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IC Information
Name: Genjyo Sanzo
Canon: Saiyuki
Gender: Male
Age: 26
History: go west
Personality:
Cantankerous. Ornery. Belligerent. While Genjyo Sanzo would call somebody an idiot in return for using any of those words to describe him, he wouldn't exactly deny it. No, you could even say there is a sort of weird pride he holds in being so goddamn difficult. He had certainly spent his 26 years on earth turning stubbornness into an art, doing his best to try even the gods' patience on several occasions. Insolent to a fault, it is difficult to earn his respect, nearly impossible to earn his trust, and he has no tolerance for idiots...or people he's relegated to his list of idiots. And once you get on that list, whether it was deserved or not, getting yourself removed from it is no small feat. (hint: the easiest way is a bullet between the eyes.)
It's not that he wants to make life difficult for other people...but that he wants other people to leave him the hell alone and stop trying to make his life difficult, complicating it with things he would like no part of, like friends, attachment, emotions... If you put up enough of a fight, eventually most people will give up. It's dealing with the ones who won't give up that causes him the most trouble.
A dogmatic adherence to the practice of self-reliance is one of Sanzo's greatest strengths and also one of his biggest downfalls. He is as resourceful and tenacious as a wolverine, but just as prone to gnawing his own leg off if caught in a trap, rather than ask anyone for help.
Part of this stems from the fact that he spent many of his formative years as an outcast, somehow never belonging to the tight-knit community of monks at the temple that took him in, despite the kindness of its leader, Koumyou Sanzo, who loved and protected the young boy as his very own son. Another, darker part stems from dealing with the emotional fallout from having his father figure, and the only person he had ever completely trusted, murdered in front of him, leaving him with a title he hadn't asked for nor even wanted. He spent many years after that wandering alone, relying on no one but himself, terrified of ever attaching himself to someone again only for them to be ripped away.
He has never allowed those wounds to heal.
As abrasive as Sanzo can be, he is not cruel. While he can have an explosive temper at times, it is purely in reaction to being provoked, and in situations where other people can behave themselves, he is quite capable of having neutral, civilized relationships with mutual understanding and a degree of respect (Cho Hakkai is a good example of this, although Sanzo is never quite sure how genuine the be-monocled healer is being at any given moment). Children and animals love him, despite his aversion to both, so he couldn't be all bad, right?
He possesses the interesting dichotomy of a keen intelligence and an animal cunning; most people have one or the other, but somehow this asshole managed to snag both. This makes him both a shrewd conversationalist when he's in his better moods and a dangerous adversary...depending on what side he's determined you're on.
Powers/Abilities: Aside from being extremely grouchy, Sanzo is a normal human with normal human abilities, although he is good at hand to hand combat and surprisingly strong for a skinny guy. As the high priest currently in possession of the Maten Sutra, he can call upon it to exorcise or kill demons (his gun will also kill demons), but these are powers belonging to the sutra, not Sanzo, himself.
Keepsakes/Mementos: A paper fan. A Smith & Wesson M35. Marlboro Reds and a disposable lighter. The Maten sutra. The daily newspaper.
Sample:
Genjyo Sanzo sat on a shitty bed in a shitty room in what was probably the shittiest inn the whole shitty town had to offer, killing time while waiting for this shitty thunderstorm to pass by.
He was drinking coffee, which was also shitty, reading a newspaper from two years ago (what, could the inn not afford to keep a subscription? Did they not think guests would notice?), and absolutely not missing that bunch of shitty losers who had the audacity to call him out on his own shitty behavior.
He was a grown-ass man capable of making his own decisions and living his own life. He didn't need a nanny, let alone three of them. He didn't need people telling him he was getting reckless. He didn't need people telling him he wasn't as young as he used to be, that he needed to slow down, that he needed to rest and let his injuries heal for once, that he needed to stop, even just a moment.
Fuck that shit. This journey was already taking far too long.
