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Tamaki Tanakashi

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a character in “The Animal Inside”, as played by misfortunatesoul

Description

Tamaki Tanakashi
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"Y ou should always remember to never wound a snake- you must kill it."




Name:
Tamaki Tanakashi.

Gender:
Male.

Age:
17 years of age.

Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual, he doesn’t allow any ‘isms’ to prevent him from liking another- this includes speciesism.

Animal Spirit:
The Snake.



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Hair Color:[color]
Unlike others, Tamaki’s hair is an unusual, striking shade of blue.

[color=#000080]Eye Color:

To match his hair, Tamaki has startling and unnatural blue eyes; to make things even more ‘eye’ catching, his eyes will sometimes have flicks of red when he is underneath the sun.

Height:
He stands at a towering height of 6’2ft.

Weight:
While he does have a lean, semi-muscular body, Tamaki weighs 174.3lbs.

Tattoos:
While Tamaki desperately wants a tattoo, he is much too young to get, toppled with the fact that tattoo parlors are outlawed in Japan; he refuses to get a tattoo from some shady criminal.

Piercings:
While he does have a number of piercings along his ears, Tamaki doesn’t wear them often due to school and just pure laziness of actually putting them in.

Scars:
Not many (surprisingly), only small ones from everyday things a child would normally obtain- first experience with a bike, falling down, etc.

Oddities:
Tamaki is almost always injured- he is usually decorated with bandages or band aids. No one really knows why he obtains such wounds but only seems he is clumsy- which he actually is. Another oddity Tamaki has is his sensational obsession over suits and we mean the expensive, high class kind. He loves the material and how ‘cool’ he looks in it; he has even been known to wear these expensive suits to school and somehow he can get away with it.




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Personality:
{ Crazy, Warm, Untrustworthy, Selfish}
Tamaki is selfish and to be quite practical, he is somewhat untrustworthy. It isn’t just him- aren’t all humans only out to benefit their emotional and physical needs; isn’t romance just two people using each other so the happiness is mutual? The only difference between a normal human and Tamaki is the fact that Tamaki puts his mindset out there, and allows those around him to know that he thinks that way. Of course, Tamaki wouldn’t just out and say that he is untrustworthy; one may find that out later into their acquaintances. Instead, Tamaki uses another to aid him in what he wants; the usual downside about this is the fact that it usually only benefits Tamaki. Despite his nasty habits of using people, Tamaki never throws away those he used, instead, they stay on a mutual liking; he has issues with throwing away living creatures.
While he does have that nasty habit, Tamaki is often friendly and lets out a warm feeling that will often allow people to draw near him- hence, why he is so popular. While he does use people, Tamaki often treats people with kindness and will not act rude towards a person who has done nothing to him in the first place. Yes, confusing; even contradictory but true. Our world is filled with contradictories and oxymorons. Being the kind manipulator he is, Tamaki is able to make friends quickly and once he does, it is often hard for him to lose them due to his welcoming personality. While he does have a friendly air around him, Tamaki will not, under any circumstances allow himself to help another to benefit themselves only- if it doesn’t aid him, he will not take part. This is what truly makes him selfish and a bit rotten.
Along with all of this, Tamaki is somewhat crazy- shocker, right? He will do things that one normally wouldn’t do, casting an odd air amongst him during certain day; as if a snake-morphing teenage boy needed any more problems. When alone, Tamaki will speak casually to nothing, and the nothing will respond; he also is known to have breakdowns in class that start with him screaming. With this, Tamaki will express all of this frustration with paint and any form of art- even if he is not permitted to do so, he will do it. Thus, Tamaki has a somewhat (and surprisingly) short criminal record of vandalism; many of the charges are done out in the open. One might suspect Tamaki being mentally unstable, but he chalks it up to how brilliant he is, explaining that all geniuses are never sane. Which, for someone who is at the top of his school with little to no study, is hard to argue with- even harder to argue when one hears about Tamaki’s blood line and family background.

