Sanyo Takeo
Apr 26, 2017 12:21:00 GMT -7
Post by Sanyo Takeo on Apr 26, 2017 12:21:00 GMT -7
B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Sanyo Takeo
Bloodlimit: N/A
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 69kg / 153lbs
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Birth Country: Kaminari no Kuni
Village: Kumogakure no Sato
Language(s):
- Common
P S Y C H O A N A L Y S I S
Appearance
Standing at Six foot and a hundred and fifty three pounds, Takeo is a shinobi of normal stature. Overtly, there is nothing about his stature that concludes itself to be impressive among Shinobi-folk. He bares a rather slim frame, muscular; yet nothing that appears to tell he is a Taijutsu user. His hair is a bone white, almost like porcelain yet product in his hair keeps it out of the way of his face, spiky and pulled back, it reveals his features.
At nineteen, he is nearly a fully grown adult with sharp jawline rather than squared, a pointed nose pulled slightly higher: giving him the look of someone with a slightly pinched face. Everything is in normal proportion: glistening yellow eyes to match his weird stoic look, almost akin to a cat. He does have facial hair; primarily sideburn/mutton-chop like hair on his sides, but is otherwise clean shaven.
His attire is quite simple as well: his hit-ate is found on his head, bearing the Kumogakure symbol, though the shape of the hitate is warped slightly to create a house looking peak at the top end. His general "every day" attire is comprised of a black jacket, black sleeveless (pulled to around his throat which shows off his shoulders), skintight suit that covers up to his thighs. He then wears a white hakama; parachute pants. Lastly, tabi, inside black boots.
Other attempts at an appearance is one that utilizes a jacket, full jacket; interchanged, full shirt, or casual (out of work) stuff simply known as a tee, jeans and shoes. In formal situations, he can be found in a Gi and Hakama. This is rare.
Personality
■ Pragmatic ■ Placid ■ Ascetic ■ Precise ■ Methodical ■ Helpful | ■ Unimpressive ■ Opportunistic ■ Amoral ■ Compulsive ■ Venal ■ Egocentric |
Takeo is very much an adult. His personality is intrinsic to his upbringing, and some genetic factors which influenced the decisions he made: and liked them. Then there were things in his history which shaped his own thoughts, aided by that of the people he learned from- but their code of ethics did not apply to Takeo. Takeo is a bit of an enigma, who is generally quite quiet, seems boring and unimpressive or one of the background characters, and that's exactly how he likes it.
Takeo is grown up in his desires: full of lust, opportunistic and amoral; he bares very few ethics, such as doing things which benefit him, showing a disregard for civilians and not harming them because simply, they don't put up a fight. It is boring. Takeo as a shinobi does listen to his superiors when it benefits him, but otherwise works in a way that allows him as much maneuverability as possible. Most of his orders, he carries out without much betrayal so far as the action is concerned, otherwise relationships are just tools.
Ethics are extremely problematic for Takeo. In some circumstances, he can understand why telling the truth is necessary. Again, he also knows that telling the truth can be indirectly revealing unwanted information, so more often than not Takeo would rather remain silent. He is not above lying: but does not find it necessary at most times. Takeo is compulsive, things in his life are perfect: he understands that other people are not, but does not care about them. If his life is perfect, his room is orientated: that is fine. Anything out of place? Anger.
Takeo is vengeful. Rather than report to an authority about being wronged, would much rather give it back twice as hard, looking the person in the eyes while they get beat- or watching their life drain from their eyes. In terms of killing, Takeo prefers a minimalistic and "no tears no screams" way of killing, though gains a large gratification in showing that superiority of "I can kill you before you even know I'm here" as a mode of thought.
All in all, Takeo is disciplined as a Shinobi, capable of taking orders - that doesn't mean he wouldn't put his own twist on things. Takeo is an enigma.
