OOC INFORMATION Player: Ri Age: 27 Personal Journal:takesushi Contact Info: aim; bacontoss | takesushi Other Characters: N/A
IC INFORMATION Characters Name: Tatsuma Sakamoto Age: Never canonly specified. Believed to be anywhere in his mid to late-twenties. Canon:Gintama Canon Point: Renho Arc Species: Human Gender: Male Orientation: More or less heterosexual. Throughout the series, Sakamoto has stated on more than one occasion his "preference for Earth women". He's been known to frequent hostess clubs and snackbars, no less, largely for the chance to drink with, talk to, and inevitably proposition the hostess "Oryou". In the event of a surprise marriage with brand new children on hand, he isn't likely to complain about his future spouse. A man with a family must bring home the bacon.
Or lollygag in the pleasure district. One or the other.
History:Sakamoto's wikia entry. Appearance:Sup. Personality: First impressions set a man's character in stone, and the one Sakamoto Tatsuma sets on any given day is of an astounding idiot. This doesn't seem to be a particularly difficult feat to manage, as right off the bat, one is almost certainly assured that this is just what this man is: a naturally empty-headed lackwit. Some room for doubt could be set aside, if one were feeling particularly generous enough, but that doubt would be swept aside before long. One is much better off not thinking about it, but seeing as how difficult it really is to ignore a man such as Sakamoto, one may as well buck up and deal with it.
To start, Sakamoto Tatsuma is an idiot, a point that's brought up often and consistently as can be. That's not to say he isn't of a good-nature. He's a very cheerful man to start, hardly ever found without a smile or something equally silly on his face and an ill-thought joke at hand. He's actually really easy-going, an amiable guy that most would have no trouble in getting along with were it not for his frequent displays of aforementioned stupidity, which earn him more than his fair share of fists and crippling blows to the more intimate parts of his anatomy. See, he's also the type to laugh a matter off, whether it be big or small or potentially life-threatening, tacking each incident and encounter up to luck, imagination, or as the result of a particularly nasty hangover. (Which, may it be noted, seem to be an all too frequent thing.) He was once hailed as optimistic, and perhaps a little too much so; there's a limit to such things, oi. It could be the drink, of which he partakes in frequently, and perhaps enjoys a little too much a little too often. One could call it a way of life for him, as it's never really clear when he's sober and when he's not, thus leaving one to simply assume that the alcohol has had little chance to file out of his system. He could just be high on life, for all anyone knows. (The more terrifying affliction, for which there are few cures.) He's even shirked work for the sake of making his rounds through Edo's bars, his defense being that it's all due to his love of 'Earth women'.
Yes, the women. Particularly one by loving and adoring name of 'Oryou-chan', with whom Sakamoto most certainly does not display mildly eerie, stalker-esque tendencies toward. Not at all. Nor does he slip away from his fleet just for the express purpose of frequenting the district in which this certain woman works, of course not. Those exclamations of love in the height of his stupors? Nonsense. Same with his frequent propositions of marriage during said stupors, and the resulting crotch-centered pains that follow soon after. Not that he would remember much of it, given his seeming track record. He forgets names quite frequently, and it's with an almost purposeful persistence that he continues to refer to his old comrade as 'Kintoki', as opposed to the proper 'Gintoki'. It doesn't seem to be his only quirk, nor his last. Those who work around him and for him seem to have a fairly good idea of what he's capable of getting himself into, and show little to no surprise at his various supposed hijinks. Nor is there much surprise expressed over his frequent escapes into the wild unknown of Edo's Kabuki-cho district, much to the chagrin (and general annoyance) of his second-in-command and assistant, Mutsu.
It's about now that one would wonder why, where, and how such a wastrel came about such a thing as a second-in-command. Surprises never cease, but it isn't too out if the ordinary. Pilot, captain, and head of the intergalactic commerce fleet, the Kaientai, Sakamoto is more of a shrewd businessman than anyone could ever hope to have guessed. He keeps his fleets running smooth, his business high and his employees and followers well enough in check. As a pilot, there are few as adept as he or as enthused; his love for ships is infamous, remarked upon by acquaintances and old comrades alike.
