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Love Is Red...
... Love Is Dead
Created on 2008-03-04 02:33:52 (#15074272), last updated 2009-04-15
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Basic Info| Name: | Sabaku no Gaara |
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| Basics |
| Name: Sabaku no Gaara Age: 17 Height: 5' 11" Weight: 133lb Build: Toned, lightly muscled. Strong, without having the appearance of being so. Lanky, in a way, but sure-footed and athletic. Stealthy, with a good sense of control for his body's movements. Hair Color: Red Eye Color: Jade/Hazel. Tend to look more green, though it varies with his mood. DOB: January 19th Sexual Preference: Women |
| Division |
| Cena |
| Background |
| He was born a monster. At least, that’s what his father said. Gaara never knew of his mother’s opinion on the matter, for she had died while giving birth to him. For the young red-head, his first breath of life in this world was tainted by the scent of blood, and hate. He liked that smell. Growing up as a toddler in a dysfunctional family would have been hard, had he the mind to care. As it were, Gaara kept mostly to himself, speaking only when necessary, and even then, with the least amount of words as possible. Because of this, his father had deemed him an idiot, mentally incapable of intelligent thought; though, in his later years of life, an attempt at schooling had proven that Gaara had genius capabilities, though his sanity was shaky, at best. This weakened mental and emotional state could be blamed on the red-head’s upbringing, and the affect of his father’s constantly mumbled words. He had been called ‘demon,’ and was therefore entitled to take on such a role. As a child, instead of playing with action figures like any normal kid, Gaara snapped the heads off of his sister’s dolls, and enjoyed breaking the bones of any misfortunate creature to wander into his grasp. In an attempt to please his youngest son - or, more likely, to keep the demon child out of his hair -, Gaara’s father had been inclined to give the boy whatever he asked for, only using the most mild word of displeasure when trying to discipline the red-head. When Gaara began making death threats, those acts of discipline stopped altogether. The only relief he had from this world of hatred and malice was in his uncle, Yashamaru. The man watched over Gaara carefully - a constant protector, a constant provider. He was the father Gaara never had - the man who gave the little red-head the love he so achingly desired. Around Yashamaru, his guard was down, his hatred was coaxed back into the darkest recesses of his mind, and his secret shame - his secret regret for ever having been born - was forgotten. It only made sense that such comfort and safety was a lie. It all happened so fast, Gaara could barely comprehend what was going on around him. Yashamaru, his kind face twisted into an expression of utter rage. The shock of a knife hurtling towards him. A stranger blocking the blow. Yashamaru, on the ground, bloody, beaten, dying. And his words, those terrible, hateful words... "I've always hated you." ... "Never forgave you for killing my sister." ... "Just a monster." ... "Love only yourself." Love only yourself. Love only yourself love only yourself loveonlyyourself... It was the morning of his twelfth birthday. Later that day, Gaara, overwhelmed to the point of madness, had threatened his father’s life. Goaded by the incessant voice in the back of his head, the twelve-year-old had picked up one of the butcher’s knifes from the kitchen counter, and had preceded to carve a symbol into his forehead, not fully understanding why he was doing it, but enjoying the scent of blood all the same. His father had stood there, transfixed, as Gaara performed the gruesome task. When he was finished, the boy had ran a hand casually over the deep incisions, and tipped his head to the side. “I’m going to kill you,” he said, and watched as his father fled the room. The front door opened and closed with a bang, and Gaara found that his prey had gone missing. He never saw his father again. It wasn’t until the next morning, while inspecting his scar in the mirror, that he found the kanji for “Love” carved into his forehead, and a group of Arma waiting for him outside his door. Life in Cena was hard. The first month was hell. Twelve-year-olds weren't a common sight in the Red District, so for the longest time Gaara was targeted as easy prey. The money he had taken from his father's stash was stolen within the week. The clothes he had dragged along with him disappeared without a trace after the first few days. By the end of the month, he had nothing left but the clothes on his back and the shoes on his feet. Living conditions on the streets were disgusting, but he managed to survive. His insomnia, surprisingly, played a key role in his survival. In the dark of night, when most shops were closed, he would trail after thieves and buglers, watching as they robbed for food, money, and anything else that might catch their fancy. Always watching... always learning. And then, one night, his study paid off. The man had held a knife to his throat, intent on robbing the seemingly helpless boy, only to find that that boy wasn't as weak as he appeared. In a matter of moments, Gaara had turned the tables on the man, pinning him against the wall he had been cornered by earlier. It was a simple matter of flicking the wrist, and then the stranger crumpled to the ground, his throat cut open by the very blade he had wielded before. Thieves were one thing, but murderers were held in a higher respect. From that day on, no one bothered Gaara, unless he initiated contact first. He lived in Cena for years - traveling between districts every now and then -, until a chance encounter with a violet-eyed woman relocated him to Celo. He spent several months in her care - though he still wandered freely from time to time -, watching in an almost detached manner as the very foundation for his survival was slowly torn apart. A shocking realization, and a chance encounter with Temari later, and he fled once again to the streets of Cena, this time doing everything within his power to stay hidden from the people he had an inkling of a tie to. Ties were weak. And Gaara refused to die because of such weakness. |
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| Fighting 1. Verbal - Yes 2. Bloodshed - Yes 3. Injury - Probably 4. Death - NO 5. Other - Contact Me Friendship 1. Humor/Crack - It'd be tough, but Yes 2. Angst - Of course! 3. Support in Fights - Maybe 4. Other - Contact Me Relationship/Pairing 1. Yaoi/Yuri/Incest/Het - It'd have to be a helluva good reason/Can't/NO/Yes 2. Fluff - Yes, if believable 3. Romance - Yes, if believable 4. Smutt - Contact Me 5. Explicit Sex - Doubtful, but Contact Me 6. Highest Rating - PG-13, M 7. One-Night Stand - Contact Me 8. Long-Term Relationship - Yes, but once again, it'd have to be believable 9. Breaking Up - Contact Me 10. Other - Contact Me |
| Other |
| Gaara is a fictional character from the manga/anime, Naruto. This particular interpretation of him is played on the AU RPG, district of curia |
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