Hobbies:
  • Painting and Drawing.
    It really is the only way where he can output all the frustration and insanity that is pent up into his mind. Due to the amount he actually does paint, Tamaki is quite the famous artist in the world of aristocracy; his paintings being sold on the 23rd of almost every month.
  • Animal and People Watching.
    Often of the time, Tamaki will be seen sitting alone or with another person. What one might notice is that he is either not listening, or has a book that he won’t be reading. He looks around himself and will observe everything around him to see whether or not he can use whatever information he picks up to his own advantage. While on the other hand, Tamaki favors watching animals only because he enjoys seeing how they live his life. On very rare occasions when he is completely alone, Tamaki may even join the natural world and slither amongst the earth.
  • Manipulating Others.
    What can he say? He enjoys getting what he wants just as much as he enjoys making friends with others; and if that meant stringing them along, then so be it. As long as they don’t get harmed in any way, he loves a good game.
  • Cooking Sweets.
    It’s an odd hobby, but similar to his painting yet less disruptive and destructive, Tamaki will enjoy in baking sweets- and only sweets. It is usually when he is majorly stressed out and even painting and freaking out doesn’t help; baking something so sweet and sugary always seems to calm him down.
  • Sculpting.
    Although he completely sucks at it (surprisingly), Tamaki enjoy sculpting and pottery as much as he does with painting.

    Habits:
  • Doodling.
    Similar to his actual hobby, Tamaki can’t seem to kick the artistic side completely. Without even realizing it, Tamaki will begin to doodle on papers, himself, the desks and even other people.
  • Swaying Back and Forth.
    It was a habit he acquired from when he young and restless, young and miserable. Always closing his eyes to day dream about better lives and allowing the winds to move his body. Now, it only seems to be nothing but a habit he desperately doesn’t want to kick.
  • Talking to Himself.
    Perhaps this is more than a little habit, but it is something he does often when he is alone.
  • Smoking.
    Yes, he is a smoker- at such a young age too. If it makes it any better, Tamaki smokes in secrecy; mostly due to the fact he is still underage and prefers others not to know.

    Likes/Loves:
  • Painting and Other Forms of Art.
  • Sweets.
  • Spring.
  • The Outdoors.
  • Animals.
  • Suits.
  • Running.
  • Lakes.

    Hates:
  • Rainy Days.
  • Winter.
  • Jeans and T-Shirts.
  • Not Getting What He Wants.
  • Raised Arms (He will flinch away).
  • Abusive People.
  • Those Who Do Not Appreciate Art.
  • The Night.

    Strengths:
  • Painting.
  • Making Relationships with People.
  • Manipulating Others.
  • School Work (he is the few students who are at the top of their school).

    Weaknesses:
  • Sculpting.
  • Expressing Himself Properly.
  • Fighting.
  • Helping Others.
  • Cooking Things Other Than Sweets.
  • Romance (cliché, I know, but it goes hand and hand with expression and comprehension).




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History:

So begins...

Tamaki Tanakashi's Story

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Hooked On A Feeling|Blue Swede

ImageRisuki woke up to her pet cat Fluffy, licking her face.Let's just say her cat is her alarm clock.Risuki slowly got up, and yawned. She started to get changed before she saw her calender. She looked at it closely.'Today's the 12th of September...' She thought and saw the 12th was under 'Saturday' on her calender. "I wonder what my friends are doing." Risuki pondered, and sat back on her bed, thinking of she should text them. She played with the small hedgehog charm dangling off her phone. Risuki decided to think a bit more about so she went downstairs to grab herself some breakfast. She tip-toed down the stairs, being careful not to wake up her mom and dad. She made it down stairs and she let out a deep breath, hoping that she didn't wake up her parents."They are so not early birds.." Risuki mumbled and rubbed the mop on top of her head that she called 'hair'. She finally made it to the kitchen, and she started to sing 'Hooked on a Feeling', by Blue Swede. She recently just got addicted to this song, but it wasn't one of those songs you wanted to get out of your head. It was more like groove that you could dance to all day long without getting bored."I'm hooked on a feeling~ I'm high on believing~" Risuki sung with a wonderful voice, as she looked in the fridge for something to eat. She found some blue berrys, and grabbed a bowl of those. Risuki sat at the table, which over looked the backyard. Risuki decided to text all of her friends if they wanted to go to the new water park that just opened. She took out her phone, and turned it on, making a group chat with all of six friends.'Hey guys, I was wondering if you were free for today. I wanna go to that new water park that opened up a week ago.' She sent the text and smiled.

