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Tenma
OCCUPATION
Covert-operator/Assassin
EVENT TOKENS
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Post by tenma on Feb 7, 2024 23:36:55 GMT
The snake wasn’t without its fangs, that was clear.
Kioko was someone Tenma had to be wary around. Not for her quick tongue, but the venomous bite her mercury dispatched onto her enemies; he was sure, even with his own ability, he would likely die trying to fight her. Fortunately, she was not Kabuki’s target, though the meddlesome fiends that got in her way had something else to say.
What would Master do?
Tenma, silently watching from a shadow on the wall, tilted his head in thought. The assassins wanted to kill Kioko. Eliminating Kioko meant the mission was jeopardised. A jeopardised mission meant failure for the Kabuki. Failure in the Kabuki would lead to his own termination. So that’s it.
Still engulfed in shadow, Tenma slips past them and races after Kioko. He’ll see that to its end, with whatever method need be used. |
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Post by tenma on Jan 15, 2024 9:15:46 GMT
Kushiki Kioko. Twenty. Supposed heiress to the rank of CEO of Sovereign Technologies before falling from the podium and now hunts heads on her hitlist with reverence only belonging to a reaper. Deemed dangerous, but only to her enemies. Not a public threat. Activity must be monitored closely to recognise any deviations.
Tenma is impartial to recon. He usually leaves it to his fellow Kabuki, but Master has deemed him fit to tail the Silver Serpent, and as always, he has no room for argument.
The laboratory's windows shattering and thundering in his ears was a surprise for someone usually as quiet as Kioko— at least, to Tenma's knowledge. Had it not been for the underground network of information he relies on, he would likely have no idea of Kioko's existence, and he imagines she would like to keep it that way. But he is not here to pardon her sins nor interrupt.
He merely waits in the shadows, to wait and see what would need to be done. |
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Post by tenma on Jan 15, 2024 8:54:20 GMT
Takehiro is, at his worst, very drunk. He sways like a pendulum from right to left, hitting the walls of the stairway he was making his way down almost tripping. He opens an apartment door and is met by screaming. Takehiro shrinks backwards with a grunt, and the door slams shut. Tenma can only assume that he opened the wrong apartment as he enters the one directly left of it, fumbling with his keys before stepping inside. Tenma slips in after him, perching on the ceiling as he stares down at Takehiro.
"What a fuckin' drag," Takehiro says as he lights a cigarette, smoke curling up into Tenma's lungs as Takehiro makes his way throughout his living room, pausing abruptly before groaning. "ah, shit. Forgot about them..."
Tenma tilts his head. He didn't see any spare rooms where hostages could be, but Takehiro shows him one as the man drags one of his closet drawers aside and opens a door behind it. A dingy light flicks on, and he can see two people shy away from it. Briefly, he's reminded of the moment when Master found him, but he doesn't focus on it.
Reaching for his sai, Tenma leapt from the ceiling, moving in for the kill. |
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Post by tenma on Jan 9, 2024 5:58:08 GMT
Takehiro Tomagachi, aged 27. Large caucasian build, brown spiky hair. Questioned on possible human trafficking allegations, but no evidence was found. Recent activity suggests possibility of human trafficking again. Pursue the target and confirm this activity. Eliminate if found correctly convicted of these crimes.
On a night like this, anyone should be enjoying the Star Festival. The main street of which Old Oak Inn was located was lined with stalls that you could get all sorts of sweet treats and savoury delights from. At the end was a board where people could hang paper from bamboo branches for their wishes. Concepts so entirely foreign to Tenma, he watches with curiousity as the people mill about, from his safety in the shadows.
Though, the Old Oak Inn is as rowdy as ever. It is not an inn, but a misleading title for an underground bar that supported illegal doings. It seems innocent on the surface, but the man that exits the bar with a loud laugh is anything but. He pockets something. An item he maybe stole from his friends or enemies, he didn't know. All that mattered was following Takehiro Tomagachi to his apartment a few blocks away.
The sai on Tenma's belt clinked like wind chimes in the night as he dropped from his position on the lamppost to follow Takehiro. The festival would be their stage, the people their audience. |
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Post by tenma on Jan 9, 2024 5:13:34 GMT
A woman in her late twenties of average height and pink highlights has been sighted fleeing a crime scene. She has been involved in a hit and run, three numbering in total this month. Six people have died as a result of this intentional accident. She has avoided the authorities since the first accident. Currently, she is fleeing from heroes and will likely escape once more. Eliminate this target before she disappears from our radars again." Master said. "Good luck, Tenma."