"For Sakamoto Tatsuma, moving a ship is as natural as moving his own body."
No truer word said, and one couldn't expect anything less from the man who left his own planet behind for his dream. Of course, there is a side to every thing, and even something as illustrious as a space business fleet captain is no exception. Devoted as Sakamoto may be to his ships and the grandeur of space travel, it doesn't save him from the near-crippling grip of motion sickness. As one former comrade once said: "His head is empty, but there is no one who loves ships more than he does."
Through all this, Sakamoto may seem the height of laughable incompetence, but this assumption couldn't be further from the truth. There stands good reasoning for why those in his company remain steadfast and loyal, even in the face of all his little eccentricities. Despite his [frequent] displays of frivolous idiocy and incompetency, Sakamoto is a clever man. He built the Kaientai from the ground up in a relatively short span of time, and not only did he manage to get his trade off the ground, he kept it running, and he's kept it successful since, even across the cosmos. He's an organizer, a coordinator, and above all, a leader. Before him he places everyone and everything else, willing to risk his own life if it means saving another in the process, something taught and drilled into his very own employees and followers: "Don't lose sight of the greater cause."
Beneath and behind the ridiculous antics and foolishness is a man who, since his youth, works toward that ideology: the greater good. He was, and still is, the revolutionary of the Joui four, the visionary of the group and of the Kaientai. See, the thing about Sakamoto is that, not only does he look ahead of a situation, he's always doing so, even if it doesn't always seem like he is. Since the beginning, he's dreamed of the future, his possibilities, and, above all, the best path to take through them all. He makes the decisions of greatest benefit and return profit, the ones that make the most difference in that future, no matter how close or far off it is. Sakamoto is the one who looks ahead, far beyond everyone else, and he's the one, of them all, who looks to and sees the bigger picture. No matter how difficult the path may seem. He's given up a vast amount for it.
In the past, in the wars against the Amanto, the Joui wars, Sakamoto Tatsuma was a partisan, and one of those few men to be feared. Reputed to be one of the greatest swordsmen on the warfront, even alongside vaunted names like Shiranui, Sakamoto was once dubbed 'monster', one of those unstoppable forces that claimed his fair share of Amanto lives in his time. Had he perhaps been a different man, he may not have left when he did and how he did. Breaking his ties with the Joui, abandoning the war and his companions, he left the battlefield to flee to space. It's why he was able to do the things he did. It was for his cause, because in the midst of it all, he saw that something beyond the fighting and the warfare. He saw a way through, a way to help his country, not in the short-term, but in the long run.
"I've decided! I'm going to go to space! Just wandering around on Earth and fighting the Amanto, I can't see anything ahead. As we're doing this, more and more Amanto are coming to Earth... I just can't go against the wave of ever-changing time. All I've done this war is sit by and watch my friends die. I don't want to watch my friends die anymore. From now on, I need to start looking at life from a higher point.I need a place where I can see people, Amanto, even the stars. So I'm going to space. I'll go to space and be a pilot in a really big ship. I'll start up a fishing business where I can even catch the stars!"
So, turning his back on the Joui wars and their uprisings, Sakamoto turned to business, looking to the ties of commerce and profit to draw the conflicting societies of humanity and Amanto together.
"It's not war or ideology that moves people. It's profit. I plan to bring that to humanity and to the Amanto alike, and bring them closer together. I think I am protecting the country in my own way."
Commerce is his way, mutual profit and benefit, and as such, a dream for which he's sacrificed much. The acquisition and maintaining of a neutral stance is essential; striking deals with varying factions, some on opposing ends of the spectrum of each other, can be tricky business at best and downright dangerous at worse. He's had to keep a balance, maintain peace between all these while still keeping his business up and afloat. Mediator, peacekeeper, businessman, and each role carried out with the detachment required for his place. Another such necessity, keeping his attachments to an absolute minimum, not only for his own sake but for that of his company and it's employees. For his position, he's not a man who can afford liabilities.
