Background: Seiichi's family background is a bit peculiar, though most of his family is from a Russian descent. His mother is Japanese, who married his father, who is from Russian descent. He grew up in Illinois with his family and attended school there, though he moved to LA to attend college and get a degree in film making.
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 pounds
Looks: He has a fairly long face with pale skin, dark brown hair, brown eyes and neatly combed hair. He has an average build, which is neither slender nor large.
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Personality: Happy, outgoing, though most of the time calm. He can be on the quiet side, though, he'll always try to start a conversation with others. He can get extremely shy under criticism and feels awkward.
Clothing: Scarves, scarves, and more scarves (he has an addiction, hot California weather doesn't matter). When he isn't covered in those, he'll probably just wear a hoodie or a short sleeved shirt.
Job: Assistant director at a small movie studio, though he films things in his free time.
Relationship Status: Single, but he's hesitant to date based on past relationships. He refuses to film romantic type movies since he believes it isn't that easy to find true love.
Hobbies: Spending days out on the city shops, walking around with friends or alone, filmmaking, drawing or sketching (even if it's not the best), binge watching random videos.
Sexuality: Unsure of it.
Random Fact: Seiichi is not fluent in Japanese whatsoever. In fact, Russian and English were his first languages and he has a tint of a Russian accent. He is currently learning Japanese, though, he's only a beginner in it.
--- Roleplay Scenario: Lights, Cameras, Action! Those are the few words you've always wanted to hear in person. However, all it seems is that you've achieved is that you're standing outside a filming studio, watching actors speak. You sigh slightly as you lean against a wall and watch all of this go down. You suddenly tense up and let out a yelp as you feel a hand on your shoulder. The man nervously laughs, looking at you. "My apologies. Did I startle you?"
