Hayashi, Takumi Kira

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CASE FILE: Alkahestrist/Amestrian Militant {Warrant Officer}

I just can't die.
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FULL NAME:
→ Takumi "Ten" Kira Hayashi

AGE:
→ 20

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Xi'an, Xing

RACE:
→ Esparian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ September 1, 1991

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HEIGHT:
→ 5'3"

WEIGHT:
→ 135 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Ten is rather short for a guy, but he honestly doesn’t give two shits because he only has one. His height is pretty much the only way to tell he is himself save for his face structure and whatnot. This is because Ten’s alkahestry makes it possible for him to change the pigment anywhere within his own body. So he can choose what he wants to look like.

Now, Ten tends to keep his hair short for obvious reasons. Guys don’t have long hair. Those that do are gay or just plain stupid. Hair gets in the way. It prevents them from moving efficiently and so on. His natural hair his slightly wavy because of his mother he guesses. He only ever knew her in her pictures anyway. And as for the color, it all natural, baby. He either likes it white blond or the darkest black, but most of the time he just sticks with brown.

His skin tone he usually keeps on the pale side since he doesn’t want to appear too out of character. Sunlight is a bother. Sunscreen is a bother. It’s better to hole up inside since houses were made for a reason. He also keeps his nails short and normal-looking and he wears normal clothes because he is a normal person. Or so he wants them to think. Jeans, a chain wallet, tee-shirt…the usual; he is what he is.

He walks with swagger and speaks with a dragging wisp of all-knowing charisma. He’s funny when he wants to be and smiles when it means something. He hates singing, but the seldom few who have heard him singing in his car with the window rolled up tells him he would be famous if he got his ass on stage. Not happening. Draws too much attention.

Ten’s eyes speak to you. They tell you to stare. He hates when people stare. He can’t really help how his eyes look, but he can very easily change their color. Ten commonly sticks with a vicious red or mellow blue, but most of the time he just decides on brown.

He likes his pointed shoes and his ripped jeans like any fashionable man, but he also likes parading around in flaming boxer shorts and a beater. He is lazy by nature and cannot bother to always get dressed for a day filled with nothing but reading crappy crime novels. Sometimes he even hears people knocking at his door and expects them to have finally found him!! It never is. Just the raven nevermore. Fuck it.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Ten is one of those awesome guys you watch walk by down the sidewalk. You wish you would have stopped him, but he’s already gone. You don’t even know his name… It’s okay though, Ten is elusive like that; it’s his thing. He doesn’t like people catching on. If they do, he disappears again. By day he’s just a normal guy you want to talk to just to hear his voice, but during the night he enjoys twisting the intestines of his victim around his pinky. He just that fucked up. And you wonder how he can be so crazy and yet so…not? Well, he just doesn’t think like us. He’s the very definition of fucked up. How many people could chop up a body in the shower and then go into work the next day? Well, he could. In fact, he does it frequently.

Before he kills someone, he counts to ten. Ten seconds of fear—ten seconds of knowing that you’re going to die. That’s where he got his name from. That, and he doesn’t want people to know his real name. That shit is classified. Fear is an important part of death—an important part of killing and being able to enjoy it. First, it’s the horror stricken on their face. Second, it’s experimenting on their severed body. But we won’t get into that. Ten wouldn’t want even his application to reveal all the fun he’s had with dead bodies. Non-sexually, of course, he’s not Niko for god’s sake. Gross. Ten scoffs at that!

Blood washes off in some way or form, he’s learned, but he can never quite get rid of his seductive streak. He likes the looks women give him when he’s anywhere in the vicinity. He’s somewhat surprised that his fangirl entourage has stopped following him about the office. And speaking of the office… he manages to work at both South City AND West City. He just doesn’t like staying in one place. Traveling is an essential part of life and living well. He feels he can’t get anywhere if he doesn’t travel…Hah.

He HATES small spaces, is claustrophobic, and will never admit it. That’s why he owns a giant apartment in every city in Amestris with nearly no furniture or that knick-knack shit people like to flourish their homes with. Disgusting. Spray it with blood. Do something. When Ten kills people, he doesn’t actually do it because he doesn’t like them or their stupid ways; it’s usually because no one will come looking for them. That involves intensive research and so forth. You know, the typical. But it’s annoying that people throw serial killers all into some stupid category. Do you really need to be psycho in order to kill someone—completely out of your mind? No way. Ten manages to do it…and well. Though he does get the blood thirsty urges, they always go away if satisfied or unsatisfied. He doesn’t need to kill; it’s just a pastime. Oh, and he likes eating people’s fears for breakfast.

Ten will be your living nightmare. And he doesn’t even care if you scream or not.


