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Character Name: Sasori Series: Naruto Timeline: After he has defected from his village, kidnapped and murdered the Third Kazekage, and is on his way as a rouge ninja. This is before he has encountered Akatsuki. (Age 15) Canon Resource Links: over here~
Personality:
Sasori specializes as a puppet master. Puppetry is a form of attack unique to the Village Hidden in the Sand where said puppets are equipped with a wide array of weapons, some hidden, and most long-range. Puppeteers design their own puppets to be manipulated as they wish and hence, the process of fashioning out their puppets could be considered a form of art. Sasori, therefore, is first and foremost an artist.
However, even as an artist, Sasori stands out. He is uninhibited by limitations, taking his work to an extreme level of perfection by taking on a very twisted approach in producing his masterpieces: the Master fashions his puppets out of the bodies of his victims, retaining their original powers and abilities, tweaking them here and there to enhance their attacks or defenses, essentially turning them into his own weapons. By society’s definition, he is a cold blooded murderer, twisted beyond the ordinary because he makes art out of those whose lives he ends. And just as for any serial murderer, Sasori deserves a look into his past in order to decipher where exactly things went wrong for him and what motivates him to be who he is.
When he was younger, Sasori lost his parents to war. The loneliness and lack of parental affection resulted in him being a sad child for most of his childhood. His grandmother Chiyo helped cheer him up with puppet play, and Sasori soon took up this art form to create his first set of puppets: life sized replicas of his parents. He was only five when he accomplished this feat. Though they were not made from his parent’s actual bodies, the likeness was there, and Sasori tried to fill the void with these wooden stand-ins. Yet love and attention was not to be gained from these wooden imitations, and, disillusioned, it made him steer toward a darker path. Soon Sasori would begin to show a gross disregard for life. It was a lost cause holding on to human life when death was imminent, and it is also perhaps because of this reason that he chose to dedicate the rest of his life striving to create something treasured yet unchanging and eternal. Sasori realizes that this cannot be accomplished with a real human body and therefore converts his victims to puppets that can be modified and renovated and never decay.
An artist, striving for perfection, sees within themselves their ideal masterpiece. For Sasori, this final masterpiece would be realized when he converts every living part of himself into a puppet, discarding his human-ness and all of its fragile and impermanent attributes. According to him, “Fine art is something wonderful that is left long into the future… Eternal beauty.” And in preparation for this ultimate transformation from the mundane to the immortal, Sasori has to constantly work on killing his human-ness, which would no doubt involve killing off emotional ties with other people. He is a person who, underneath it all, is still rather wary of emotional attachments and bonds for he is aware that such things would have to come to an end someday. Therefore, association with others would be merely for the sake of gaining an advantage. Nothing personal~ If he can help it...
Sasori is also rather showy, as expected of an artist. He earned himself a terrifying name throughout the ninja nations: Sasori of the Red Sand, a title conferred upon him after his battle during the third ninja war turned the sand red with the blood of his victims.
Impatient, he constantly remarks about how he hates to be kept waiting, and also that he does not like keeping others waiting.
However, unlike your stereotypical artist driven by ambition, Sasori is not prone to displaying emotions openly. His expressions are usually as blank as those of his puppets. In the rare occasion that he does display emotion, it is short-lived. If anything, emotions are a very human trait, and something he is in a constant process of distancing himself from (although pride is something he still has to work on).
Sasori is also both cunning and intelligent. He is able to incorporate as many traps and diversions as is necessary in order to handle a tricky situation. His vast collection of puppets with all of their unique attributes no doubt gives him an edge in any battle situation. Analytical, he is able to judge an opponent’s strength and battle technique, enabling him to summon the appropriate weapons to counter the attack, making his battles as quick and efficient as possible, suited to deal with his impatience. With regards to his strength as a shinobi, Sasori was hailed as one of Sunagakure’s strongest assets. He was a member of the Sand’s Puppet Brigade, and also, around the time of his disappearance, kidnapped and killed Sunagakure’s strongest leader -- the Third Kazekage -- who Sasori turned into puppet and came to treasure as one of his favorites.
