[hider=WIP][Center] [h2]Chiyo Tanaka [/h2][/center]
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[B] Name:[/b] Chiyo Tanaka.
[B] Alias:[/b] Chiyo-Chan, [b][i]Lamia[/i] [/b](don't call her this unless you like your spine's structural integrity. It's also the Ghoul-s nickname for her)
[B] Faction:[/b] Dove, Associate Special Class
[B] Age:[/b] 20
[B] Personality:[/b] Chiyo goes to great lenghts to project an image of community-oriented and concerned person. She is easy to approach, supportive of her teammates, and possess a good grasp on how to support them both in skill and emotion. She is social busybee, always happy to be in the center of people to organize and tend to issues. She also likes to show an image of elegance and skill in whatever task she tries to accomplish, and she is quick to admit faults and mistakes. At least in public. In truth, Chiyo's outer friendly and social persona is but a mask that hides an ugly narcissistic, sadistic and nihilistic bitter woman, who thinks of only her own interest and advancement above all else, and that she understands that in this world, one must be a wolf and not a sheep. She could be accused of be cruel to ghouls, if she did not think those deranged mutants are on the same level as cockroaches, a plague at worst, and a quinque resource to be harvested at best. Vain to a fault, attempting to mar her physique is a sure way to knock off her mask.

[B] Appearance:[/b] Chiyo is a fairly lithe and firmly set into a japanese woman average height. She keeps her hair long and stylish, and she has a shapely but not overly buxom figure. She usually likes to wear makeup (although not too much) and perfume, even on duty, as well as heels, whenever applicable. She usually gives a friendly smile and talks in a cheery voice. This also applies whenever she is angry, being able to vividly describe gruesome punishments with the same doll-like grin. Only when truly exhausted or angry, her smile can be wiped off from her face.

[B] History:[/b] There is rarely any kind of noteworthy event to Chiyo Tanaka's early years, other than the fact that she practically had everything at her fingertips. Reasonably wealthy background, a gaggle of female followers and male-would be suitors, some sport competition  medals, and wits enough to put the resident bookworms of class on their place. Yet, at some point in her high-school life, she was beset by doubt about what to do next. Would she pursue the Idol path, and cater to the voluble masses? Would she use her physique to win more fan and glory? Would she seduce a rich man to live off his wealth? Would she try to amass her own wealth? The answer she took was the CCG. Ironically, Chiyo herself would muse later on it was probably a last minute crazy idea. But she knew she could reap the attention of the sheep, be surrounded by studs, and a fair amount of renown, all for the risky but small price of hacking backward cannibal mutants to pieces.

So, she transfered to the Ghoul Investigator Training Academy, and she well made more than one eat their own words. Initially belittled for her rather friendly disposition and high-standard background, she made sure to shut the mouths of many with her effort and talent (her swordsmanship in particular), and earned herself quite a fanclub there, managing to graduate as Rank 1 instead of 2. Just like in her other high-school, albeit the Academy was, admittedly, more challenging...and perhaps fun. 

Of course, after graduating and starting doing the field work, she was presented with the not so fun parts of the job. Using their quinques, and try not to be hacked into pieces by a ghoul. Well, nothing she could not usually manage, but still sometimes the damn beasts drew their claws a little too close to the face she had taken great pains to take care of. She couldn't help really. Fellow investigators and comrades in arms were shown what lurked underneath her honeyed exterior, particulary when they saw her break her Tsunagi by hitting a ghoul so hard they couldn't harvest a Quinque from it, merely for the transgression of cutting a large gash into her scalp that could leave a scar.

Some were taken aback...but others [i]welcomed[/i] her true nature. They begun to compare her to a certain investigator named Graye. The sheer lethality and ruthlessness of her abilities had a lot of untapped potential and applications, and they soon began to deploy her with increasingly difficult targets, and much to her chagrin, usually in the frontline, to exploit her narcissist rage towards the CCG's ends. It worked, even though Chiyo began to secretly resent her seniors and higher ups for the fact that they had the gall to paint a target in her face just to see her trample down ghouls in retaliation. After a few high-profile kills, she achieved First Class at a rather young age after just one year of operations, much to the envy and awe of her peers. 

This was the start of the nightmare for Chiyo, however. As a First Rank investigator, she was in charge of "juniors" which more than often were older than her. While she had no shortage of skill, her partner did belittle her for her youth and more than often refused to cooperate. And yet, she knew that if she snapped she could lose all what she gained. It was for naught, however, as a gross miscalculation on the CCG rating of a certain ghoul, called the Griefer, ended up matching her and her uncooperative junior against an SS rank ghoul no less.

