Post by Sasa Takara on Jun 19, 2015 22:33:26 GMT
Takara Takamori Sasa
also known as "Taka"
FEMALE
TWENTY EIGHT
ASEXUAL
INSPECTOR
MWPSB
Appearance
Taka is a good 6'0" ft tall, an unusual height for a woman of Nippon, yet comes naturally to the statuesque stander as she wears it proudly, that tallness of hers. But ultimately, that doesn't register on her expression, much less much of anything as a result of the perpetual poker face she seems to have as a constant, with her light complexioned skin, wrinkeless face from a lack of expressed emotions, and flint grey eyes that wears itself with something of a boredom. Her hair typically reaches past her shoulders down to the same height as her bust, yet is often worn in a pony tail, or a bun, for the sake of formality and necessity. The very same pragmatism that doesn't come with her face, that's plain from any make up, revealing her naturally pinkish lips for what it is. Ultimately, a vacancy that brooks no other emotions but a lack of amusement, or boredom, or anything to do with the subject of frowning.
Proportioned quite athletically, Takara has obvious signs of her prior service in the military before joining the MWPSB, and bears much of her prior disciplined gait in her many motions, with no waste and expedient as it ever were. Dressing conservatively at that, with a simple suit, and slacks, as well as sneakers for running after a suspect potentially. Otherwise, her casual clothing consists of a very simple mindset behind it, a mere shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers once again. There isn't much creativity with her boring fashion sense, applying it to her aspects of mundaneness if only for the sake of utility. A fact that doesn't rub well with some people she knows, as she is sometimes told to spice up her wardrobe. An advice she doesn't take to heart.
Proportioned quite athletically, Takara has obvious signs of her prior service in the military before joining the MWPSB, and bears much of her prior disciplined gait in her many motions, with no waste and expedient as it ever were. Dressing conservatively at that, with a simple suit, and slacks, as well as sneakers for running after a suspect potentially. Otherwise, her casual clothing consists of a very simple mindset behind it, a mere shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers once again. There isn't much creativity with her boring fashion sense, applying it to her aspects of mundaneness if only for the sake of utility. A fact that doesn't rub well with some people she knows, as she is sometimes told to spice up her wardrobe. An advice she doesn't take to heart.
Personality
Boredom, that's what encompasses the overall drive of Sasa to actually do things in general, and her motivation to begin with to join MWPSB in the first place. After all, having run with perhaps one of the thrilling excitement in the military's intel division, she found herself with a little appreciation at the time for the assignments, only to grow to find herself deprived of it, did the wants settle in once more. It was a calamity she could not pursue her crafts, though verboten and dirty in the name of national defense, and duty, did she look onwards elsewhere for a potential career venture.
Takara is a woman who is largely sardonic, close to being jaded, but otherwise as a skeptical person, is ultimately in need of something to liven up her life that's become bleak after desensitization of violence. Nothing prompted her up any more to have much spark, save the long forlorn motivation to regain what she has lost many years ago, and that was something to look forward to. Though not broken mentally, Takara does find herself relating immensely to nihilistic sentiments if there was no meanings to life, and struggles to fight against such an outcome.
She finds her standards in general life affairs to be extremely loose, if only because she is open to new experiences, in the vain hope that something may drop in her lap, and she'd be reinvigorated. Nothing was ever the same when she was hesitant in the horrors she had to do back in her brief stint in the military. Ultimately, though not amoral, nor immoral, but moral, she is frustrated by her forbidden wants to exact fun out of some latent sadism she does her best to suppress, with much of her efforts focused on keeping it at bay with a bit of therapy, mental exercises, and an iron will forged out of the crucible of combat and other trials in the years prior.
Socially, Takara finds herself at times talking to people, quipping about, and making her point across if only to spark something, kick a powder keg down and let it burn, see where the trail ends up. Romantically, she is perplexed by such notions of sexuality, and finds herself distanced from it as it is a territory she has no experience in. True, she knows psychological queues in a person, but that's only a result of probing them out of training, with a fallback how-to in order to produce them. When victimized to such probing, to such innocent questioning that bears no ulterior motives, Takara has little else derived out of the corner she finds herself in. It is strange and awkward. Hence, as a result, she hangs from a distance, yet close enough to experience some social contact, enough to satiate her need as a member of society to fulfill her obligations as a human being in the name of communication.
Takara is a woman who is largely sardonic, close to being jaded, but otherwise as a skeptical person, is ultimately in need of something to liven up her life that's become bleak after desensitization of violence. Nothing prompted her up any more to have much spark, save the long forlorn motivation to regain what she has lost many years ago, and that was something to look forward to. Though not broken mentally, Takara does find herself relating immensely to nihilistic sentiments if there was no meanings to life, and struggles to fight against such an outcome.
She finds her standards in general life affairs to be extremely loose, if only because she is open to new experiences, in the vain hope that something may drop in her lap, and she'd be reinvigorated. Nothing was ever the same when she was hesitant in the horrors she had to do back in her brief stint in the military. Ultimately, though not amoral, nor immoral, but moral, she is frustrated by her forbidden wants to exact fun out of some latent sadism she does her best to suppress, with much of her efforts focused on keeping it at bay with a bit of therapy, mental exercises, and an iron will forged out of the crucible of combat and other trials in the years prior.