He'd told them as much, leaving the three of them and the dragon to make camp and rest like the bunch of pansy-ass fuckers they were. The falling out had been loud and hurtful, like it always was. He didn't speak much, by choice, but it kept his tongue honed and sharp and his words would cut them even more that way, when he chose to use them. This time was no different than any other time this kind of thing had happened...except for the look Hakkai had given him when he said something that had stabbed a little bit too deep. You've gone too far, it said.
And he'd go farther. By himself.
And if it weren't for all this shitty rain, he would probably be halfway there by now, since that had been a few days ago and he'd made a decent amount of progress by foot. Where the others were, he did not particularly care.
He had flipped to the sports page and was looking at the baseball stats when there was frantic knocking at his door. He sighed and slammed the paper down, rising to answer whoever the fuck had come calling. He opened the door a crack, peering out with narrowed eyes. "Yeah, what?"
Immediately on the other side of the door was a man with a bushy mustache and tiny, round glasses. He was carrying what could have been a medical bag, judging by the end of a stethoscope sticking out. Behind him was a young couple who looked as if they'd been crying very hard for a very long time. Somehow, Sanzo knew whatever he was going to hear next would be 1. irritating, 2. depressing, and 3. something he had heard at least half a dozen times in the last month.
The mustached man was the first to speak. "Forgive us for the intrusion, but we were told the great priest Genjyo Sanzo had come to our humble village..."
You mean shitty village. Sanzo stared at the ceiling while scratching idly at the inside of his ear; he did not open the door just yet. "Who told you that?"
The mustached man paused a moment, as if caught off guard by the response. "...well, this town is small, and it's difficult for somebody to show up dressed like a Sanzo priest without the news traveling quickly." When the door didn't open after several moments of silence, he changed his tactics.
"There was a youkai attack last night."
"I don't know why you think I'm going to help you with whatever the hell you want when I don't even know who the fuck you are."
"....okay. I'm a doctor."
Silence.
"I'm also the mayor."
More silence.
"I also own this--" Mayor Doctor whosits was interrupted by the man behind him.
"My father is dying, and our young son is already dead. He was killed by the youkai, and my father was mortally wounded trying to save him."
Yeah, there it was. He opened the door marginally more to get a better look at the younger man and woman. Griefstricken faces he'd seen far too many times. He let out a terse exhalation. He didn't want to tell these people he couldn't fucking do anything, and yet, they all expected him to work miracles. Didn't these people know that every time this shit happened, he got at least two grey hairs?
"Please, honorable Sanzo..." There were tears in the woman's eyes. She couldn't have been much more than twenty.
"I can't bring people back from the dead, and I can't cure dying people." The woman's shoulders slumped, so he quickly added, "I'm...sorry. I really am."
"Can you come with us, anyway, and at least say a prayer for my father so he can be at peace as he goes to his final resting place...?"
Sanzo paused. Several moments passed before he spoke again. "Okay."
It had been a stupid fucking thing to do.
It had been a fucking trap and he'd walked right into it.
They had taken him to a legit-looking cottage somewhere in the middle of the village. The body of a very young child had been lain out under a blanket, blood seeping through its surface in a pattern that would have been beautiful had it not been so macabre. Sanzo had scowled, shaken his head. Yeah, nothing he could fucking do. It was shitty for all of them, wasn't it? "Where's your father?" he'd asked, like a fucking IDIOT.
And they had led him into a small bedroom where a legit-looking old man appeared to be very actually dying from a number of grievous claw wounds, or possibly some kind of bites. The surface of the skin near the bite wounds had also appeared to be almost gangrenous or something, as if they had been infected or were rotting from something. He had even felt a twinge of something familiar he had been trying to forget for years. The old man was about the same age as Koumyou Sanzo had been when he'd died. The wounds had looked the same. Sanzo had cringed on the inside, flashing back to that night...but his jaw had set, his face as cold and emotionless as stone.
And he had sat on the floor, playing right the fuck into it, getting into praying position to give this man the best fucking sendoff to the afterlife he could, when...