She had been half expecting the backstab, really, but she had never expected he would have guts to do it. Being stabbed by a fellow investigator and be left as bait was infuriating. But it was more infuriating that nobody would ever see her end in all glory. He didn't really run far, the Griefer ate him like one gulps down a peanut. Chiyo bit her lip so hard that she drew blood. She couldn't allow this, she couldn't die here. She was far too talented and special to die here, she said to herself, but strength failed her limbs.

She did live, but not because of her own volition. She recognized the glint in the eyes of the Griefer, as she dragged her incapacitated self into his lair. She wanted to toy with her, like a child toys with a spider by tearing its legs one by one. And toy with her he did. She cried, even. Not the crocodile tears she usually put in front of others, but the genuine deal. She called for her parents. HER PARENTS! All while the Griefer literally chuckled as he kept making enough cuts and breaking the right bones to maximize the paint. He even literally drank her tears, the sick animal. 

She still doesn't remember how it happened at first. The CCG had long given up on finding her alive. The Griefer, perhaps had a bit too much of a hearty meal. Or a fight with another high ranked ghoul. Perhaps both. A careless mistake mixed with his whim. He let her out of her binds just to amuse him by wriggling like a worm. She recognized the glint of her quinque, a tool that had been used against her to lacerate her own flesh. The Griefer smiled smugly, his eyes closed to enjoy the bliss. It happened in a heartbeat. Her hand seized the blade. Her body and mind remembered the techniques of the sword that made her medals in high school and the recognition of her peers in the CCG.

A swift cut, and the Griefer's lifeblood sprung forth from his neck. Chiyo croaked in whatever semblance of laughter her body could muster, as she crawled to her feet. The Griefer's eyes went from panic to fury. Rinraku tendrils sprouted from his back. But Chiyo was faster. Thanks to the torture, the pain of moving was a lesser worry. She drove the sword again with great skill through the ghoul's heart, killing him quickly. She smiled in glee. But she was far from done.

When the CCG reinforcements arrived after she managed to make a call from the lair, they found her nearly incapacitated, covered in her own blood and that of the Griefer. As for the Griefer, Chiyo had learned her lesson. The kakuhou was intact...but the rest of the ghoul had been scattered all over the place.

It took Chiyo months of hospital stays and cosmetic surgery to regain her appearance and function, painful waits and vexing procedures, but she eventually was back to her feet, thanks to the support of her family's wealth (which she nearly drained) and the CCG continued support. But she could never be back to what she had been. The humiliation burned deep in her soul. Her temper, however, was placated by the fact that her survival and slaying of the Griefer allowed her to be promoted to the Associate Special Class, as well as being awarded a Quinque from the Fallen Ghoul. After the proverbial pat on the back for a job well done and with her body still sore from the recovery, Chiyo was then transferred to Ward 8, in order to assist with the increasing Ghoul issues.

[B] Skills:[/b] What are you good at? Weapon use, tactics, great at diffusing a situation, cooking? Anything that's above average that you feel needs noted goes here.
[List] [*] Swordsmanship: Chiyo's favored sport has always been swordsmanship even since middle school. Having no small amount of talent and non-stop training since then, it earned her several medals, the respect of her peers, and the annoying rumour that she killed a ghoul with a plain katana. (She doesn't deny or accept the rumour, either). She has mastered the quick-draw to a point that she can use a plain Tsunagi (or a sword-like kagune) to great effect, without relying on more powerful ones to hunt down all but the strongest ghouls.
[*] Charismatic: Chiyo knows how to talk people her way in more ways than one. She is extremely adept at telling people what they want to hear, and wrap them around her pinky finger.
[*] Cold Thinker: One does not survive living fast and hard on mere luck. Chiyo has cultivated her mind very much like her body, and she often thinks often about the possible factors, outcomes and actions of her plans, often in a callous manner. This generally doesn't change even under pressure, with the notable exception of anything that has to do with her narcissism.
[*] Entertainer: Chiyo is an excellent hostess, and she can dance and sing like a pro. It's usually not useful, but sometimes she wonders if she should have pursued that kind of career instead.
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[B] Equipment:[/b] Chiyo carries usually a CCG-issued notebook, as well as her ID and Cellphone. She also carries a run of the mill plain Tsunagi quinque, the most basic tool an investigator uses, also a small purse with the key to her apartment and a wallet with some money and train cards (she doesn't drive). She has a secondary Quinque she carries but almost never uses.
[List] [*] [i]Quinque[/i]: [i][b]Izanami[/b][/i]: Named after a terrible goddess of the underworld, this Rinraku quinque is as disgusting as one could think of. A sinewy, muscular tentacle with a bizarre appearance that acts like a whip, it is coated in a fluid similar to ghoul's saliva, but concentrated, and the mere touch of it can partially digest kagune and flesh over time (not to mention that it is really gross).

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