to mind. Because of his family's prestige (as far as butlers are concerned) Kirihara is outfitted in the finest of suits, a black tailcoat tailored to fit a lean, yet muscular frame. The collar of his dress shirt is pinned high, a signature red bow tie knotted tightly at his neck, the mark of a Kirihara. The young butler would much prefer to be dressed in something casual, but his occupation doesn't often allow it.
Jade green eyes sit behind a vale of thick black lashes a judgmental look in them towards those who haven't earned his respect, which is most everyone.
Excerpt/Motive:
The collar was too tight around his neck, the polished shoes on his feet were uncomfortable and the vest he wore under his suit jacket made him stand straight and awkward. Kirihara Akaya reached up to adjust the knot that sat neatly at his throat, counting down the hours that he could rip this ridiculous ensemble off. How his father happily made a living out of kissing ass like this was beyond him.
Sure, he’d attended a prestigious academy for butlers, taken several classes in order to hone his skills and he knew exactly what to do and when to do it but it didn’t mean he liked it. Being born into a family of well esteemed butlers was something Akaya would never have wished for. He wasn’t obedient, had no desire to serve anyone other then himself and absolutely abhorred the idea of being having a master to serve.
Especially her.
He scuffed the sole of his black patent leather show on the marble of the foyer he stood waiting in and scowled. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he didn’t want to be here but his father had gotten sick and Akaya, who’d lost masters in the past due to his temper and sharp tongue, was on his last chance.
His flight to Germany to serve Tachibana An had come with a warning: Do well or you’ll dishonor our name. Dark brows met when he thought about it. He swore up and down he didn’t give a fuck about butlers or any of that crap but what he did care about was pride.
He would not be the demise of the legacy his family had built. He would not be the reason the name Kirihara would be blacklisted.
Cool green eyes remained trained on the door, she’d be home any minute and he would greet her like any good butler should. He knew her well, had watched and studied her because he had to. Tachibana An, age twenty recently divorced and hiding in Germany from a past nobody would wish on their worst enemy. She was an idiot for getting herself into a mess like that, he thought then straightened when he heard a car pull into the front drive.
It was show time. “Welcome home, Tachibana-sama…” His back was stiff as he bent forward in a bow, emerald hues looking up at her through fringe and thick eyelashes. A smirk had already made its way onto his mouth as he took her in. By all appearances she was a stupid girl who would pretend she couldn’t do anything for herself just like all the rest of them.
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If you guys have any questions about him, just post here and I'll reply with an answer! I hope this give you some insight to him. :)
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Date: 2010-11-11 03:58 am (UTC)Though he was going to reply to your comment but you deleted >.
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:48 pm (UTC)He's not "S" but he's not awful, he does still have an attitude. I guess I would put him at "B" (room to grow ♥).
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Date: 2010-11-11 04:51 pm (UTC)But B is fitting. Sanada is an S-rank and Kabaji is A. :D
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Date: 2010-11-12 02:11 am (UTC)....and back rubs.
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Date: 2010-11-12 02:14 am (UTC)He was already S when Yukimura got one of those. :p
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Date: 2010-11-12 02:18 am (UTC)No he wasn't. He was almost there. Then he got put on probation and promoted. That made sense :P
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