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Takasugi Shinsuke | Gintama | Reserved

[personal profile] shikomizue 2016-12-06 06:54 am (UTC)(link)


Name: Elise

Age: 25

Contact: [ profile] fromgilbo


Name: Takasugi Shinsuke | Alias: Tani Umenosuke

Age: 30s

Memory Option: Full AU

Established Status: 1 ½ years - Takasugi has been around long enough to acquire functioning illegal trade deals with several criminal organizations. Upon his arrival, he was installed as the leader of the 'Kiheitai' - a resistance movement founded in violence and devoid of political principal. Over time, he's expanded its influence over the Quad and out into the J. He hasn't directly participated in any significant developments during this time, instead strengthening his position and waiting for the right opportunities.

Canon: Gintama

Canon Point: Post Shogun Assassination, Pre Rakyou - abducted during his coma

Citizenship: Takasugi Shinsuke is originally from Leith | Tani Umenosuke has Westerly citizenship

Job: Resistance Leader / Terrorist - He deals in illegal arms trade, dabbles in the drug trade, and is known for high-casualty terrorist attacks. Right now, his focus is political upheaval.


✿ SWORDSMANSHIP - Takasugi is a formidable swordsman, first teaching himself as a child and then learning from his teacher on Edo.
✿ LEADERSHIP - Very adept at fanning the flames of anger and inspiring loyalty, Takasugi was able to raise an army during the Edo Rebellion and retains high regard among those who remain from the conflict.
✿ STRINGED INSTRUMENT - While Takasugi typically favors the shamisen, an instrument from Edo, he has good aptitude for any similar instrument.
✿ POETRY - A skilled wordsmith, Takasugi has always found putting words to paper somewhat calming, and has a good sense for composition. He doesn't share it often, however.


"I simply destroy."

Takasugi Shinsuke defines himself as a man whose singular interest is destruction. To him, there is nothing in the world worth protecting, and thus no part of it has any business existing.

Destruction is at the core of Takasugi's behavior. Growing up, his restlessness bred his desire for strength while his weakness betrayed his ability to keep himself on the path to a real future. Now, as an adult, his mantra has become "I simply destroy," and he holds to it. He makes no deviations from his goal, and he will employ any attrition necessary to achieve it. Wiping out an entire village, city, or planet is not too steep of a price to pay.

"We're free to force a checkmate or knock over the board itself."

Control is very important to Takasugi - he pulls many strings and will involve himself in many plots in order to accomplish his goal. In his position, having everything tied around his finger is of utmost importance. However, he also thirsts for control in all other areas of his life. From expressing displeasure at his own high-officer's disobedience to declining a powerful ally in order to remain absolute over his own smaller army, Takasugi is not one to fantasize about 'letting go'. Takasugi's singular childhood desire was to become stronger. While so many aspirations have fallen to the wayside in favor of destruction, that particular drive has not diminished. Control, being a clear display of strength, is one of the things he seeks in this pursuit.

Takasugi is incredibly capable of motivating people. He sees their 'fangs' and spurs them to often violent action. In doing this, he extends his violent impulses further. He manipulates many individuals within the series, such as Gengai and Itou, with varying levels of importance. At the festival, the chaos he produced seemed isolated to indulging the beast within him while Itou's crippling of the Shinsengumi served to aid his greater plan.

From Takasugi's skill in manipulation rises his charisma. Holding together all sorts of radical warriors in a volunteer army, the Kiheitai general commands great respect from his men. He inspires this using every avenue available to him, from looking the part to displaying his strength. With a casual demeanor that implies ease of interaction, the man is shrewd in discovering what element of behavior those around him are attracted to.

"I, too, can only see a single path before my eyes. I don't care if my comrades or anyone falls by the wayside."

When it comes to people, Takasugi has two reactions. He either removes himself with abundant apathy or develops deep bonds that may twist into obsession. Even high ranking members of the Kiheitai are susceptible to being discarded, should they fall in the line of battle. However, Takasugi's focus on Shouyou is what drives him. It is precisely because he cannot move on that he lashes out at the world. For the small group of people whom Takasugi considers worth his emotional investment, he would ignite anything. From the small group of people who Takasugi knows understand him, he expects an equal measure of focus.

