Tako, Anshō

Name: Tako, Anshō [蛸, 暗証]
Age: 28
Birthdate: October 9th
Gender: Androgyne (usually male pronouns)
Sexuality: Demisexual
Rank: Jounin

Village: Amagakure
Element(s): Suiton | Awaton
Specialties: Ninjutsu | Genjutsu
Special Characteristics: -



Height: 5’7”
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Teal
General Description: Anshō is an individual whose lithe body been shaped by the life that he has lived. His body is littered with scars, but luckily none have ventured up to form of the man’s face, and he is quite satisfied by this. He prefers that his face looks clean and youthful, which makes it harder for people to tell his age, even with his sharp eyes that have clearly seen much. And it is quite often thinking that he is a lot younger than he truly is, nearing thirty. His hair is black, and often curls and clumps together almost seemingly like the tentacles of his companions would.  

Over his lithe body, when he works, he is commonly found in a black wet-suit that has yellow fingers, as he commonly works with water. When he is off duty he simply wears a common brown striped shirt, green jacket, and blue pants, but it’s not unusual for him to work even in these clothes.





Personality: Like his body, Anshō personality is also one that has been shaped by the life that he has led. As a child he was quiet, built up by his distaste for his father’s business, but he was also one to want to have fun, even if there were times that he was bullied and teased for being such a strange member of his family. Always wanting to save the octopi from their certain deaths as meals for those who were hungry for their flesh, to the point that with jutsu his go-to is now creation of such creatures. This bullying, despite making him become all the more shy, created a hard emotional shell that he usually keeps up to this day.

However, when he joined the academy it allowed him to drop this shield quite a lot and truly become interactive in the village despite his family’s disapproval of becoming a shinobi. At the academy he found acceptance and something to truly become dedicated to. This strengthened his loyalty to the village itself, whether or not he had issues with those in it, or not. His dedication to the village is something that is likely to never be broken down by anything including torture. He has always been devoted to his village and the people in it since that time, and he displays a fierce loyalty that has never wavered even in times where he has doubted himself. He will protect anyone from a young child to the elders of the village against danger should he have a need to.

After leaving the academy, Anshō devoted his life to his career, throwing himself into his work, whether it was working with individuals on teams, or on solo missions. Anything that he could do to help his village and prove that despite his parent’s disapproval that he was there to do all he could, he would do. Anshō has a fierce desire to prove himself in the world of the shinobi, and does the best that he can. Though, like every other human being, he does make mistakes and can, at times, certainly be a bit lazy. Over all though, Anshō wants those within the village to succeed and feel safe within their homes, and he does what he can.

Anshō is an individual of extreme kindness to a point, even if he does not reveal this as often as he should. Seeing the horrors that life can bring for a shinobi has certainly scarred him in a great many ways, making him reluctant to allow people close to himself. However, he’s never let the nightmares that he has get to him that much, and it’s not something that he’ll talk about with anyone who he’s not extremely close to. Even when angry, it is hard for him to display this, preferring to be kind. However, this is not always the case. Sometimes, if he lets the heat of battle get to him or if it is someone who he truly has an amazing dislike for or is harming someone from the village, he can be truly cruel and sarcastic. He’s not one to keep gore out of the equation when fighting, and he can be truly brutal.


History: A soft sea breeze caressed the ocean on the evening of the day that the twins were born, bringing in the tide. The day had been just like any other day really, sunny, fair weathered and good for Kyūsokuna’s octopi fishing empire.  On this evening the father greeting the captains of his ships that went out each dawn to collect octopi, as he usually did when they normally returned each night, to make sure that their catch had been good. However, on this night he greeted them with an additional exciting announcement that his two children that they had been waiting for the past few months, had been born at about noon that very day.  

That particular noon that they were born on had been warm in the two-story home that the family owned, their mother having decided to give birth in their home with the help of a nursemaid or two. The air conditioning had broken the day before, and was being fixed at the time that the cry of the first of the brothers entered the air, Katō. The second cry, Anshō’s, joined his brother’s only a few minutes later, and not long after the coos of their older sister, Shiokaze, and parents joined the noises in the room. It was a pleasant day that they were born on, though a day that would start Anshō’s childhood of ridicule, as he was not what they deemed a ‘normal’ boy as an androgynous individual, or the first born son in the old fashion merchant family.

Because he was born in the Port of Dreams to a Merchant family with a distaste for the shinobi, the childhood of Anshō is one that is not quite like many of those who become shinobi for the village of Amagakure. His family was very disappointed when he first announced that he wanted to become a shinobi after hearing a story from a sailor about the amazing feats of what shinobi could achieve. The feats that he knew he would never be able to achieve if he were to stay within the family business. Only seven and he was already being overshadowed by his brother.