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Character Portrait: Emiko Sakurada Character Portrait: Risuki Hastomi Character Portrait: Sento Isuzu Character Portrait: Omoiya H. Suraino Character Portrait: Yasu Kita Character Portrait: Tamaki Tanakashi Character Portrait: Omoiya Suraino
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Emiko Sakurada





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It was early in the morning and Emiko was already wide away, having been somewhat unable to sleep properly during the night which prompted her to get up a little earlier and have a nice warm shower. She had her own personal bathroom attached to her bedroom, so it was handy to ensure that she didn’t wake her mother and father as she soaked away for a good thirty minutes or so. With her bathroom door opened slightly she could hear the familiar jingle of her mobile-phone vibrating against her desk. But her curiosity would have to wait, at least for another ten good minutes or so before she later reappeared from the bathroom with a fluffy towel wrapped round her body, hair soaked and sticking over the top of her shoulders.

Plopping herself down on the edge of her seat, she rested an elbow against the desk as her other hand picked up the phone to see the message. 'Hey guys, I was wondering if you were free for today. I wanna go to that new water park that opened up a week ago.' It was from Risuki, inquiring if her friends were interested in going to the newly opened water park. Emiko had to think about it for a minute, biting her lower lip a tad nervously as she lightly rubbed her thumb over the buttons in an anticipated response.

She wanted to go, it sounded fun and she could really use a fun break with her best friends. But if she agreed to go then she would meet them. Just thinking of it caused her heart to skip a beat and a tint of red swept across her face. Clutching tightly onto the small device Emiko took a deep breath, refocusing her thoughts onto the small lit-up screen as she tried to remember how to exactly use the thing before slowly typing in an answer. ’Sure, that sounds fun! I am free for that. We meeting at the park? What time?’ Though not even asking her parents yet Emiko knew they would not refuse, they were that sort of parents after all.

Putting her phone back down against the desk Emiko got back onto her feet as she proceeded to get dressed. Making her way over to the wardrobe she dug out a few outfits and debated which one to pick, considering she wanted to appear casual but look impressive at the same time to catch a certain eye or two. It was a really big deal to her and none of her friends even knew! After much debate and once an outfit was selected she dropped her towel and quickly got dressed, throwing the clothes on with care before letting out a sigh of relief. But did she really look good enough? Emiko doubted herself a little, causing the girl to walk over to her long mirror and eyed herself up from various angles such as the front, back and sides.

"B-But will they notice? Am I trying to hard? Oh heck, why am I trying so hard anyway? Their still my friends so they... like me at least in that sense, right? Regardless of what I wear?" She sighed again, albeit more disheartened. Just thinking of such possibilities flustered the girl a little, her cheeks burning brightly with a vibrant streak of red. "I'm being silly, yes that is it. I just need to relax." Emiko giggled and patted down her skirt. Spinning round she left in-search of some breakfast at that moment, almost staggering out of her room suddenly.

Thankfully her parents were already awake, or rather they were just waking up as they too left the comforts of their bedroom and sought out the kitchen. "Morning." She smiled, as the trio made their way into the kitchen and Emiko took her seat at the table.

Of course whilst sitting and waiting quietly Emiko realized she had forgotten her phone. ”Oh shoot!” She muttered, springing to her feet again as she hurried back out of the kitchen, all the while her father paying little attention as he sat down at the table before focusing his attention deep within the morning paper that had been delivered moments before, and her mother who was not sitting but rather concentrating on making the breakfast.

