Takumi Minamoto - Maison du Soleil levant
3e quartier, clinique Sakura, 4e étage 

Le temps s'est ralenti lorsque l'appendice flasque s'est envolé dans l'air comme un aigle majestueux. Avec l'agape de la bouche, Takumi a regardé son arc et a commencé sa descente rapide dans le visage d'un pauvre, traumatisé - et bien, plus traumatisé qu'il l'était auparavant, au moins - jeune, percutant son front avec un coup fort et humide. L'espace d'entrée exigu de l'hôtel-tourné-clinique-tourné-hôtel-de nouveau rapidement est devenu rempli par le bruit cacophonique d'enfant criant et le sang et les débris corporels volant partout. Takumi a branché ses oreilles sensibles et a simplement regardé avec un intérêt légèrement divertissant alors qu'il attendait que tout le bruit s'écroule enfin. Bien sûr, il serait aussi pris dans le feu croisé compte tenu de sa proximité, mais un peu de sang n'a jamais tué personne. En plus, s'il ne voulait pas tacher les draps, il pourrait simplement se changer en ses vieux vêtements.
Et s'il y avait quelque chose qui pourrait tuer quelqu'un, c'était Itsuki. Bien sûr, il n'était pas le gars le plus sunni avant, mais ces huit dernières années ont fait peu pour la bonne humeur d'Itsuki. Honnêtement, Takumi ne serait même pas si surpris si le gamin aux cheveux blancs se branlait, avec la démarche bestiale et la consommation sauvage du corps humain. À ce moment-là, la commotion semblait être morte, alors la demi-ghoul lâcha les bras et lâcha les oreilles. Ce qui a eu de la chance, parce que cela signifiait qu'il a pu entendre le bijou sur le sacrifice d'actualité que la vie dans le 24ème Ward a mandaté. Takumi porta un sac à lèvres et regarda sur le côté, un peu embarrassé pour ainsi dire. C'est un mauvais coup de fil, Itsu-nii. Il y a quelques souvenirs qui sont mieux gardés à soi-même, 'il pensait, regarder le papier peint comme si c'était une sorte d'art moderne. « Promets-moi que je ne le ferai pas », a hurlé Takumi, sérieusement réticent à soumettre son frère aîné à une telle humiliation. Il donna une petite vague à Itsuki alors qu'il se retira dans une pièce vacante comme une créature de la nuit.
Il s'est tenu en place pendant quelques instants et a traité le flux surprenant d'événements qui s'était produit jusqu'à présent. Puis il a boxé ces pensées et les a rangés dans les profondeurs de son esprit avant d'aider le gamin aux cheveux blancs et Hana à nettoyer. Après tout, il n'y avait pas de bien dans les mains oisives, et avoir le «travail des enfants» pour lui était juste quelque chose qu'il ne pouvait pas respecter. Le sang était un peu difficile à sortir de ce genre de sol, donc c'était un peu une lutte de montée à cet égard. Un peu de la façon d'entrer, le gamin est parti pour aller dormir. C'est alors qu'il nettoyait le tapis avec diligence que Hana lui a posé une certaine question. Il était sûr qu'elle le taquinait, mais il n'était pas tout à fait bon de lire dans ce genre de choses. C'était une bonne chose qu'il n'ait pas été directement face à elle, alors.
"...................................................................................................................Je...ai les miennes....Um...Merci pour l'offre."
Takumi s'enfila les lèvres et se mit à frotter plus vigoureusement. Ça allait être un endroit propre au moment où il a fini, bon sang. Cela dit, est-ce une surprise qu'il n'ait pas réussi à finir?

Matin suivant

Maintenant, dire que Takumi Minamoto était une personne du matin serait un euphémisme. Depuis qu'il était enfant, il s'était réveillé lumineux et tôt avec un dévouement rapide et une quantité d'énergie insalubre; aujourd'hui n'était pas différent. Bien sûr, il n'a pas fait le tour de réveiller tout le monde comme une sorte de trou du cul; il est juste sorti pour une belle petite promenade. Son retour fut annoncé par le bruit de l'ascenseur qui se leva et s'ouvrit. "Oh, vous êtes réveillé maintenant," a-t-il commenté avant de passer à un ton plus chipper, "Espérons que tout le monde ait une bonne matinée si fa~a~ar..." Le lancer du dernier mot a changé alors qu'il marchait lentement sur Rin, faisant de son mieux pour ne pas la déranger. Il a glissé de ses chaussures battues et les a placées sur le côté avant de s'approcher de la salle à manger où les autres adultes s'étaient rassemblés.
