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Characters Name: Gintoki Sakata
Age: Around 27 or so? Never specified in canon, and he probably has no idea anyway because orphan.
Canon: Gintama
Canon Point: Chapter 169
Species: Human
Gender: Male, through and through
Orientation: Bisexual. Gintoki has canonically spent coughquality timecough with both men and women, and while it’s pretty much only been while drunk, it’s all to do with emotional hangups and nothing to do with preferences. He’ll swing both ways, even if more reluctantly towards his own gender.
History: Wiki page
Appearance: A link because I’m lazy. But don’t let that one fool you because here is his true form, and ftr, his eyes are red.
Personality: People don’t usually get the best first impression from Gintoki. He’s aloof and nonchalant, seems to care little for anything or anyone that isn’t sugar, gambling and other questionable life choices, or himself. He’s a useless lazy slob, a rude jerk and a dirty old man.
He isn’t very energetic. Has he a choice he prefers sleeping his way through life, spending what energy he has on pastimes that may seem meaningless, ambling slowly down a road that doesn’t look like it’s leading anywhere. No motivation, no goals, no energy, and not a care in the world. Reflecting that, he regards the world with half-lidded “dead fish eyes” as though he’s always on the verge of falling asleep.
Eventually, however, people either end up liking him or being fascinated by him. He’s described as one of few people still possessing the spirit of a samurai. Something dazzling and shining. Something that keeps him going.
The truth is Gintoki has no desire to live any other way. After a long time - or at least what felt like a long time - of fighting to live, being able to sleep and waste life away is the greatest luxury Gintoki can allow himself. After living on the street a big part of his life, having a roof over his head and an income, no matter how small, is more than he’ll ask for. Using his money on manga and sweets and alcohol and gambling, while on one hand a questionable coping mechanism, on another it’s the sort of life that was no option to him before.
He’s done his fighting for survival, he’s done his scrambling for the top. He learned the ways of a samurai, learned to fight for what matters - to protect - and in the end it didn’t turn out like he wanted it to. He is still recovering. He is tired, physically and mentally, and he’s done his struggling. The lazy life is his reward.
When it matters, he will pull out what earned him the title Shiroyasha - White Demon - during the Joui Wars. When it matters, he takes note of people’s soul, of people’s wishes and dreams and hopes, and in his own way he roots for them. Because Gintoki has a belief, and it drives everything he does.
Live beautifully.
Meaning, live, and live as you like. A woman wants to become the first female fireman, and he calls her “firewoman.” A friend wants to travel the stars, and he vows to look after the world so that said friend can do so without guilt or worry. Another wants to commit seppuku instead of being captured or dying at the enemy’s hands, and he says, “If you have time to think about a beautiful death, why don’t you live beautifully instead?”
Because what’s the point otherwise?
Gintoki will protect it. He will see people’s souls, and he will cradle them to him and protect them with everything he’s got. He will make sure people live. And he will do so with an unflinching gaze, no matter how half-lidded, and with an unbreakable soul. People see this hidden side of him and either want to be near it or fight it.
When he was first taken off the streets by a man named Yoshida Shouyou, who came to be like a father to him, he was taught to use a sword to protect and it has stuck with him ever since. There is no other reason he fights. He joined the war to protect and save Shouyou, and left when it failed and he decided he wasn’t actually capable of protecting anything. It’s his greatest motivation in life; it’s all he wants; to be able to protect people. If he can’t have that, he crumbles.
Because of it, he has a bad habit of shouldering everything by himself. Trying to, at least; his friends don’t usually let him. He takes on problems and isn’t quick to accept help if doing so would put others in danger. If you ask him, it’s best if he does it alone, not because he thinks his life isn’t worth as much as the rest (though he does), but because if he has a choice, he would rather they live on. He knows nothing worse, nothing more painful, than someone dying before they’ve lived.
