by Haruka Sat Mar 28, 2020 11:30 amName: Ichinomiya, Haruka
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure no Sato
Rank: D-Rank
Title: /
Clan: /
Bloodline: /
Element(s): Suiton 水遁 |
Skill(s): Bukijutsu 武器術|| Kajiya 鍛冶屋|| Ninjutsu
Stats
Unique Abilities: /
Appearance: Haruka is fairly small for his age, both in height and overall size. He is very thin, with very little muscle mass and almost no body fat to speak of. His general appearance is actually rather feminine, with the only actual body fat he does have held around his hips and bottom; with his waist being very small and his shoulders being rounded and not very broad. Even his Adams apple is fairly small, and nearly unnoticeable even when it's not covered by a scarf or other neck covering. Combine this with his delicate facial features and shoulder length hair, and he is easily able to pass for female, which suits his line of work well, as he is able to conceal his identity very easily; even with his extremely pale skin and bright red eyes. Haruka is well practiced at pitching his voice in ways that allow him to fit into his cover appearances better; with his base speaking voice being high enough to make pitching upward to pass for female a simple task that can be maintained for long periods of time without tiring. The only truly extraordinary feature of the male is his albinism; which is why his native hair color is a white-silver, and his eyes are naturally red. This leads to him having to be meticulous about his personal care, with such sensative skin he has to wear clothing that offers full coverage of his skin as well as creams to protect from the harsh sun. However, this natural paleness is used to his advantage, as it makes concealing his distinguishing features significantly easier, as he does not need such thick coatings of creams and makeups when acting under cover.
History: Haruka's early years are lost to time and the fog of infancy; outside of a few rumors and some very basic identification papers, there are no stories or tales of the life of the male before his 5th birthday. It was on his 5th birthday that he was 'found' wandering around a park in a small village not affiliated with any particular country of importance and taken to an orphanage when it was discovered that he had no family or home of his own. When he was found there was nothing with him beyond a small shoulder bag and the clothes on his back; both raggedy and torn and ancient looking, dirty in ways that screamed that he could claim the title for having never taken a bath or had his clothing cleaned in the entirety of his life. Within the shoulder bag was nothing more than a few ratty toys and a few sheets of paper with basic information on them; namely, his given name, his date of birth, and a single line noting that he has an allergy to a certain bitter fruit species that was endemic to the tropical coastlands, but completely unknown in the region he was found in. It was the closest thing to a clue to where he was from, but given the discovery of his albinism, it was quickly dismissed as another dead end. In fact, the very fact that he is an albino basically stalled any attempt to find out who he actually was and where he was from; as the locals had a bit of an... issue, with anyone that was 'different' or 'defective'. Although albinism is not normally all that dangerous nor does it cause many issues that couldn't be mitigated with a bit of proactive planning, it was seen as a sign of defective genes, so while Haruka was lucky enough to be allowed to live, he was still thrown into the cheapest, least attended to orphanage the region had. He spent many a year in this decrepit horror house, until he was suddenly adopted by a man calling himself Kantarou Ichinomiya.
The adoption was strange from the moment it happened, there was virtually no waiting time, and in later years it was discovered that all paperwork that should exist about Haruka's time in the orphanage, and the adoption itself, had entirely vanished. Not that Haruka cared, he was just happy to be gone from that place, and given a chance to have an actual life that wasn't based entirely around stealing what little food he could from the bare pantries and being beaten to a pulp by the larger kids from the village that hated him for his very existence.
Kantarou was no parent, nor much of a father figure; he was a teacher, a master, this is true, but it was a cold sort of teaching; the kind you find with people sold into apprenticeships with masters that didn't actually have the time to focus on them properly; he was mostly left to his own devices and made to fend for himself. Yes, he was given food and shelter so long as he worked for it, and Kantarou taught him what he'd need to know to survive in the world; but it was a bare bones kind of education; he'd give him the basics, then make Haruka figure the rest out himself. This was fine with the boy, however, as he was a quick learner, and the chance to even acquire knowledge was enough motivation early on to keep him focused.
This changed as he aged, however; once he'd been traveling with Kantarou for a few years, roughly about the time he turned 11, Kantarou essentially disappeared from his life entirely; with the same speed as he had appeared; leaving the boy with nothing but a surname and a mass of knowledge and skills that essentially forced him to take the path of the elder's clan; he was a adept folklorist and an a novice exorcist in training.
One Kantarou left, Haruka's motivation levels dropped into the basement, he'd never been the most naturally motivated person due to his years of being discouraged from existing as anything but a shadow, so without someone to push him to do things, he fall back into old habits of spending as much time away from people as possible. However, he was able, over the course of a few years, to get used to spending time in smaller towns and villages, using the skills of disguise that he'd learned from Kantarou to keep himself safe and hidden, so that he'd never have to deal with the hatred his condition brought upon him.
