Post by Rina on Apr 5, 2012 23:14:32 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Beniiro, Tamaki
Nickname: Tama
Age: 24
Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Height: 6'0.5”
Clothing preference: Tamaki is often found wearing dark trousers that are tapered through the legs paired with black shoes. He wears white, short-sleeved button-down shirts as he views them more professional; but can occasionally be found in plain t-shirts (oftentimes worn as sleepwear). He very rarely wears long-sleeved shirts unless they’re rolled up at the elbows as he finds the added warmth unnecessary, but on special occasions he will venture to wear long-sleeved button-downs paired with a vest instead of a suit jacket for comfort.
Special markings: Helix piercing on his left ear taken out only for missions and training.
Weapon: A katana with a diamond patterned hilt of cerulean and black long enough to accommodate two hands. The blade itself is reminiscent of the average katana blade, curved upward for better surface area and slashing.
Ability: ‘Freeze’. Tamaki is able reduce the kinetic energy in atoms; in more simple terms, he is able to freeze liquid and on occasion blood and is able to manipulate already frozen liquids such as snow and ice from winter storms. However, due to his swordsmanship abilities, he finds it unnecessary to rely on his (Freeze) ability alone in a battle and thusly has not completely mastered it to its full potential.
Specialty in combat: Swordsmanship.
Tamaki is a very analytical fighter and simply skirts around his opponent until he believes he has observed enough to be able to predict the fighting style of the opponent. Once he has an insight to the ways of the enemy, Tamaki uses any weak spots noticed to his advantage and strikes swiftly to kill. He normally doesn’t like to prolong battles simply because he finds it too troublesome to waste energy on something that can be finished quickly.
Role in organization: Assassin/medical specialist.
Relations
Mother: Beniiro (Onwa) Suzuki: Deceased
Father: Beniiro Demetre: Retired member of Sasayaita Namida, dock worker
Siblings/Other: Tara (Sister): Assassin
History
Short background:
For eight years, Tamaki grew up a normal life with his mother, father, and younger sister in a small town near a docking harbor where his father worked. Suzuki was a stay at home mother who tended to her children’s every needs, from wiping runny noses, to kissing injuries, to singing them to sleep, to scaring the monsters out of the closets and from under the beds. Due to Demetre’s demanding work hours, he’d only returned home to visit his family around dinner time, leaving little time for him to bond with his two children. However, whenever he had time off of work, he was sure to spend time with them, either throwing balls with Tamaki in the backyard or coloring picture books with Tara. Even still, Tamaki and his younger sister remained particularly close to their mother, if not inseparable, preferring her over their father’s company.
Suzuki had been sick for a few months when Tamaki finally turned nine. She was eating and drinking less, her skin had become pallid, her cheeks and collarbones became hallowed, and whatever illness had overridden her had long silenced the song within her. She struggled to smile, to assure her children and husband that everything was alright, but her eyes lost the brilliancy they held within them since birth. She stopped cooking three meals a day due to exhaustion, she stopped singing as she did chores around the house, and she stopped scaring the monsters out of her children’s bedroom. The biggest monster was inside of her already.
One day, as Tamaki had been pitching in with the household chores to help alleviate the strain on his mother, Tara bounded in, blinded by tears and hysterical. She led him to their mother’s room where Suzuki had been bedridden for the past week, only to show him the dreadful scene of their mother laying lifeless on the bed, her lips stained red and leaving a trail of sticky crimson in their wake only for it to pool around her mouth on the side of her pillow.
Young and apprehensive, Tamaki simply collapsed in the hallway with his younger sister and cried; for their mother and for them. Demetre came home a short while after to find his children curled up in the hallway and his wife dead on their mattress. He shook Tamaki awake by roughly grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet. “What have you done?” he bellowed, answered only be the shaking sobs of his son. “You left her to die!” he accused, throwing his son against the wall and rushing to the phone to call an ambulance. Once Demetre rang the ambulance company and hung up the phone, he returned to his bed and cradled his wife until the paramedics arrived and took her away.
