Tasuku, Takumi

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Alkahestrist/Alchemist/Amestrian Militant {Warrant Officer}

I just can't die.
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FULL NAME:
→ Takumi Tasuku (official name)
→ Kira Reed (his name when he was a homunculus)
→ Ten (alias when he kills people or is in a murderous state of mind)

AGE:
→ 20

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ X'ian, Xing

RACE:
→ Esparian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ September 1, 1991

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HEIGHT:
→ 5'3"

WEIGHT:
→ 135 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Takumi is rather short for a guy, but he honestly doesn’t care. His height and body structure is pretty much the only way to tell who he is because Takumi’s alkahestry makes it possible for him to change the pigment anywhere within his own body. So he can basically choose what he wants to look like. He can change his hair color, eye color, skin tone, and he can even create tattoos on himself without the need of a needle or ink for that matter. He keeps a black pentagon tattoo singed into his skin around his belly button in order to perform his alkahestry and connect directly to the Dragon's Pulse flowing through the Earth. That, he can remove if he so desires, but there is a blood seal stained on the back of his neck in red tattoo ink mixed with the blood from his previous body that he cannot remove even if he tried. And believe me, he tried out of curiosity. If Takumi did somehow remove it, his soul would separate from his body. Besides that, he can create anything on himself, held back only by his imagination. Pigment is color and Takumi’s palate is limitless.

Now, Takumi 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 and it prevents people from moving efficiently during a battle which can endanger the chances of coming out of it alive. His natural hair type is wavy with attitude and is stubborn enough to refuse to be otherwise. As for his natural hair color, he doesn’t remember, but he likes to keep it natural. Either like a white blond shade or the darkest black, but most of the time he just sticks with brown. The best part about being able to dye one’s hair without hair dye is the fact that he’ll never get roots! Oh, and it doesn’t kill his hair. He can ‘bleach’ it as many times as he wants without it feeling like straw.

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. Sweat is a bother. It’s better to hole up inside since houses were made for a reason. He doesn't need to worry about both his arms because they are no longer there. Instead, are two limbs of automail made out of a strange metal called Labrose alloy that is resistant to temperature as well as the energy of others. It was a metal created and manufactured in Rouen during the war between the Rouenians and the Amestrians who sided with the Esparians. The metal was meant to thwart the usage of alchemy and cut it off the moment before it was triggered. Why he was given automail of such a rare quality was beyond him. He wears gloves and long sleeves unless it's hot to cover them up because he enjoys coming across as a normal person. Or so he wants them all to think. Going with black or blue jeans, a chain wallet, tee-shirt, etc. is one of the wiser choices for concealing himself, seeing as fitting in is part of the game.

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 Audi with the window rolled up tells him he would be famous if he got his ass on stage. Not happening. Draws too much attention.

Takumi’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 change the basic color of their irises. However, one thing Takumi can never overwrite are the various flecks of silver piled around his pupil like steel trying to keep the secret in. For some reason, they will never go away regardless of how much time and energy he puts into getting rid of the rings of silver. Takumi is convinced that they may represent his soul bound to his body. As for the normal color of his eyes, however, he commonly sticks with a vicious red or mellow blue, but most of the time he just keeps them dark 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 his hidden location. It’s never who he thinks it is. Just the raven nevermore.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Takumi is one of those awesome guys you watch walk by down the sidewalk that wish you would have stopped. Of course, he’s already gone. You don’t even know his name… It’s okay though; Takumi 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 victims around his pinky for entertainment. 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. 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—his real name that isn’t even his real-real name. You see, Ten was once a pure homunculus named Kira whose father was Father. The sin inside him had been Sloth and was extracted in a facility to be placed within some other unfortunate soul. Kira, however bodiless he was, was saved despite the fact that he had previously wanted to die. And Project AA was stuck with a suicidal soul that contained knowledge of the interworkings of alchemy, alkahestry, and the gap between humans and homunculi. So they bound him to a new body, not knowing that the shock alone would strip him of all memories alluding to his previous life. They named him Takumi Tasuku, hoping the name would spur some sort of attachment in the future. When Kira was set free to the outside world, for lack of a better way to forget that he was born in a research facility, he dropped the name in otherwise unofficial situations and took on Ten. To him, that shit is classified save for when associated with his job or if he really trusts someone. So Takumi counts to ten before a kill in order to give his alias meaning. Fear is an important part of death, you know? It’s also 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. Takumi 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.