Takasugi is quite adept at humoring people, no matter their value. He has demonstrated this with close friends (Katsura) and members of his militia (the three officers immediately below him engage in comedy routines often in his presence). He takes the idiosyncrasies of others in stride, perhaps for not wanting to appear thrown off by anything.

"He won't stop. If you want to stop him, you have to kill him."

All of his life, Takasugi has never given up on a goal. Whether it was fighting Gintoki however many times it took to beat him as a child, or propelling himself towards the destruction of the Bafuku, the man is tenacious to a fault. His determined nature has skewed into something more dangerous - a single-mindedness that arises from raw unrest and deep seated hatred rather than a strong work-ethic.

"Would he give it a rest with his pretentious bullshit already?"

Takasugi has a great deal of pride. He seeks to be the strongest warrior, refuses to give up on ambitions, expects certain behavior from his militia, and can typically be found with a smug smirk on his face. To project all of this further, Takasugi takes care of his image. He dresses in elaborate, fashionable clothing that shows off his musculature while lounging in typically traditional Japanese settings. Even in opening/ending scenes, he is often standing at the bow of his ship in the sky, watching the moon or the sunset. So much as this plays into his image, Takasugi also seems to have a deeper appreciation for the aesthetic around him.

"We can't stab ourselves with our blades, but we've got someone far better than ourselves to cut."

Prideful as he is, Takasugi also harbors self-destructive inclinations. Consumed not only by hate and lust for revenge over his teacher's death, but also guilt, Takasugi has thought numerous times about turning his sword on himself. His own weakness that caused such devastation and should destroy him as well - but instead it drags him forward. His endeavor is not only to reduce the world to rubble, but to kill Gintoki and thus harm himself more than suicide ever could. Though this is not to say he plans on living beyond reaching his objective.

"We don't get Bushido, we're just a couple of good-for-nothing warriors."

Takasugi's favorite form of self-deprecation is calling himself a 'no good brat' who does not understand Bushido. He isn't honorable, he isn't someone who is capable of laying his life down for principles or society or people he doesn't know. Takasugi fights selfishly: to gain power, to protect or destroy, to settle a score. All of his reasoning surrounds himself and himself only - a fact which he recognizes.

"246 wins and 246 losses"

Competition is a healthy habit that Takasugi has not completely forgotten. As a child and a teen, he relished in finding worthy opponents and fights hard won. He is so focused on his rivalry with Gintoki that he keeps score of their matches. He was fairly easy to goad into competing over basically anything as a teen, though this has fallen to the wayside in his adult life as his goal overshadows everything else. Still, he competes with Kamui on several occasions so the inclination has not completely vanished.

"Thrashing about all day and all night, saying in my ear, 'Kill. Kill the enemies of my friends."

Takasugi feels. Emotions affect him viscerally as an uncontrollable beast within him. It bids him to lash out and destroy what's around him until it's satisfied. Vulnerability is not acceptable to Takasugi, so when emotions threaten to tear into him he is likely to rip into something else before they overtake him. None of his officers seem to have communicated with him about this, though he may ruminate on verse to express himself while he is alone. The only people he's reached out to are Gintoki, Katsura and Shouyou - people he feels can understand him.

"Just where are you headed?" "Beats me. My life would be much easier if I knew."

At the base of it all, Takasugi is and always has been restless. As a child, he didn't know what he wanted. Becoming strong was his singular goal, yet before Shouyou he was lost along his path to even such a simple desire. Aspirations grew and changed, but the feeling of being 'lost' never quite dissipated. One of the reasons he was so drawn to Shouyou was due to the other's admitted ongoing experience with the same issue. During the war, Takasugi had a goal, but failing that, he no longer has any footing to stand on aside from destruction. He wants to give in to the beast and tear things down until it stops whining - a very vague calling that betrays the inability to be at peace that has lurked within him his entire life.