After the incident, Demetre drifted farther away from his children, either out of guilt for taking out his wife’s death on them, or for the pure fact they both shared a resemblance to Suzuki with their flaxen hair and bright cerulean eyes. Tamaki had looked the most like Suzuki, with an air of poise and subdued wonder for the world accompanied by a smile that made it seem as if whoever received the smile was the most important person in the universe to them. However, after Suzuki’s death, his eyes grew darker and more distant, he grew more detached to the world, an almost unapproachable air that no matter how close you were to him, you would never be able to completely touch him, and his smile disappeared from his lips, replaced with a thin line that barely opened only to allow an abrupt retort of a low and husky tone too mature for any adolescent boy.
Tamaki went onto high school as an aloof teenager, cold and calloused, which ironically earned him a reputation among his peers as a stoic prince of sorts. To be associated with him was the upmost acclaim, earning him acquaintances who flocked to him to simply be in his presence and to be regarded by others as his ‘friends’. Reluctantly, he let them follow him around, offering scarce replies here and there when it was absolutely necessary. His ‘friends’ accepted his silence and merely basked in his presence, acknowledging the fact that no one would be able to truly get to him.
The females, however, were persistent in trying to get him to open up to them, perhaps to even develop affection for them. He remained aloof, which interested the girls more than deterred them and he found himself to be quite the ladies’ man—if he could consider himself as such. In reality, he simply had urges and desires as any other teenage boy did and he used his ‘popularity’ to his advantage. He never had anything more than a one night stand and although every female understood they were just a toy to him, he suspected in their innermost wishing, they hoped he’d become fond of them and pursue an actual romantic relationship. However, he was uninterested in such relationships—actually, he was uninterested in relationships of any kind—and would never sleep with any particular girl more than once just to drive his point home. He was uninvolved and preferred it that way.
When Tamaki graduated from high school, he went on to medical school, where he was determined to become a doctor in order to (hopefully) prevent what had happened to his mother. However, a strange woman arrived at the Beniiro household in the summer after his four years of education. She seemed to be an acquaintance of his father’s and they talked in the kitchen for a short while in hushed tones. When they finally emerged, the woman informed Tamaki he would not be able to continue his medical education. Instead, he was to join an organization known as Sasayaita Namida. Due to hidden capabilities, she told him, he was a well-anticipated asset to the organization; destined for greatness. When he tried to protest, his father subdued him and he fell unconscious.
When he awoke, he was in a strange room poorly lit by candles that appeared as if they were going to burn out any second. As he stood up and ventured to walk, his foot kicked something that sounded like metal. He gingerly reached down and felt his hand on the hilt of a blade. It was cold, yet an almost welcoming sensation that beckoned him to hold tighter instead of drawing away. As he lifted it, he heard a voice behind him say, “An extension of your arm, Tamaki.”
Personality:
Tamaki is an aloof individual whose callous attitude toward the affairs of others deems him apathetic and unresponsive. His disinterest toward the world offers him a detached front, an unapproachable factor to his being that silently advises strangers against coming into contact with him and advises acquaintances against lingering around him for too long. He prefers solidarity over the presence of others and is sure to make it known if someone has overstayed their welcome in his presence. He isn’t very vocal and chooses to save his words for the individuals he deems worthy of his words, only vocalizing his thoughts and opinions to acquaintances or strangers if his input is required or requested. Even then, he prefers gestures over words and oftentimes a discreet glance or touch is enough to speak volumes for his thoughts.
Tamaki’s analytical tendencies allows him to pick up on small gestures and decipher them, silently learning more about the workings of other individuals until he has a decent grasp on the observed person’s personality and habits. Often times he analyzes individuals to identify weak points and uses what he’s gathered to his advantage, ensuring that he always has the upper hand if in a pinch. He uses his observations more commonly in battle, however, hanging back to determine what kind of fighter an opponent is and if they leave any weak points in their form or tactics.
Despite Tamaki being rather aloof, he is not immune to the ailment of a hot temper. He’s quick to flare up, yet his irritation often goes undetected by others until it is too late and he is driven to violent outbursts to alleviate his agitation. Neither his tone nor composure give insight to his mood as he keeps his voice at a constant quiet, husky murmur and simply stares on with his usual listless countenance, looking serene—if not a little disinterested or tired. His unpredictable temper is what makes him frightening and dangerous.
