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Sabaku Gaara ([info]livewire) wrote,
@ 2009-07-23 23:35:00


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Entry tags:application, ooc

♥ APPLICATION | INFO | ETC.


Character's Name: Sabaku Gaara
Character's Age: 20
Character's Model: Shou from Alice Nine
Year in School: Junior
Major / Minor: Double Major: Philosophy / Geological Sciences
Clubs / Activities / Job?: Activities: Martial Arts, Riflery, Sailing
Job: Bouncer

Background History: Born the third child to the renowned General Sabaku, Gaara's birth killed his mother and she died with curses on her lips, including the name of her newborn son. As luck would have it, Gaara’s life only went downhill from there.

A difficult baby, it was a mystery that he rarely slept though never ill. As his father could hardly be expected to spend legitimate time raising his children, Gaara was left in the care of his maternal uncle, Yashamaru. In his father's absence, the household was with militaristic precision. Awake at 5AM, in bed by 9PM, with constant drills, stringent lessons, all unsympathetic to the needs of a child: the siblings were not allowed much frivolous. Whether his role in their mother's death was related or not, Temari and Kankurou turned to and relied on one another, or on themselves (each child having a propensity toward his or her solitutde), leaving Gaara to his own devices. As a result, Gaara’s life felt as if it revolved around Yashamaru. Yashamaru was an unsuccessful doctor, burdened by the shame of his failure, by the pain of his twin's death, and by the responsibility of caring for the boy he blamed for it.

When Gaara was six there came another mystery. There had been nothing to alert the rest of the family, but when Gaara left his room for dinner he was bloody and silent, his forehead wounded to scar. They found Yashamaru dead. The truth would never be pried from his lips, or otherwise discovered: his uncle had tried to kill him.

Over the next few years, his personality became increasingly unstable; in part because of his severe insomnia, in part due to his having lost his mind that night, thrown into an existential crisis that half-broke him (at six, no less!). There was something off about the kid, to be sure. Because his psychosis in part instilled in him paranoia (sometimes he thinks people want to kill him), he tossed himself into all available classes on martial arts, self-defense, offense, weaponry. At the worst of times, he hears voices: mostly a female one he calls mother. At ten an incident lead to his expulsion from school. If not for the timely intervention of the teachers, Gaara would have killed another student, and in cold-blood – he wasn’t hysteric, wasn’t anything but calculating.

His family deposited him into a mental hospital for the following six months. Once deemed rehabilitated he was released, but General Sabaku had run out of patience with his troubled son. Gaara found himself shunted to a military school until age fifteen, whereupon years of consecutive reports of his excellent performance prompted his return. He finished secondary school, and moved on to college.

During this time his father made it clear that he did not consider the boy to be anything but an obligation, anything but abnormal, anything but insane. Gaara's disdain for his family and the place in which he lived caused him to skirt curfew, to spend as little time as possible within those walls, near people who may well have been lumps of meat. At first content to wander, at seventeen Gaara resolved to dismiss any reliance on his father by securing a job for the night hours. When the short, slight teenager had presented himself at an interview for the position of bouncer for Luxuria, the management near laughed him out the door. Ten seconds later, and the outgoing bouncer was writing on the floor, his arm snapped in three places and his nose gushing blood. Fifty seconds later Gaara had the job.

It kept him out of the house. It kept him out of trouble; earlier years had brought on the temptation of the darker side of city life, but Gaara had found that much of it involved too much posturing, ego, and reliance on drugged up morons. Once in college, he moved into the dorms, and within the month found his double become a single. He didn't need to wonder why.

Personality/Likes & Dislikes: His father was right: Gaara was never rehabilitated. He simply learned how to play the part. He knows how to say please and thank you, to raise his hand when he knows the answer (but not too often), how to shape his characters, to write an essay and put together that formula, how to follow the rules and play along. He knows these things, but they are meaningless, and in that, Gaara has a sociopathic tinge. His insanity does not stop there: he hears the voice of his “mother”, and of course, she is bloodthirsty.

Yashamaru's betrayal and subsequent death left Gaara warped, and he found it impossible to relate to other people since. Viewing himself as other than human, and disinterested in other humans except for what they can do for him, and how he exists in relation to them. He understands how the system works, and so he does not kill, or snap. He maintains a cold, blunt front, with a severe lack of patience (it comes of little sleep), an intense intolerance for stupidity and inefficiency, and inherited from his father, an interest in having his demands met combined with a poor temper when they are disappointed.

