[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/26693/posts/ooc?page=1#post-838692]Seto Nanzo[/url] of The Society.
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Perhaps if the eyes of the crowd were even remotely fixed onto him, Seto would've considered clapping along with the others. By now, thankfully, he had attended enough of these banquets not to raise any lasting attention. Even so, it came as a surprise to the young machinist at how quick the members here were to dismiss him. He was a Persona user which was always a cause of alarm to those hungry for power. And then there was the fact that the Nanzo group held an outstanding reputation of one of the best in the chemical engineering business; a multi-national business that still operates in the midst of this troubling times with the Shadows and all, and he was the heir to this company once his father retires. That in itself, Seto was certain, would've made it difficult for the greedy pigs from taking their attention from him. The fact of the matter was that he nearly killed everyone here on his 'coming of age' ceremony, obviously long forgotten by the perpetrator himself. That incident had ironically labelled him as incompetent and an easy target once he claims his father's business.

Seto's attention went back to the stage as an old man stepped into view. Todd... or... what was his name again? He did a mental headshake, unable to remember, but in any case he observed with indifference as the 'star' of today finally received the seal that will bind her to this merry group. Of course he knew what was in the box without needing to look; he was the one at that stage only a few years back, receiving the exact replica. He could clearly remember that scene much to his distaste. Within the box would be a ring, one made with gold to symbolize greed and a dove to represent their arrogance; the Society was the last organization to keep 'peace', so what else could it symbolize? 

The main event of today's banquet was coming to a close. Seto's hands went to his collars, straightening the already-tidy tie; his fingertips then slid down to his waist to pull his dark vest straight against his belt holster. Busying his hands with his attire was a habit of his, especially when they weren't in a situation to handle the cool and heavy touch of metal and machinery. Plus he saw no loss from looking his 'best'. As he mused this to himself he found his hands resting on the goggles sitting on his head. They held a glossy orange sheen, he knew, which easily contrasted to his dirty sable scalp. It was also something he liked to think of as his 'signature point'; something others could recognize him by. Unbeknownst to him, the goggles were actually the main reason his fashion sense were critiqued; there was a reason why no one wore [i]goggles[/i] with a three-piece suit, especially when the suit's jacket was still hanging in the wardrobe back in the wearer's room. Plus they were overly shined; a single step into strong light and they relentlessly attacked the eyes of anyone trying to look his way from afar. 

His part of the bargain with his parents were nearly over, thankfully - they did not mention anything about actually [i]greeting[/i] the new member of the Society. Just that he should attend every banquets and events, espeically those involved with other Persona users. Be polite to those who speaks to him. And for whatever reason, [i]never, ever let your insane Persona come out indoors.[/i] 

[i]'At least the food seems good,'[/i] he thought, moving from his initial spot to fill his stomach.