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GENERAL
Name: Ansonii Sutaku
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Chakra Nature: Lightning
Clan: Sutaku
Rank: Genin
Ninja Path: Puppet Muppet type

LOOKS


Eye Color:Golden
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Skin Tone:Fair
Height/Weight: 4'8" 98 lbs.
Extra:

PERSONALITY

Likes: Action figures, and no they are NOT dolls. Games, provided that he is winning, pranks, more dishing them than receiving them. Creating more constructs and living creations.
Dislikes: LOSING >: (. Being called anything in reference to his lack of height. People calling his creations dolls... they are action figures people!!!
Hobbies: Creating new creations and perfecting his craft. Inventing colorful new friends to interact with, either by himself or with other people.
Fears: Being alone. Losing his control of the games, and being able to play. Having his parents cut his quite considerable funding.
Nindo: (Goals)
Extra: Ansonii is a skilled ventriloquist and an avid inventor, often seeing a need or a problem and solving it with his latest and greatest invention. However, as he is still a relatively young boy, his young imagination taints everything and leaves a stark image on all of his creations, leaving a somewhat comical representation. Always seeking to have people see him like an adult and take him seriously, yet much like a child never stepping up to the plate and behaving like the adult he so desires to be recognized as.
Ansonii has money and lots off it, when he isn’t parading around in one of his “suits” or utilizing a creation for the protection of the city, he is flaunting his money around like it is going out of style. Partying, gambling and making fun of his alter egos always in a disguise of course. Through his vast skill with puppet making he has taken to keeping his identity hidden with many differing disguises or personas in order to continue his life; improving upon his creations, living as a shinobi and remaining in control of his own genius all under the noses of the oppressive Board of Directors.
Fatal Flaw Carefree: There is not concerning yourself with the troubles with life, and simply never taking anything serious to heart Ansonii Sutaku has no real sense of danger, fear or even anything beyond laughter, childish pranks, and beating someone at any game. Theirs, His, it really doesn't matter so long as he is victorious in the end. This near nearsightedness caused by his own insouciance is his greatest downfall.
Hubris: Asonii is arrogant to the point of being blind to certain circumstances despite his considerable vision and situational awareness, believing his technology superior to any other shinobi tool or the minds of the user implementing them. This has caused him to be vulnerable during assault on more than one occasion.

HISTORY

Birthplace: Privileged child from Pandorum
Location: Pandorum
Birth Date:Sometime in the month of March.
Family: DOZENS Puppets are not real family <.< that’s what my father tells me anyway.
Kekkei Genkai: Kensho Soujuu
Ansonii Sutaku and the rest of his ancestors tracing back five generations, discovered that in their chakra signature they had the unique ability to bring life to their puppet creations, without the subsequent sacrifice of their own. This is a very taxing process and cannot be down so in rapid succession. Each generations grows stronger in their ability to produce greater life with less life threatening expense. At Ansonii’s current age and state of development he was capable of creating at the age of ten that nearly left him comatose. However, he has deduced that with age and continual use and growth of his chakra networks, much like any other muscle grouping within the body, he will become stronger. He has yet to test his theory and is patiently waiting for the right time to conduct his next transition into the “God-seat.” His clans ability allows them to also if necessary, pass their life into that of a puppet. However, this particular aspect of Ansonii’s blood-line has yet to be experimented on and he has not yet devised a way to do this successfully.