Disarming idiot by night, major business company head by day, that is Sakamoto Tatsuma.
Abilities: Sakamoto has no fancy abilities to speak of, no freaky mind powers or neat energy blasts at will. He's human, thus limited to what he and he alone is capable of. Which doesn't mean he's completely useless either. See, Sakamoto Tatsuma is a pilot, his love for ships renowned; there isn't a ship he can't fly without a little time and effort, large-scale or small. He does own and operate his own business fleet, quite a feat in and of itself, and that's not even speaking of the head for commerce he has on his shoulders. He's shrewd, he's diplomatic when it's called for, and he can hold his own in an encounter if he absolutely has to.
Fighting. Sakamoto doesn't seem to do it often, but he's no stranger to the act or the concept. He's a fairly good shot with the gun, but that has nothing on his swordplay. He was once considered to be one of the greatest swordsmen in the years of the Anti-Foreigner war with the Amanto, carrying his own rumours and reputation, dubbed 'monster' in the height of his time. He's put down his sword for now, though, turning instead to a life of business and really bad life choices.
On the flip-side, he's also a fair hand with technology. He's been known to tamper with things, from weapons to ships, and often modifies such for his own use. How many of those modified gadgets work is anyone's guess, and how many he intends as failures is as great a mystery as any. Troubles with firearms? Leave it to Sakamoto to work the kinks out of the system. Maybe.
Besides all that, he has a knack for being an ingratiating salesman. It's saved his bacon at least once so far. His calligraphy isn't too shabby either.
There's also the dubious ability of his being able to consume large quantities of alcohol on frequent occasion without his liver just giving in and exploding on the spot. Let's not forget the massive amounts of damage he can take to his own physical being without just outright expiring.
Third Person: When Mutsu speaks, Sakamoto is always in a state that is half listening, part laughing, and brimming with chagrin the rest of the way. It's her tone, nine tenths of the time, flat and unimpressed, chastising and formal, casual and intense all at once. Easy to listen to, easy to become lost in, easy to drill into his mind until the next time he may choose to 'forget'. Everything she says sticks, recitations of meetings and orders, shipments and deliveries, threats and casual suggestions of violence against his person. He smiles when she talks, and more often than not it earns him an elbow to the ribs or a piercing stare somehow more painful than the elbow alone.
He likes to tease her about that. It always earns him a swift heel to the instep.
It's her voice he remembers most, when he blinks awake, and for a moment, one nice and long moment, he thinks that she's still going over the day's reports and he's just slipped. His geta caught on something, he's prepared to say as he sits up, rubbing his head. Maybe it was the liquor from last night, is the suggestion ready and waiting, and it was his head for tolerance that he tripped up on. Laughter on his lips and in his throat, and he says her name just as he opens his eyes fully and finds his ship replaced with a lawn so picturesque that it could have come straight out of a postcard. It's actually really quite eerie.
It's now that he should panic, he thinks. A perfect and prime time for a brief meltdown, hysteria, inane babbling and nonsense and bewildered disbelief. He has plenty of the latter to go around as it were.
He doesn't.
Her voice in his ears like a fading echo, stern and too calm to be angry. With a grunt, he pushes himself to his feet with a sway that is part theatrical and part not. (Nauseatingly so.) A clatter of geta, knuckle jabbing himself in the brow when he moves to push glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. He hangs his mouth open in a show of wonder, confusion, and a sort of bewilderment that he doesn't really have to feign. When he sweeps a hand through his hair, it's with an air of chagrin and befuddlement, and who could bring swift and dire harm to such a hapless think as a man freshly awoken from his drunken stupor?
For a moment, he really does wonder if it was the shochu. The imprint of the lawnchair on his back suggests otherwise.