He swore to never fall into that hole again. He came out alive from the war and swore he’d never carry that burden. He put up walls around himself, putting in effort not to care, until two kids barged into his life and turned it all around again - Kagura and Shinpachi. The walls haven’t fallen. They’re still very much there because if they’re not he can’t be certain that he’ll be able to keep standing. But tentatively he lets people in - barely - and tentatively he reaches out. Learns to trust in others’ abilities to protect themselves. Learns to allow others to protect him, too.
God knows he needs it. He’s a reckless fool at the best of times, throwing himself headfirst into danger without thinking things over. During the Joui Wars he was a beacon on the battlefield, with his silver hair and white clothes. He has no care or sense for delicacy. If you give him something, anything, he takes it and runs with it and doesn’t look back. Not too long, anyway.
Occasionally, it goes too far. Occasionally something sneaks past his walls, digs into him and twists until he’s hardly an image of himself. Shiroyasha - the name, the part of him, that struck fear into the enemy - is not something he prides himself on. He keeps it under tight wraps; the being he became to battle creatures. Their enemy was not human, and so, they stopped being human too.
Sometimes it goes too far. Sometimes the beast awakens in his eyes and he becomes near unstoppable. Reason vacates the premises and nothing but instinct remains. And instinct says to kill.
Generally, Gintoki is done killing. But if something important enough is threatened, he forgets. Willingly or not.
That aside, he genuinely likes fighting. Physical fights, that is. With swords, or fists, or anything. They don’t necessarily need to honourable, or on entirely fair terms (he likes to cheat occasionally), but everyone has to be treated justly. That is, a fight that is anything but someone taking advantage of the underdog, especially if that means death. Because that is simply disgusting to him.
He may not fully agree with the nationalists and their ideas, and he doesn’t necessarily want to kick every foreigner out of the country, but that doesn’t mean he entirely agrees with the way things are either. The way things are run, to him, stinks of corruption. He employs silent protest tactics. Passive aggressive, if you like.
Real swords are banned, so Gintoki buys a wooden sword made from a special (alien) type of wood that is strong enough to compare with and stand against any metal blade. At one point, he’s annoyed enough to pee on a police station. And for a moment, he’s about to completely ignore a job offer because it comes from an Important Person (a prince) and he doesn’t like Important People (but then he’s offered a lot of money and he changes his mind: A man’s got to live, after all, and he is sometimes very easily bought).
But the absolute most important thing to Gintoki is family. He’s never had blood family, because his parents either died or abandoned him, but he’s had several makeshift families made of people that have given him a roof over his head, comrades he has fought a war with, and one or two that he’s given a roof over their head. Despite never having had a family he’s related to by blood, he believes very strongly in the importance of that love and those relationships.
So much so that he’s ready to give up parts of his own makeshift family to give them a chance to go with their own, like when Kagura, an alien girl who got involved with the Yakuza and then decided to crash permanently at Gintoki’s place, was reunited with her father and Gintoki pushed her away because he thought that would be best for her. Being with her real dad, and not whatever he was to her.
He tends to do things like that: Make decisions for people according to what he believes would be right for them, regardless of his own feelings. It takes time for him to start accepting that people sometimes want to return the favour and look after him in that way, and that saving and protecting is a two way street.
Which is funny, seeing as he’s been saved many, many times and is well aware of this fact. Or not so funny at all, because it puzzles him. He doesn’t quite know what it is he’s done to deserve it. There is a lot of blood on his hands, of both friends and enemies, and as far as he’s concerned he doesn’t think he’s earned the love and care that people show him. While he is slowly starting to accept that perhaps he does, or perhaps it simply doesn’t matter at all because people are going to choose to do it anyway, it’s a slow process and he harbours a lot of resentment towards himself that won’t go away in the first place.
Then there are promises. Gintoki does not take promises lightly. If he’s made a promise, he will stick to it no matter what, whether it means killing or invading the home of the Shogun himself and claiming that he’ll conquer the country. If someone entrusts something very important to him, he will make it reality, or die trying.
At the core, Gintoki is an observer. A person who reacts rather than acts. He takes in the world and the people around him and then he goes where his loved ones take him. He joined the war against the aliens because he wanted to find Shouyou, and because the rest of his family at the time - Katsura and Takasugi - went too.