FUCK.
Something sharp and barbed hit him in the side, sinking in with a wet squelching sound and then ripping back out. He felt his side throbbing as he got to his feet and whirled around to see the mustached man had disappeared only to be replaced by some kind of...half-youkai, half-scorpion thing. Apparently it had been using the doctor mayor as some sort of vessel, as there were pieces of a body on the floor barely held together by a tattered labcoat. This particular youkai had really stupid hair and was laughing such a fucking annoying laugh, and Sanzo was already pulling out the gun to fucking shoot its goddamn brains out, when he felt his muscles protesting, stopping, and he literally could not raise his arms.
He glanced to the side at the dying old man, which morphed before his eyes into a days old mangled corpse. The young man and woman changed, too, their bodies slumping to the ground as the magic that had been controlling them left them. The woman had a gaping hole in her torso and was missing several organs. The man didn't even have either of his arms or a bottom jaw. Fuck. The entire house now seemed to be splattered in carnage and blood.
Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
His side was throbbing and he was starting to feel lightheaded.
"All right, you cocksucking pissface. This is where you explain to me what's--" He looked forward again and the youkai was gone. The house was no longer a house, but an inn.
"--going on..."
He was standing right in the middle of the inn he had been in before. He looked down at his side, which was no longer bleeding. What.
Furthermore, the door opened and who should walk in but those three idiots.
"Kill them." A voice was in his ear, whispering, and he could feel his side throbbing. It was tempting, but no.
"Kill. Them." It was louder this time and he could feel his arm raising, as he hadn't been able to make it do before. He gritted his teeth, using whatever will he could to force his arm back down, but it was too much. What had happened, anyway? Was this fucker possessing him now, like it had been using the doctor earlier?
"Hey, Sanzo!" The monkey's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, but that wasn't unusual.
He felt something moving his lips and words passed through them that he definitely had not authorized. "I've been waiting for you idiots to show up." Fuck fuck fuck don't put words in my mouth.
"Uh...Sanzo?"
The gun had raised until it was level with Goku's face, finger on the trigger.
Goku's eyes widened momentarily, but he smiled. This was all normal. It was all normal to threaten shooting them, wasn't it? Fucking go, do not stay here, fuck fuck fuck. He glanced at the kappa, who seemed annoyed, and the healer, who was unfazed as usual. His mind flashed back to images of mangled corpses...
It took all of Sanzo's willpower to force himself to turn the gun around and empty the entire chamber into his own face.
Goku's startled scream, calling for him was the last thing he would ever hear.
Mindset: Sanzo vehemently rejects the idea that he is dead. Though he has calmed down (at least outwardly) from his initial rage at the situation, he still insists that this is all some kind of "shitty magic trick," an illusion to keep him from ever completing his journey west. Though he remembers rather clearly the circumstances of his death (and moreover, does not find them particularly unbelievable given the involved parties), he maintains that these are all just part of the fabrication. As such, he is highly skeptical of everyone (and everything) he encounters to a level just shy of outright xenophobia. He is very careful not to voice these suspicions to anyone lest whoever is keeping him here realize he is onto their game.
G̶̶l̨͡i̵͢t̷c͝͠h̕é͠s̷̷͡: Though Sanzo himself would disagree if asked, he has a deep attachment to people close to him, completely at odds with the Buddhist philosophy he claims to follow. He is keenly aware of this hypocrisy and does what he can to hide it, and to avoid putting himself in situations where this might become a factor. He has a very soft, sensitive core...if you can find a way in. Especially since death, he opens himself to no one.
Sanzo has always disliked most forms of running water, such as rivers (he was found in a river as an infant, presumably discarded by his mother) and rainstorms (the night Koumyou Sanzo died, it was storming), but since his own death happened during a rainstorm, things have worsened. Sensations such as water dripping on him suddenly, the sound of rain against anything, lightning, thunder (or sounds similar to thunder), and the smell of wet, muddy earth cause him mental distress.
