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Takasugi Shinsuke
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Killing: ❀ - planned
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Warnings: violence, tobacco use, drug use, mentions of suicide, alcohol, sexual situations

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CHARACTER CANON INFORMATION
Character Name: Takasugi Shinsuke
Canon: Gintama
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Canon Point: Immediately before the Shogun Assassination Arc
History: It's like all the butterflies just died
Powers/Abilities: Takasugi is human in every way except, perhaps, his love for Yakult. Since gorging on a probiotic is a shitty idea, he tends to buy it for everyone around him with astounding generosity for a self-centered brat.

But really - while his skills in combat are remarkable through training, war experience and instinct, Takasugi has no 'super' powers to augment his fighting ability. In addition to being super strong™, Takasugi has some other shounen antagonist traits, such as charisma, manipulation and being generally schemey.

His true power shines when it comes to resounding bitterness.
Personality:

"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.

CHARACTER AU INFORMATION
Student Name: Takasugi Shinsuke
Date of Birth: 8/10/20XX
Typical Appearance: I'll be destroying everything again this year
Typical Inventory:
❁ cigarettes
❁ plain zippo lighter
❁ switchblade
❁ smartphone
❁ small amount of narcotics (marijuana or lowkey psychedelic)
❁ notebook from mentor

Strengths/Abilities:
❁ word play
❁ fighting
❁ kendo
❁ getting angry at Gintoki
❁ destroying
❁ aesthetic
❁ yakult

Weaknesses:
❁ bored
❁ pretentious
❁ combative
❁ defiant
❁ 2edgy4u
❁ one eye down

Personality Translation: The most important difference in Takasugi's personality stems from the fact that his mentor is currently alive. Thus, his attitude reflects his Joui personality more than it reflects his post-war personality. That is to say, he's still childish in many ways. He can be goaded into a fight, he'll hold a petty grudge for months, he wants to be the best at everything he does and he absolutely cares to look cool. Despite all of this, there is a side to him that respects his mentor and is willing to accept that man's guidance on his path in life. A path that hasn't yet locked into 'destroy everything.'

Doing that is too edgy even for the most heartless of hardcore delinquents. Defiant for defiance's sake, if anything seems too pristine or if he's just bored, he'll make it his primary goal to disrupt whatever's caught his eye. 'I simply destroy' will be his mantra no matter what universe he's in, but in a high school setting it gets pretty damn abstract. He'll simply destroy a bigger gang that may be causing problems for average students - thus doing everyone? a favor? He'll simply destroy a fight by not showing up at all, so it can't take place.

Takasugi is still a shrewd leader, collecting a small number of students as part of his personal 'gang'. Numbers are not so important to him as loyalty and an understanding of his desires. If he decides to do something, no matter it's 'street cred' indications, he is very responsible about seeing it through. This comes in the form of brawling, but also in the form of sorting his trash or "attending abacus club" (his favorite excuse to not do something).

In class...Takasugi isn't usually present, though he can typically be found somewhere in the vicinity of campus. If he does attend, he'll either be texting or reading with his feet propped up on his desk. Homework somehow gets turned in, so his grades aren't abysmal, but it's very clear that he doesn't care for academia in any way.

He does occasionally attend kendo club, though the lack of a good opponent bores him. Even more rarely, he'll actually go to abacus club when he's used it as an excuse. He's pretty good with numbers, so he actually engages with the instrument, just while keeping to himself in the back of the room.

Still gripped by restlessness, Takasugi frequently expresses his boredom. Anything could qualify as interesting to him, as his gauge of what is worth his time comes from how he feels about it rather than a set criteria in his head. Thus, it might seem as if he gets involved in some pretty weird things for a delinquent but don't worry, he's also out there busting noses and scrapping through gang fights.

AU Backstory:

Shinsuke's cheek ached as his palm pressed red blotches into the soft flesh. A droning voice completed the room's chalk-laden musty atmosphere perfectly. He didn't bother to turn the page in his book. Heavy eyes dragged to peer out the window, pristine grass torn up to reveal the contrast of mud and crushed flowers. Takasugi's lips curled into a smile. Just that morning, his heels had been digging into that landscape, as he threw his fists into the faces of two upperclassmen who had decided they didn't like the way he looked.

He would take his time on his way home, stopping to stare at shadows as they fell over the suburban terrain and letting his eyes drift to follow a falling leaf as it's color was overtaken by the sunset. When the crisp night air accompanied him in the door to his family's home, the boy's eyes ached in the darkness. His father's yell split the silence, an angry hand threatening to have him on the ground for all the calls they'd received.

Shinsuke couldn't smile, but he couldn't frown. His face was as heavy as his gut, exhausted from the weight of such trivial expectations.

Takasugi Shinsuke was born to a wealthy upper middle class family. They were intensely concerned about image, thus increasingly strict with their first son when he didn't fall in line with their expectations. Verbal outbursts were frequent, though they did turn to physical discipline to really drive the point home.