Not even after Shouyou died and he left those two did he really stop observing and get involved in other’s business. He’s never learned to keep out of it.
He’s surrounded by absurd people. In comparison, he’s one of the more ... shall we say normal, of the bunch. He’s often the one who stands in the background asking everyone what the hell they’re doing. He’s just not energetic enough to join in on the crazy. Not all the time, at least.
That’s not to say that he can’t be. If he feels like it, he’ll join in, whether it’s to constantly get someone’s name wrong or act like he doesn’t give a shit about you at all by hopping up on his scooter and driving off when you ask him for help. In fact, he’s kind of a giant offensive jerk who insults transvestites and tells women they belong in the kitchen (without truly meaning it), but he might say that’s just what happens when you have a troubled childhood (which is kind of what it is about).
Abilities: Gintoki is a good old regular human, and has no super powers to speak of. Although, Gintama being a manga/anime and him being the protagonist does give him questionable levels of strength and endurance. The greatest skill he’s got running for himself is his skill with a blade. He is, together with three others (Takasugi, Katsura and Sakamoto), one of the young prodigies of the Joui Wars, described as having an unpredictable fighting style. While it’s quite reliant on strength, he is also capable of great speed and agility, able to twist in the air in a second and catch someone known for their great speed off-guard.
To fit that, he has insane reflexes. In a fight, he goes more on instinct than anything else, and he can feel danger approaching from all angles. All senses are on high alert. It’s almost like he can feel the air part around an enemy approaching or something like that. Who knows.
He possesses a ridiculously high pain threshold while in battle, and is incredibly good at blocking pain out when he does start to feel it. It doesn’t matter if he’s been poisoned, pierced through by a blade or had thin strings dig into his ankles; he will struggle to keep fighting until it’s impossible. He does not give in. He’ll block the pain out and keep going.
He’s also pretty good at thinking quickly and on his feet. Sometimes with very questionable results that make you wonder how smart he really is, but quick thinking nonetheless. Adding to that, he’s very good at simply making shit up. If he decides to tell you a story, while it’ll probably be very ridiculous, you can’t say it’s not creative and entertaining. It’s really just a lot of bullshitting, but he’s good at it!
Fitting his sweet tooth, he’s good at baking, as well as cooking. Being as lazy as he is, however, he’s much more likely to invest the time into baking something sweet than cook actual food, if he actually gets off his ass to do any of those things.
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First Person: Meme thread
Third Person: Possibly, the sensible thing when you got a mysterious set of keys, a mysterious phone and a mysterious letter, was to … investigate one way or another. Or ask someone in the area what was going on because this was definitely not where you went to sleep. If you went to sleep at all. Truly, for Gintoki it could be hard to tell. He easily slept the days away without noticing.
The less sensible thing when you got … all those things - let’s not list them again - was, probably, to go into the house with a matching number to the ones on one of your keys. At least when you hadn’t read the letter that said it was yours. Gintoki took one look at it, decided it was too long and dropped it right there on the porch.
And anyway, he felt starved. Very likely he’d slept forever, because that was what big battles did to you. Waking up weird places … Okay, usually when he woke up somewhere unfamiliar it was at least still Edo and this looked nothing like it, but he could worry about that later, after eating and raiding the fridge for food to bring with him back to Kagura. It was a miracle that girl and her giant dog hadn’t eaten him out of the house yet.
Thus, he was rummaging through the fridge. There was bread out on the counter already, because there was no way he was taking time cooking anything when his stomach was empty enough to want to stab him from the inside. Or maybe that was just remnants of the last battle? It was pretty rough. Ah, hard to tell …
Soon enough he had a small pile of butter, ham, cheese, vegetables … anything you could put on a sandwich.
“No bean paste. They’ve got no taste,” he scoffed, closed the door and stepped back, cupping his chin in his hand, studying the pile like it was a matter of life and death. “Aa, if I put everything on it I can’t really tell if it’s bad or good. Is that fine? Aaa, or maybe it won’t be that bad at all.”