He is also well versed in and possesses great knowledge of the human body. This is seen in: a) his use of the brain-washing technique that requires the user to correctly implant an extremely fine needle into the brain’s memory center (which he used on the many people he turned into his spies after defecting from the village), and b) his mastery in concocting an array of deadly poisons that work in different ways and in different areas of the body. Sasori does not make poisons that merely kill or handicap a victim, but he also makes sure that whatever he uses will not be easily countered by a medic. His poisons are complex, and an antidote is usually hard to find before the victim succumbs to the destructive effect of the cocktail of chemicals pulsing in their veins. Precise chakra control would be required to remove the poison, and such skill is not to be seen in most medics except perhaps for Tsunade and her student Sakura (as he will find out decades later and acknowledge Sakura’s prowess in medical ninjutsu to be admirable). Some of his poisons can effectively torture a victim for days before actual death, thus also bringing out the sadist in Sasori. And it is for these reasons that there cannot have been a name more befitting him than Sasori; Sasori which literally means ‘scorpion’-- a deadly, venomous arthropod that dwells in the deserts.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ The scientist streak in him makes him dedicated to his research, and possess quite a thirst for knowledge. That being said, he is curious, but also very cautious. + Sasori can be extremely driven when set upon a goal, though more often than not, his reasons for pursuing such goals would be selfish. + He is analytical, choosing to judge an opponent’s strength and skill before jumping to any conclusions or deciding his next move. + Sasori is level-headed, and he keeps his emotions in check, not allowing them to taint his decisions. + Cunning and plans ahead. + He’s got an arsenal of ninja skills and is also an expert in poisons.
+/- He’s creative; but in a sick and twisted way... +/- He’s rather proud of his abilities as a shinobi and an artist, and taking a stab at any of these aspects singes the edges of his pride. However, Sasori is not above recognizing strengths in other people and giving them credit for it-- with every intention of besting those abilities with his own in the future, if he can help it.
- He’s stubborn in his opinions, especially about beauty and art. Challenge him in any of these aspects and he will go so far as to drop everything just to talk to you about how your opinion is delusional. (Because his, of course, is not.) - Sasori is cold and condescending, rarely sending any positive vibes in anyone’s way... - Although he would never admit it, deep down inside, Sasori is afraid of forming ‘bonds’ with other people - the only bonds he will form are not those of friendship, but those that will give him an advantage or provide him some use. He is not above using people for his means and then disregarding them. - He holds a gross disregard for humanity. - ...is something of a sadist - and is quite the show-off, but perhaps only within his means~
Pokémon Information Affiliation: Rocket Grunt
Starter: LVL 15: Skorupi Starter: Murkrow
Password: Strawberry Marmalade
Samples
First Person Sample:
So it seems I have been thrust into an organization I did not sign up for.
[ Perhaps it isn’t evident in his expression, but there’s that flat tone, and also a slight quirk of an eyebrow that signifies annoyance. This, Team Rocket Headquarters, is Akasuna no Sasori’s Not Amused face being broadcast on-- well, he did figure out how to lock the feed. Not that the expression would be very different from many of his others, but this one is here to stay for a while. ]
...And to think I had just extricated myself from another organization before I got here. At least they were more flexible about uniforms. This red lettering is unbecoming. [ He glances down at the huge R on the front of his shirt for a second before looking back into the feed. ] I don’t appreciate being a billboard for somebody else’s cheap, desperate advertising.
[ He’ll be in this corner, pursing his lips together out of vexation while a certain Murkrow and a Skorupi sort of get a little more enthusiastic about encouraging him to get on with his journey and whatnot, while the disgruntled expression only worsens. Or does it? It’s hard to tell. ]
Just tell me where I am supposed to go for this so-called training before these two try and get more chummy.
[ He’s cringing away from the creatures. Personal space. Sasori likes his space. ]
Also, what did you do with my weapons?
Third Person Sample:
The irony of his situation didn’t escape him, and the more he thought about it, the more disgruntled he became. He had just defected from Sunagakure, had murdered the Kazekage, and had been looking forward to finally walking the path that he had carved for himself. But then, here he was, thrust into some other world, stripped of his abilities – abilities that he had worked so hard for, too – and made to wear a ridiculous costume and train two overgrown critters. And all this for what? To steal more Pokémon? Sasori had never known a more superficial goal to be working towards. It was a ‘common’ goal and it didn’t appeal to him. The whole situation he found himself in now was like a slap in the face to all that he had worked for in his world. The big red R on the front of his uniform didn’t help soothe any of these thoughts away either as it reminded him of his forced affiliation with Team Rocket every step of the way.
