Saizo

Name: Saizo
Callsign: Whisper
Age: 22 years
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 72 kg

Likes:

· Silence and solitude on assignments
· Good black coffee (bitter, no sugar)
Rainy nights are the best camouflage
Spicy dumplings at a roadside eatery
When your partner isn't being stupid (happens once every six months)
· Comfortable shoes that don't squeak

Dislikes:

· Noisy and talkative partners
· Sweets and milkshakes
· Bright sunlight
· Traitors (executes without discussion)
· Long instructions before ordering
· When a client tries to bargain
· Cats (allergic, although he doesn’t show it)

He's a determined and courageous man. He's been working as a hitman for four years now, and during that time he's become accustomed to death and loss. He's cold-blooded, and his colleagues are more of a burden and a distraction to him.

Saizo's character

Basic features

Saizo is a professional with four decades of experience, and these years have forged him into a cold, calculating weapon. He doesn't kill out of cruelty for the sake of cruelty—for him, the death of a contract client is a working tool. But over the years, he has developed a cynical philosophy: "The world runs on blood, and I'm just collecting taxes."

Attitude towards partners

Saizo plays dangerous games with his partners. He doesn't openly hate them, but he doesn't feel affection either. His "bullying" is a kind of survival test.

This is what it looks like:

He might "accidentally" fail to cover his partner in a firefight, then say with an icy grin, "You're reacting too slowly. Fix it," and move on, even if the other guy has a bullet in his shoulder.
If a partner steps into a trap, Saizo won't rush to the rescue—he'll stand and watch, and then make a demand: "Be thankful I didn't leave. You have thirty seconds to get out."
He believes that partners who die "accidentally" are a faulty delivery. It's not his problem that the center sent a weakling.

Why does he do this?

In reality, this cynicism masks weariness and disappointment. Saizo has lost too many people in four years—and he's realized the only way to avoid going mad from further losses is to not get attached. But he can't completely suppress his humanity, so his "bullying" is a twisted concern: if you survive with me, you're worthy.

Physique
Saizo has a strong, wiry, and toned physique. His chest and shoulders are well defined, indicating a seasoned fighter accustomed to physical exertion. His posture is upright and his movements confident, characteristic of a man always prepared for danger. He is muscular and tall.

Cloth
His style is deliberately casual, practical and “dark”.
Top: Black sleeveless tank top that reveals part of the chest and collarbone.
Cape: A light-colored (white or cream) cloak or haori with black trim is draped casually over the shoulders. Black hieroglyphs are visible on the left sleeve of the haori.
Bottom: Loose dark trousers, belted with a wide black sash (belt), which can also be used to carry weapons.

Hair
Saizo has dark, thick, medium-length hair. It's slightly tousled, with strands falling carelessly across his forehead, giving the appearance of someone who doesn't have time to style it.

Eyes
The gaze is cold, piercing, and focused. The eyes are dark, outlined in shadow, giving the face a stern and somewhat detached quality. They convey experience and a lack of emotion—the hallmark of a professional killer accustomed to hiding his feelings.

Saizo doesn't consider his childhood a tragedy. It just happened that way.

He was taken to the Shadow School at the age of five—not kidnapped, but by his parents themselves, for a good fee. They fed him, taught him, and provided a roof over his head. In return, they asked only one thing: to be the best. Saizo proved capable—he had the patience, composure, and a natural ferocity that had helped him survive more than once.

By the age of nine, he was already calmly accepting the rules of the game. Food fights? Normal. Training until your blisters were bloody? He'd seen worse. He quickly realized the main thing: whining wouldn't help, but a sharp blade and a cool head certainly would. By the age of twelve, Saizo had become the best in his class, not through pain and tears, but through calculation and character. He simply turned out to be smarter and tougher than the others.

He was released at eighteen. He completed his first job to perfection, got paid, and decided that life was, basically, a success. He enjoyed his work, his boss wasn't breathing down his neck, and he didn't dream of corpses—what more could you want for happiness?

He's twenty-two now. He's not a psycho, not a broken killer, and not a gloomy sufferer. Saizo simply does what he does best. And gets paid well for it. He doesn't like partners—they get in his way, they're slow, and they die at the wrong time. But if he gets a smart one, Saizo might not "accidentally" set them up.

Maybe.

In this organization, everything is anonymous. Management wears black masks. The workers don't know the clients—their names or appearances. The workers, except for their partners, don't know any other workers either. Everything is completely anonymous. They simply receive notifications about meetings, and at the meeting, a masked man discusses the client (the one paying) and the "customer" (the thing to steal/the one to kill).