Player: Tossino
Age: 21
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IC INFORMATION;
Characters Name: Gintoki Sakata
Age: Around 27 or so? Never specified in canon, and he probably has no idea anyway because orphan.
Canon: Gintama
Canon Point: Chapter 169
Species: Human
Gender: Male, through and through
Orientation: Bisexual. Gintoki has canonically spent coughquality timecough with both men and women, and while it’s pretty much only been while drunk, it’s all to do with emotional hangups and nothing to do with preferences. He’ll swing both ways, even if more reluctantly towards his own gender.
History: Wiki page
Appearance: A link because I’m lazy. But don’t let that one fool you because here is his true form, and ftr, his eyes are red.
Personality: People don’t usually get the best first impression from Gintoki. He’s aloof and nonchalant, seems to care little for anything or anyone that isn’t sugar, gambling and other questionable life choices, or himself. He’s a useless lazy slob, a rude jerk and a dirty old man.
He isn’t very energetic. Has he a choice he prefers sleeping his way through life, spending what energy he has on pastimes that may seem meaningless, ambling slowly down a road that doesn’t look like it’s leading anywhere. No motivation, no goals, no energy, and not a care in the world. Reflecting that, he regards the world with half-lidded “dead fish eyes” as though he’s always on the verge of falling asleep.
Eventually, however, people either end up liking him or being fascinated by him. He’s described as one of few people still possessing the spirit of a samurai. Something dazzling and shining. Something that keeps him going.
The truth is Gintoki has no desire to live any other way. After a long time - or at least what felt like a long time - of fighting to live, being able to sleep and waste life away is the greatest luxury Gintoki can allow himself. After living on the street a big part of his life, having a roof over his head and an income, no matter how small, is more than he’ll ask for. Using his money on manga and sweets and alcohol and gambling, while on one hand a questionable coping mechanism, on another it’s the sort of life that was no option to him before.
He’s done his fighting for survival, he’s done his scrambling for the top. He learned the ways of a samurai, learned to fight for what matters - to protect - and in the end it didn’t turn out like he wanted it to. He is still recovering. He is tired, physically and mentally, and he’s done his struggling. The lazy life is his reward.
When it matters, he will pull out what earned him the title Shiroyasha - White Demon - during the Joui Wars. When it matters, he takes note of people’s soul, of people’s wishes and dreams and hopes, and in his own way he roots for them. Because Gintoki has a belief, and it drives everything he does.
Live beautifully.
Meaning, live, and live as you like. A woman wants to become the first female fireman, and he calls her “firewoman.” A friend wants to travel the stars, and he vows to look after the world so that said friend can do so without guilt or worry. Another wants to commit seppuku instead of being captured or dying at the enemy’s hands, and he says, “If you have time to think about a beautiful death, why don’t you live beautifully instead?”
Because what’s the point otherwise?
Gintoki will protect it. He will see people’s souls, and he will cradle them to him and protect them with everything he’s got. He will make sure people live. And he will do so with an unflinching gaze, no matter how half-lidded, and with an unbreakable soul. People see this hidden side of him and either want to be near it or fight it.
When he was first taken off the streets by a man named Yoshida Shouyou, who came to be like a father to him, he was taught to use a sword to protect and it has stuck with him ever since. There is no other reason he fights. He joined the war to protect and save Shouyou, and left when it failed and he decided he wasn’t actually capable of protecting anything. It’s his greatest motivation in life; it’s all he wants; to be able to protect people. If he can’t have that, he crumbles.
Because of it, he has a bad habit of shouldering everything by himself. Trying to, at least; his friends don’t usually let him. He takes on problems and isn’t quick to accept help if doing so would put others in danger. If you ask him, it’s best if he does it alone, not because he thinks his life isn’t worth as much as the rest (though he does), but because if he has a choice, he would rather they live on. He knows nothing worse, nothing more painful, than someone dying before they’ve lived.
