Genjo Sanzo || Saiyuki || Reserved
Player name: Ash
Are you over 18: Yes.
Characters in The Box Already: N/A
Character Name: Genjo Sanzo is his official title, but most everyone just calls him "Sanzo."
Canon Point: Between the end of Reload and the beginning of Reload Blast.
Is your character Dead, Undead or Alive: Alive.
History: Convenient link!
Sanzo is an extremely abrasive individual with few friends and many enemies. He doesn't take any particular pleasure in being rude, standoffish, surly or dismissive; but neither does he go to any great pains to avoid it. Overall, the feelings of those around him are the least of his concerns and he won't usually take them into account with anything he does. Sanzo also has zero tolerance for anything or anyone that annoys him. You'll never hear him say "Could you please keep it down?" Instead, be prepared for "Shut up" and the death glare of the century. It's results he's most interested in, not the niceties along the way. Sanzo's short temper is most often set off by those he travels with, particularly Sha Gojyo and Son Goku. Sanzo has probably spent more bullets firing at those two in order to get them to shut up than he has spent on the demonic assassins that are constantly tailing the party.
This doesn't mean he doesn't have a soft spot though, at least for a select few. His traveling party is dear to Sanzo, despite the fact that he would argue the contrary to his dying breath. He will fight for those three men if need be; however, Sanzo is very confident in their ability to protect themselves and will hardly go to pains to help them unless they are in serious need of it. You won't see him hovering or fretting for his comrades. He has a particularly soft spot for Son Goku, the demon boy he found and raised from the moment they first met. No matter what he says or does, Sanzo does care for Goku. The most vulnerable we ever see him in canon is when Goku is very suddenly left on the brink of death, which leaves Sanzo nearly catatonic on his feet before he can be snapped out of it.
Despite basing his way of life around the concept of muichimotsu (essentially, "hold nothing," meaning that everything in life is transient and the only way to avoid suffering is to have no earthly attachments), Sanzo still has strong bonds with those he travels with. After watching his master be murdered, he didn't want anything else to care about; yet here he is.
Although he doesn't exactly have a caring personality, Sanzo will also help those in need if he happens to come across them. Will he complain about it? Sure, but he'll still do it. He will also assist those who are struggling in the form of advice, often in a straightforward, no-nonsense sort of a way. If you want to hear Sanzo's opinion, you had better be ready for a harsh truth. His insights can be surprisingly profound for those willing to take them without a spoonful of sugar.
Oh, did I mention that Sanzo is a priest? He is, believe it or not. He's one of only four Buddhist priests given the revered title of Sanzo (as mentioned above, his Buddhist name is actually Genjo, but no one ever calls him that), and he is considered to be a very exalted individual in-canon. The red dot on his forehead is a marker that he has been approved by the gods to carry the Sanzo title. The impression of being somehow holy is usually dispelled in the first few minutes of meeting him though. Sanzo smokes, drinks, swears and kills often, despite the fact that these are all obviously things that go against the usual priestly code of honor. You won't find remorse about any of those from this priest. He has his own brand of Buddhism and his own way of living. He's self-assured and set on his path, and he does not appreciate those who try to lecture him about it.Abilities/Strengths and Weaknesses:
- Sanzo has spent a good portion of his life defending himself with a Smith & Wesson M-36 revolver. While he uses it as a casual threat with his comrades, if he's shooting to kill, it's unlikely that he will miss. Though he won't retain this weapon in-game, Sanzo will be able to work with any similar firearm.
- As mentioned before, despite his personality and habits, Sanzo IS a venerable priest. As such, he has been tasked with protecting the Maten Sutra, one of five sutras used in the creation of the world. It takes the form of a scroll of paper hanging on his shoulders, symbolizing the weight of the world's karma that Sanzo priests are tasked with carrying. It's more than just an ornament though. The Maten Sutra can be used offensively as a weapon. If Sanzo has the opportunity to recite the proper chant beforehand, the sutra will grow to several times its size and seize the enemy. If the enemy is a youkai, then the sutra can potentially destroy it. Since this takes so much time and concentration, it's usually a last resort.
*A note on the sutra: the object itself is extremely important to Sanzo outside of its offensive abilities. It was left to him by his late master, and his pride as a Sanzo depends on his protecting it. Due no one having weapons going into The Box, I've planned for Sanzo to retain his sutra, but he won't be able to remember the chant needed to use it and will be unable to utilize it in any other way. This is so he can be played normally, as the loss of the sutra would change his entire demeanor. However, the final decision on what will happen to the sutra is up to the mods of course, and whatever their decision is on this will be fine with me!
- While he's quick on his feet and unforgiving in hand-to-hand combat, Sanzo just isn't the fastest or the strongest person out there, particularly when compared to his traveling party which are all youkai. He can endure some extreme circumstances, but his endurance is really due more to stubbornness than actual strength. He also isn't great with really vigorous cardio due to all the chain smoking he does.
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Sanzo lit up the last cigarette in his pack and leaned back in the cheap wooden chair the inn had provided. It was a rare occasion when every member of the Sanzo party could each get their own room, and they had all taken to them enthusiastically. Sanzo was appreciating the silence in particular. No arguing or idiotic banter. Just quiet.
Well, on the surface anyway. But wasn’t that how it always went?
It was like the youkai stalking them waited for this sort of opportunity. Hell, these ones probably had, and they likely thought they were so much more clever than all their comrades who had been taken down out on the road. They would wait until the Sanzo party was separated and then take them down one by one. They probably thought the team would be so weak separately, particularly the single human. Sanzo exhaled a stream of smoke and propped his cigarette against the rim of the ashtray, fully intending to come back to it after he took care of things. Already he could hear them sneaking around just outside the window. What a pain the ass. Would he ever have a peaceful night to himself again?
When the window was smashed in, Sanzo was already on his feet with his firearm in hand. The demon standing amongst the broken glass barely had time to register the gun in his face before it went off. One down, another two or three left to go. Sanzo watched as they poured in, their demeanor going from cocky to unsure to terrified as they fought and he took them down. What, Sanzo wondered, had they been expecting? They knew the stories. Maybe they thought the youkai in his own group did all of the killing. Maybe they thought Sanzo would hesitate before he went for a headshot.
No, Sanzo didn’t hesitate to kill in his own defense, and he hadn’t for a very long time. Sometimes he still remembered that first time: a human man, leering at Sanzo who was still a child then, his intentions clear by the roaming of his eyes and the jeering of his friends. He’d been as much a monster as any maddened youkai. More so, even, because his particular brand of cruelty wasn’t the effect of an external force like that of the Minus Wave. Yet Sanzo had still stared at the man's body after, horrified by the gore and the fact that he had just violated such a great taboo: don’t kill. The gun in his shaking hands had felt simultaneously like salvation and the path to hell. That death, and the weight of every death he caused thereafter, had weighed on Sanzo for years after.
Looking into the face of the final youkai in his hotel room, Sanzo still remembered how he used to feel about having to murder to survive. He remembered, but there wasn’t a trace of that remorse or doubt left in him as he pulled the trigger one last time.
Then he turned back to the table and reached out for the cigarette. To his disappointment, it had already burned itself to the filter. Sanzo sighed and crushed the filter between his fingers as Hakkai came in, no doubt checking on everyone after doing away with his own band of assassins.
When asked if he was alright, Sanzo dropped the filter back into the ashtray with a look of disgust.
“I’m going to need more cigarettes, damn them.”