Background
Sanyo Takeo was born on a relatively warm summers evening, surrounded by family and friends of the family in a joyous occasion. Such was the family tradition that each child would be given their own name day and party to go with it, with gifts denoting their to be "future" everything was all completely well. Born at a healthy weight, Takeo was going to have a good childhood. On his birth and being no older than an hour, had met most of this immediate family while his mother rested, before being placed to her bosom to feed - during this, Takeo remained silent, with his small crop of white hair.
Takeo was always a quiet child, with such a large family of twelve siblings, it was never a quiet household. But this did not mean Takeo was ever unloved: in fact they were getting on harmoniously. His father was a proprietor; dipping his hand into a few different things. The eldest three siblings helped out their father in this manner. The mother however was a dedicated housewife, cook, glorifed "everything-woman" and all was well.
Takeo had a good childhood. Growing up, everybody celebrated doing different things. Takeo was always the quieter child among his siblings (likely being the youngest, yet no lesser favoritism had been given to him). He had yet to decide what it was he wanted to do.
One of his siblings he did not get on with, however, as brothers, and the 11th Son, closest to Takeo, were the ones who would go out playing a lot more than other people. There was a river near their home, and so most days they would spend out there; whether by swinging on a tree into the river, or chilling there doing school work - while they did not get on, they were brothers.
That was, until Takeo drowned him with his own hands. It was an act of impulse, they were at the river and alone, as they had been for quite some time as the siblings left the home to move, or help their father, take on businesses and the like: and that left them. After an eventful few weeks of escalating pranks, tensions reached it's all time high when at seven years old, while in that same river, arguing, Takeo out of physical impulse pulled on his older brother's head and dunked him under - holding him there until he was lifeless.
Knowing what he did; shocked Takeo. But it did not bother him. In fact, he rather liked the gratification. That shocked the young boy of only seven even more. Understanding what he had done, began to drag the boy down river until the current grew stronger: before letting him go and letting that be the end of that. He hoped.
The next few days were spent in a frenzy in trying to find the boy who had gone missing, until that was the water bloated carcass had been found a week later; its figure unidentifiable yet frame reminiscent of that sibling. Though, nobody could prove it was Takeo, blame fell to the boy and he was indirectly ostracized, while his mother cared for him and did everything necessary, it felt there was less love there. Nothing that they could prove.
It did not help that Takeo had sparked a moral debate, making him question his epistemology as a product of impulse, growing an interest in the hurt. He began to torture animals, and letting the river take them as well: if anything, he thought he was doing a service - stray cats were not wanted, right?
This went on for a few years, Takeo becoming more conniving as a result, a growing lust for violence pushed him towards the Shinobi career: if anything it would help get him out of the household even faster. This was where he began to learn morals, and despise them. The code of conduct; especially that of the unspoken kind began to bug his brain. At twelve, the boy began to train. With aid of other people - whether by civilians just "bodybuilding" or by joining the shinobi academy and being forced to do taijutsu, there was no agreed concept of what made Takeo devote himself to it. It was thrilling, the heart pumping and feeling: the harshness of it all. But he despised moral codes but obeyed them; not because he wanted to but because he had to. He had to fit in. Just for now.
Takeo liked finishing things efficiently. The young boy began to plan out his days, the root of his compulsion and need for perfection. Nothing in his room was out of place, so he knew what to grab at what time and what move to do next and where to go and what to study. Everything was clear in his mind so when he moved monotonously he could think about the higher things. Philosophy: why were things they were?
He began to like killing. It was quite easy for the first body, but there was a bloodlust. It was not filled by killing innocents: it itched at him. He got nothing from killing them. They couldn't fight back. He needed to become a Shinobi in order to do it properly. For the thrill.
So he trained to be a Shinobi even more. It did not take all too long, his body becoming more and more trained: this was when he began to pick up weapons. He liked throwing them: and so he went to a dojo. Some of them were okay, but as long as they proved he was learning and growing stronger- did not matter. He had to satisfy his need. Keep things in order. Keep the kills clean. They had to be clean in mind and spirit, they needed to die effectively. This was the start of even more. A bigger history.