Au lieu du café sentant absolument délicieux, Takumi a opté pour une simple tasse d'eau. Pourquoi n'a-t-il bu de café qu'à des occasions spéciales était un mystère? Peut-être qu'il y avait une sorte de défaut dans l'expérience qui l'a ghoulifié, ou peut-être qu'il était juste un masochiste. Qui le savait? Qui s'en souciait? Exactement. Il a pris un siège en face d'Asoka et Itsuki. Fidèle à sa promesse, il n'avait pas du tout remarqué sur la bite de manger du fiasco même quand il est venu dans la conversation; tout ce qu'il a fait c'était boire. "... alors, euh, avec cette bombe tombée..." Takumi a commencé, "...qu'est-ce qu'on fait avec les enfants?"
Name: Minamoto, Takumi
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 180cm, 76kg
Sexuality: Hetero until proven otherwise
CCG Rating: B~
CCG Title:Tengu
Vigilante Ghoul

Mask: A bird mask paired with a matching eyepatch
Kagune: Takumi's kagune is rather simple in appearance. It takes the form of two elliptic tentacles about twice the length of his leg, maroon in color with the smooth, slightly-metallic texture characteristic of koukaku kagune. Though its end is tapered by default, he is capable of fashioning his kagune into armaments for attack and defense in close-quarters. Similarly, he is capable of condense his tendrils (either sections of the same or the tendrils themselves) for additional reinforcement and the ability to form more elaborate shapes. While very straightforward overall, it does possess a sole unique point in its detachability. Unfortunately, this detachment does not come with any wall or trap-spawning additions, and is literally just a piece of detached kagune that doesn't evaporate as quickly. This is not as useless as it sounds, and he occasionally jokes that a detached kagune is "the closest thing to a quinque he can get".
And in that respect, it can be considered a kagune of the utmost compatibility.
RC Type: Koukaku
Special Quirk: One-Eyed Ghoul
Born a human and raised as one until he volunteered for an experimental kakuhou transplantation. With an ample natural RC cell factor, he was deemed a suitable subject. However despite all precautions and the resounding success of the results, he was ultimately judged a failure and forced to flee for his life. Possesses a leftward kakugan.
Personality: The crux of Takumi's personality is based around the question of "How can I justify myself to myself?" It's equal parts his primary coping mechanism and his driving motivation, as well as the reason why there seems to be a hypocritical dichotomy between his actions and his personality. So long as he's capable of answering that question in a way he's satisfied with, he's willing to do pretty much anything he needs to. However, he does have standards of conduct that he upholds himself to, granted those standards have nothing to do with what's commonly values and everything to do with his personal interpretation of "right" at the time. That said, he only really cares what impact something has on the present. Even if something ends up having terrible consequences, that's just something he can deal with at a later point.
Now as far as outward appearances go, Takumi's a very open person. As useful as being cooly stoic and emotionally constipated is, he's very intense when it comes to expressing himself. Save for legitimate distress, he doesn't really make an effort of hiding any of his emotions, and even when his is distressed, you can usually tell by the weary, "oh not this shit again" look in his eyes. But he doesn't really get too upset a lot, and when he does he gets over it just as quickly. His way of life is built around aggressive acceptance and avoidance; as far as he's concerned, what happened in the past ought to stay there. Likewise, when he talks about his past, it's a lot like he's talking about someone else entirely. Takumi's nonchalant attitude is most easily seen when he actually gets around to talking to people. He's super informal and friendly with others, even to people who're supposed to be his enemies. Though that isn't to say Takumi treats his friends the same as he does everyone else. He worries and cares a lot about them, even if they don't seem obviously special to him. He's a proponent of the golden rule, and typically tries to help others find their own satisfaction. He's kind of a straightforward person like that.
As for battle, Takumi and fighting have a bit of an odd relationship going on. While he'd much rather play the part of a peace-loving weakling and resolve a conflict without having to break any kneecaps like the old man told him, he really does get a rise out of fighting. It's not the act specific that he cares about though, but rather the cathartic feeling of the opportunity to throw himself wholeheartedly into something. It's a lot like his relationship with taking orders. He doesn't mind being ordered around because it means that he knows exactly what he needs to do, and that the consequences are Not His Fault. That said, he dislikes being beholden to coercion and debts.
Backstory: Invariably, whenever Takumi talks about his past the first and foremost matter of contention is the fact that he was raised by the Commission of Counter Ghoul.
Ever since he was but a babe, he was living under the cold and utilitarian wing of the doves. What his life was like before that - or even if he had a life before that - is completely irrelevant. As for his parents, he knows for a fact that they're CCG affiliates of some variety. Maybe investigators, maybe scientists. Maybe dead, maybe alive. At any rate, it's not as if he has much of a connection to them, and he isn't willing to try and make a point of keeping up to date on their situation. Likewise, he can't say that he resents them for abandoning him to his fate, for a such a thing is simply the natural course of action. After all, education and safety are key to the proper development of a child. But while plenty children raised in the CCG Junior Academies opt to pursue jobs unrelated to ghouls and generally live a lifestyle of mundanity, becoming a normal person was never on the table for him.