This condition created a habit of isolation. No one understood - not even him - so how was he to form meaningful connections? Takasugi didn't gain many, but the ones he did foster were and are intensely important to him.

"Don't ever call Gintoki my friend again. There aren't any warm feelings between us anymore."

Takasugi regards Gintoki as his other half. Gintoki is the one who showed him a fight worth striving to win, the one who introduced him to Shouyou and the one who understood him best. Gintoki and Takasugi would often compete in every way. Not talking for months after getting into a conflict over a prostitute or arguing when meeting a new ally, the two were brats through and through. But Gintoki is also the one who betrayed Takasugi's trust by executing the man who gave Takasugi a path in life. Gintoki moved on and Takasugi resents him both for his bond with Shouyou and for his ability to go forward. It's a complicated relationship - best friends and rivals and perfect enemies.

"A comrade? I didn't know you still thought of us that way."

Katsura was Takasugi's first friend. As a child, Takasugi was a loner, but Katsura simply approached and called him an idiot. Takasugi considered Katsura the same, but through mutual needling and teaching, they helped each other grow to understand one another. Even after the war and the death of their teacher, Takasugi corresponded and cooperated with Katsura until their methods broke apart. It does not appear that Takasugi carries as much resentment for Katsura as he does Gintoki, though he hasn't made an effort to reconnect.

"I would like to kill the crows of three thousand worlds and sleep in late with my master."

Shouyou is the man who defined Takasugi. When the boy could not find himself, he told him that was alright. He was lost as well, and they would both find their paths. The idea of a samurai as one who fights their weakness, who improves themselves and struggles for personal strength is a concept which Takasugi has taken to heart. There is no way to overstate Shouyou's importance to Takasugi at all stages of his life. He felt more for his teacher than he ever felt for his family, he spent years fighting to rescue Shouyou and he's set on exhausting himself to avenge his death.

"They're simpletons, but I don't hate them."

Among his men, Takasugi is the charismatic yet often silent figure of authority. He is more candid with his officers - Hanpeita, Matako and Bansai - though even they do not receive many glimpses into his deeper motives. He will discuss private matters, but not open himself up to vulnerability. However, this group is compared to Katsura's joui and Gintoki's yorozua as Takasugi's 'found family', and so his relationship with them is likely deeper than he recognizes or will allow.

"It's more fun to dance with a batshit crazy idiot than a plain old idiot."

Takasugi's interest in Kamui stems from the boy's power. Being strong for the sake of being strong, being reckless and enjoying the thrill of a fight are all mentalities which Takasugi can understand, so he was drawn to Kamui and has no trouble communicating with him. While he cannot completely control the Yato, he doesn't find the other's tendency to cause chaos a hindrance. Rather, whatever connection they've developed stems from mutual respect and an almost healthy competition between them.
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[personal profile] shikomizue 2016-12-06 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
AU History:

Straw cracked under Shinsuke's feet as he weaved his way down a side-street. From sundown to sunrise, he'd wandered the town, lost in thought and watching the sky. A fall and a fight left him battered and bruised, a sorry sight among the glowing Leithan populace. His shirt hung off of his shoulder, torn and dirtied. His eyes felt as if they'd sunken deeper into his skull, and his eyelids ached to close.

As he slipped around throngs of people, he kept a wide breadth of the morning's market. It's din was loud, but the smell of fresh food was even more pervasive.

His stomach growled.

He'd missed the ample breakfast that would be strewn over his family's dining table. He'd missed the daily lessons in propriety and manners that would drone on and on as he ate. He'd missed having fingers clench his cheeks tightly, spit flying in his face along with the accusation that he'd rolled his eyes.

Hunger was a small price to pay.

His parents should have been grateful that he didn't go through the market. Coins clung with to his legs through his pockets - he had enough for some bread or dried meat. He could have sunken his teeth into a salty, tough meal while everyone watched the ragged kid with hushed whispers about his family's quality.