Personality: Haruka is a bit of a strange one; he is highly dedicated to his trade and his work, while still being extraordinarily lazy and unmotivated most of the time. He is polite enough to those that fund his lifestyle, he has to be in order to continue receiving money from them while constantly missing deadlines and not turning in his work. He is a bit of a money whore, preferring to risk his time and energy on get rich quick schemes versus real jobs and the like. Beyond all this, he is still very cunning and smart, able to persuade and connive those around him to get the things he wants and needs. While not a loner per say, he is no social butterfly by any means; maintaining a moderate network of business associates and contacts, as well as a small circle of actual friends which he spends time with when he can afford to, or is actually willing to go out in public. He isn't a fan of larger cities, preferring small villages and the countryside, where he can goof off in peace or actually find the youkai and such that he 'hunts' as an exorcist in peace. This also gives him the chance to check out the historical sites and out of the way places where the best legends and folklore hides, which allows him to chronicle new tales and earn a quick buck.
Roleplay Sample: The biggest issue with how fast he’d jumped onto the ship to this country; he was dangerously low on any and all supplies that were desperately necessary for his safety and comfort. Special salves and creams needed to protect and heal his damaged skin, herbs to soothe his finicky stomach, balms to cover his eyes while he slept so that he wouldn’t wake up blind after long days in the blinding sun. Beyond that, the specialized concealers he needed to mask his identifying marks when undercover. He was in a fairly bad position, plenty of money but almost no supplies, and no idea where to find them. No guarantee that he could even find the rarer of the batches. At the bare minimum, he needed to find the herbs and plants for his skin and eyes, he could function on the concealers he had with him for a few weeks before running out. If he could find the village he was supposed to be in, he could put in an emergency request for supply with his handler and have some delivered to him; but for the moment he was on his own.
Fun.
Wandering the village had him gravitating toward the market stalls, ignoring the perplexed looks from the locals and focusing entirely on not drawing more attention than what he was already getting. He needed an apothecary first and foremost, he’d look into getting more… local clothing after. His luck was stronger than normal that day, as he stumbled across a fairly well stocked stall that screamed apothecary or herbalist. He about squealed for joy when he saw the foriegn selection, several of his most desperately needed herbs and medicinal plants where on display, and for fairly affordable prices in the amounts he needed. There was even desert white aloe; that would do so much for his aching skin and eyes.
“Good morning… Can you tell me if you have...?” he was listing off some fairly obscure items, most of which he didn’t expect anyone to have, but it was worth the try, “...white aloe, willow bark, and dried brown oak mushroom?” He continued, giving approximate amounts of everything, with only really the willow bark being a large amount, but that was normal given how much you had to ground and boil down to get the Salicylic acid from the raw bark. “I apologize for the large request… I’m running fairly low on my supplies at the moment…” He was trying to project an apologetic, slightly nervous tone; a defense mechanism. It was insane how often he was attacked for asking for half the things he did, locals rarely trusted outsiders and some of the things he requested could be used to make rather…. Nasty poisons and explosive packs. Nevermind that they’re all medicinal in nature, after centuries of wars even civilians were wary of anything starting the fighting back up. Given his strange dress, he couldn’t pretend to be a traveling medicine man like he normally would, so he was trying for the nervous kid too young to be a medic, but obviously trying to learn the craft from some master, given his knowledge of some of the things he was asking for.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure no Sato
Rank: D-Rank
Title: /
Clan: /
Bloodline: /
Element(s): Suiton 水遁 |
Skill(s): Bukijutsu 武器術|| Kajiya 鍛冶屋|| Ninjutsu
Stats
- Strength: D
- Constitution: D
- Stamina: D
- Speed: D
- Coordination: D
- Intelligence: C
- Perception: C
Unique Abilities: /
Appearance: Haruka is fairly small for his age, both in height and overall size. He is very thin, with very little muscle mass and almost no body fat to speak of. His general appearance is actually rather feminine, with the only actual body fat he does have held around his hips and bottom; with his waist being very small and his shoulders being rounded and not very broad. Even his Adams apple is fairly small, and nearly unnoticeable even when it's not covered by a scarf or other neck covering. Combine this with his delicate facial features and shoulder length hair, and he is easily able to pass for female, which suits his line of work well, as he is able to conceal his identity very easily; even with his extremely pale skin and bright red eyes. Haruka is well practiced at pitching his voice in ways that allow him to fit into his cover appearances better; with his base speaking voice being high enough to make pitching upward to pass for female a simple task that can be maintained for long periods of time without tiring. The only truly extraordinary feature of the male is his albinism; which is why his native hair color is a white-silver, and his eyes are naturally red. This leads to him having to be meticulous about his personal care, with such sensative skin he has to wear clothing that offers full coverage of his skin as well as creams to protect from the harsh sun. However, this natural paleness is used to his advantage, as it makes concealing his distinguishing features significantly easier, as he does not need such thick coatings of creams and makeups when acting under cover.