Socially, Takara finds herself at times talking to people, quipping about, and making her point across if only to spark something, kick a powder keg down and let it burn, see where the trail ends up. Romantically, she is perplexed by such notions of sexuality, and finds herself distanced from it as it is a territory she has no experience in. True, she knows psychological queues in a person, but that's only a result of probing them out of training, with a fallback how-to in order to produce them. When victimized to such probing, to such innocent questioning that bears no ulterior motives, Takara has little else derived out of the corner she finds herself in. It is strange and awkward. Hence, as a result, she hangs from a distance, yet close enough to experience some social contact, enough to satiate her need as a member of society to fulfill her obligations as a human being in the name of communication.
Background
Born to a right wing nationalist family of interprising Japanese whom had aspirations for the re-militarization of Japan in its old WWII glory days, Sasa Takara found herself indoctrinated to much drivel that she found herself inattentive at best, and apathetic to at worst, from her father, and the rather distant and parroting mother. Both of whom sought to brow beat into her the glories of serving her nation, as her duty as a citizen for such great privileges induced into it, that the Japanese Diet neutered alongside the Allied forces. Though uncaring of it, this whole situation drove Sasa Takara outwards as her parents controlled her life, to join the military, more specifically, in its intelligence division for clandestine wet works as her vocation.
It was perhaps one of the few opportunities she had to get away from her parents domineering hands, for some small semblance of liberty, but ultimately, not what she wanted out of life, at first. She wanted to be a quint chef down in some countryside location, like Aizu, where she can make some cheap steak meat in some stand for a living, something slow like that. Alas, as her future did not seem to have her vision set in stone, the woman decided to go along with her newfound career wholeheartedly. It was comparatively more exciting, but she found herself stressed when having to do some hard decisions in foreign soil. Decisions that had her being enforced loyalty and the notion of camaradarie by executing civilians in order to maintain secrecy, unarmed woman and children.
Understandably, this kept her psyche downwards in something close to criminally insane, but she persevered out of some luck, and solace found among the fellow soldiers she worked with. Some of the weaker ones went nuts and had to be decommissioned as a result of this practice. This went on for a few years, that soon enough, her job became mundane, typical, if not ordinary. It did not register to her anymore, and she was allowed a few leeways and liberties as a result of this touchy work.
But as it happened, upon reaching the rank of Lieutenant, she soon filed a request for a discharge, and later found it, with some several medals handed out to her for excellence in serving the country, and her loyalty in maintaining such diligence in the face of immoral actions. She thought she wanted to be out of this, but being back in the civil sector, she felt that she had no other career choices, what with being so inured to the routine of her black ops.
Eventually, she enrolled and performed a few tests out of aimless need to find something to do, and ironically found herself with a high score. High enough to give her a few prestigious jobs, but not the very top, close that she'd picked the one career that others saw as a dirty one where only the strange sort of people would join. She joined MWPSB as an Inspector, after some long tenure of interning, became a fully fledged detective for two years. It was not exactly the clandestine outfit she hung out with in the military, but Takara found it close enough that she could satisfy her forbidden desires to go close to what is familiar to her, what was routine. Clearing up whatever doubts and dark thoughts she had for a time with some new ray of hope, before that too dwindled over the years.
Later on, through an exchange program that she had filled out, would be stated in the USA as one experienced with the SIBYL system, as a loan from Japan. Something she took up considering her connections to Okinawa, and familiarity with Americans and their language. Officially an expatriate with a bit of experience under her belt, which made the transfer easier.
It was perhaps one of the few opportunities she had to get away from her parents domineering hands, for some small semblance of liberty, but ultimately, not what she wanted out of life, at first. She wanted to be a quint chef down in some countryside location, like Aizu, where she can make some cheap steak meat in some stand for a living, something slow like that. Alas, as her future did not seem to have her vision set in stone, the woman decided to go along with her newfound career wholeheartedly. It was comparatively more exciting, but she found herself stressed when having to do some hard decisions in foreign soil. Decisions that had her being enforced loyalty and the notion of camaradarie by executing civilians in order to maintain secrecy, unarmed woman and children.
Understandably, this kept her psyche downwards in something close to criminally insane, but she persevered out of some luck, and solace found among the fellow soldiers she worked with. Some of the weaker ones went nuts and had to be decommissioned as a result of this practice. This went on for a few years, that soon enough, her job became mundane, typical, if not ordinary. It did not register to her anymore, and she was allowed a few leeways and liberties as a result of this touchy work.
But as it happened, upon reaching the rank of Lieutenant, she soon filed a request for a discharge, and later found it, with some several medals handed out to her for excellence in serving the country, and her loyalty in maintaining such diligence in the face of immoral actions. She thought she wanted to be out of this, but being back in the civil sector, she felt that she had no other career choices, what with being so inured to the routine of her black ops.
Eventually, she enrolled and performed a few tests out of aimless need to find something to do, and ironically found herself with a high score. High enough to give her a few prestigious jobs, but not the very top, close that she'd picked the one career that others saw as a dirty one where only the strange sort of people would join. She joined MWPSB as an Inspector, after some long tenure of interning, became a fully fledged detective for two years. It was not exactly the clandestine outfit she hung out with in the military, but Takara found it close enough that she could satisfy her forbidden desires to go close to what is familiar to her, what was routine. Clearing up whatever doubts and dark thoughts she had for a time with some new ray of hope, before that too dwindled over the years.
Later on, through an exchange program that she had filled out, would be stated in the USA as one experienced with the SIBYL system, as a loan from Japan. Something she took up considering her connections to Okinawa, and familiarity with Americans and their language. Officially an expatriate with a bit of experience under her belt, which made the transfer easier.
INDICATIVE
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