LOVE:
→ Basketball, Jet, Shula, Killing, Blood, Painting with paint, Reading, Crime novels, Poetry, Fitting in, Alchemy, Carraig, Learning curse words in other languages, Leaving drawers open, Sitting on the roof, Watering plants, Shopping for a new wardrobe, Buying things for well-known people

HATE:
→ Being looked down on, Being ordered to do something, Cooking, Cleaning, Alarm clocks, Roosters, Annoying people, Obnoxious people, Sunlight, Singing, Jumping jacks, Cursing too much, Children, Swords, Guns, Other murderers/serial killers,

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Everything.

IDOL:
→ No one.

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HISTORY:
→ Soon after Kira Reed was brought into existence, he was immediately abandoned, but his reaction was much different. Kira withdrew; he yearned for nothing, and desired nothing. It was a pain in the ass anyway, why would he need something else to weigh him down? He trudged through a warzone in some far-off country. None of which was on any map he had ever seen before. It was a little more than a year ago when this happened. Kira’s mind went blank at the sight of humans killing each other and he snapped for no apparent reason. ‘Father,’ knowing all along this would happen, smirked as his new pet wrecked the havoc that was needed for some maniacal plan of his. Kira ended up killing everyone that entered his line of sight until the only thing that remained were pieces of bodies strewn along the dirt in pools of blood.

When he came back to himself, he found himself covered with human. Human that wasn’t breathing, wasn’t laughing, wasn’t seeing this… He took a step back from it and stared at the ruin he knew he had caused for there was flesh caught under his finger nails. The horror that struck him was in no way apparent on his face. Void of expression, he had dropped the severed head he had still held and turned away from it only to see the same thing behind him. There was nothing to turn to but bloodshed, nowhere to walk but on the lives of others. His blank look turned to one of fear.

He had ended their lives… those lives so similar to his own …and they were all gone. Those who had fought for reasons had faced one who had fought for none and fell back into the black abyss from which they came. These thoughts pulled at the seams of his mind and soon it unraveled further into chaos. Why were such things possible? Kira was sure he could never wrap his mind around it. What was the point of life then? There was nothing to accomplish in it but the end result: death. And he had the ability to bring this out… How? Why? He had killed all those people…

When Kira had found out that he was merely being used as a tool by someone known as ‘Father,’ he hadn’t cared much. Caring was too much of a bother; he already had enough blood splashed in the insides of his mind—he didn’t need anything more to struggle with. Instead of trying to break free of ‘Father’s’ grasp—instead of clinging to him, Kira did nothing. It was just accepted that he do what ‘Father’ says without question. Why? Well, wasn’t that the reason for his existence? He was something of a Death God, a Shinigami, meant to destroy and nothing more.

It was soon after his encounter with ‘Father’ among the blood that Kira moved to Amestris where he situated himself in Central to be called on when needed. He had nothing else, no use for anything more. The day after, Kira found his body in severe agony as if he himself had been torn to pieces, but was actually still whole. He wandered out from the apartment that was given to him by ‘Father’ and along the streets at a strange hour of night when the streetlights seemed the brightest for it was so dark out. He collapsed in the middle of the deserted sidewalk among the dead leaves of autumn, coughing up blood all over them. Shocked by this strange event, Kira wondered why he wasn’t dying from the blood loss… and why he was continuously glowing red. It reminded him of the odd purple tattoo that was stained to his neck that wouldn’t come off.

He already knew he wasn’t human, but now he was certain. Many sleepless nights then resulted in his need to end his own troubled existence. It was too annoying to continue going forward. It wasn’t even worth it. He struggled with the problem that killing himself was too troublesome also since it involved effort… Eventually, by the end of autumn, Kira decided to try. But when he put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, his consciousness only flashed briefly. Two days later, he could stand up again.

It was a bright winter day when Kira pulled the gun on himself again. He stood over a body of water this time when he pulled the trigger, the barrel pointed at his heart. He figured if that was gone, then certainly he could die before he regenerated. When the shot echoed, he felt himself hit the water with an exaggerated splash, hoping to drown. That was when his consciousness faded at last to black.

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REINCARNATION

One day, Ten was born. And he was born because his mother and father loved each other very much. Children, we call this process, kissing. We'll get into further details when you are eighteen. And yes, his parents are still alive. UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE'S ON MDA. They just don't know he's a serial killer (and probably the one that killed everyone's parents). Now, his mom and dad did things for work, like... things, and Ten grew up as any other children do: by growing up. He went to school, met people he didn't like, but pretended to like. And pretty much went solo. He failed school, dropped out of high school, and got a three-day lecture from his parents (with lunch breaks). The reason why he failed was never revealed. Like seriously, how could he tell them that he failed because it wasn't worth his time—that it was so boring he wanted to cry? He did cry once when his teacher tried to talk him into paying attention...from laughter.

Moving on, he went to the military for money, but got turned away because he was too young. That was when he moved from Xing to Amestris, hearing that Amestris accepted 17-year-olds into the military. That’s right, he couldn’t wait a year at home and listen to his parents bitch about how he was ruining his life and his potential. No thank you. So he stole money from his mother’s purse that was packed full with dollar bills—made him wonder what she was doing when his father was at work… He didn’t want to know. His family had enough money to buy a small island and it wasn’t like she would go to the bakery and ask for one-hundred ones in change. She was up to something and he didn’t want to know. But he had her credit card! That was all that mattered.