It was his brother who clung to their father, begging him to teach him how to run the business and how to catch octopi. It was Anshō who hated doing such things, preferring to rescue the octopi and secret them away to a hidden place that he could protect them. He hated seeing the magnificent creatures harmed in any way, and they were always shipped off so that they could be eaten. A staple of his family’s meals that he had never been able to eat. He’d even been caught and reprimanded more than a few times for attempting to rescue the poor creatures. Anshō hated it, and he had been dubbed the freak of the family by everyone, even his brother, though Kato tried to make Anshō feel better most of the time.

Much to the displeasure of his parents, and after much begging and shouting, Anshō was finally allowed to join the academy at the age of ten, and sent off to the main village, where he would live from that point on, almost as if his family had disowned him. However, he didn’t mind this, his dream of becoming a shinobi looked as if it was going to be realized. He had missed a couple years, but he worked hard, and he graduated with his peers at the age of twelve as if he had joined the academy at a normal age, and kick started his career as a shinobi.

As a genin, Anshō only continued to grow and thrive. He was truly dedicated to his work at this point, and he loved working with his sensei and his team on the mission that they were given. Some of them might have been truly silly, like hunting down lost pets, but each one was important to keep the happiness of the village up to par. It wasn’t until Anshō became a chuunin at the age of fourteen that things started to take a darker turn in his life again.

Fourteen, and Anshō began to see how cruel the world could be again, even away from the family that had tormented him as a child. One of his team mates was killed in action during one of their first missions as chuunin, but it wasn’t something that they could linger on for long, as the mission had to be completed. And complete it they did, and their team mate was replaced not long after that mission. They hardly had time to mourn the loss of the friend that had been with them since the academy. Of course, the one who joined their team had also gone to the academy, but it was still something that was quite hard to live with.

Still, life moves on, and Anshō found himself moving on as well. As a chuunin, he began to take more solo missions, until by the time that he was a special jounin he was taking essentially all solo missions. Solo missions were something that he found he preferred in many ways. If he made a mistake, it was his to take care of, and it was his life risked. There were no others to lose their lives if he were to do something wrong. However, this insecurity was something that he slowly grew out of as well, and by the time he was a jounin at age twenty-three, he had returned to taking group missions with others, a lot of the time as the leader of the group because of his rank.

Guiding others was of course difficult at first, but slowly he grew accustomed to it, though he is not certain he will ever take on a team of genin. He does prefer to work on teams of people who have more experience than that. And, solo missions still popped up every now and then, and he still takes them, sometimes needing a break from barking orders at individuals. He knows that it is his duty to do so, but he’s not certain that it’s what he wants to constantly do. However, As long as he can protect his village he will do what is necessary. He’s proved that time and time again, including in recent mission that he recently returned from where he was declared missing in action for nearly a year after being captured by the enemies that he had been sent after.  Home now, Anshō plans on taking a small break before jumping right back in to the field.


RP Sample: Anshō took a deep breath of air as he set foot on the familiar docks of the Port of Dreams, closing his eyes for a moment to let the familiar smells wash over him, soothing his weary body. He was home now, and that was all that mattered at this point, and it felt good. It had been about a year since he had last set foot on the land of his village and it felt good, after how rough it had been. He had missed his home, and he had worried for a time that he might not get back to see it again. Yet, here he was and he smiled as he opened his eyes again, roving over the familiar stalls on the docks and port as he moved. Still as bustling as ever. The tourist industry must still be booming. He was glad to see that it had not stopped yet. He hummed as he dodged an individual carrying a crate, and proceeded to move through the crowds.

Perhaps he would stop by the home of his family before getting an airship to the main village to make his report and hear about the goings on of the village while he had been away. Or, perhaps not. He wasn't quite in the mood to see his family at the moment. After all, they'd probably berate him for his career choice, and he was much too tired to want anything to do with that. Who would want to be beaten while they were down anyway? He sighed and rolled his eyes, moving to the familiar airport. It was a simple matter of showing his ID and other papers, assuring them that, yes, despite his bruises, he was fine, and he really just needed to go home. Soon he found himself on an airship, and he leaned into his seat, turning his head slightly to look out the window. Wow... even a simple seat like this was comfortable. And somehow, he found himself dozing off for the relatively quick flight only to be jolted awake by the announcement that they had landed.

Blinking, Anshō rolled his shoulders and stepped out of the airship, making his way into the village, observing his surroundings and looking for differences. And, he found himself smiling, much to the disapproval to the bruise on his cheek, as he walked through the village, meandering a bit as he made his way to the capitol to report in.

Faceclaim: Balor from "Besoboy"