"Ah. Now I really know that was a grand time last night." Sakamoto says, with laughter loud and brash, and he turns to take in the house, pristine and tall and so very Western, with the air of a man given his biggest gift yet.
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Tatsuma Sakamoto | Gintama | RESERVED i
Player: Ri
Age: 27
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IC INFORMATION
Characters Name: Tatsuma Sakamoto
Age: Never canonly specified. Believed to be anywhere in his mid to late-twenties.
Canon: Gintama
Canon Point: Renho Arc
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Orientation: More or less heterosexual. Throughout the series, Sakamoto has stated on more than one occasion his "preference for Earth women". He's been known to frequent hostess clubs and snackbars, no less, largely for the chance to drink with, talk to, and inevitably proposition the hostess "Oryou". In the event of a surprise marriage with brand new children on hand, he isn't likely to complain about his future spouse. A man with a family must bring home the bacon.
Or lollygag in the pleasure district. One or the other.
Tatsuma Sakamoto | Gintama | RESERVED ii
Appearance: Sup.
Personality:
First impressions set a man's character in stone, and the one Sakamoto Tatsuma sets on any given day is of an astounding idiot. This doesn't seem to be a particularly difficult feat to manage, as right off the bat, one is almost certainly assured that this is just what this man is: a naturally empty-headed lackwit. Some room for doubt could be set aside, if one were feeling particularly generous enough, but that doubt would be swept aside before long. One is much better off not thinking about it, but seeing as how difficult it really is to ignore a man such as Sakamoto, one may as well buck up and deal with it.
To start, Sakamoto Tatsuma is an idiot, a point that's brought up often and consistently as can be. That's not to say he isn't of a good-nature. He's a very cheerful man to start, hardly ever found without a smile or something equally silly on his face and an ill-thought joke at hand. He's actually really easy-going, an amiable guy that most would have no trouble in getting along with were it not for his frequent displays of aforementioned stupidity, which earn him more than his fair share of fists and crippling blows to the more intimate parts of his anatomy. See, he's also the type to laugh a matter off, whether it be big or small or potentially life-threatening, tacking each incident and encounter up to luck, imagination, or as the result of a particularly nasty hangover. (Which, may it be noted, seem to be an all too frequent thing.) He was once hailed as optimistic, and perhaps a little too much so; there's a limit to such things, oi. It could be the drink, of which he partakes in frequently, and perhaps enjoys a little too much a little too often. One could call it a way of life for him, as it's never really clear when he's sober and when he's not, thus leaving one to simply assume that the alcohol has had little chance to file out of his system. He could just be high on life, for all anyone knows. (The more terrifying affliction, for which there are few cures.) He's even shirked work for the sake of making his rounds through Edo's bars, his defense being that it's all due to his love of 'Earth women'.
Yes, the women. Particularly one by loving and adoring name of 'Oryou-chan', with whom Sakamoto most certainly does not display mildly eerie, stalker-esque tendencies toward. Not at all. Nor does he slip away from his fleet just for the express purpose of frequenting the district in which this certain woman works, of course not. Those exclamations of love in the height of his stupors? Nonsense. Same with his frequent propositions of marriage during said stupors, and the resulting crotch-centered pains that follow soon after. Not that he would remember much of it, given his seeming track record. He forgets names quite frequently, and it's with an almost purposeful persistence that he continues to refer to his old comrade as 'Kintoki', as opposed to the proper 'Gintoki'. It doesn't seem to be his only quirk, nor his last. Those who work around him and for him seem to have a fairly good idea of what he's capable of getting himself into, and show little to no surprise at his various supposed hijinks. Nor is there much surprise expressed over his frequent escapes into the wild unknown of Edo's Kabuki-cho district, much to the chagrin (and general annoyance) of his second-in-command and assistant, Mutsu.
It's about now that one would wonder why, where, and how such a wastrel came about such a thing as a second-in-command. Surprises never cease, but it isn't too out if the ordinary. Pilot, captain, and head of the intergalactic commerce fleet, the Kaientai, Sakamoto is more of a shrewd businessman than anyone could ever hope to have guessed. He keeps his fleets running smooth, his business high and his employees and followers well enough in check. As a pilot, there are few as adept as he or as enthused; his love for ships is infamous, remarked upon by acquaintances and old comrades alike.