As she reached her room again the girl scooted inside and closed the door behind her. Walking over to her desk as she fiddled around and grasped at her phone, checking it over to see if any others had replied. It was a group chat so she could see other people responses, though there hadn't been any whilst she had been gone. Fighting with her hunger the girl remained standing for sometime longer, eyes focused on her phone to check the replies.

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Character Portrait: Emiko Sakurada Character Portrait: Risuki Hastomi Character Portrait: Sento Isuzu Character Portrait: Omoiya H. Suraino Character Portrait: Yasu Kita Character Portrait: Tamaki Tanakashi
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The sun had just peeked over the horizon, beautiful blues, reds, and purples marbling on the surface of the sky; mottling to create a mosaic that was truly magnificent. In one of the rooms of a traditional style Japanese house in the small town of Katsudo was a girl with auburn hair rifling through a drawer, trying to find her lucky leotard for morning practice. It was a long sleeved half white half red one with gold rhinestones that girl's mother had given to her for her birthday. "You're going to be late for practice if you don't leave now!" Speak of the devil, the woman called from the other side of the house; alerting Sento to the time. The brown haired female huffed in frustration and pulled out a short sleeved black one with silver swirls, stuffing it into her gym bag and pulling her tangled mass of locks into a neat top bun before running out the door.

Sento slipped her shoes on and threw her bag onto the back of her bike, making sure it was secure before taking off down the road. She pumped her legs hard, swinging past sleepy houses and taking in a whiff of fresh baked goods from bakeries that had begun cooking for the day. Sento's stomach growled at the scent but she knew better then to eat before practice, unless she wanted a repeat incident of her first year in gymnastics. Finally the girl arrived at her studio and secured her bike to a streetlamp, running to the locker rooms in order to change.

As she stepped onto the spring floors, Sento took in a deep breath and smiled. The gym was her home-away-from-home. She loved coming here to expend her energy and compete with other girls from around the world. Her team was doing warm ups and Sento was about to join them when their coach approached her with the clipboard. "Congratulations, you've been promoted to level ten."

"What?! But level ten is the group that does the fancy floor routines!" Sento replied, incredulous.

"They asked for you Sento and I can't really say no since you-know-who directs them." Sento did know who, it was the head of their gym; Mitsuki Toshii. That woman's word was law and if you attempted to cross her you could be kicked out. Hesitantly, Sento headed over to level ten's warm up circle and began her stretches, convinced that there was some mistake. She knew the names of the girls already, but they were all a year older then her and much more experienced in floor work. Sento's specialty were the vertical bars and trampoline so why they would put her here she did not know.

It was a brutal practice, her muscles ached and her feet were sore. With all of the calories she burned Sento figured she could eat a whole cow for breakfast! Her phone buzzed almost as soon as she stepped into the locker room and Sento picked it up to see a message from her friends Risuki and Emiko. A smile touched her lips as she read the message, her fingers flying across the smartphone screen as she tapped out a reply.

Sure, I'll see you guys there! Sento stuffed the phone into her bag and changed her clothes, going back home to prepare for today's adventure. There was no point in showering since they were going to a water park, but she figured she might as well put on extra deodorant and decide on a new outfit. Sento pulled her hair out of it's bun and tousled her locks to bring them back down; she went through her closet next, eventually settling out a cute shirt and skirt that would be good for later as well. The last thing Sento needed to prepare was her bathing suit and snacks so the female headed to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge, preparing breakfast and a bento for later.

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Character Portrait: Emiko Sakurada Character Portrait: Risuki Hastomi Character Portrait: Sento Isuzu Character Portrait: Omoiya H. Suraino Character Portrait: Yasu Kita Character Portrait: Tamaki Tanakashi
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The early dawn of the Sun did little to help the vampiric-state that Yasu had been in, the subtle glimpses of bright red light furiously burning out his eyes as the flailing about to get out of bed and shutting the blinds proved another everyday struggle for the young man who woke with an apparent grunt that enhanced his grouchy morning mood. But bless his heart, he'd only begun changing his bedtime schedule last week so he wasn't quite accustomed to waking up before noon on weekends.