He swore to never fall into that hole again. He came out alive from the war and swore he’d never carry that burden. He put up walls around himself, putting in effort not to care, until two kids barged into his life and turned it all around again - Kagura and Shinpachi. The walls haven’t fallen. They’re still very much there because if they’re not he can’t be certain that he’ll be able to keep standing. But tentatively he lets people in - barely - and tentatively he reaches out. Learns to trust in others’ abilities to protect themselves. Learns to allow others to protect him, too.
God knows he needs it. He’s a reckless fool at the best of times, throwing himself headfirst into danger without thinking things over. During the Joui Wars he was a beacon on the battlefield, with his silver hair and white clothes. He has no care or sense for delicacy. If you give him something, anything, he takes it and runs with it and doesn’t look back. Not too long, anyway.
Occasionally, it goes too far. Occasionally something sneaks past his walls, digs into him and twists until he’s hardly an image of himself. Shiroyasha - the name, the part of him, that struck fear into the enemy - is not something he prides himself on. He keeps it under tight wraps; the being he became to battle creatures. Their enemy was not human, and so, they stopped being human too.
Sometimes it goes too far. Sometimes the beast awakens in his eyes and he becomes near unstoppable. Reason vacates the premises and nothing but instinct remains. And instinct says to kill.
Generally, Gintoki is done killing. But if something important enough is threatened, he forgets. Willingly or not.
That aside, he genuinely likes fighting. Physical fights, that is. With swords, or fists, or anything. They don’t necessarily need to honourable, or on entirely fair terms (he likes to cheat occasionally), but everyone has to be treated justly. That is, a fight that is anything but someone taking advantage of the underdog, especially if that means death. Because that is simply disgusting to him.
He may not fully agree with the nationalists and their ideas, and he doesn’t necessarily want to kick every foreigner out of the country, but that doesn’t mean he entirely agrees with the way things are either. The way things are run, to him, stinks of corruption. He employs silent protest tactics. Passive aggressive, if you like.
Real swords are banned, so Gintoki buys a wooden sword made from a special (alien) type of wood that is strong enough to compare with and stand against any metal blade. At one point, he’s annoyed enough to pee on a police station. And for a moment, he’s about to completely ignore a job offer because it comes from an Important Person (a prince) and he doesn’t like Important People (but then he’s offered a lot of money and he changes his mind: A man’s got to live, after all, and he is sometimes very easily bought).
But the absolute most important thing to Gintoki is family. He’s never had blood family, because his parents either died or abandoned him, but he’s had several makeshift families made of people that have given him a roof over his head, comrades he has fought a war with, and one or two that he’s given a roof over their head. Despite never having had a family he’s related to by blood, he believes very strongly in the importance of that love and those relationships.
So much so that he’s ready to give up parts of his own makeshift family to give them a chance to go with their own, like when Kagura, an alien girl who got involved with the Yakuza and then decided to crash permanently at Gintoki’s place, was reunited with her father and Gintoki pushed her away because he thought that would be best for her. Being with her real dad, and not whatever he was to her.
He tends to do things like that: Make decisions for people according to what he believes would be right for them, regardless of his own feelings. It takes time for him to start accepting that people sometimes want to return the favour and look after him in that way, and that saving and protecting is a two way street.
Which is funny, seeing as he’s been saved many, many times and is well aware of this fact. Or not so funny at all, because it puzzles him. He doesn’t quite know what it is he’s done to deserve it. There is a lot of blood on his hands, of both friends and enemies, and as far as he’s concerned he doesn’t think he’s earned the love and care that people show him. While he is slowly starting to accept that perhaps he does, or perhaps it simply doesn’t matter at all because people are going to choose to do it anyway, it’s a slow process and he harbours a lot of resentment towards himself that won’t go away in the first place.
Then there are promises. Gintoki does not take promises lightly. If he’s made a promise, he will stick to it no matter what, whether it means killing or invading the home of the Shogun himself and claiming that he’ll conquer the country. If someone entrusts something very important to him, he will make it reality, or die trying.
At the core, Gintoki is an observer. A person who reacts rather than acts. He takes in the world and the people around him and then he goes where his loved ones take him. He joined the war against the aliens because he wanted to find Shouyou, and because the rest of his family at the time - Katsura and Takasugi - went too.