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, but he’ll never take one to bed or even bother sweet-talking his lips to theirs. Whispering nothings in the ears of other human beings makes him sick for some reason. He doesn’t know why, but sometimes he wonders if it has anything to do with his past life. Takumi is 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 in life if he doesn’t travel...

He allowed two jobs due to his sought-after skills as a hacker, code-writer, and various other technical-related programming. He is quick with his fingers on the keyboard, but does not bask in the praise he receives. To him, it is a breeze--boring work as opposed to chasing victims down dark alleyways. That is the difference between Ten and Takumi inside of him. Despite, not separating the two within his mind, the names appear as two different entities: the one that kills, and the one that doesn't. He covers his dark look with a computer screen, using the artificial light to bring a glow into the depths of his melancholy. He outwardly appears as a rather cheerful, easy-to-get-along-with guy that may be a bit hard to approach at first, but that is only because he hides his darker side, Ten, well. There are times, though rare, when Takumi really does enjoy himself, working together with others, going to the bar with coworkers, but most of the time, life is just about survival.

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. 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, hacking, 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, Fitting in, Alchemy, Alkahestry, 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, Cooking

HATE:
→ Being looked down on, Being ordered to do something, Cleaning, Alarm clocks, Roosters, Annoying people, Obnoxious people, Sunlight, Singing, Jumping jacks, Cursing too much, Children, Swords, Guns, Other murderers/serial killers, Small places, Needles, Being tested on, Being watched, Being stalked, Detectives, The fuzz (police), Getting shots, Doctors, Hospitals, Facilities, Science, Experiments, Poetry, Stairs,

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 than the other homunculi. 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 that he was 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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However, Kira’s death was short-lived. He was found semi-conscious by another one of his kin. Her name was Zeeva and she was the sin Greed. Kira was indifferent at first, but soon he found he could actually talk to her. She loved alcohol and ingested it daily. He never really understood that, but sober or not, she treated him differently from everyone else. He wondered why she thought he was so special at first, but he grew to accept it gradually and began finding that he felt the same way about her. Discovering this new emotion called care was something that troubled him a little too much for his liking, but Kira never pushed it away. Somehow he knew that pushing it away would hurt a lot more than pursuing it.

They fell in love and lived together. He met others like themselves, but none of them appealed to him. He kissed Zeeva and never left her side. She was Greed, but she didn’t need to take because he would give. He was slow and never liked talking much, but she loved that about him. Apparently his silence was attractive, which surprised him quite a bit. But he never really got to share his thoughts or the deep conflicts within himself.

Then on a cool winter day in Drachma in their apartment above a popular club, he found her dead. Kira didn’t know what to think at first so he didn’t think. He found himself aimlessly wandering the streets, having no idea what to do. He left her body there, cold, bloody… He knew who killed her. Father killed her because she was different; she hadn’t done what he asked of her. Kira had done it instead, hoping that maybe that would save her. It didn’t.

Before Kira knew what he was doing, he shot himself. Again and again he died, each time regaining consciousness just to pull the trigger again. The sound echoed against the mountains, showering the pine trees in show that slid off. And the seventeenth shot fired, Kira did not wake up. His limp body fell into the expanse of white a few miles away from their home.

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REINCARNATION

They called it Project AA. That was what a man named Mr. Simmons told him. He explained that he was only alive to serve a purpose related to science and understanding the world of alchemy and alkahestry. At first, he found himself confused as he shivered on the long metal bed, draped in white clothing too big for him. The man’s snaky fingers curled around the cool skin of his shoulder and then drifted to touch something on the back of the subject’s neck. He gasped.

“Oh? Finally you're awake, well, not in your body that is. Takumi Tasuku... that's your name.”

That was when he realized that his arms and legs were all made out of metal. He felt something pounding against his chest and grabbed at the sides of the freezing surface, wishing he could understand, searching his mind for answers that came up blank. He dug through cobwebs with fingers that were no longer fingers and was shocked into silence when all that came was emptiness.

“A shame you won't remember anything, but I suppose it has to do with soul binding. Dreadful thing that is, but thankfully you aren't the sin Sloth anymore. That was your previous identity when you weren't human, but now you are.”

Silence. He heard the slamming of his heart, still digging through nothing to find…nothing. He was nothing…nothing but human. But his soul wasn’t human… this soul…what was it? What was he? The man was studying him closely, maybe looking for any sign of recognition that wasn’t there. He had lost his memories. He was nothing…not even a shell because this wasn’t even his own body.