Other people don't like, or even fear him, and he doesn't like them. The fact that he might be lonely, even miserable, is not only irrelevant, but long forgotten. He is terse, succinct, and disinclined to speaking much at all. He waits, he watches, he plans. Gaara is direct, matter-of-fact, likely finds no topic awkward or uncomfortable, and has little to no shame, outside of certain traces of school-boy guilt from Yashamaru’s influence. He isn’t typically awkward in that he’ll feel uncomfortable- he has none of those reservations, uncertainties, or second-guesses; he doesn’t know that he should. Unsurprisingly given his insomnia and following instability, he is prone to occasional bouts of fickle behavior. Fleeting interests, spontaneous comments or activity. For all that he loathes people, and depends on his isolation to the extent that he despises to be touched, he spends an awful lot of time watching them.

An awful lot. It's probably best to avoid really getting his attention.

Gaara dislikes most things. He likes raking sand in his Zen garden, polishing various offensive techniques, heights, and being on the water. Full moons, inexplicably, put him on edge.

First person writing sample: (Shorter than 300 words with mod permission!)

Temari sent an e-mail. The General is planning a vacation. I declined. I do not want to take off from work. Last night was dull. The night before not much better. Weekends are the best; there's more to do. I was back by 0400. The sunrise looked like a painting. It always does. Reds were stronger. Sailor's warning, the English phrase goes. I didn't plan to take out the boat. It rained.

The drops ran down the windows, but the patterns didn't make sense. I wrote my name in the remnants, but it rained again and washed it away. There is a leak in the ceiling. It drips every six seconds. It is almost that regular. It pisses me off. I put a pot under it. It didn't help. I put a towel in the pot.

It was still raining when the sun set. The sky looked like a bruise. The yellow kind. I watched it from the roof, but not with my umbrella. Everyone looks like insects from there.

Third person writing sample: It was good to have a place where he could let go. Not by much, infinitesimal increments, grains of sand sliding from his clenched fist, one by one. Just enough. When some idiot got tough, or rough, or too friendly, he could move and let his muscles go fluid, and snap, and he had to remember to go it easy, first. To give the right stare and say the right words. And Gaara was glad at times like those that he was short, as if height mattered, that people looked at him and they saw some kid, and it was a big joke. So that guy ignored him, and he broke his face. Things happened in-between, but in the end it was his hand full of that guy's sweaty hair, slamming his head into the ground, again, again, again, until he rolled him over and inspected the job, red pulp, and somehow it had splashed onto his shoes.

Gaara didn't wash them. He liked the color, liked the work. Spent half his time in a recoil at the thought of one of them daring to touch him, half the time hoping they would, because he wouldn't like it and she wouldn't like it, and then they'd go it together.

He wasn't really supposed to get that violent, so he didn't often do it. Too often and people would scare, keep aware, remember him and play it careful. It was fine if they were afraid, but it could be troublesome, too. For them. He understood.

Tonight hadn't been a time when he could. Nothing happened. Not everyone was on his or her best behavior, but nothing came of it, and Gaara walked away with his hands in his pockets and a stirring in his chest, in his skull. The sky wasn't black overhead, because it never was, and there were no stars because of the city lights. There was a moon, three-quarters full, less stand-out in a dull gray-black sky.

Gaara swung left, slinking through an alley. A shady short cut, but knowing better was the point, sometimes. “I know,” he muttered, kicking an empty french fry package out of his way, “I know.”

Shaking his hand out of his pocket, he reached up, scratching peeled fingernails just below the scar on his forehead. His fingertips lingered, pressing, his brow furrowing hard below them. “I can't promise when, but it'll be good.”

His footsteps stalled for a long minute. Standing two feet from an intersection, he gripped his head and inhaled with some effort, it hurt, it hurt when she was loud, when she was angry. Air slid between his teeth, puffed his cheeks, and after the minute his hand fell and he walked on, composure regained. She understood, too. She just needed his help to be a little more patient.

Other Notes: + Gaara will arbitrarily block phone numbers. It's his cell phone, he pays for it, he'll do what he wants with it. Mostly it's his family, off and on, but it could be you, too. Depends on how annoying he thinks your voice sounds.
+ Appearance wise, though he does have some serious undereye circles due to years of poor sleeping, he also slathers on the eyeliner to piss his father off. This, combined with his bright hair (natural, despite all doubt) that he cuts himself gives him an unintentional “look”.
+ He gets killer migraines.
+ Spending a lot of time awake leads to, well, a lot of free time. Gaara's got a secret penchant for late night television, black coffee, and encyclopedias.
Any Questions: \o/?



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