It wasn't long before Shinsuke understood. Unfortunately, he didn't care to follow that path. The boy had difficulty connecting with others in school, a friendless brat save for one other outcast. But even the well meaning words of his first friend couldn't stop him from getting into fights. At first he'd hit someone too hard at kendo practice, but his conflicts quickly grew to before and after school scuffles.

Four broken shinais and he was gone, running with adrenaline coursing through his body as the teacher gave chase. They'd never catch him. Shinsuke ducked around a noodle cart, scaled a fence and was free with only scrapes up his legs. A clean escape. He leaned back against a brick wall, rough surface scratching the expensive fabric of his uniform. It was probably ruined.

Once he regained his breath, the boy set to wandering, to seeing the city as a specter. No one gave a scrappy kid a second glance, so he was able to climb up a bridge abandoned halfway through construction. The perch served as an ideal spot to stare at passing cars - people on their way through their boring days - and the passing sun. He'd return there many times.

On a summer night, the sky choking on the sun as it refused to set, Takasugi was making his descent from the perch when footsteps crunched on abused asphalt and surrounded him. They'd come for revenge.

Shinsuke smiled.

Words flew between them and Takasugi's fingers curled, cold flesh on colder metal. How many bones could one steel pipe break?

Takasugi never got to count - a blur of white hair that amplified the sunset had him squinting. A no good brat had showed up, soon to be joined by his keeper. That man's hands hung in the air as well, not a threat, but a promise. They were strong.

If he could hold Gintoki, then surely he could handle one more.

Takasugi quickly developed the habit of sneaking out, though he wouldn't cut class. He'd frequently leave practice early or come home late, preferring ruminating in his favorite of the city's vantage points to sitting and listening to adults prattle on. His fighting habit continued, spreading distaste for him throughout the local youth.

Just when a fight he wasn't sure he could win was brewing, a white permed brat stepped in and interrupted the first interesting thing to happen to him all week. Gintoki had arrived, and soon after him came the albino's mentor. A guardian to Gintoki, this man quickly offered his guidance to Takasugi as well. The boy accepted, and from there, he began to truly grow.

Deep bruises ached in Takasugi's bones. His shins, his arms, his ribs, his neck - it all shrieked in pain as he descended the stairs of his parents' house with shaking legs. Each throb of pain only strengthened his resolve. Most of the blossoms of blue and black were from that white haired brat. Those he cherished - each a lesson to learn and use as a weapon. The ones from his father...those he hoped to expose, to let the useless preaching be beaten from his body as soundly as it had exited his mind.

The walk was slow, agonizing not in it's pain but in his anticipation of the next fight. How would Gintoki approach him this time, and how would he react?

Shinsuke smiled.

That was the day he won. Cheers erupted and more than anything, his mouth ached. He couldn't contain it-

Shinsuke laughed.

Takasugi wanted to see just what this boy who had presented himself was made of. He cut school completely to find Gintoki, to challenge him to a fight. The boy accepted, and thus began weeks and months of matches that ended in Shinsuke's defeat.

His family grew increasingly dissatisfied with his disregard for his schooling and with his rough habits leaving his appearance deplorable. Tensions rose, but Takasugi was never able to focus on that. All he could think about was beating Gintoki.

And one day he did.

From that day on he'd return to fight, to learn, and to live alongside his new classmates and teacher.

The strings of his shamisen screeched as frustrated fingers scraped up the neck of the instrument. Takasugi's wrists ached, but he wasn't going to stop. He'd scoffed at the lessons initially. Shamisen were fragile, easy to splinter or prone to decay over time until they would never sing in tune again.

His teacher insisted - there were many kinds of strength.

So the boy had picked up a craft of subtlety with fumbling hands. Soft yet sharp individual sounds all came together to create one melody that stood out against the silence and mingled with the dim light around them.

There was beauty in strength.

A pause, time for Takasugi to glare and huff a sigh of anger that refused to leave him. And then an offer, "Let's play together." Takasugi's eyes bulged and he pulled the shamisen close, floundered, and brought it to the ready.

He smiled, and music filled the room around them. The man's strength was beauty, and he was surrounded by it.

For almost a year Takasugi was able to sneak out of school or his home to take lessons of all kinds from his mentor. While his interest rested in physical or philosophical learning, the boy would even sit through normal lectures if it meant he was able to be near his mentor.

During this time his ties to his mentor, to Gintoki, to the close friend from his youth who had followed him to this place, grew deeper. Eventually, he became completely estranged from his parents, living with his mentor in his new home.

Takasugi's wrists scraped raw against the metal of the cuffs around them. He rolled his shoulders, spine stiff from how the police had jerked him around before shoving him into the back of their car. The seats were too new to be comfortable - the promise of softness not yet beaten out of them.