Canon: Saiyuki
Gender: Male
Age: 26
History: go west
Personality:
Cantankerous. Ornery. Belligerent. While Genjyo Sanzo would call somebody an idiot in return for using any of those words to describe him, he wouldn't exactly deny it. No, you could even say there is a sort of weird pride he holds in being so goddamn difficult. He had certainly spent his 26 years on earth turning stubbornness into an art, doing his best to try even the gods' patience on several occasions. Insolent to a fault, it is difficult to earn his respect, nearly impossible to earn his trust, and he has no tolerance for idiots...or people he's relegated to his list of idiots. And once you get on that list, whether it was deserved or not, getting yourself removed from it is no small feat. (hint: the easiest way is a bullet between the eyes.)
It's not that he wants to make life difficult for other people...but that he wants other people to leave him the hell alone and stop trying to make his life difficult, complicating it with things he would like no part of, like friends, attachment, emotions... If you put up enough of a fight, eventually most people will give up. It's dealing with the ones who won't give up that causes him the most trouble.
A dogmatic adherence to the practice of self-reliance is one of Sanzo's greatest strengths and also one of his biggest downfalls. He is as resourceful and tenacious as a wolverine, but just as prone to gnawing his own leg off if caught in a trap, rather than ask anyone for help.
Part of this stems from the fact that he spent many of his formative years as an outcast, somehow never belonging to the tight-knit community of monks at the temple that took him in, despite the kindness of its leader, Koumyou Sanzo, who loved and protected the young boy as his very own son. Another, darker part stems from dealing with the emotional fallout from having his father figure, and the only person he had ever completely trusted, murdered in front of him, leaving him with a title he hadn't asked for nor even wanted. He spent many years after that wandering alone, relying on no one but himself, terrified of ever attaching himself to someone again only for them to be ripped away.
He has never allowed those wounds to heal.
As abrasive as Sanzo can be, he is not cruel. While he can have an explosive temper at times, it is purely in reaction to being provoked, and in situations where other people can behave themselves, he is quite capable of having neutral, civilized relationships with mutual understanding and a degree of respect (Cho Hakkai is a good example of this, although Sanzo is never quite sure how genuine the be-monocled healer is being at any given moment). Children and animals love him, despite his aversion to both, so he couldn't be all bad, right?
He possesses the interesting dichotomy of a keen intelligence and an animal cunning; most people have one or the other, but somehow this asshole managed to snag both. This makes him both a shrewd conversationalist when he's in his better moods and a dangerous adversary...depending on what side he's determined you're on.
Powers/Abilities: Aside from being extremely grouchy, Sanzo is a normal human with normal human abilities, although he is good at hand to hand combat and surprisingly strong for a skinny guy. As the high priest currently in possession of the Maten Sutra, he can call upon it to exorcise or kill demons (his gun will also kill demons), but these are powers belonging to the sutra, not Sanzo, himself.
Keepsakes/Mementos: A paper fan. A Smith & Wesson M35. Marlboro Reds and a disposable lighter. The Maten sutra. The daily newspaper.
Sample:
Genjyo Sanzo sat on a shitty bed in a shitty room in what was probably the shittiest inn the whole shitty town had to offer, killing time while waiting for this shitty thunderstorm to pass by.
He was drinking coffee, which was also shitty, reading a newspaper from two years ago (what, could the inn not afford to keep a subscription? Did they not think guests would notice?), and absolutely not missing that bunch of shitty losers who had the audacity to call him out on his own shitty behavior.
He was a grown-ass man capable of making his own decisions and living his own life. He didn't need a nanny, let alone three of them. He didn't need people telling him he was getting reckless. He didn't need people telling him he wasn't as young as he used to be, that he needed to slow down, that he needed to rest and let his injuries heal for once, that he needed to stop, even just a moment.
Fuck that shit. This journey was already taking far too long.
