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Name: Didgey
Age: 21
Personal Journal: tobi
Contact Information:
AIM: ask
Email: goodboytobi@live.com
Other: YOUR MOM'S ASS

Past RP Experience: I live here. :(

Character: Gaara
Age: 14
PB: Hongo Kanata
Classification: Brunette. I have changed his hair color from red to brown. I know, it hurts me too. But we'll get over it together. :(
Occupation: Working visa for the First District, does data entry for a medical research corporation. Because he's special, and doesn't need your SCHOOLS.



Background History: Fourteen years ago, a baby was born. While nothing remarkable came from this birth, the conditions were ordinary-- but the circumstances were not. A blond woman and a brunette man were never meant to have these sorts of relationships with one another. Especially not when the woman held an esteemed position in Hokage's inner workings, and had been punished once before for a similar incident. Two children born from a lower class father... it was unacceptable. While she may have been excused for the first time, her first son taken away and everything swept under the rug, this time was different. For her crimes, the woman was sentenced to death, and her newborn baby was supposed to have been given the same treatment, to keep everything from getting out to the public.

Though Hokage had different plans. Years earlier, in a disturbingly similar occurrence, Naruto Namikaze was born and due to the value of his father, was chosen as a test subject for the kyuubi microchip. Years had passed since then, and the technology of the chips had only grown. The newest model, shuukaku, had yet to be tested. It pushed the boundaries, and was even said to be a stronger, more intelligent chip than the one inserted into the future police chief. While the kyuubi model depended on the host to run properly, the shuukaku model was different. It came with the ability to think on it's own-- make choices based off stimuli, not data. It was an artificial intelligence chip, intended to take over the brain and create what was, the perfect human by Hokage's standards. Since Gaara was of partial blond birth, yet didn't carry the same hair color, it was decided he could be a worthwhile sacrifice, and the chip was inserted into his mind.

And it worked perfectly. From the time the chip was activated, to the time Gaara reached four years of age, his intelligence was astounding. As predicted, the chip displayed free will, entirely consuming what personality the young Gaara may have developed. He was eerily robotic, speaking in a dull, monotone voice as the chip took over, and made his thoughts for him. Since he was brought up very carefully, in a controlled environment with limited stimulus, the chip remained stable. Perhaps the scientists got too cocky, too comfortable with the results of their experiment, as they began to get sloppy, exposing Gaara to more than what the chip could properly process.

One night of carelessly leaving the television in the outer lobby of the laboratory on would be the trigger that exposed Gaara to something foreign for the first time. Human emotion. Hearing a noise, he left his sterile, white room and went down the hall, the chip telling him there was something unusual. The learning software kicking in, telling him he needed to learn everything about it. Sitting in front of the television set all night, the chip went into overdrive, and for the first time, the little boy hiding under the surface came out. During a news broadcast displaying a particularly gruesome scene from the third district, for the first time Gaara learned what suffering was. And it scared him. The surge of emotion he felt overrode the chip's control, and caused a malfunction, permanently damaging it, but not destroying it. It became corrupted, and because of the cause of this corruption, the chip's AI became transfixed, focused on human suffering and pain.

Gaara, however, hated it. Which was beyond clear in the way he reacted. For the first time his tiny voice rang through the halls, echoing a screaming cry as he tried to shut his eyes and not look at the pain on the television, the AI software forcing him to remain focused on it. Hearing the commotion, the live-in scientists ran out. When they tried to pry Gaara away, he reacted violently, hitting, biting, and scratching at the men who tried to restrain him. The chip had no fail-safe shut off switch, so the only way to sedate Gaara was with a quick injection of a sedative. It was clear, now, that the experiment had failed. Gaara was dangerous now, exposed too soon to something computers could never understand because humans barely understood it.

Locked up and on a constant stream of sedatives and tranquilizers, Gaara was left to his blurred thoughts, and the chip's AI constantly running, unaffected by the drugs. It demanded information, knowledge, and often flooded Gaara's mind with images from the television that night. This is when Gaara's despisal of sleep began, but he could do nothing to stop it yet. When it was decided Gaara had become too unstable, the chip was marked as a failure, and the information collected from the shuukaku experiment would be processed and use to improve the AI software. Gaara was marked for termination, and was set to be killed within the week. Sensing the threat to it's life, the AI chip temporarily went into a hibernation, letting Gaara think and react for himself for the first time. Immediately, Gaara pleaded for his life. Not sounding forced, or robotic, he sounded like nothing more than a confused, lost, four year old boy.

