⋆.˚ Zenith Santigero .ᐟ
Place / Date Of Birth : Pattaya City, Thailand, January 2006 13th.
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Mexican [50%]
Thai [50%]
Signature Scent :
Montale Paris - Chocolate Greedy
“Theme” Song :
Break From Toronto - Spotify
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[Chapter 1 - Birth]
Zenith Santigero was born in Pattaya City, Thailand, in January of 2006. His last name, a remnant of Mexican heritage, one he would find himself learning of more and more as he got older, but never really part of the reality he was raised in. Formative years were difficult—parents, who couldn't give for him, did the desperate thing and put him into foster care. Since childhood, Zenith's life had been determined by forces far beyond his control.Place / Date Of Birth : Pattaya City, Thailand, January 2006 13th.
Current Rank :
Extra Info :
Appearance :
Nationality :
Mexican [50%] Thai [50%]Signature Scent :
Montale Paris - Chocolate Greedy
“Theme” Song :
Break From Toronto - Spotify
Backstory :
[Chapter 1 - Birth]
Having been brought up in care, Zenith was acutely aware of the ways in which he was unlike the other children. His part-Thai, part-Mexican background—his father had been Mexican , his mother Thai—made him somehow never part of either culture. He was never Thai enough to be counted among them, and his Mexican heritage was a strange, un-familiar thing to him. In a world where everyone conformed, Zenith was always an outsider and never felt like he belonged.
Zenith as a child had experienced the bitter taste of rejection. It wasn't just that he looked different; it was the hushed comments, the pointed stares, and the veiled hints that he didn't belong. He was habitually standing outside the perimeters of groups of people, more of an outsider than a part of the population. Not only the kids in school, but the world, in general, made him feel like he belonged in between and not to either side of where he came from.
In spite of the estrangement, nevertheless, Zenith found his niche in the world. He never had a road, per se, but he made do. His experiences, though painful, made him stronger. He came to understand that being different did not mean he was lesser—being different made him unique. His heritage, once puzzling to him, was now something that he could be proud of. Over time, Zenith came to embrace his identity, not something to be hidden, but something to be part of him.
As he got older, Zenith's experience was no longer about fitting into a world that didn't wish to include him and instead more about how to accept himself. He learned that belonging in real life wasn't about living up to the ideals; it was about getting to know and accept the mess of who he was. His childhood was replete with tribulations, yet it also equipped him with the resilience to make his own meaning and identity. It was one of self-realization, whereby he learned that no matter how much the world would attempt to label him, the most essential thing was being in harmony with himself
[Chapter 2 - Growing Up]
At 16, Zenith Santigero made the bold decision to leave his past life in Pattaya, Thailand, and move to Karakura, Japan, in an attempt to begin again. His half-Thai, half-Mexican background had always made him feel like a foreigner, and he hoped that Karakura would give him the anonymity and liberty to begin again.
When he arrived, however, the solitude lingered. No matter his linguistics, however, he simply couldn't form a connection with his Japanese classmates. His history, even half-removed as it was from his own, still rendered him apart. Acceptance, he had discovered with his experiences as a foster kid, however, had to occur inside. Far from withdrawing into himself, however, he engaged with school studies and activities in full, courting opportunities for interaction without burdening himself with the need for belonging.
Years went by, and Zenith came to realize that home wasn't fitting in anywhere—it was learning to accept himself for who he was.
[Chapter 3 - Down Fall / Turning Point]
The longer Zenith was in Karakura, however, the loneliness that had accompanied him from Thailand began to drive him into unsavory company. He started to socialize with children who did not care about blending in too—children who smoked and drank and disregarded the law. It was freedom at first, an escape from the confines of the past. An alcoholic beverage here and there, a shared cigarette among new "acquaintances" in the glow of street lamps.
But soon, it wasn't about the fun anymore. The people he associated with were getting into more trouble—hanging out with gangsters and getting involved in things that it was harder to back out of. Zenith got pulled in, drawn into a world where he was seen, even if it was in the worst possible way. It was the sense of belonging he'd been craving, but one at a cost.
And then one day everything came crashing down. Zenith got busted with booze and cigarettes in school, a stupid stunt that had him getting expelled. For the very first time ever, he found himself facing repercussions for his deeds. The rideout he was so sure was going to save him only worked to make everything go from bad to worse. Gazing into his situation, forced into the real world, he realized he'd lost his direction—and wasn't sure how he was going to find it back.
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