He'd told them as much, leaving the three of them and the dragon to make camp and rest like the bunch of pansy-ass fuckers they were. The falling out had been loud and hurtful, like it always was. He didn't speak much, by choice, but it kept his tongue honed and sharp and his words would cut them even more that way, when he chose to use them. This time was no different than any other time this kind of thing had happened...except for the look Hakkai had given him when he said something that had stabbed a little bit too deep. You've gone too far, it said.
And he'd go farther. By himself.
And if it weren't for all this shitty rain, he would probably be halfway there by now, since that had been a few days ago and he'd made a decent amount of progress by foot. Where the others were, he did not particularly care.
He had flipped to the sports page and was looking at the baseball stats when there was frantic knocking at his door. He sighed and slammed the paper down, rising to answer whoever the fuck had come calling. He opened the door a crack, peering out with narrowed eyes. "Yeah, what?"
Immediately on the other side of the door was a man with a bushy mustache and tiny, round glasses. He was carrying what could have been a medical bag, judging by the end of a stethoscope sticking out. Behind him was a young couple who looked as if they'd been crying very hard for a very long time. Somehow, Sanzo knew whatever he was going to hear next would be 1. irritating, 2. depressing, and 3. something he had heard at least half a dozen times in the last month.
The mustached man was the first to speak. "Forgive us for the intrusion, but we were told the great priest Genjyo Sanzo had come to our humble village..."
You mean shitty village. Sanzo stared at the ceiling while scratching idly at the inside of his ear; he did not open the door just yet. "Who told you that?"
The mustached man paused a moment, as if caught off guard by the response. "...well, this town is small, and it's difficult for somebody to show up dressed like a Sanzo priest without the news traveling quickly." When the door didn't open after several moments of silence, he changed his tactics.
"There was a youkai attack last night."
"I don't know why you think I'm going to help you with whatever the hell you want when I don't even know who the fuck you are."
"....okay. I'm a doctor."
Silence.
"I'm also the mayor."
More silence.
"I also own this--" Mayor Doctor whosits was interrupted by the man behind him.
"My father is dying, and our young son is already dead. He was killed by the youkai, and my father was mortally wounded trying to save him."
Yeah, there it was. He opened the door marginally more to get a better look at the younger man and woman. Griefstricken faces he'd seen far too many times. He let out a terse exhalation. He didn't want to tell these people he couldn't fucking do anything, and yet, they all expected him to work miracles. Didn't these people know that every time this shit happened, he got at least two grey hairs?
"Please, honorable Sanzo..." There were tears in the woman's eyes. She couldn't have been much more than twenty.
"I can't bring people back from the dead, and I can't cure dying people." The woman's shoulders slumped, so he quickly added, "I'm...sorry. I really am."
"Can you come with us, anyway, and at least say a prayer for my father so he can be at peace as he goes to his final resting place...?"
Sanzo paused. Several moments passed before he spoke again. "Okay."
It had been a stupid fucking thing to do.
It had been a fucking trap and he'd walked right into it.
They had taken him to a legit-looking cottage somewhere in the middle of the village. The body of a very young child had been lain out under a blanket, blood seeping through its surface in a pattern that would have been beautiful had it not been so macabre. Sanzo had scowled, shaken his head. Yeah, nothing he could fucking do. It was shitty for all of them, wasn't it? "Where's your father?" he'd asked, like a fucking IDIOT.
And they had led him into a small bedroom where a legit-looking old man appeared to be very actually dying from a number of grievous claw wounds, or possibly some kind of bites. The surface of the skin near the bite wounds had also appeared to be almost gangrenous or something, as if they had been infected or were rotting from something. He had even felt a twinge of something familiar he had been trying to forget for years. The old man was about the same age as Koumyou Sanzo had been when he'd died. The wounds had looked the same. Sanzo had cringed on the inside, flashing back to that night...but his jaw had set, his face as cold and emotionless as stone.
And he had sat on the floor, playing right the fuck into it, getting into praying position to give this man the best fucking sendoff to the afterlife he could, when...