In an unexpected display of sympathy, Gaara was permitted to leave. Through the software management console for shuukaku, they completely disabled the chip, abandoning the project, and Gaara to an old couple in the second district. As a result of the shut down, Gaara's memories were apparently wiped, and he had no recollection of his early life in the laboratory in the first district. But Gaara's life was not destined to be like everyone else's. Because of his sudden decrease in intelligence, and his late start in social development, education was difficult, and he was often kept from his classes. Since he was at a level so behind all his peers, he spent most time at home, and his caretakers didn't seem to mind. Gaara's life for two years was very dull, and he preferred repetitive, mundane tasks. His favorite was to sit in the tiny, overgrown backyard, and sit in the sandbox, lifting and watching the grains of sand fall, over and over again.

While still checked up on (discreetly, during routine physicals) after two years of no developments, it was to be safely assumed that the shuukaku chip had fully shut down. It seemed that, after all, the experiment really had been an incredible failure. Or so it was thought.

One night that all changed. On the exact two-year anniversary since the shuukaku chip went into hibernation, it woke up. Gaara's mind was instantly flooded with information, everything the chip had ever witnessed through the boy's eyes was back. In a fit of hysteria, and to appease the chip's demands to see human suffering again, he ended up killing his caretakers in the middle of the night. While Gaara did fight it, his chip's hyper-fixation on understanding and learning about human emotions (since it was not programmed to feel compassion, and is incapable of feeling pain) overrode his struggles, and though Gaara was zoned out of it, the chip recorded it, and it's an event Gaara cannot make himself forget.

Shortly after the incident, while hiding in a corner of the house, he heard someone come in. It was a man with red hair, who he later learned was named Sasori. Gaara was scared of Sasori at first, but after the man praised him for what he'd done, Gaara quickly warmed up to him, even helping him clean up the mess of human blood splattered about. The moment of comfort was short-lived though, and as soon as word reached headquarters that Gaara had killed his takers, he was immediately apprehended and taken back to the familiar laboratory he grew up in. Strangely enough, he didn't react to it, and informed the men that "Mother," was born here, and remembers this place. Confused, the scientists quickly realized that Gaara had been referring to the shuukaku chip, which had somehow activated itself again.

With no way of monitoring it's actions, they made a collective decision to return Gaara to the second district, and give him a daily job in the first district, as a cover to monitor him closely. The crime Gaara had committed was quickly covered up, as it was decided monitoring the chip was of a higher value than the lives of two second class citizens. Their hopes were high, though wary, that the chip might not have been a failure after all. But under the new wave of research was a frightening thought-- if they'd created something that was beyond their control. Which was why keeping Gaara under control was made a priority, and top secret word was sent to the police officers that Gaara was a special experiment, and was not to be harmed, no matter what. It was worth watching him develop normally, but under no circumstances could Gaara fall into the wrong hands, or be killed and risk losing data.

Returned to the second district, Gaara went back to the house of his caretakers, which had been cleaned since his departure. He felt no remorse for what he'd done, and had he developed under normal circumstances, he should have been traumatized by it. But he very willingly sat on the bed he killed them on, now with a new mattress. He'd been told by his new employer that killing anybody was wrong, and since Gaara was still young, he listened. At first his job in the first district was simple, just helping out when things were needed to be done around an office, but never anything too overly stimulating, since Gaara seemed to have the most control when things were routine. As he got older, he was moved up to a desk job, and now spends his days sitting behind a desk, mindlessly entering data into a computer. While this job would drive any normal person up a wall with boredom, Gaara finds it soothing, and rather enjoys his job.

He also enjoys going to crime scenes when he can, and likes to observe the different elements of death. It was through this curiosity that he met back with Sasori, and eventually formed a bond with him. In the mornings before he goes to work, he stops at the morgue to see Sasori, and whatever new dead bodies have been brought in. He shares a mutual interest with Sasori to prolong life infinitely, though the shuukaku chip is interested in it so that it can fully watch the suffering on a human, without them dying and ending the moment. These are things Gaara has shared with Sasori, and at the moment, Sasori is the only one who knows about the shuukaku chip's desires.

Gaara spends his days with little malfunction or influence from the chip. He enjoys the internet, though only lets himself on for an hour each night. He still sits out back and plays eerily in the sandbox, and when he's not working or at home, he's helping Sasori or people watching. It's far from what the average fourteen year old boy in The City does, but with the intelligence the chip gives him, he has no need for further schooling, even if it would have been good for him socially.

Personality/Likes & Dislikes: It's important to know that the shuukaku chip doesn't realize it's actually a piece of technology. Since it's been given supposed free will, and intelligence of it's own, it truly believes itself to be a living, breathing entity. Almost like a separate personality, but Gaara has learned to control it, and use parts of the chip to his advantage. The most obvious of this is his intelligence. Because of the two years the chip went into hibernation, what he knows is limited when compared to current users of the chip, though it's still expansive, and the chip is still capable of learning new things and drawing conclusions on it's own.