The conflicts within Kumogakure and the cyber-people whatever they were brought to his attention the need for shinobi: he would be able to filter into the ranks. That would be good.
What a good childhood.
Takeo was always a quiet child, with such a large family of twelve siblings, it was never a quiet household. But this did not mean Takeo was ever unloved: in fact they were getting on harmoniously. His father was a proprietor; dipping his hand into a few different things. The eldest three siblings helped out their father in this manner. The mother however was a dedicated housewife, cook, glorifed "everything-woman" and all was well.
Takeo had a good childhood. Growing up, everybody celebrated doing different things. Takeo was always the quieter child among his siblings (likely being the youngest, yet no lesser favoritism had been given to him). He had yet to decide what it was he wanted to do.
One of his siblings he did not get on with, however, as brothers, and the 11th Son, closest to Takeo, were the ones who would go out playing a lot more than other people. There was a river near their home, and so most days they would spend out there; whether by swinging on a tree into the river, or chilling there doing school work - while they did not get on, they were brothers.
That was, until Takeo drowned him with his own hands. It was an act of impulse, they were at the river and alone, as they had been for quite some time as the siblings left the home to move, or help their father, take on businesses and the like: and that left them. After an eventful few weeks of escalating pranks, tensions reached it's all time high when at seven years old, while in that same river, arguing, Takeo out of physical impulse pulled on his older brother's head and dunked him under - holding him there until he was lifeless.
Knowing what he did; shocked Takeo. But it did not bother him. In fact, he rather liked the gratification. That shocked the young boy of only seven even more. Understanding what he had done, began to drag the boy down river until the current grew stronger: before letting him go and letting that be the end of that. He hoped.
The next few days were spent in a frenzy in trying to find the boy who had gone missing, until that was the water bloated carcass had been found a week later; its figure unidentifiable yet frame reminiscent of that sibling. Though, nobody could prove it was Takeo, blame fell to the boy and he was indirectly ostracized, while his mother cared for him and did everything necessary, it felt there was less love there. Nothing that they could prove.
It did not help that Takeo had sparked a moral debate, making him question his epistemology as a product of impulse, growing an interest in the hurt. He began to torture animals, and letting the river take them as well: if anything, he thought he was doing a service - stray cats were not wanted, right?
This went on for a few years, Takeo becoming more conniving as a result, a growing lust for violence pushed him towards the Shinobi career: if anything it would help get him out of the household even faster. This was where he began to learn morals, and despise them. The code of conduct; especially that of the unspoken kind began to bug his brain. At twelve, the boy began to train. With aid of other people - whether by civilians just "bodybuilding" or by joining the shinobi academy and being forced to do taijutsu, there was no agreed concept of what made Takeo devote himself to it. It was thrilling, the heart pumping and feeling: the harshness of it all. But he despised moral codes but obeyed them; not because he wanted to but because he had to. He had to fit in. Just for now.
Takeo liked finishing things efficiently. The young boy began to plan out his days, the root of his compulsion and need for perfection. Nothing in his room was out of place, so he knew what to grab at what time and what move to do next and where to go and what to study. Everything was clear in his mind so when he moved monotonously he could think about the higher things. Philosophy: why were things they were?
He began to like killing. It was quite easy for the first body, but there was a bloodlust. It was not filled by killing innocents: it itched at him. He got nothing from killing them. They couldn't fight back. He needed to become a Shinobi in order to do it properly. For the thrill.
So he trained to be a Shinobi even more. It did not take all too long, his body becoming more and more trained: this was when he began to pick up weapons. He liked throwing them: and so he went to a dojo. Some of them were okay, but as long as they proved he was learning and growing stronger- did not matter. He had to satisfy his need. Keep things in order. Keep the kills clean. They had to be clean in mind and spirit, they needed to die effectively. This was the start of even more. A bigger history.
The conflicts within Kumogakure and the cyber-people whatever they were brought to his attention the need for shinobi: he would be able to filter into the ranks. That would be good.
What a good childhood.
