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The poison that runs it's course through her

Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over

Created on 2008-11-27 03:21:18 (#17304950), last updated 2009-02-17

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Name:Sasori Akasuna
Birthdate:12-24
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NAME: Sasori "Akasuna" Hanajima
AGE: 25
SIZE: Average to small
HOBBIES: Cars
LOCATION: Downtown Garage; Aizen's office
OCCUPATION: Affluenced; works for Aizen in name only


Every loving parent hopes for the perfect child; they count every finger, every toe, measure and weigh and deem you flawless... until you grow and your personality begins to show. Thankfully for Sasori's parents, they didn't live to see the disastrous side of their only child; they died when he was five, and still their pet. As the only child of a rich family, Sasori had been accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. He had never been a social child, preferring to stay at home in his room. When his parents died, however, he was given to his paternal grandmother, who was not so lenient, which may have incited much of his personality issues, or at least encouraged them.

Sasori's father was a doctor; Sasori knew how doctors worked. No matter how many times his grandmother took him to child therapists, psychologists and even neurologists for his obsessive, compulsive mix of greed and rage, he refused to speak, refused to interact, and would often simply hang his head, or let himself fall to the ground and pretend to be blind, deaf and dumb. After a while, his grandmother pretended to give up, and instead observed the boy on her own. At school, he was a model student, and yet a problem child, running with what his teachers called “a bad crowd” while managing to get the best grades in Math, Science, Art, Technology and Shop classes. No one could understand why the “good boy” liked to go around watching others start fires, robbing from houses, bullying, vandalizing... somehow, he was always at the heart of it, but never in such a way that he could get punished.

When Sasori received his license, it was like being freed from a cage; all of his anger could be vented easily on driving, either aggressively or without problems. Consequently, he got into his share of accidents, leading his grandmother to send him to the United States in hopes of getting him out of permanent trouble, but he had found grounds for obsession; he was hooked on self-made speed.
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