No truer word said, and one couldn't expect anything less from the man who left his own planet behind for his dream. Of course, there is a side to every thing, and even something as illustrious as a space business fleet captain is no exception. Devoted as Sakamoto may be to his ships and the grandeur of space travel, it doesn't save him from the near-crippling grip of motion sickness. As one former comrade once said: "His head is empty, but there is no one who loves ships more than he does."
Through all this, Sakamoto may seem the height of laughable incompetence, but this assumption couldn't be further from the truth. There stands good reasoning for why those in his company remain steadfast and loyal, even in the face of all his little eccentricities. Despite his [frequent] displays of frivolous idiocy and incompetency, Sakamoto is a clever man. He built the Kaientai from the ground up in a relatively short span of time, and not only did he manage to get his trade off the ground, he kept it running, and he's kept it successful since, even across the cosmos. He's an organizer, a coordinator, and above all, a leader. Before him he places everyone and everything else, willing to risk his own life if it means saving another in the process, something taught and drilled into his very own employees and followers: "Don't lose sight of the greater cause."
Beneath and behind the ridiculous antics and foolishness is a man who, since his youth, works toward that ideology: the greater good. He was, and still is, the revolutionary of the Joui four, the visionary of the group and of the Kaientai. See, the thing about Sakamoto is that, not only does he look ahead of a situation, he's always doing so, even if it doesn't always seem like he is. Since the beginning, he's dreamed of the future, his possibilities, and, above all, the best path to take through them all. He makes the decisions of greatest benefit and return profit, the ones that make the most difference in that future, no matter how close or far off it is. Sakamoto is the one who looks ahead, far beyond everyone else, and he's the one, of them all, who looks to and sees the bigger picture. No matter how difficult the path may seem. He's given up a vast amount for it.
In the past, in the wars against the Amanto, the Joui wars, Sakamoto Tatsuma was a partisan, and one of those few men to be feared. Reputed to be one of the greatest swordsmen on the warfront, even alongside vaunted names like Shiranui, Sakamoto was once dubbed 'monster', one of those unstoppable forces that claimed his fair share of Amanto lives in his time. Had he perhaps been a different man, he may not have left when he did and how he did. Breaking his ties with the Joui, abandoning the war and his companions, he left the battlefield to flee to space. It's why he was able to do the things he did. It was for his cause, because in the midst of it all, he saw that something beyond the fighting and the warfare. He saw a way through, a way to help his country, not in the short-term, but in the long run.
Just wandering around on Earth and fighting the Amanto, I can't see anything ahead. As we're doing this, more and more Amanto are coming to Earth... I just can't go against the wave of ever-changing time. All I've done this war is sit by and watch my friends die. I don't want to watch my friends die anymore. From now on, I need to start looking at life from a higher point.I need a place where I can see people, Amanto, even the stars.
So I'm going to space. I'll go to space and be a pilot in a really big ship. I'll start up a fishing business where I can even catch the stars!"
So, turning his back on the Joui wars and their uprisings, Sakamoto turned to business, looking to the ties of commerce and profit to draw the conflicting societies of humanity and Amanto together.
Commerce is his way, mutual profit and benefit, and as such, a dream for which he's sacrificed much. The acquisition and maintaining of a neutral stance is essential; striking deals with varying factions, some on opposing ends of the spectrum of each other, can be tricky business at best and downright dangerous at worse. He's had to keep a balance, maintain peace between all these while still keeping his business up and afloat. Mediator, peacekeeper, businessman, and each role carried out with the detachment required for his place. Another such necessity, keeping his attachments to an absolute minimum, not only for his own sake but for that of his company and it's employees. For his position, he's not a man who can afford liabilities.