Tenma dips his head at Master, no words be said. He would see it done.
It was the aftermath of a bank job. Shinjuku Expressway was the escape route for the gangsters before they rammed the pursuing riot vans and caused a roadblock from devastated vehicles. Four dead gang members. Two police officers. Likely more on the way, considering the smoke lining the city skyline. The remaining gang member had dropped from the highway into the city below.
Tenma watches her silently from the rooftops, knowing the heroes won't be far behind. She just needs to lose them so he can finish his task. That's all. There are tears streaking through her makeup as she stumbles through the alleyways, a sign of immense emotional duress, terror from the idea of being caught. Tenma wonders if she would rather die tonight or spend the rest of her life in prison.
But Master told him to kill her, didn't he? Yes, he did. He needed to find a way. |
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Post by tenma on Jan 8, 2024 2:49:32 GMT
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Post by tenma on Dec 25, 2023 9:10:26 GMT
Credits to @rx for the template TENMA OVERVIEW » NAME: Unknown
» ALIAS: Tenma
» "Tenma" is their most recent codename, which has a variety of meanings. Tenma's name is written as both "heavenly" and "true". » GENDER: Androgynous (male-inclined)
» PRONOUNS: They/Them, He/Him (interchangeable)
» AGE: 25
» SEXUALITY: Plotsexual
» BIRTHDATE: 26th, April, 2075
» BIRTHPLACE: Unknown
» NATIONALITY: Japanese
» ETHNICITY: Unknown
» LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Japanese (fluent), English (fluent), Korean (fluent)
» BLOOD TYPE: AB+
» ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus
» THEME: Never Fade Away
» AFFILIATION: Vigilantes / Kabuki (unsanctioned Military Black Operatives)
Kabuki is an unsanctioned Black Ops organisation under the hand of a man simply known as "Master", listed under a corrupt section of a private military. All assassins, known also as Kabuki, are trained in killing arts to the point where they are living weapons with no emotion. Each Kabuki has a masked stylised to their temperament, which hides their identity. They carry out assassinations on villains and vigilantes deemed a threat to the population. » OCCUPATION: Covert-operator / Assassin
"Car crash in Shimonoseki! Administrator of local charity killed!"
Tenma's second execution. In the limited knowledge that he had been given, the CEO of that charity had been leeching the money to the black market— weapons produced that Tenma had likely used. But he's not privy to the reason why he killed her, why Kabuki selected her. Orders are orders, and remained unquestioned.
» VIGILANTE NAME: Nekomata
» Nekomata are a cat yokai in Japanese folklore. There are legends about them controlling and eating humans, and hiding away in deep mountain recesses.
PERSONALITY 
"Orders are orders. Absolute."
» POSITIVE TRAITS:🎭 Gentle
🎭 Honest
🎭 Whimsical
🎭 Clever
| » NEGATIVE TRAITS:🎭 Blunt
🎭 Placid
🎭 Unambitious
🎭 Secretive
| » LIKES:🎭 Cooking
🎭 Cats
🎭 Aquariums
🎭 Travelling
| » DISLIKES:🎭 Dogs
🎭 Loud-mouthers
🎭 Being on the ground
🎭 Change
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The mission takes first priority. That, above everything else, is absolute.
It's not a matter of morality, good or evil; if his superior says to do something, if his superior says to slay a villain deemed dangerous enough, he will see it done. To him, it's not something to be questioned, as he's never questioned it, as it is his duty— as an assassin, a weapon with no identity, this is his only purpose. He has no will of his own, and must be told what to do. There is nothing else there but clay to be molded how his master sees fit and there is simply no way around it— he exists just for this, and is ready to be discarded should he fail, and replaced with a more valuable tool.
Yet, even if he is a shadow of a person with no humanity in his actions, there is whimsy to be found in his gentle and quiet words.
Asahi, Enji, Hide, more and more, now Tenma. Tenma is a new leaf, reborn from another self into the same world. Each time he is given a new name, he observes the simple joys of humanity, things he could never hope to understand on a personal level. But he learns more and more each time when there aren't any knives in his hands to be put to throats, a type of curiousity only belonging to a predator. Even if he is a killer, merciless, cruel and unfeeling, he cannot help but wonder what it would be like to have a permanent name, and to show his face to the world without worry.