By the time Shinsuke reached the threshold of the Takasugi property, only to see his father waiting with crossed arms and a red face, he wished he'd taken that chewy bite.

Next time.

First born to a noble family on Leith, Takasugi had the potential for a life of luxury. But the comfortable seat of the upper class didn't suit him - he didn't want his life mapped out by someone else, and he didn't want to listen to men he couldn't respect. He got into fights, and his parents delivered swift and harsh punishment for his disgrace of the family's reputation.

He ran away from home with growing frequently, seeking out areas where he could sit and think, and welcoming any conflicts that came his way. In one such wandering, he met a boy and a man. The boy would become his best friend closest rival, and the man his beloved teacher.

Takasugi eventually left home for good, running away to meander through the J with his teacher and his companion. Eventually, they settled on the planet of Edo, where their teacher founded a school.

Shinsuke's brows knit together as he padded rice in between his palms. Sticky grains clung to his fingers, and he dropped the morsel with a frustrated huff. After plunging his hands into water with enough force to spill a small puddle around the bowl, he picked up his rice ball and went back to work.

Just when he'd perfected its shape, a loud, passionate, off-key song cut through the room. Cringing, Shinsuke pressed his hands together - the filling of the rice squished between his fingers. It was ruined.

"Oi! What the hell are you doing!?" His voice cracked as he shouted, anger reddening his cheeks.

The singing only got louder.

"You're terrible! Shut up!" As Shinsuke yelled his stomach growled, hunger compelling him to lick the mess of what was meant to be lunch from his hands. As he was cleaning one finger in his mouth, the singing stopped. The terrible voice's owner - a boy his age with messy white hair - entered the room wearing a dull look on his face. After one long look at Shinsuke, the boy took a handful of rice and sucked it off of his palm.

"Ew-!? What are you doing!" What do you mean he was just doing the same thing? That was only because you made him do it!

When their banter grew too loud and their tempers too hot, they'd both receive a blow to the head. Their mentor had arrived, delivering discipline with a smile that only grew. The impact had thrust both boys' faces into the rice in their hands. Takasugi yelled, and the other boy whined at the top of his lungs.

But the man's laughter was all he could hear.

They'd make lunch together next time.

After a few years, the Company developed an economic interest in Edo and came to broker an economic agreement with its government. Many of the citizens abhorred this change and rose up in rebellion. In the commotion, Takasugi's teacher was captured by the Company's forces. Unknown to Takasugi, their teacher had been a fugitive from the Company long before they'd met. Takasugi still doesn't know any details of this, and only has conjecture to go on to reach even such a vague conclusion.

The explosion was deafening. Takasugi's ears rang as he rolled onto his back, his hair smearing in dirt wet with blood as he tried to sit up. On his first attempt came a searing pain in his shoulder and he dropped back to the ground. His disorientation was only beginning to wane, but the strain told him he must have landed on it. On his second attempt he rose, his arm hanging, but his grip on his sword unfailing.

Takasugi's legs were weak - he hadn't eaten in three days. His stomach had long since stopped twisting, a hollow ache all that remained to remind him of his malnourishment. The last time he'd held food in his hand - a stale piece of bread - he'd given it to an ailing soldier.

With unsteady footing, he turned to survey what remained. Takasugi saw his men scattered, several of them taking their eyes off of their battles to turn to him for orders. More than one lost their lives for that uncertainty. Their commander had been blown to the ground, their ranks were split - but they were winning. A small group of men, laden with enemy supplies, made their retreat behind him. All they had to do was buy enough time for that escape, then fall back themselves. Takasugi raised his arm, bellowed a signal to retreat, and charged forward.

To those who had been with him long enough, the rush wouldn't be a strange sight. He covered the escapes of the wounded and slow, of the new men who knew fear better than they knew their own names. Next time, those men could be the ones doing the same for him.

Food, water, medicine - everything that kept men alive was scarce but for anger. With every death, the resolve of his men hardened. Every injury, every torched village, every captured enemy officer spitting in their faces gave his army more resolve than a pretty speech or uniforms ever could.