Not even after Shouyou died and he left those two did he really stop observing and get involved in other’s business. He’s never learned to keep out of it.
He’s surrounded by absurd people. In comparison, he’s one of the more ... shall we say normal, of the bunch. He’s often the one who stands in the background asking everyone what the hell they’re doing. He’s just not energetic enough to join in on the crazy. Not all the time, at least.
That’s not to say that he can’t be. If he feels like it, he’ll join in, whether it’s to constantly get someone’s name wrong or act like he doesn’t give a shit about you at all by hopping up on his scooter and driving off when you ask him for help. In fact, he’s kind of a giant offensive jerk who insults transvestites and tells women they belong in the kitchen (without truly meaning it), but he might say that’s just what happens when you have a troubled childhood (which is kind of what it is about).
Abilities: Gintoki is a good old regular human, and has no super powers to speak of. Although, Gintama being a manga/anime and him being the protagonist does give him questionable levels of strength and endurance. The greatest skill he’s got running for himself is his skill with a blade. He is, together with three others (Takasugi, Katsura and Sakamoto), one of the young prodigies of the Joui Wars, described as having an unpredictable fighting style. While it’s quite reliant on strength, he is also capable of great speed and agility, able to twist in the air in a second and catch someone known for their great speed off-guard.
To fit that, he has insane reflexes. In a fight, he goes more on instinct than anything else, and he can feel danger approaching from all angles. All senses are on high alert. It’s almost like he can feel the air part around an enemy approaching or something like that. Who knows.
He possesses a ridiculously high pain threshold while in battle, and is incredibly good at blocking pain out when he does start to feel it. It doesn’t matter if he’s been poisoned, pierced through by a blade or had thin strings dig into his ankles; he will struggle to keep fighting until it’s impossible. He does not give in. He’ll block the pain out and keep going.
He’s also pretty good at thinking quickly and on his feet. Sometimes with very questionable results that make you wonder how smart he really is, but quick thinking nonetheless. Adding to that, he’s very good at simply making shit up. If he decides to tell you a story, while it’ll probably be very ridiculous, you can’t say it’s not creative and entertaining. It’s really just a lot of bullshitting, but he’s good at it!
Fitting his sweet tooth, he’s good at baking, as well as cooking. Being as lazy as he is, however, he’s much more likely to invest the time into baking something sweet than cook actual food, if he actually gets off his ass to do any of those things.
Other:
SAMPLES;
First Person: Meme thread
Third Person: Possibly, the sensible thing when you got a mysterious set of keys, a mysterious phone and a mysterious letter, was to … investigate one way or another. Or ask someone in the area what was going on because this was definitely not where you went to sleep. If you went to sleep at all. Truly, for Gintoki it could be hard to tell. He easily slept the days away without noticing.
The less sensible thing when you got … all those things - let’s not list them again - was, probably, to go into the house with a matching number to the ones on one of your keys. At least when you hadn’t read the letter that said it was yours. Gintoki took one look at it, decided it was too long and dropped it right there on the porch.
And anyway, he felt starved. Very likely he’d slept forever, because that was what big battles did to you. Waking up weird places … Okay, usually when he woke up somewhere unfamiliar it was at least still Edo and this looked nothing like it, but he could worry about that later, after eating and raiding the fridge for food to bring with him back to Kagura. It was a miracle that girl and her giant dog hadn’t eaten him out of the house yet.
Thus, he was rummaging through the fridge. There was bread out on the counter already, because there was no way he was taking time cooking anything when his stomach was empty enough to want to stab him from the inside. Or maybe that was just remnants of the last battle? It was pretty rough. Ah, hard to tell …
Soon enough he had a small pile of butter, ham, cheese, vegetables … anything you could put on a sandwich.
“No bean paste. They’ve got no taste,” he scoffed, closed the door and stepped back, cupping his chin in his hand, studying the pile like it was a matter of life and death. “Aa, if I put everything on it I can’t really tell if it’s bad or good. Is that fine? Aaa, or maybe it won’t be that bad at all.”