He moved to West City. Central was too crowded. People were annoying. He bought a mansion on South Street. Then he went to apply at the headquarters there and found out that you had to be a state alchemist in order to get into the military below the age of eighteen. Life sucked. But Ten remembered that in his country there was something called alkahestry. The bitchy secretary told him that he would be accepted immediately if he were to bring in something interesting. That he did: his grandfather’s notes from his study that he never realized went missing because he was dead. He got in with compliments and began training vigorously at various martial arts. He got his black belt in nearly everything, but only because not everything went by belt rankings. It only took a week. He got bored again and began fiddling around with the alkahestry information in the journal he brought to the headquarters. It turned out that there was a way to animate the dead. Now this, took him a year to master.

It was a long grueling process, but it earned him an audience with the Head of South City who had been a rather well-renowned alkahestrist himself. There, he showed it off using a dead prisoner from death row…and his theory worked! Sure enough, he could move the man about the room. Afterward, he passed out from exhaustion.

When Ten awoke, he met a girl named Shula. They talked about various unboring things and Ten actually grew to enjoy her somewhat intriguing condition. They got to talking about the military, war, and fighting. He mentioned his lack of a weapon and his hatred for guns. Then Shula suggested something to him. It was a spring loaded claw that extended when he formed a fist: the Ishvallan bagh nakh. He loved it at first sight (after googling it).

He bid his farewells and went back to West City, buying a pair of bagh nakh claws on ebay. They were expensive fuckers, but it was worth it. So worth it. He practiced with them day and night until he got bored. Then he found out that South City disappeared into a crater. Well, there went the only interesting person he had met yet. Sucks. Really sucks. All well.

The first person he killed was when Creta took West City. It was a…pleasure. He freaked the shit out of the guy by animating a random dead body. It was all in great fun tearing the man’s trembling throat out. Then…the next guy’s guts were spilled by a slash to his stomach. It was interesting to see what was in there without staring at a pixelated screen. The intestines especially looked odd. He was finding out more and more how much he enjoyed his job, proud that he had picked the correct profession.

But he found it wasn’t enough.

After they lost the war, lost West HQ, regained a burned down West HQ, Jet Black (funny name) became the Head of West HQ, and West HQ was rebuilt, Ten began murdering civilians in his spare time. Paperwork just wasn’t his thing. He did it, but it was quick…too quick—quick enough to give him time—time that needed to be filled with something entertaining. And the only entertaining thing he found entertaining was killing.

Time passed like time passed—with the non-ticking of the digital clock.

Then killing began to not be enough. South City was being rebuilt. He decided to do both and began working back and forth between West and South. He was an assassin one minute and a soldier the next. In the end, Ten didn’t know what he was.

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ALKAHESTRIC ABILITY:
→ Pigment: Ten uses a tattoo of the Dragon Pulse pentagon on the back of his neck to manipulate his own body. What he does is utilize the hidden energy flowing from the earth to evolve the pigment in his eyes, hair, and/or skin. He does this in order to masquerade as a normal citizen rather than...a serial killer. By evolving the pigment with the ki, he is capable of changing the color to anything he consciously desires.

→ Animating the Dead part one: After a victim is killed, it's sort of boring, you know? It's like coming home after a day at the amusement park...unamusing. Therefore, Ten has come up with a way to pump blood into the dead person's body using the energy from the dragon pulse. In order to accomplish such an excruciating feat, he must be completely focused on the dead body and able to envision the still heart beating life into the cold veins.


→ Animating the Dead part two: Once the blood is pumping, the brain should be somewhat able to function, well, enough to unconsciously control the victims limbs. Now, the dead are clumsy and if Ten slips up even slightly in his focus, the energy will stop flowing into the heart, and stop possessing the muscles. That's what afterward, he is usually rather disoriented himself. Also, dead bodies are klutzy and pretty much stumble around and flail if Ten isn't completely precise with each twitch of every muscle. He cannot make the dead talk, but he can make them blink, point to things, write, etc. Enough to get the message across. When he cuts off his alkahestry, the poor dead guy re-dies.

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TRIVIA:
→ He is claustrophobic.
→ He counts to ten before killing someone.
→ He is Kira (old Sloth)'s reincarnation.
→ He likes cooking.
→ He loves wearing gatsby hats.
→ He is fluent in Amestrian.

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ALIAS:
→ Aki

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Reila, Aurel, Spade, Saga, Celesto, Toss, Fran, Elastor, Marismo

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Last character...maybe. Also, credit to Niko for History ideas! <3

FACE CLAIM:
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[b]KANA[/b]/[i]Various[/i]

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[b]NABARI NO OU[/b]/[i]Yoite[/i]

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[b]VAMPS[/b]/[i]Hyde[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ WANTED

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Color

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