As Takasugi stepped over the corpses of three - two of his own and one of the enemy's - he added another to the pile with a swing of his sword that carried the weight of his body behind it. Dead enemy officers were equally invigorating.

Joining the rebellion in an attempt to reclaim his teacher, Takasugi spent several years at war. During this time he amassed a vitriolic following - called the 'Kiheitai' - of those who hated the Company, and when the war ended, he took a large portion of these like-minded rebels with him.

For Takasugi, the war concluded when his teacher was executed. He was witness to the public killing, and the failure shattered his hope for the future. At some point during the fighting, he lost his left eye, and he hasn't had it replaced. The injury serves as a reminder of everything he lost - both before and during the war.

The sound of sizzling food and bells ringing on the horizon was a familiar backdrop to lights that appeared dim in comparison with what was to come. A fireworks performance was scheduled to occur in just moments, and Takasugi had found the perfect spot.

People passed by, holding onto each other's sleeves to stay together as they rushed to a place where they could see the display in the sky. Takasugi stood still, looking up the path to a tent of reserved seats. Company shareholders sat and drank and erupted in laughter that was soon choked out by the crowd's final cheer before the show.

Then, silence. Takasugi exhaled, a small trail of smoke leaving his mouth as his chest tightened. A ravenous maw clenched its jaws around his rib cage, hungry for more. More bodies, more destruction, more death to feed its unending appetite.

An outburst of cries interrupted the drums that heralded the fireworks, and flame overtook the Company's tent. As men stumbled from its heat, bloodied by shrapnel or alight themselves, colors flashed brilliantly in the sky. Each flash of light illuminated the festival beautifully, not at all dulled by the glow of the flames beneath.

People passed by, holding on to each other's hands to stay together in the panicked crowd. Takasugi stood still, and felt the beast in his chest growling, chomping its fangs for another meal.

The fireworks would be beautiful next time too.

He never stopped fighting, contributing munitions and men to the rebellion at Sugar Point and any other like uprisings. Takasugi himself goes by the moniker 'Tani Umenosuke', to avoid the warrants that are surely out on his actual name. He's got all the forged paperwork he needs to keep this persona in the clear. 'Tani' is a poet, an esoteric figure who indulges in folk stories, base pleasures, and music more than he thinks about the world around him.

Smoke trailed from the slit between Takasugi's lips as he rested his hand idly on the handle of an ink brush. A parchment with two lines of verse sat at his feet, untouched for nearly an hour. Delicate, infrequent plucking of strings drifted into his quarters from the adjacent room - the music had halted his progress.

A bowl of rice and a plate of meat sat, uneaten, at his side. There was no time now to finish his work, nor to eat. In minutes he would need to rise and greet a guest. The ringleader of this particular circle of criminals was known to be an ugly and spiteful man - so diplomacy mandated that Takasugi meet him personally. Anything else would be an offence. Next time, he wouldn't bother to broker a deal with such an idiot.

Blackened fingertips pulled away from his paint brush, rubbing against one another before plucking the pipe from his mouth and setting it on the ashtray. As he stood, he felt his stomach protest in hunger. The sensation went ignored, along with his meal; Takasugi craved something else, and he'd devour whoever he needed to in order to taste it.

As for a source of income, Takasugi brokers deals and provides resources for several large illegal drug distributors. Currently, he is traveling between Leith and Westerly on a ship that functions as his 'home base'. He's looking for every opportunity to get involved, be it with rebellions, criminal organizations, politics, or the Company itself. He's out for revenge - not only on the Company, but on the 'rotten world' that allowed for the tragedies in his life. He's ready to burn everything to the ground, with no interest in rebuilding or improving anyone's lives.

Original History: don't you hear it too?


SIMPLE KATANA - modified with a special coating to withstand far greater impact than regular folded steel
KISERU - and a small satchel of flavored tobacco and sometimes an opiate the pipe's style is uncommon in the Quad, having originated on Edo

Samples: a forest fire about to flood over an empire

Miscellaneous Notes:
Edited 2016-12-06 07:18 (UTC)