Team Rocket. There was nothing grand about the name. In fact, it embarrassed him. He was fifteen, not five.
But if this so-called organization was willing to take him in and train him without him asking first, he was going to take the opportunity and run away with it. After all, how often did anyone agree to help Akasuna no Sasori? He was in a new world with new rules and he was starting out at the bottom rung. Sasori was never comfortable being on the bottom rung, especially not when he had always been used to looking down from the very top. He had his pride—perhaps too much of it. So, he was going to cooperate.
This is the only reason, he told himself as he read through Skorupi’s stats on his pokédex.
“…What are the odds that I would be paired with a creature from the desert?” It was more mumbled to himself than addressed to Skorupi at all. “Poison is something you and I have in common.” A beat, and then-- “And where we come from...” He seemed almost reluctant to admit it.
Staring down at his Pokémon, Sasori was just about to try and ‘discuss’ training and battle strategies with his Skorupi as best he could before they got down into the nitty gritty business of actual training when Murkrow darted overhead, returning with something shiny that glinted dully in the waning evening light. From what Sasori could see from this distance, it was a timepiece.
…And from the angry yelling in the distance, he could tell that the owner of that timepiece wasn’t exactly thrilled to have lost it.
Pulling up Murkrow’s data on the pokédex earned an exasperated sigh from the shinobi. Sasori stared after the Pokémon with the stolen goods. “How convenient.” He snapped his pokégear shut. “I get paired with a Pokémon that is distracted by useless shiny objects. Come back here! You can’t even read the time!”
…Nope. He did not sign up for this. ‘Playing along’ just got a tad harder and there was never a moment that he did not wish for his chakra strings. Sasori liked control, and he liked staying in control even better. And right now, there was nothing as frustrating as dealing with a renegade Pokémon carrying somebody else’s watch. Where was the discipline?!
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Name: KJ
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Character
Name: Sasori
Series: Naruto
Timeline: After he has defected from his village, kidnapped and murdered the Third Kazekage, and is on his way as a rouge ninja. This is before he has encountered Akatsuki. (Age 15)
Canon Resource Links: over here~
Personality:
Sasori specializes as a puppet master. Puppetry is a form of attack unique to the Village Hidden in the Sand where said puppets are equipped with a wide array of weapons, some hidden, and most long-range. Puppeteers design their own puppets to be manipulated as they wish and hence, the process of fashioning out their puppets could be considered a form of art. Sasori, therefore, is first and foremost an artist.
However, even as an artist, Sasori stands out. He is uninhibited by limitations, taking his work to an extreme level of perfection by taking on a very twisted approach in producing his masterpieces: the Master fashions his puppets out of the bodies of his victims, retaining their original powers and abilities, tweaking them here and there to enhance their attacks or defenses, essentially turning them into his own weapons. By society’s definition, he is a cold blooded murderer, twisted beyond the ordinary because he makes art out of those whose lives he ends. And just as for any serial murderer, Sasori deserves a look into his past in order to decipher where exactly things went wrong for him and what motivates him to be who he is.
When he was younger, Sasori lost his parents to war. The loneliness and lack of parental affection resulted in him being a sad child for most of his childhood. His grandmother Chiyo helped cheer him up with puppet play, and Sasori soon took up this art form to create his first set of puppets: life sized replicas of his parents. He was only five when he accomplished this feat. Though they were not made from his parent’s actual bodies, the likeness was there, and Sasori tried to fill the void with these wooden stand-ins. Yet love and attention was not to be gained from these wooden imitations, and, disillusioned, it made him steer toward a darker path. Soon Sasori would begin to show a gross disregard for life. It was a lost cause holding on to human life when death was imminent, and it is also perhaps because of this reason that he chose to dedicate the rest of his life striving to create something treasured yet unchanging and eternal. Sasori realizes that this cannot be accomplished with a real human body and therefore converts his victims to puppets that can be modified and renovated and never decay.