Disarming idiot by night, major business company head by day, that is Sakamoto Tatsuma.
Tatsuma Sakamoto | Gintama | RESERVED iii
Sakamoto has no fancy abilities to speak of, no freaky mind powers or neat energy blasts at will. He's human, thus limited to what he and he alone is capable of. Which doesn't mean he's completely useless either. See, Sakamoto Tatsuma is a pilot, his love for ships renowned; there isn't a ship he can't fly without a little time and effort, large-scale or small. He does own and operate his own business fleet, quite a feat in and of itself, and that's not even speaking of the head for commerce he has on his shoulders. He's shrewd, he's diplomatic when it's called for, and he can hold his own in an encounter if he absolutely has to.
Fighting. Sakamoto doesn't seem to do it often, but he's no stranger to the act or the concept. He's a fairly good shot with the gun, but that has nothing on his swordplay. He was once considered to be one of the greatest swordsmen in the years of the Anti-Foreigner war with the Amanto, carrying his own rumours and reputation, dubbed 'monster' in the height of his time. He's put down his sword for now, though, turning instead to a life of business and really bad life choices.
On the flip-side, he's also a fair hand with technology. He's been known to tamper with things, from weapons to ships, and often modifies such for his own use. How many of those modified gadgets work is anyone's guess, and how many he intends as failures is as great a mystery as any. Troubles with firearms? Leave it to Sakamoto to work the kinks out of the system. Maybe.
Besides all that, he has a knack for being an ingratiating salesman. It's saved his bacon at least once so far. His calligraphy isn't too shabby either.
There's also the dubious ability of his being able to consume large quantities of alcohol on frequent occasion without his liver just giving in and exploding on the spot. Let's not forget the massive amounts of damage he can take to his own physical being without just outright expiring.
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First Person:
From Dear Mun; a post.
Third Person:
When Mutsu speaks, Sakamoto is always in a state that is half listening, part laughing, and brimming with chagrin the rest of the way. It's her tone, nine tenths of the time, flat and unimpressed, chastising and formal, casual and intense all at once. Easy to listen to, easy to become lost in, easy to drill into his mind until the next time he may choose to 'forget'. Everything she says sticks, recitations of meetings and orders, shipments and deliveries, threats and casual suggestions of violence against his person. He smiles when she talks, and more often than not it earns him an elbow to the ribs or a piercing stare somehow more painful than the elbow alone.
He likes to tease her about that. It always earns him a swift heel to the instep.
It's her voice he remembers most, when he blinks awake, and for a moment, one nice and long moment, he thinks that she's still going over the day's reports and he's just slipped. His geta caught on something, he's prepared to say as he sits up, rubbing his head. Maybe it was the liquor from last night, is the suggestion ready and waiting, and it was his head for tolerance that he tripped up on. Laughter on his lips and in his throat, and he says her name just as he opens his eyes fully and finds his ship replaced with a lawn so picturesque that it could have come straight out of a postcard. It's actually really quite eerie.
It's now that he should panic, he thinks. A perfect and prime time for a brief meltdown, hysteria, inane babbling and nonsense and bewildered disbelief. He has plenty of the latter to go around as it were.
He doesn't.
Her voice in his ears like a fading echo, stern and too calm to be angry. With a grunt, he pushes himself to his feet with a sway that is part theatrical and part not. (Nauseatingly so.) A clatter of geta, knuckle jabbing himself in the brow when he moves to push glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. He hangs his mouth open in a show of wonder, confusion, and a sort of bewilderment that he doesn't really have to feign. When he sweeps a hand through his hair, it's with an air of chagrin and befuddlement, and who could bring swift and dire harm to such a hapless think as a man freshly awoken from his drunken stupor?
For a moment, he really does wonder if it was the shochu. The imprint of the lawnchair on his back suggests otherwise.
"Ah. Now I really know that was a grand time last night." Sakamoto says, with laughter loud and brash, and he turns to take in the house, pristine and tall and so very Western, with the air of a man given his biggest gift yet.
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