He would come quietly. Not for surrender or obedience but for lack of an escape route. Walking up the steps into the containment facility, a busted shoe cut into his ankle. Just as the officers held their jaws high, firmly set in their menial justice, Takasugi looked forward. His hair fell into his face in disarray, but his view was clear. There were so many interesting people behind bars.

Questions rattled from the sagging lips of an old officer who would pry information from him with banality more lethal than any torture device.

His father's phone number - contacted and denied. Contacted again. He could hear it over the crackling aged technology 'I have no son'.

Shinsuke smiled.

Twenty four hours later, he descended the stairs curling his fingers. He was free.

Upon being detained for a minor infringement, Takasugi learned that his parents had legally disowned him. He hadn't communicated with them in years and it hurt him to no degree to hear the news. The disconnect was simply a weak tether to his past finally snapping.

While still living with his mentor, Takasugi began to gather funds for himself. He did this through the gang involvement he already had, the goal of money deepening his foothold in crime. Takasugi eventually rented a small apartment, however, he could still often be found at his mentor's. He used the dark, dingy space for hiding out more than anything else.

Blood leaked, welling up where fingernails used to be before Takasugi's hand was crushed between metal and concrete. A yell, it might have been his own, and his knees were scraping the ground. Someone pinned underneath, he slammed his battered fist into their jaw, their cheek, the bloody mess of their face before a blow from the side knocked him off.

One down.

He rose, the lines of the street spinning. A moment of respite, a flash of darkness as he blinked and another came for him. Stumbling to sidestep, Takasugi grabbed the assailant's arm and - crack - their elbow bent and swung into their cradling hunched over embrace.

Two down.

Before he could turn the third seized his neck, body pressing down on his back. Takasugi heard the man's laughter hot in his ear. As his legs shook, the teen lurched forward. The man didn't fall. Air choked in Takasugi's throat, sharp pain budding to mingle with constriction all to form a warning.

Shinsuke smiled.

His hand shaking on the blade when he drew it from his pocket and drove it into the man's arm would only cause more damage. It's effect was heard, a scream in his ear ringing to announce the end of the fight.

As Takasugi stumbled into a nearby street lamp, panting deepening before slowing, he took in the street, shining just so subtly with blood and echoing with the moans of injured men.

Perhaps it was inevitable that Takasugi got in over his head. Perhaps he'd intentionally pissed off one too many prickly bastards. The teen's delinquency only escalated as he entered his high school years. He was not enrolled in a school for what would have been his freshman year, instead running the streets to jump into fights that had become nothing more than habit.

When he wasn't scuffling, he'd be spending time with his mentor. It was difficult to ignore the man's advice of calming down and heading to school, but the bravado of a fifteen year old is impressive, and Takasugi thought himself above that boring life.

In an event that has been left vague so it can be played with significant CR, Takasugi lost his eye. The injury incapacitated him for weeks, forcing the teen to relearn his perception in more than just the physical sense. His teacher's words resounded again, but this time Shinsuke heard them.

He enrolled in Shiroiwa Academy.

The cackle of the alarm wasn't a familiar sound - a friend's eccentrics ringing loudly enough to wake the dead. Or the boy who had just gotten to sleep after watching the haze of sunrise. He sat up and drifted through the morning.

When he arrived at the entrance to his classroom, Takasugi's fingers curled around the door frame and he stopped. Here, at the side of his friends and under the watchful eye of his mentor, he was supposed to be happy.

But Takasugi didn't smile.

He leaned away from the door frame, scraping his fingers from it in the last moment before he stumbled to walk down the hallway. The weight of a notebook in his back pocket betrayed the boy's attitude. No matter how it appeared, a lone student walking the hallway after class had begun, Takasugi had come here to learn.

He just wouldn't be doing it in a classroom.

Takasugi started attending Shiroiwa Academy in his Junior year. He moved on campus with Gintoki and his elementary friend, the three of them sharing a room in the biggest favor ever done for other students. Their relationship typically manifests in screaming, awkward silences or trips to the hospital, so it's best that they're contained.

Attending class isn't Shinsuke's favorite activity. Since his mentor is employed at the school to keep an eye on them, he favors cutting class to see the man or to do basically anything other than listening to a teacher. He can frequently be found at nearby noodle stands, massage parlors or edgy looking street corners.

But, sometimes, he does show up for class. Whether that's because he felt like picking a fight or because his mentor urged him to go depends on the day, but his truancy rate hasn't quite failed him yet. As of his senior year, he's gathered a few students to form a 'gang' on campus, though they aren't the type to control everything from the shadows or strive to be top dog. They simply help alleviate each other's boredom.

Character Summary: An edgelord who cuts class and students without remorse. Engages in delinquent activities such as smoking, ramen sampling and being really particular about the school's recycling procedures.

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