“Ah, good! You're awake.”

The familiar, sweetened tone from his mother had Yasu briefly attempt to look through the squinted eyes as he muttered a silent what.

“Here,”

A small, pocket-sized phone plopped on the bed beside Yasu, the technical bauble buzzing excitedly. But he could only stare dim-wittedly at the franticly shaking phone.

“Aren't you gonna take that?”

Yasu tapped the side of the phone that, on cue, flickered on the teenie-weenie eyestrainey screen. 'Group chat invite from: Risuki. Accept?' It read, to which Yasu blindly obliged though not without heaving a sigh at the only reason this group could have been made. “Right.” Was all he managed to murmur through a gaping yawn.

“And...? Who is it?”

The curious mother inquired with much fervour, resisting the niggling urge to rush over and sneak a peek.

“Friends, mum... They're planning to hang out.” Again, a sigh rolled from his dry lips. “Said I have to work on the wee-”

“Oooooh, just say you'll be there~!”

Bu-

“Your uncle told me he hadn't got much to at the garage today, anyway.” The older woman rummaged through her son's room in order to pick the dirty rags of clothes that were scattered about like a firecracker had went off and made a mess of the place.

“Huh? You sure?”

“Yes, yes. Hop! No excuses, you're going to see your friends. You've done nothing but work since the past few weeks, it'll be good for you.” Of course she'd say that. “That's an order.” and with that his mother was gone with the wind, leaving Yasu with his own thoughts until another bleep caught his focus. Oh, right. He had to reply.

His fingers waltzed over the keys. “Cool. Place? Time?” It wrote out in the expected frank, lazy and hasty manner in which Yasu always responded. Though he was sure his friends would get the message regardless. They were used to it by now.

Dropping his phone back on his bed, the boy slouched through the house in order to take a quick shower and pick his garment for the day (Not that he put much thought into it to begin with.) before approaching the kitchen for an elaborate breakfast.

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Character Portrait: Emiko Sakurada Character Portrait: Risuki Hastomi Character Portrait: Sento Isuzu Character Portrait: Omoiya H. Suraino Character Portrait: Yasu Kita Character Portrait: Tamaki Tanakashi
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The piercing rays of light accompanied by an incessant mehchanized ping-ing noise caused Omoiya to stir from his peaceful slumber. Being not too fond of early wakings, he groaned as he rolled over in his bed to cease the cellphone’s notification. After blindly stretching out a limb at his night table, he slammed a fist against its wooden surface until it came into contact with the cellphone. The boy believed he had finally silenced the device, up to the point it began to emit a series of beeps, followed by an automated voice, ”Dialing number: ‘Risuki Hastomi’” His hand instantly propelled itself to the cellphone with a shout of denial, quickly fumbling with the keys to end the dialup. Omoiya had sat upright to stop the call, now leaning halfway over his bed on the verge of tumbling over. He let out a sigh of relief and chuckled as he propped himself against the headboard. ”That was close. Now, let’s see what Hastomi-san woke me up for.” A yawn escaped his lips as he tapped at the keypad, scrolling through his recent messages until Risuki’s name was highlighted.

'Hey guys, I was wondering if you were free for today. I wanna go to that new water park that opened up a week ago.'