Because the console for the shuukaku chip was destroyed, the chip has no way of legitimately contacting an update server to gain new information, so when Gaara sleeps, it often takes over, keeping his body up and active just enough to watch tv, or read endless reports on the internet. Obviously, Gaara doesn't like losing control of his body, and often stays awake for as long as he can. As a result, he's incredibly weak with limited muscle development. He's thin, and is prone to getting sick very often due to his small size and weakened immune system.

While Gaara is aware there is something unnatural inside of him, he has no idea it's some sort of microchip. It's important to remember he's still a kid, and does have a semi-overactive imagination. He calls the chip his "Mother," (because he's never known his birth parents, and the chip has always been present, like a mother watching over him) and will talk about it as if it's really a true person. Though he does fear what could happen if he slept too long, since the chip, or "Mother," is most active when he's asleep. He doesn't not sleep at all, but he does severely limit it, getting between 2-4 hours a night.

Gaara's day-to-day life is very routine, and he hates deviations from it. Because the shuukaku chip is programmed to kick in when something new or interesting happens, keeping the same routine day after day sort of numbs it, and Gaara finds it easiest to live like this. He saves all the money he earns from his job, and the only times he spends it is to buy groceries and pay his bills. He eats very little, and definitely appears to be malnourished even though he rarely feels hungry. He likes juice, though, and is especially fond of grape juice. It's one of his regular purchases at the grocery store, along with a loaf of bread, and different types of jam. He doesn't like meats, fish, or poultry, though he could clearly benefit from the vitamins they'd give him.

He trusts very few people, and is often skeptical of what people tell him. He does respect authority, however, but that doesn't mean he likes you. He has a generally neutral outlook on life, and doesn't care about the separation of the castes. In his mind, all people live and die the same, what power they have doesn't matter. He does, however, know very well that he's different. Gaara doesn't see himself like the rest of humanity, and while he doesn't feel he's better than everybody else, he's very aware that he can never live like them. Part of him yearns to be accepted and have that sort of lifestyle, but another part of him is repulsed by it. If he didn't have to leave his house, he never would. Comfortable in his madness, Gaara would shut himself away forever if it were possible.

Though he keeps to himself, if approached he will talk to you. He's not the social type, however, and will never instigate a conversation unless you're doing something remarkable that he just can't ignore. Online, he is more sociable and prone to ask questions, if only because the veil of anonymity makes him feel more secure. When Gaara talks, he sounds years older than he is, and typically phrases things awkwardly, with too much word use. He could just say "I need to piss." or "I'm going to the bathroom." But instead he says, "I need to be excused to use the lavatory facilities in this building." This is another result of little to no social interaction, and he's not sure entirely how to communicate properly without being superfluous about it.

Even if it seems odd for someone like Gaara to enjoy having fun, he does. He finds fun in repetitive tasks, and watching those around him. While the shuukaku chip is very interested in the darker sides of human emotion, Gaara has an interest for the lighter sides, though he's not sure he's ever seen someone that is truly happy, or if true happiness even exists. He keeps a very passive, tell-it-like-it-is stance in life, but in a city like this, that's strangely usual in a young boy.

Sample Post:

First Person

Today I have made several discoveries, all of which hold no real significance except that they provided interesting new information, which I am recording here for personal reference.

I have witnessed what I have heard is called rage. What is exciting about this emotion is the intensity of it, and what it causes the person experiencing it to feel. A rush of sudden energy, sometimes giving the person strength they would not have under normal circumstances. What I witnessed was a man with black hair in the Second District, accused of stealing food from a nearby stand. I think it was some sort of jam-filled bread. I will look into it later, as that seems to fall into my preferred dietary plan. But the black-haired man insisted that he did not, in fact, steal goods from this stand. The man with brown hair insisted that he did.

I watched the conflict progress, but with an eye also on the crowds nearby. Some people ignored it, these were mostly other people with brown hair. Other people with black hair, they seemed to be riled up as well. I do not know if they were acquaintances of the accused, or if there is some strange unity between men with black hair. I will look into it later.

As the accused and accuser started to shout at one another, I noticed the man with brown hair acting strangely, slamming his hands on the table and reaching out. He took hold of the black-haired man's shirt, and began to hit him. This was anger, in a basic form I believe. The black-haired man responded by raising his fist as well, and this is what I think the trigger was that took anger and turned it to rage. I have read that a person can go from calm to enraged, but it seems to be a process with two or many more steps. Annoyance to anger to rage. Or there are several more emotions that play into it, different degrees of anger. I find this to be particularly interesting. I have never felt these types of negative energies, though from what I have heard, they do not sound pleasant. There is someone nearby who disagrees with me, and finds them to be quite pleasant. I do not like it.