“The thing why you're dead is because you committed suicide... twenty times, with a gun. It didn't exactly please Father, but that shouldn't be a problem, don't worry. You aren't Sloth anymore, another took your mantle. And you are an interesting case certainly, as a person, to see how well you do as a human with the lacking of your previous homunculus abilities.”

Takumi was staring at his hands in shock, feeling as if he would throw his heart up and bleed to death out of his mouth. He couldn’t move even his eyes in his sockets, feeling the muscles in the body clench and ache. Finally, he raised his eyes and looked at the man called Mr. Simmons. His name tag said Mr. Simmons. Takumi found he could read. He still knew what things were, but anything pertaining to himself…wasn’t there.

“That blood seal I touched earlier? It was where your oroboros tattoo used to be at, a tattoo given to you by Father. Your arms also happen to be made of Labrose alloy meant to resist alchemy. You do know what alchemy is, right?”

He felt himself nod, the action jarring his neck and making his spine shudder. So much information… He figured that they were trying to cram it all into him so he wouldn’t go insane knowing nothing…being nothing… He already felt so empty that even what he was being told wasn’t enough. His past life… So he had been a monster that wanted to die. Why? “W-why did I kill myself?” His voice sounded foreign, sounded deep and husky and not him. But it was him…it was him now.

“We don't really know, but don't worry, look at the bright side now, at least you have a chance of living a normal life. It was speculated you were with Greed, but she is missing now. We tried to recover her body, but some other organization got to her first,” he shrugged.

Takumi didn’t know what that meant exactly. But he nearly fell off the bed table when a tall man with black hair and red eyes moved towards him. Those eyes seemed to see through his skin and directly into his implanted soul. Mr. Simmons left, saying he would be back to explain more things. Takumi wanted to meet the other patient that had Sloth put into them, but he was told she was already gone. Mildly confused, he was thrown from his place and into a wall.

Pain followed and never seemed to stop. The following weeks were smeared with blood and blurred beyond description. Torture was the only word for it. His nerves were shredded, his skin sliced and unhealing. In every way possible, the black clad man rediscovered and rediscovered that Takumi was human and only human. Nothing remained of his previous life and his screams for mercy fell on deaf ears.

He woke up in the same room again and stared at the same ceiling until Mr. Simmons blocked his line of sight. “Hi,” Takumi croaked sarcastically and received no greeting in response. He wondered why he was here all over again and why they hadn’t just let him disappear. Why was his soul so important anyway? They were just wasting their time. He didn’t remember anything.

The memory tests came next. They were conducted by a man named Dr. Frankafurd who was obsessed with the human mind. And now that Takumi’s mind was in fact human, they had to check out…everything. How he thought, what his IQ was, if he was mentally insane, if he was still suicidal, if… And the guy was wondering why he was so bored he wanted to cry? He did cry once when Dr. Frankafurd tried to talk him into paying attention...from laughter.

In the end, the doctor concluded that his technical intelligence was inhuman and he thought that traces of his past sinful self has carried over since it was integrated to his soul. They apparently chose this body because its last user (that sounded so weird) had also been suicidal. When transferring souls, there had to be something in common between the past of the carrier and the past of the soul. In this case, it had been suicide and the need to end one’s existence. Well, I failed at that, Takumi thought begrudgingly. That really sucked. Failing at dying was one thing… but dying twenty times just to die and failing at that… God, these people were cruel. Couldn’t he just die in peace? But Takumi’s rediscovering of life made him shiver at the thought that he could become useless and be killed by the very people who refused to let him die… He suddenly didn’t want to die.

After a few more months, he was set up with a nearly endless supply of money and thrown haphazardly into the real world. They told him nothing of what to do—of what to seek out. He was devoid of a goal—a reason for living and found that he wandered aimlessly down the streets of a country called Xing. He spent a year there just…living…in peace, in prosperity, not learning the language because he found people there who spoke Amestrian. He contemplated learning it, but he was too lazy to dedicate himself to something like that. Takumi tended to call himself Ten sometimes because he felt odd belonging to someone he no longer was. He decided to be himself and only that, start anew and actually try his hand at living like a normal human being.

When he ran out of money, he went to the military, but got turned away because his body was too young. That was when he gathered every cent he had and moved from Xing to Amestris. He had heard that Amestris accepted 17-year-olds into the military, thus he landed himself in 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. He thought he looked eighteen, but apparently the fake birth certificate he was given stated otherwise. Life sucked. But Takumi remembered that in Xing 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 random notes from his year there spent in boredom. 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. As he had learned from one of the people he met in Xing, there was a way to animate the dead. Now this, took him another 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, at the stated age of eighteen, he showed it off using a dead prisoner from death row. His theory slowly worked with the pumping of the blood and the relife of the muscles. Sure enough, he could move the man about the room like a live person—almost like he was doing to his own body with his soul. Afterward, he passed out from exhaustion.