FUCK.
Something sharp and barbed hit him in the side, sinking in with a wet squelching sound and then ripping back out. He felt his side throbbing as he got to his feet and whirled around to see the mustached man had disappeared only to be replaced by some kind of...half-youkai, half-scorpion thing. Apparently it had been using the doctor mayor as some sort of vessel, as there were pieces of a body on the floor barely held together by a tattered labcoat. This particular youkai had really stupid hair and was laughing such a fucking annoying laugh, and Sanzo was already pulling out the gun to fucking shoot its goddamn brains out, when he felt his muscles protesting, stopping, and he literally could not raise his arms.
He glanced to the side at the dying old man, which morphed before his eyes into a days old mangled corpse. The young man and woman changed, too, their bodies slumping to the ground as the magic that had been controlling them left them. The woman had a gaping hole in her torso and was missing several organs. The man didn't even have either of his arms or a bottom jaw. Fuck. The entire house now seemed to be splattered in carnage and blood.
Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
His side was throbbing and he was starting to feel lightheaded.
"All right, you cocksucking pissface. This is where you explain to me what's--" He looked forward again and the youkai was gone. The house was no longer a house, but an inn.
"--going on..."
He was standing right in the middle of the inn he had been in before. He looked down at his side, which was no longer bleeding. What.
Furthermore, the door opened and who should walk in but those three idiots.
"Kill them." A voice was in his ear, whispering, and he could feel his side throbbing. It was tempting, but no.
"Kill. Them." It was louder this time and he could feel his arm raising, as he hadn't been able to make it do before. He gritted his teeth, using whatever will he could to force his arm back down, but it was too much. What had happened, anyway? Was this fucker possessing him now, like it had been using the doctor earlier?
"Hey, Sanzo!" The monkey's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, but that wasn't unusual.
He felt something moving his lips and words passed through them that he definitely had not authorized. "I've been waiting for you idiots to show up." Fuck fuck fuck don't put words in my mouth.
"Uh...Sanzo?"
The gun had raised until it was level with Goku's face, finger on the trigger.
Goku's eyes widened momentarily, but he smiled. This was all normal. It was all normal to threaten shooting them, wasn't it? Fucking go, do not stay here, fuck fuck fuck. He glanced at the kappa, who seemed annoyed, and the healer, who was unfazed as usual. His mind flashed back to images of mangled corpses...
It took all of Sanzo's willpower to force himself to turn the gun around and empty the entire chamber into his own face.
Goku's startled scream, calling for him was the last thing he would ever hear.
Mindset: Sanzo vehemently rejects the idea that he is dead. Though he has calmed down (at least outwardly) from his initial rage at the situation, he still insists that this is all some kind of "shitty magic trick," an illusion to keep him from ever completing his journey west. Though he remembers rather clearly the circumstances of his death (and moreover, does not find them particularly unbelievable given the involved parties), he maintains that these are all just part of the fabrication. As such, he is highly skeptical of everyone (and everything) he encounters to a level just shy of outright xenophobia. He is very careful not to voice these suspicions to anyone lest whoever is keeping him here realize he is onto their game.
G̶̶l̨͡i̵͢t̷c͝͠h̕é͠s̷̷͡: Though Sanzo himself would disagree if asked, he has a deep attachment to people close to him, completely at odds with the Buddhist philosophy he claims to follow. He is keenly aware of this hypocrisy and does what he can to hide it, and to avoid putting himself in situations where this might become a factor. He has a very soft, sensitive core...if you can find a way in. Especially since death, he opens himself to no one.
Sanzo has always disliked most forms of running water, such as rivers (he was found in a river as an infant, presumably discarded by his mother) and rainstorms (the night Koumyou Sanzo died, it was storming), but since his own death happened during a rainstorm, things have worsened. Sensations such as water dripping on him suddenly, the sound of rain against anything, lightning, thunder (or sounds similar to thunder), and the smell of wet, muddy earth cause him mental distress.