An artist, striving for perfection, sees within themselves their ideal masterpiece. For Sasori, this final masterpiece would be realized when he converts every living part of himself into a puppet, discarding his human-ness and all of its fragile and impermanent attributes. According to him, “Fine art is something wonderful that is left long into the future… Eternal beauty.” And in preparation for this ultimate transformation from the mundane to the immortal, Sasori has to constantly work on killing his human-ness, which would no doubt involve killing off emotional ties with other people. He is a person who, underneath it all, is still rather wary of emotional attachments and bonds for he is aware that such things would have to come to an end someday. Therefore, association with others would be merely for the sake of gaining an advantage. Nothing personal~ If he can help it...
Sasori is also rather showy, as expected of an artist. He earned himself a terrifying name throughout the ninja nations: Sasori of the Red Sand, a title conferred upon him after his battle during the third ninja war turned the sand red with the blood of his victims.
Impatient, he constantly remarks about how he hates to be kept waiting, and also that he does not like keeping others waiting.
However, unlike your stereotypical artist driven by ambition, Sasori is not prone to displaying emotions openly. His expressions are usually as blank as those of his puppets. In the rare occasion that he does display emotion, it is short-lived. If anything, emotions are a very human trait, and something he is in a constant process of distancing himself from (although pride is something he still has to work on).
Sasori is also both cunning and intelligent. He is able to incorporate as many traps and diversions as is necessary in order to handle a tricky situation. His vast collection of puppets with all of their unique attributes no doubt gives him an edge in any battle situation. Analytical, he is able to judge an opponent’s strength and battle technique, enabling him to summon the appropriate weapons to counter the attack, making his battles as quick and efficient as possible, suited to deal with his impatience. With regards to his strength as a shinobi, Sasori was hailed as one of Sunagakure’s strongest assets. He was a member of the Sand’s Puppet Brigade, and also, around the time of his disappearance, kidnapped and killed Sunagakure’s strongest leader -- the Third Kazekage -- who Sasori turned into puppet and came to treasure as one of his favorites.
He is also well versed in and possesses great knowledge of the human body. This is seen in: a) his use of the brain-washing technique that requires the user to correctly implant an extremely fine needle into the brain’s memory center (which he used on the many people he turned into his spies after defecting from the village), and b) his mastery in concocting an array of deadly poisons that work in different ways and in different areas of the body. Sasori does not make poisons that merely kill or handicap a victim, but he also makes sure that whatever he uses will not be easily countered by a medic. His poisons are complex, and an antidote is usually hard to find before the victim succumbs to the destructive effect of the cocktail of chemicals pulsing in their veins. Precise chakra control would be required to remove the poison, and such skill is not to be seen in most medics except perhaps for Tsunade and her student Sakura (as he will find out decades later and acknowledge Sakura’s prowess in medical ninjutsu to be admirable). Some of his poisons can effectively torture a victim for days before actual death, thus also bringing out the sadist in Sasori. And it is for these reasons that there cannot have been a name more befitting him than Sasori; Sasori which literally means ‘scorpion’-- a deadly, venomous arthropod that dwells in the deserts.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+ The scientist streak in him makes him dedicated to his research, and possess quite a thirst for knowledge. That being said, he is curious, but also very cautious.
+ Sasori can be extremely driven when set upon a goal, though more often than not, his reasons for pursuing such goals would be selfish.
+ He is analytical, choosing to judge an opponent’s strength and skill before jumping to any conclusions or deciding his next move.
+ Sasori is level-headed, and he keeps his emotions in check, not allowing them to taint his decisions.
+ Cunning and plans ahead.
+ He’s got an arsenal of ninja skills and is also an expert in poisons.
+/- He’s creative; but in a sick and twisted way...
+/- He’s rather proud of his abilities as a shinobi and an artist, and taking a stab at any of these aspects singes the edges of his pride. However, Sasori is not above recognizing strengths in other people and giving them credit for it-- with every intention of besting those abilities with his own in the future, if he can help it.
- He’s stubborn in his opinions, especially about beauty and art. Challenge him in any of these aspects and he will go so far as to drop everything just to talk to you about how your opinion is delusional. (Because his, of course, is not.)
- Sasori is cold and condescending, rarely sending any positive vibes in anyone’s way...