After all, the Sunlit Garden has no place for normal people.
Publicly, the Garden is known for producing talented investigators. And although the precise details of the human side of his childhood are murky at best, if there's one thing Takumi can remember it's all the bloody training. Even as the passing days became months and years, blending into the same incomprehensible mass, the one constant throughout his growth the Garden was the endless deluge of training. Training and conditioning of the body and mind was the focus of the program. No general education, though; that was unnecessary for the intended role of a trainee.
While this was not the kind of lifestyle that offered him much in the way of freedom, Takumi's clearest memory is of a choice. From somewhere out in some CCG think tank, the idea of implanting kakuhou into humans in order to create superior investigators arose and eventually, that idea made it to the Garden. To choose the life of a half-ghoul for the sake of the people was the last true choice he'd ever made by himself. Even if he were to lose all rationality or purpose, that is the one memory he could never allow himself to forget.
At first it was fine. Everything seemed to be going to according plan. Unsurprisingly, that was simply a short respite before everything went wrong real fast. RC suppressants weren't sufficiently effective, the limiters they'd designed weren't limiting anything, and he was getting hungrier and less restrained as the days passed. As far as anyone could see, the worth of keeping someone like Takumi around was becoming lower and lower despite his improvements to his body surpassing the projected data. So they quietly axed the Quinx Project and scheduled Takumi for disposal. Understandably, he was unwilling to accept such an ignonimious death when he overheard people talking about it. So he ran fast and fought hard, and fell somewhere around the edge of the Fifth Ward, completely exhausted, heavily wounded, and still being pursued by a particularly puissant flock of doves. When the streetlights were eclipsed by the shadow of a man, he was ready to accept the limits of his newfound power. But instead of the cold touch of quinque steel, there was only five words: "Do you want to live?"
Cut to the Maison de Hayasori. Despite having been there for quite a while at that point, Takumi still hadn't really adjusted well. And although his time with humanity was ultimately shorter than expected, the mentality of the Garden still had buried its seeds in his mind. It was not surprising that having to live with five true blue ghouls was not exactly very compatible with his anthropocentricism, which manifested itself as avoidance and rejection rather than lashing out. He would grow out of his loner habits fortunately, and would truly integrate himself into the family unit upon managing to center himself and accept everything as it was.
For Takumi, most of the old man's mentorship was learning to live on the other side. As a more-or-less well-adjusted "human" being, a tutorial on how to live like a human would be rather redundant. So he learned the rules of the ghoulish social contract, the correct application of kagune, and other such related topics. To say he adjusted rather quickly would be an understatement considering his anthropocentric upbringing. However, his personality of passive acceptance was well-equipped to handle such a vast change, even if he was a bit more volatile and callous than he is now, and more inclined to hide away in a study reading books. It took a while, but the old man's etiquette training began bearing fruit, and he started spending more and more time with the others. Since his age was dead in the middle of the group, he mostly just did what older kids told him to and what the littler kids asked. He wasn't displeased with this arrangement; all this following of orders kind of reminded him of his home-before-home, and all the busy work was a welcome distraction.
But, like all good things, his time there came to an end. Old Man Hayasori kicked the bucket and there was nothing Takumi really could have done to save him. It was just a fact that he had to accept. While he stuck with the group for as long as he could, they inevitably began to grow apart. This too was something he simply accepted. Now that he was alone in the world, he had no idea what to do. He wasn't used to having power to decide for himself or the responsibility that came along with it, and he still at that age where he didn't quite understand the unfairness of the world. Simply put, he was hardly ready for independence.
So Takumi began wandering around Japan in order to get away from Tokyo and find himself. He wanted to try living like a human as best he could in order to respect the old man's wishes. He was actually quite successful for a time, taking up oddjobs here and there, and even making a few buddies. Early on, he lived off of scavenging as some kind of desperate cling to the human ideal, but soon took to live prey. He isn't 100% sure why he kept up a criminal-only diet, but he just dismissed it as a remnant of his CCG "protect and serve" programming. Besides, it's not like he was ever good at anything else. Of course he was never the most subtle of guys, so the CCG got wise to his habits rather quickly. Fortunately they never connected him to the escapee from way back when, or he might have really been in trouble. Instead, all he got was a B~ for his indeterminate strength in relation to his nonhostility towards investigators and innocents, combined his infrequent hunting schedule and choice of prey. Takumi is okay with this, even if he isn't as highly regarded as his peers.
He returned to Tokyo a few days ago.
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