Post by Hanzae on Jan 6, 2011 18:34:06 GMT -5
[atrb=background,http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a305/Cheesons/1305.png] | [bg=efefef][atrb=background,http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a305/Cheesons/1335.png] SARUTOBI SASUKE 猿飛佐助 Names are pretty, but useless. they call me Hanzae, it'll suffice. |
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Since I am assuming that there is someone alive that is reading my journal as we speak, I'm going to give you a brief summary of my life. I'll highlight it with "---" for you so that you can simply scroll down and identify my basic history. If you don't think that's enough for emphasis, you can keep on reading, otherwise I think it's for the best that we kept my history to a minimum. I'm laughing to myself right now, it feels insane that I would expect someone to pick up my journal once I've rotted away. Figures, never really was right in the head.
Anyway, here's the lowdown. I was born in a shithole called Amamura no Gai. From the moment I was born to when I was about... 6? 7? I don't really remember, I lived a subsistent lifestyle on scraps of foot and rat droppings. Man, if you've ever been forced to drink rat urine off of a used bowl and attempt to think of it as chicken soup then you'll understand what I'm going through. Anyway, my life expectancy was not much, but I was forced to live, forced to survive, forced to adapt. And so I did.
You see, my mother's original husband owed a lot of money to the Mob in Amamura, and so they killed him and took my mother. My mother was forced into a brothel to work as what would essentially be a meat bag. At one point in time, she was impregnated by one of the clients, and about 5 months in she prematurely shot me out of her womb. BAM! Like a cannon on one of those pirate ships you see on cartoons nowadays... Well, not really. But the image is funny, at least to me.
After she gave birth to me, she couldn't be with as many clients anymore. Since they deemed me as a liability and my mom wasn't generating profit and cutting down costs, they pretty much disposed of her when I was about five years old. I could barely walk and talk back then. So! I decided that if I were to survive in this crapsack world, I'd have to learn how to live, but all the while I developed an intense hatred for acts of evil.
Anyway, at 5 years old I quickly developed enough skill to survive in the surburban craphole. I pickpocketed. if I was good enough, I'd give all my money to the assholes who killed my mother and sent me out in the first place.They'd feed me with scraps of last night's dinner or whatever else they thought was rotting. You see, that sounds terrible, but to me that was like a five star kosher meal in comparison to drinking "sewage stew." I developed my running skills, acrobatics and my ability to think in that short space of time. I guess mother nature really is a bitch if she really thinks that sending a five year old into a harsh environment to fend for themselves is justified as "life."
Moving on, so when I was about... 6, I attempted to pickpocket a ninja. Bad choice, really, but it seemed to turn out for the better for some reason. He caught my wrist, but I wriggle out and run. I ran, and ran, and ran until my lungs heave nothing by mucus out of my mouth. I collapse on the floor after about a full ten minute chase grasping dearly to his tiny money purse. I knew the moment I stopped was the moment I'd die, so I feinted. I fall to the floor, collapsing from the tiredness, and waited for the man to get close to me. He picked me up by the scruff of my shirt with one hand, and levels me to his face. At this moment, I draw the kunai sticking out of his pouch and swung it at him, he deftly avoids, catches my hand.
I'll never forget the words that came out of his mouth. "My name is Sarutobi Sasuke," He said. "From now on, your name too is Sarutobi Sasuke."
At that point, he became my father. He took me to his house, and sodomized me.
...Just kidding.
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So there I was, 6 years old, randomly adopted into a family of religious ninjas following something called the "Will of Fire." In any case, I was given a name, purpose and a role in life. Food, clothes, care, health support was provided to me in the conditions that I followed their heritage and swear to become a ninja until the day I die. I accepted, though, at 6 I didn't know what the hell they were talking about.
Turns out, I was pretty skilled at what I did. Having experienced life and death helped me develop considerably. The details ill bore you, so I'll just give you the shortlist. I got good grades, kissed a little bit of ass and kept putting myself in line of danger to get me to where I am as of now, Jonin. Well, where I am as of now that I'm writing this, still waiting for a pay raise.
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The Will of Fire taught me many things. How to live a moral life, how to get the most out of a hopeless situation, how to bear with and find value in life where nothing but terror and destruction ruled by figureheads runs amok. To think, to contemplate on your life and reflect on your decisions allows you to not make the same mistakes again. "Intelligence is a tool, Wisdom is a virtue. You lack both, Sasuke." How I hate my father.
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I've participated in a few battles, and I've seen some shit that isn't easy to take. So at one point I had a total mental breakdown, it kind of went like this. I had two near death experiences, post traumatic stress disorder and severe childhood abuse. So in essence, they were pretty surprised I could even walk and breathe let alone function like a normal (albeit eccentric) human being.
In the end though, after a few months of therapy, I got back out like nothing had happened before. I was encouraged to keep a journal, so... this is pretty much it. All I'm willing to disclose to an imaginary audience for now.
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PSYCHIATRIC QUARTERLY REPORT
Sarutobi-sama, ogenki de irasshaimasu ka?
I'm proud to say that your son has had substantial progress ever since he has joined our programme. He is beginning to interact with other peopl, can talk without stuttering, and his confidence is up again. He no longer has violent dreams, and with a steady dose of anti-depressants, I'm pleased to say that he is a viable if not excellent candidate for joining the ninja world. However, we do have to note several nuances in your son's personality.
Firstly, and most prominently, Sasuke suffers from an extremely severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. So we have for now, placed a genjutsu to reduce the panic attacks on his body. The psychological disorders are various, and the most prominent is paranoia. Your son is living in constant fear of death, when the situation requires little to no need. This is not a bad thing however, if you expect him to enter the NInja Academy, and may very well give him an advantage. However, it twill affect his social life significantly.
Your son's behavior towards any human being in general is usually aggressive, but he seems to be docile if he perceives a target to be of no threat to him. his is seen as he has an affinity for like small pets, such as rabbits or hamsters, but is abusive and sometimes physically intimidating towards the other children. We do not blame him, given his history, but again, this will affect his future social life. Over time, this trait will dull, but I would advise patience and empathy for your soon's development. He will enter puberty soon, and the emotional problems will reach a maximum. If he wishes to talk to you, do not shut him from it. If he is developing suicidal traits (complete silence, long times of spacing out, staring at ninja inventory cosntantly) please contact us immediately.
However, despite all these traits, your son is genuinely a good person. Sasuke has been seen helping people regardless of his condition. When he walks down a street and sees a man in need, he willing donates what little amount of money he has in order to give them a night's rest or some food. Of course, it causes problems once the urchins recognize him as a target to pegging money from, so we tend to stray away from poorer streets.
Regardless, we'd like to say that your son is incredibly intelligent. Which unfortunately affects his sanity somewhat as well. It may be an autistic tendency, but Sasuke seems to have a natural affinity for problem solving. We tested his general intelligence and meotional quotients during this test with non-languaged based solutions, primarily to do with building and image correlations. He managed to score 100/100, which indicates an intelligence quotient of 180 or higher. That in itself is amazing, but will definitely give him a sea of problems in the future. His emotional quotient on the other hand, gave the score of 20/100, indicating emotional stability that is lower than the average by three times.
While Sasuke is by means a lost case, we would advise you to give him a good amount of care in growth, as he may establish a future path for himself. Thank you very much, and we appreciate your patronage to our company. Your son will be rleeased in a month,
Kind regards,
Haruno Fuchi.
Head Psychiatrist, General Manager and CEO.
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236236 + PPP (try harder.)
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