APPEARANCE 
» HEIGHT: 5'10 (176 cm)
» WEIGHT: 176 lbs (76kg)
» EYE COLOR: ?
» SKIN COLOR: Pale
» HAIR COLOR: Whitish-beige
» FACE CLAIM NAME: OC (taiihun) / Various artists
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: OC (taiihun) / Various artists "Don't get too curious, now."
Tenma stands at a little bit above average height, perfect for not standing out amongst crowds. He's not lanky but muscled, not overly so but defined from years upon years of on-field missions, exercises, and near-death encounters. His pale skin hides the faint scars littering his scarcely exposed skin, of which his gear lays upon— anything but his shoulders and biceps are covered by black tactical attire, simple but intricate in design, ideal for a person who wants to stay hidden. But amongst anything else, his most noticeable feature is his mask.
It also isn't detailed. A simple porcelain traditionally styled cat mask with green and red markings is always present on Tenma's face, wrapped around his head and displacing the tufts of his off-white hair. No matter what, the mask stays on. It is what keeps his identity under wraps and symbolises him as a weapon amongst other weapons at his master's disposal— if the mask is rid of, he has failed as a weapon. He knows exactly what that means for him.
For this reason, he is owned to no particular gender, as it doesn't matter, and he doesn't care. People are free to refer to him how they wish, as a weapon has no identity.
HISTORY 
"That is irrelevant."
— And think, this heart, all evil shed away —tw: death, manipulation, swears
"Alright, what have we got here?"
A flashlight is shone into his eyes, blinding him. He recoils.
"Ten years, asian. Scrappy, but he's got more meat on him than the rest. Weird lookin' 'n creepy fucker, too. Don't like his eyes."
"Yeah, well, not much we can do about that." The man in the white trenchcoat looks at his coworker. "The others aren't any better? You're sure?"
"Best pick of the litter." The other one says. "What good you can get out of abandoned orphans, anyway."
The first man nods. "Okay, let's take them, that one... and that one. Rest, we'll leave them."
"We care about any possessions?"
"Yes. Get rid of them."
"Aye, sir."
The first man kneels at his height, looking him straight in the eyes, dark brown gaze watching his. "It's nice to meet you. Your name is...?"
"Asahi, fall in. Report."
Asahi kneels before the man in the white trench-coat, who he has simply come to known as 'Master'. As a child of only ten years, he's dwarfed in size, an intimidating notion and one that leaves his hands trembling. "I have completed the training regime you've given—"
"Speak up. I can't hear you." Master says, eyes still on his clipboard.
Asahi's wobbling voice stills, speaking louder. "I have completed the training regime you've given me, Master. I have forced my body, mind and soul to its limits and beyond. I have fulfilled each and every assignment you've given me, dutifully so, with our goal in mind. I have complied with you without question, as I am, as only what I am, and only what I ever will be."
Master looks at him, eyes calculating. "How has your body responded?"
"... W-Without question, Master."
"Your mind?"
"Without question, Master."
"Your soul?"
"Without question, Master."
The slightest tint of approval in Master's eye glints. He looks at Asahi's supervisor, behind the young child. "Do you adhere to their words?"
"Yes, sir."
Master hums. "Good." He kneels in front of Asahi and hands him a mask before moving on to the other children. A cat mask made of porcelain. "Welcome home. Send them on the next high priority mission."
"Enji, fall in. Report."
Enji kneels before Master, his mask swaying with the movement. "I have completed the mission you have assigned to me successfully, Master."
"What of your target?"
Enji pauses, their silence heavy. "... Eliminated, sir." They eventually say.
Master looks around. "What of your teammates?"
"... Killed in action, sir."
Master clicks their tongue disapprovingly. "Due to incompetence at your leisure, I shouldn't hope?"
Enji looks up, panicked. "Sir—"
"Silence. I only need your results, not empty promises."
Enji lowers his head, heart wavering like a hummingbird's wings beneath his chest. Yes, his teammates had died, but only because...
"This was your first execution, was it not?"
Enji nods, a silent but raspy intake of breath.
Master falls quiet. "... I see. It's only been three years since your joining. I anticipated your inexperience, but I expect this to not happen again. Dismissed. Continue training with your peers."
Enji nods and vanishes, knowing he wouldn't be able to tell him that almost all of the orphans that had joined alongside him had also fallen, too.
"Hide, fall in. Report."