Although Tamaki is standoffish and intimidating, he still harnesses a vague politeness when warranted. He doesn’t succumb to superiors, but instead will remain refined toward them (often times deceiving them into thinking he respects their authority, if not submits to it). Even still, his politeness is not guaranteed to every individual. A poor first impression or crossing him is enough to cast away his respect and curtsey. Then, of course, any civility of his is hard to be regained.
Tamaki views himself superior to the majority of others, especially in terms of combat. He acknowledges that he’s a rather skilled assassin and occasionally his ego drives him to be careless, underestimating the ability of his opponents before he becomes aware of the situation and hand and acts accordingly. His ego also makes him stubborn and he refuses to admit faults in himself or his failures, often beckoning him to beat himself up about a mistake he’s made in the past until he receives the chance to redeem himself. Along with being overly critical of others, he is also critical of himself.
Likes:
- Training to better himself as an assassin
- Solidarity
- Being acknowledged as superior
- Completing a mission under the allotted time
- Sleeping for long periods of time without interruption
- The occasional shot of sake
- Being a protector
Dislikes:
- Being thought of as inferior
- Losing the upper hand of a battle
- Failure
- Losing to someone
- Being bossed around by a superior authority
- Superior authorities
- Hot tea
Strengths:
- Swordsmanship
- Medical awareness
- Physical strength
- Endurance
- Analytical
- Agile
Weaknesses:
- Teamwork
- Scarce use of ability
- Long-distance combat
- Over-confidence in ability as a swordsmen
- Jealousy
And Everything Else
Additional info: He carries around his mother's wedding ring on a chain around his neck. He once lost it on a mission and searched the entire woods for three hours until he found it and it was returned to its rightful place.
RP Sample:
His opponent had to be at least five inches taller than himself and about twenty pounds heavier thanks to the mounds of muscles on his arms that were beginning to be intruded by veins that were going to burst open any second. An impressive size for a beast, Tamaki decided silently. The man smirked upon seeing Tamaki’s stature, streamlined and sporting smooth muscles concealed under pale skin that seemed to shy away from the sun’s rays, yet appeared to have never experienced a sun burn before. The expression on the man’s face gave insight that he thought Tamaki to an easy opponent.
Tamaki’s eyes narrowed and his fingers curled, anticipating the hilt of his katana. He remained unarmed though, patiently waiting as the man unsheathed an oversized hammer. Tamaki thought it unnecessary and yawned. The man, agitated by Tamaki’s disinterest, sprung forward, a bull charging after a matador yielding a red curtain. He advanced, swinging the hammer like a madman yet Tamaki was quicker and more seasoned and he ducked out of the man’s range before the momentum sent the hammer crashing onto the earth.
The man growled something out of irritation and lifted his hammer, springing forward once more in a vain attempt to lay a blow onto Tamaki. But Tamaki had experienced many opponents who wasted their energy in the beginning of a fight and he knew how to skirt around them to tire them out quicker. He leaped out of the way again, a fight between cat and mouse ensuing and the man was beginning to realize it was he who was the mouse, not Tamaki.
Tamaki dodged a third and fourth time and the man, who had already exhausted the brute of his strength on the first two blows, was overcome with fatigue and frustration. He gritted his teeth, then in a last attempt of redemption, charged forward, hammer held high above his head. Tamaki stood stationary and unflinching as the man advanced, which under false presumptions made him assume Tamaki had given up the fight. However, at the last possible minute, Tamaki unsheathed his katana and sliced, jumping away in time for the man to fall sputtering onto the floor of the forest, his hammer falling atop him and crushing his neck as a precaution in case Tamaki’s blow hadn’t killed him upon impact.
Tamaki walked over to the body, ripped off a piece of the man’s shirt, and cleaned the blade of his katana with it before returning it to his sheath. He dropped the fabric onto the body as a sort of burial sheet and muttered a low, “You were bound to have a heart attack any second; I did you a favor,” before continuing his journey back to base.