Life's story:
Ansonii was a child genius, born from a his father one of Pandorum’s greatest minds [INSERT NAME HERE] a brilliant inventor, entrepreneur, and real estate tycoon. Creating many of the wonderful achievements and sugar coated fallacies that plague the hearts and minds of the people of Pandorum, much like the kindly Shepard, always blindfolding their lost lambs, before offering them up sacrificially. To this end, Ansonii’s childhood was far from sheltered to the outside world. In fact, he was taught at an extremely young age the truth and realities of life outside the city as well as within.
These harsh realities did little to stunt the growth intellectually, in fact with wool pulled away from the wolf so to speak, Ansonii sought to better protect the sheep in large. What better way to do that, than to build weapons. However, the petty moralities of the officials in governing power wanted to keep the wool firmly secure of the eyes of their flock. The weapons created within the Sutaku family home remained within their holdings and their holdings alone.
It started off on a small scale for the first three months of his seventh year, all to soon his techniques and aspirations exceeded into ever scaling rates of expansion. In a family state of affairs where objectivity was up to supply and demand, and money was of little to no object; Ansonii’s demand was never ending and his consciousness of his trust fund was of no consequence. Seeing the ever growing power of the small child, a group within Pandorum known only as the “Board of Directors” sought to seize control of the young boy’s arsenal and moved upon the Sutaku family home.
However, upon any attempts to use the devices they proved to be ineffective and unusable. Out raged the Board destroyed the boys weapons. Thus, the child in Ansonii saw only one way to pursue his ideas of conquest without further interruption. Naturally he began weaponizine his action figure collection. Removing all of the weaponry from his families guard and dismantling all of his weapons in a public display in front of the board, Ansonii at the age of ten threw a staged tantrum, leaving the old and corrupt politicians to think they had successfully crushed the boys dreams as he had theirs.
If only they knew the ambition in the young boy burned ever hotter because of their failed coup de tat. Isolating himself within the tower of their library, really more of a bunker outlined in a fortress, surrounded by knowledge their within. While pouring himself into the many books he came across a lost shinobi art of puppet making, and an ancient and forgotten lore of a group known as the “Puppet Brigade.” This fascinated young Ansonii, and in a matter of days he had compiled every bit of knowledge in the remaining world on puppets, the making of the craft, historical documents on persons who used such tools and the general do’s and don’ts. Within a month he had perfected the craft up to the point where only years of experience would carry his ability any further.
The History of Kensho Soujuu
Still seeking to quench his excruciating and insatiable hunger for knowledge, Ansonii came across some documents about his families and his blood lines; in fact, there was something he didn’t know. Something that even his father, [INSERT NAME HERE], did not tell him. After hours of checking his data, and reconnecting the dots with some brilliant intuitive leaps, the Sutaku line was the carrier of one such miraculous gift from nature.
There was an archaic kinjutsu known as the “Kisho Tensei,” a jutsu in where the creator took his own life energy and ushered in new life to their creations, or their puppets at the cost of their own life. After many such travesties, the jutsu was quickly abandoned. Save for the forefathers of young little Ansonii, instead they experimented taking the lives of others and measuring the results and achieving an even greater understanding of chakra and how even chakra itself is genetic, much like the principles of D.N.A.
After years of turning themselves into variants of half-life between human and puppet manifests, and continuing to breed and breathe further life into puppets, hopping to and fro between the bodies of one puppet to another, they became one with the idea and practice of the jutsu, until it was in their very veins and chakra networks. It wasn’t until Ansonii’s great-great-great grandfather and his colleagues, created the first incarnation of life from nothingness. It started like most everything else, small, but the mannequin was in fact a sentient creature gifted with its own if somewhat limited personality. The process was apparently as it was written severely taxing and took the help of many medics to sustain his grandfather and his associates to share their chakra to sustain him. They had done it, created a living puppet without the need of self-sacrifice.
As the generations passed on the family name, but more importantly, their heritage the family ability became stronger; being able to bring to life larger and stronger puppets with less devastating effects. After some careful research and some dedicated preparations, on his tenth birthday Ansonii decided to test the effects of his jutsu. The next month Ansonii was out of his usual schooling with his tutors, taken to a very serious illness to which no doctor could explain, all their signs pointed to the life simply draining out of the boy in a rather unexplainable fashion.
Five years after his research began, young Ansonii enlisted into the shinobi ranks of Pandorum, under a pseudonym in order to conceal his identity from the prying eyes of the board. Concealing his identity on documentation as well as in appearance, Ansonii Sutaku set out to explore the outside world and continue perfecting his craft, pursuing his boundaries and breaking past them into greater plateaus of achievement that his father never could have imagined.
To those it concerned, the “man” Ansonii was portraying himself to be was that off a giant, standing nearly seven feet tall and with a massive torso like that of a world class body builder. Constantly in his company is a small person, or a puppet. How it moves and speaks is anyone’s guess. Ansonii knows but is hardly willing to tell anyone the true secret, unless of course it is to elaborate on his genius.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
A tall figure, clad in a long blazer and a wide brimmed hat wondered through the back alleys of Pandorum, a small figure following him. Well, following was an understatement, the little nuisance had been taking shifts between climbing on his back, jumping in front of him, hanging about his legs, dragging on the fringes of his coat and walking next to him.
“What are we doing down this dark and creepy alley way, this uh, certainly looks like.. er a rough neighborhood…”
As the small little creature talked, his mouth opened obscenely wide, bisecting as if someone was opening his mouth by use of a hand. However, this small orange, toad-like puppet was moving… on his own! No strings attached, this was the genuine deal. If you believed in that sort of thing.
“I told you Crammit, that we are patrolling the town for ruthless scum, awaiting to punish these wrong doers. Now quite you toad, lest I find need to make myself frog legs for dinner!”
The toad-puppet in question face crinkled inwardly, further justifying that their clearly were not normal bones inside of the skull area because bones simply do not bend inwardly like a hand.
“Sheesh, no need to get hostile. And I am a toad, you'll find it kind of hard to get a recipe for frog legs of these, Hmph.”
Lifting his legs up and nodding in agreement as they were in fact puppet legs and difficult to discern which amphibian they were supposed to represent.

A tall figure, clad in a long blazer and a wide brimmed hat wondered through the back alleys of Pandorum, a small figure following him. Well, following was an understatement, the little nuisance had been taking shifts between climbing on his back, jumping in front of him, hanging about his legs, dragging on the fringes of his coat and walking next to him.
“Ooooh, what does this strange and magnificent looking contraption do? So elegant, and glorious, surely its purpose is full of wonder and intrigue is it not?”
Upon closer inspection, the small person was in fact a purple man-child, thingy. Upon even closer inspection, it or “he” was covered in felt. No he was made of it, this thing was a puppet and moving of seemingly its own free will! No strings attached, this was the genuine deal. As he spoke his mouth moved obscenely, as if it were cut in half and there was a hand manipulating it. Yet he stood away and all around the giant of a man speaking nonsense and pointing like a fat kid in a candy shop.
“No Bash, it’s just a waste receptacle, a trashcan, nothing more.”
The man said with an exasperated sigh, his voice sounded unnaturally deep and with the barest hint of an echo. Bash continued to bounce from place to place until he popped up behind the man on his back, looking over his shoulder.
“Let’s play a gaaame. Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Knock knock.”
“Who’s there?!”
“Banana.”
“Bana- Wait, Bash I think you m--”
“A pah-pah-pah. This is the best part~ Knock knock.”
With a defeated sigh, the large man continued to walk down the alley way wondering to himself why on earth he created this one in particular in the place of something perhaps more useful or maybe just quieter.