Hide staggers in before his Master, falling to his knees, harsh breaths escaping his mask. He's the same height as Master now. "I have completed the training regime that you've given me, Master."
"Irrelevant, Hide. What happened?"
Red paints not only his vision, but his mask, too. Red beneath his fingernails. Red in his mouth. Red everywhere. The knife still in his hand, an iron grip refusing to let go, is too hot with blood and too cold with its metal. "There was an accident during training, sir. I... I misjudged my opponent, believing them to be an enemy, and handled them accordingly as I would an enemy."
"Your fellow Kabuki, an enemy?" Master says.
Enji nods, his breathing evening out. His heartrate is not because of what he has done, but merely because of what was required of him in that moment— as he kneels before his Master, there is no guilt. No rage. No remorse. No heartbreak. No nothing.
As it is expected of him, because that is all that he is.
"You may deal with me as you see fit, Master. I am at your disposal."
"What of your body?"
"At your disposal."
"What of your mind?"
"At your disposal."
"... What of your soul?"
Enji looks up. "... I am to be done with what you wish, as I am, and always will be."
Master's dark eyes glimmered in the strange way they always did in those moments. "... Welcome home."
Questions of where he came from occurred once and only once ever since he had put on his mask, during his abduction. Life in his orphanage had been a blur, the reason why him and the others had been abandoned even more so. He wondered if he had a mother, or father, only briefly, before realising that it had no meaning. He had no value to them, nor them to him. He had no purpose until Master gave him one, one that he did not question, and likely never would— if he had value, if he could do something, anything, to serve a purpose, he would. He had blood on his hands, but he never questioned it, because it was not meant to be.
The other masks he had grown up alongside cracked until he was the only one left. Yet not once did he disobey orders, for orders were all he ever knew, fulfilling executions as his Master deemed fit, killing the unworthy. The mission is everything. The mission is absolute. The mission must be completed at all costs, whatever innocent or evil blood was in his way. Even if it were immoral, even if he had to trample others to fulfill his master's goals...
"Tenma, fall in. Report for duty."
... he would willingly drown in a sea of blood from his own making.
ITEMS — A jade ring on a small thin black rope. Tenma wears it as a necklace, out of sight.
ATTRIBUTES
| » AWARENESS (C+) | » VITALITY (D-) | | » DURABILITY (D-) | » SPEED (C) | | » DEXTERITY (C) | » STRENGTH (C-) |
limit breakers available: 8 | 0/45 used QUIRK   ![]() WELCOME HOME
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"Welcome Home" or more commonly referred to its codename "Black" allows the user to merge their body with a darkly coloured environment or object, and move through it freely.
— The quirk does not consider mass of the object the user chooses to merge into. They can merge into small objects.
— The user cannot merge into shadow with another person. The user can carry them outside of the dark surface while merged.
» DRAWBACKS:
Light — shining a light on an object or environment the user is merged in will forcibly eject them from that spot, as long as it is sufficiently lit by a decent light.
Movement — merging can only be done on a surface level. The user cannot meld through a dark space on a wall and out through the other side, even if it is darkly lit.
— As long as a surface is covered darkly, the user can meld into it, and find smaller cracks to make their way through.
EQUIPMENT
— Tenma's mask (-D)
 Tenma's mask. The porcelain on the inside of the mask is well-worn and smooth. A mask is a form of identification, and an identity to hide behind.
— Tenma's kit (-D)
 Tenma's kit. Clipped on his belt are sai, and pouches that hold kunai, shuriken, and even a kusarigama. Typical ninja things.
SKILLS
STEALTH 
B-
Tenma has lived a life in the shadows, and has no problem becoming one. With body, mind and soul committed to the success of his missions, flashiness is not an option. Tenma has a highly suppressed presence that allows him to sneak through crowds unseen, and approach his targets without them noticing, like a cat's stealthy pawsteps over leaflitter.
KOBUDO 
B
Guns out blazing is not the Kabuki's style— that's a given. Tenma conceals himself through a range of lethal short-range weapons, ideal for covert operations. Tenma is adept at close-range combat and using weapons catergorised under Kabudo— like the sai, senbon, sickle, and so on.
PARKOUR  
C
To trail after targets, Tenma must be able to traverse difficult environments with ease, using his dexterity to scale walls and jump across rooftops. It is second nature for a Kabuki, a shinobi that must be able to endure their harshest surroundings.
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