When the brown-haired man reached this higher level of anger, I witnessed him pick up a chair and beat the other man with it. The crowd, then, quickly broke and I did hear a few women scream. I still do not understand why onlookers often react this way, as it is not them who is being attacked. Perhaps it involves sympathy, though that is something else I've yet to study properly.

After hitting the man with the furniture, he continued to strike him until the police officials arrived. They were not as punctual as they usually are. Today may have been a day of many incidents. I will have to look into it. But the man was apprehended, and even in his enraged state, fought against the men of authority. I found this to be surprising. If he had handled it differently and waited until the police arrived, then the black-haired man most likely would have been punished, without the use of home furnishings. But I have also learned some people have short "fuses," and even when something is logical, they will act rashly and without concern for the end result.

Though from the article I read reporting the incident online, both men were punished. In the end, I think it proves that stealing is not a good idea.

Third Person

Grocery stores were kind of intimidating. Not the tiny, mom and pop places, but the chain stores. The huge, pristine, sparkling places that looked too sterile for anything delicious to exist inside of. While some probably found it comforting, Gaara found it to be rather daunting. It was probably one of the nicest places in the second district. Not as clean as it appeared to be in Gaara's mind, but when compared to the floor of the home he slept in, some things in the third district looked sparkling. And he must have looked a little intimidating too, standing up straight in front of the automatic doors, staring blankly ahead as other patrons slowly walked around him, staring and wondering if he was going to move, or was lost, or something.

But the store needed to be analyzed first. It was not one Gaara was familiar with (his usual store was closed on the weekends, something he had not prepared for and was now without food) so he was taking his time in stepping inside, getting used to the feel of the place, watching the sorts of people who went in and out. He could have done it from a distance, sure, but there was something kind of enjoyable about the rush of cold air that would swoop out every time someone came in or out. You never really noticed air conditioning when you were inside, because you got used to it. But when you stood in the summer heat and felt a rush of it, it definitely felt much better. Gaara didn't mind the heat, though and sometimes preferred it. Though you'd never be able to tell he'd ever spent a day outside in his life, with the fair pigmentation of his skin. So far he'd counted fourteen people, and two children. One infant, too. Total time spent standing in front of the doors was exactly twenty-one minutes, fourteen seconds. Counting the seconds up in his mind, Gaara waited, still not accepting or denying the place yet.

But a sudden hand on his shoulder made him twitch away, scowling at the woman who now appeared behind him. She'd made him lose his second count.

"Are you lost?" She asked softly, smiling at him sympathetically. "Let me know what your Mommy looks like, I can help you find her." Stilling his expression, Gaara bristled, his mind running in overdrive for a moment as her voice registered, and he recognized it. His shoulders slumped a little, and with that dull, disinterested voice, he recited a few major lines from a movie he'd watched recently, looking back up at her when he was finished.

"That was you." He said with a nod, confident in his conclusion. "I recognize your voice from that movie." She must not have gotten that often, and immediately became bashful, tucking her long, brown hair behind an ear and laughing, covering her mouth with one of her hands, as if trying to stop the laugh. Gaara found that to be odd. From what he understood laughter to be a sign of, trying to hide it seemed odd. She praised him for catching it, and reached out to give him a rewarding hair shuffle, but her hand never made it. Moving quickly, he grabbed her wrist, a sharp slap resulting in the action. Surprised, she tried to pull her hand away, but Gaara held tight, causing her to panic a little. The shift in her mood was interesting, and Gaara's eyes focused sharply on her face.

Releasing his grip suddenly, he watched with dilated pupils as she instantly cradled her wrist as if afraid it was broken, though there was no way the small boy had enough strength. His intent hadn't been to harm her, just to stop her from touching him. He wasn't a fan of contact from other people, just because he didn't like the way it made him feel insecure. But once she reacted like she was hurt, Gaara felt that all-too-familiar throb right behind his eyelids, like a headache but not really painful. Just unpleasant. Suddenly he recalled why it was he didn't go new places. This had been too risky. Of course the risk had been only brought on by Gaara's suspicious actions, but that was beside a point that he wasn't willing to address at the moment. Looking back at the woman, he scowled at her again, narrowing his eyes. "Your performance was poor." He added, looking at her like she was the most offensive creature on this Earth before quickly turning, running in the direction opposite her, headed towards the comfort and mundane safety of home.

He did not need to eat tonight. He'd go to his usual grocery store tomorrow, and make sure to remember next time to stock up for the weekends.