It took him a few moments to process the contents of the message in his half-awake state of mind. ”Oh, it’s Saturday, right. I guess I am free today, eh? Well, no reason to keep them waiting!” It was fun to hang out with his small group of friends, a calming getaway from the cases he constantly investigated. All of them each had their own little quirks which made them unique, in his eyes at least. He cuffed his mouth to trap another yawn as he began to type a message on the illuminated screen. Omoiya focused his eyes to see more clearly and watched as more replies popped up. First was Emiko, then Sento, and lastly Yasu. The boy perked up at how slow he was on the draw, but was determined to beat Tamaki and not end up last. He frivolously finished his response and sent it expeditiously. ”Yo! Morning all~, I’m more free than Amazon Prime shipping! Just woke up, so I have some things to clear up first, but I should arrive on time. Just name when, and I’ll be there.” Even through text, Omoiya was able to convey his ecstatic tone of speech.

With the text message sent, Omoiya set out to run through his morning routine. He let out a sigh as he scanned the room, counting all of the piles of papers and books he would need to organize. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got a decent footing, then boosted himself onto his feet. "Alright, Omoiya cleanup process: Activate!" He charismatically shouted as motivation, the boy flipped through documents and novels varying from school work to personal investigations. A few of the cases were that of the police, and were tasked to him by his father. The old man was smart enough to employ those who had a talent for cracking mysteries, one of which being his own son. Omoiya was midway through stacking a pile when he suddenly heard a knocking on the door, proceeded by the unhinging of the knob. As the door lightly eased open, in its frame was Omoiya's father, already dressed in his proper attire and a stoic expression on his face. "Dad! I'm still in my boxers, don't randomly enter without a confirmation of entrance!" The man furrowed his brows and let out a sigh, shaking his head as he thrusted out a folder at his son. "Your first priority should be to dress and shower, rather than stacking up your homework." After Omoiya scolded the man while wagging his finger, he then accepted the document.

"Recent homicide on the other side of town, dead housewife. We got a call from her neighbors early this morning when they heard some commotion from inside the home. They reported a man fleeing from the front entrance, but it was too dark at the time for them to identify who it was. Could have been the father." As his father continued on with his synopsis, Omoiya indulged himself with the contents of the folder. He grabbed onto the thin paper with his fingertips and unfolded it, producing a few pages of notes alongside a picture of the victim. The woman's face was boldly censored, but the knife impaled in her abdomen was a sight for his eyes. The boy was used to waking up to this kind of ordeal, it had become a weekly routine in his life. "As you can see, she was stabbed to death, but only once. She was still alive for a few minutes, and tried to call us herself. Turns out she had an affair with her husband, but we can't deduce if that was a reason for killing." Omoiya narrowed his eyes at the picture while sneaking glances at the notes beside it. "Says here that the back entrance was also open when you all arrived. Could have been two crooks. I'm not saying you should outline the husband, but don't pin him as a definite suspect. His whereabouts are unknown. Maybe he's dead as well? We can't tell until forensics analyze the murder weapon and scene for any traces. This was obviously rushed if they left her alive, chances are it wasn't planned out as intricately as past cases. Multiple individuals could be at fault here, given the fact that two escape routes were used."

Omoiya let out another yawn as he began to pick up coffee cups scattered among the carpet, as if seeing a dead body didn't phase him by the slightest. "Surprised you're already getting used to this kind of stuff, son." The boy paused from his routine and shrugged, "Well, it's what I'll be doing as a profession in the future. Might as well get used to it. Anyways, I have to go out soon. Got a friendly get-together I have to attend~" He closed the folder with both hands and placed it on his desk, just another parcel in a sea of documents. "Alright, sounds good. Well, have fun with whatever you are doing, and don't do anything unlawful." Omoiya chuckled at the reminder, it was obvious he wouldn't do anything to tarnish his career. After the door shut behind him, he finished up with cleaning his room, treated himself to a refreshing shower, then dressed himself in his usual casual attire; a pair of dark jeans, a blank white undershirt and a black hoodie. To say the least, he had a better sense of intuition than of style. Afterwards, he treated himself to a cup of coffee and sat down at the desk once again. "Might as well read into this a bit more, got some time to kill." He mumbled to himself as he exposed the sheets of the murder case once again, his eyes fluently traversed the pages from line to line, side to side, without relent. "Wonder what everybody else is doing right now?"