- Although he would never admit it, deep down inside, Sasori is afraid of forming ‘bonds’ with other people - the only bonds he will form are not those of friendship, but those that will give him an advantage or provide him some use. He is not above using people for his means and then disregarding them.
- He holds a gross disregard for humanity.
- ...is something of a sadist
- and is quite the show-off, but perhaps only within his means~
Pokémon Information
Affiliation:
Rocket Grunt
Starter:
LVL 15: Skorupi
Starter: Murkrow
Password: Strawberry Marmalade
Samples
First Person Sample:
So it seems I have been thrust into an organization I did not sign up for.
[ Perhaps it isn’t evident in his expression, but there’s that flat tone, and also a slight quirk of an eyebrow that signifies annoyance. This, Team Rocket Headquarters, is Akasuna no Sasori’s Not Amused face being broadcast on-- well, he did figure out how to lock the feed. Not that the expression would be very different from many of his others, but this one is here to stay for a while. ]
...And to think I had just extricated myself from another organization before I got here. At least they were more flexible about uniforms. This red lettering is unbecoming. [ He glances down at the huge R on the front of his shirt for a second before looking back into the feed. ] I don’t appreciate being a billboard for somebody else’s cheap, desperate advertising.
[ He’ll be in this corner, pursing his lips together out of vexation while a certain Murkrow and a Skorupi sort of get a little more enthusiastic about encouraging him to get on with his journey and whatnot, while the disgruntled expression only worsens. Or does it? It’s hard to tell. ]
Just tell me where I am supposed to go for this so-called training before these two try and get more chummy.
[ He’s cringing away from the creatures. Personal space. Sasori likes his space. ]
Also, what did you do with my weapons?
Third Person Sample:
The irony of his situation didn’t escape him, and the more he thought about it, the more disgruntled he became. He had just defected from Sunagakure, had murdered the Kazekage, and had been looking forward to finally walking the path that he had carved for himself. But then, here he was, thrust into some other world, stripped of his abilities – abilities that he had worked so hard for, too – and made to wear a ridiculous costume and train two overgrown critters. And all this for what? To steal more Pokémon? Sasori had never known a more superficial goal to be working towards. It was a ‘common’ goal and it didn’t appeal to him. The whole situation he found himself in now was like a slap in the face to all that he had worked for in his world. The big red R on the front of his uniform didn’t help soothe any of these thoughts away either as it reminded him of his forced affiliation with Team Rocket every step of the way.
Team Rocket. There was nothing grand about the name. In fact, it embarrassed him. He was fifteen, not five.
But if this so-called organization was willing to take him in and train him without him asking first, he was going to take the opportunity and run away with it. After all, how often did anyone agree to help Akasuna no Sasori? He was in a new world with new rules and he was starting out at the bottom rung. Sasori was never comfortable being on the bottom rung, especially not when he had always been used to looking down from the very top. He had his pride—perhaps too much of it. So, he was going to cooperate.
This is the only reason, he told himself as he read through Skorupi’s stats on his pokédex.
“…What are the odds that I would be paired with a creature from the desert?” It was more mumbled to himself than addressed to Skorupi at all. “Poison is something you and I have in common.” A beat, and then-- “And where we come from...” He seemed almost reluctant to admit it.
Staring down at his Pokémon, Sasori was just about to try and ‘discuss’ training and battle strategies with his Skorupi as best he could before they got down into the nitty gritty business of actual training when Murkrow darted overhead, returning with something shiny that glinted dully in the waning evening light. From what Sasori could see from this distance, it was a timepiece.
…And from the angry yelling in the distance, he could tell that the owner of that timepiece wasn’t exactly thrilled to have lost it.
Pulling up Murkrow’s data on the pokédex earned an exasperated sigh from the shinobi. Sasori stared after the Pokémon with the stolen goods. “How convenient.” He snapped his pokégear shut. “I get paired with a Pokémon that is distracted by useless shiny objects. Come back here! You can’t even read the time!”
…Nope. He did not sign up for this. ‘Playing along’ just got a tad harder and there was never a moment that he did not wish for his chakra strings. Sasori liked control, and he liked staying in control even better. And right now, there was nothing as frustrating as dealing with a renegade Pokémon carrying somebody else’s watch. Where was the discipline?!