When Takumi awoke, he met a girl named Shula. They talked about various unboring things and Takumi actually grew to enjoy her somewhat intriguing condition and company. 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, 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. He would have sworn that his entire life revolved around bad luck. That was until he rediscovered what it was like to kill…

The first person he killed was when Creta took West City. It was…pleasurable—as if he were doing the guy a favor. He freaked the shit out of the man 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 and was no longer wasting away from boredom.

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, Takumi began murdering civilians in his spare time. Paperwork just wasn’t fulfilling enough. 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 random people began to not be enough. South City was being rebuilt. He decided to pursue a position there using his newly acquired pigment-changing skills and began working back and forth between West HQ and South HQ. He was an murderer (crude name) one minute and a soldier the next. In the end, Takumi didn’t know what he was, but he was waiting to find out. Somehow he felt that it was only a matter of time before Project AA came to collect whatever crazy experiment they were testing out on him now. Was it…the ability to live a normal life?

Failed.

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ALKAHESTRIC/ALCHEMIC ABILITY:
→ Pigment: Takumi uses a tattoo of the Dragon's Pulse pentagon around his belly button 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...and to change himself for disguise. By evolving the pigment with the energy, he is capable of changing the color to anything he consciously desires pertaining to himself and only himself. But upon intensive discovery, Takumi found he could also change other's pigment within about a quarter of a mile from himself, but they have to be touching the ground. Everyone in the distance, regardless of their sum, can have their appearance changed just like himself. He could draw tattoos on them or anything of the sort without them really realizing what was happening. Needless to say, Takumi had a lot of fun playing with this, save for the jump-roping girl; he couldn't touch her.

→ 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 to an empty home painted in all white. Therefore, Takumi came 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. The heart starts up, the blood rushes through, but this only works for people freshly dead and still containing enough blood to pump. In essence, the body lives while the soul has already gone.

→ Animating the Dead part two: Once the blood is pumping, the muscles should be somewhat able to function enough to unconsciously control the victim's limbs. Now, the dead are clumsy and if Takumi slips up even slightly in his focus, the energy will stop flowing into the heart, and stop possessing the muscles. That's why afterward, he is usually rather disoriented himself. Also, dead bodies are klutzy and pretty much stumble around and flail if Takumi 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 sloppily, etc. Enough to get the message across. When he cuts off his alkahestry, the poor dead person re-dies.

→ Explosion: Seeing as Takumi can change other people's pigment from a distance, using the Dragon's Pulse, he has found that he can tattoo images onto them as well. This includes transmutation circles. Because of this find, he began studying alchemy as well, wondering if he would even be able to perform it. He had been told that homunculi cannot and he was once one so...maybe he couldn't either? He tried anyway and discovered with glee that he really was completely human. Therefore, he copied the circles from a man of history named Solf J. Kimblee. These two circles were completely opposite in content, therefore when they were activated together (whether clapped into one another or not), they clashed into an explosion. In simple terms, Takumi can form both the transmutation circles onto people around him, activate them, and watch as their system rejected the energy and exploded. He can also do such with inanimate objects, but forming the circles on himself where he is touching said object. As long as he isn't picturing himself exploding instead of the object, he is safe.

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TRIVIA:
→ He is claustrophobic.
→ He is Kira (old Sloth), but without memories or the sin.
→ He likes cooking.
→ He loves wearing gatsby hats.
→ He needs glasses to see perfectly and often wears them.
→ He counts to ten before killing someone.
→ He is not vengeful or malicious and will not kill random people on a whim.
→ He occasionally smokes.
→ He tends to change his personality in order to fit the person.
→ He is a supreme hacker and usually writes everything in code.
→ He uses the name Ten when meeting someone new or when killing someone, but his 'real' name (the name on his record) is Takumi Tasuku.
→ He is extremely lazy.
→ He has a table full of cell phones, multiple PCs and laptops, sunglasses, hats, and outfits in order to mask his identity.
→ 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. And yes, I named him Ten because he's my tenth character. =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]

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[b]DURARARA![/b]/[i]Izaya Orihara[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ WANTED

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Color

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A P P R O V E D

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