History: Haruka's early years are lost to time and the fog of infancy; outside of a few rumors and some very basic identification papers, there are no stories or tales of the life of the male before his 5th birthday. It was on his 5th birthday that he was 'found' wandering around a park in a small village not affiliated with any particular country of importance and taken to an orphanage when it was discovered that he had no family or home of his own. When he was found there was nothing with him beyond a small shoulder bag and the clothes on his back; both raggedy and torn and ancient looking, dirty in ways that screamed that he could claim the title for having never taken a bath or had his clothing cleaned in the entirety of his life. Within the shoulder bag was nothing more than a few ratty toys and a few sheets of paper with basic information on them; namely, his given name, his date of birth, and a single line noting that he has an allergy to a certain bitter fruit species that was endemic to the tropical coastlands, but completely unknown in the region he was found in. It was the closest thing to a clue to where he was from, but given the discovery of his albinism, it was quickly dismissed as another dead end. In fact, the very fact that he is an albino basically stalled any attempt to find out who he actually was and where he was from; as the locals had a bit of an... issue, with anyone that was 'different' or 'defective'. Although albinism is not normally all that dangerous nor does it cause many issues that couldn't be mitigated with a bit of proactive planning, it was seen as a sign of defective genes, so while Haruka was lucky enough to be allowed to live, he was still thrown into the cheapest, least attended to orphanage the region had. He spent many a year in this decrepit horror house, until he was suddenly adopted by a man calling himself Kantarou Ichinomiya.
The adoption was strange from the moment it happened, there was virtually no waiting time, and in later years it was discovered that all paperwork that should exist about Haruka's time in the orphanage, and the adoption itself, had entirely vanished. Not that Haruka cared, he was just happy to be gone from that place, and given a chance to have an actual life that wasn't based entirely around stealing what little food he could from the bare pantries and being beaten to a pulp by the larger kids from the village that hated him for his very existence.
Kantarou was no parent, nor much of a father figure; he was a teacher, a master, this is true, but it was a cold sort of teaching; the kind you find with people sold into apprenticeships with masters that didn't actually have the time to focus on them properly; he was mostly left to his own devices and made to fend for himself. Yes, he was given food and shelter so long as he worked for it, and Kantarou taught him what he'd need to know to survive in the world; but it was a bare bones kind of education; he'd give him the basics, then make Haruka figure the rest out himself. This was fine with the boy, however, as he was a quick learner, and the chance to even acquire knowledge was enough motivation early on to keep him focused.
This changed as he aged, however; once he'd been traveling with Kantarou for a few years, roughly about the time he turned 11, Kantarou essentially disappeared from his life entirely; with the same speed as he had appeared; leaving the boy with nothing but a surname and a mass of knowledge and skills that essentially forced him to take the path of the elder's clan; he was a adept folklorist and an a novice exorcist in training.
One Kantarou left, Haruka's motivation levels dropped into the basement, he'd never been the most naturally motivated person due to his years of being discouraged from existing as anything but a shadow, so without someone to push him to do things, he fall back into old habits of spending as much time away from people as possible. However, he was able, over the course of a few years, to get used to spending time in smaller towns and villages, using the skills of disguise that he'd learned from Kantarou to keep himself safe and hidden, so that he'd never have to deal with the hatred his condition brought upon him.
Personality: Haruka is a bit of a strange one; he is highly dedicated to his trade and his work, while still being extraordinarily lazy and unmotivated most of the time. He is polite enough to those that fund his lifestyle, he has to be in order to continue receiving money from them while constantly missing deadlines and not turning in his work. He is a bit of a money whore, preferring to risk his time and energy on get rich quick schemes versus real jobs and the like. Beyond all this, he is still very cunning and smart, able to persuade and connive those around him to get the things he wants and needs. While not a loner per say, he is no social butterfly by any means; maintaining a moderate network of business associates and contacts, as well as a small circle of actual friends which he spends time with when he can afford to, or is actually willing to go out in public. He isn't a fan of larger cities, preferring small villages and the countryside, where he can goof off in peace or actually find the youkai and such that he 'hunts' as an exorcist in peace. This also gives him the chance to check out the historical sites and out of the way places where the best legends and folklore hides, which allows him to chronicle new tales and earn a quick buck.
Roleplay Sample: The biggest issue with how fast he’d jumped onto the ship to this country; he was dangerously low on any and all supplies that were desperately necessary for his safety and comfort. Special salves and creams needed to protect and heal his damaged skin, herbs to soothe his finicky stomach, balms to cover his eyes while he slept so that he wouldn’t wake up blind after long days in the blinding sun. Beyond that, the specialized concealers he needed to mask his identifying marks when undercover. He was in a fairly bad position, plenty of money but almost no supplies, and no idea where to find them. No guarantee that he could even find the rarer of the batches. At the bare minimum, he needed to find the herbs and plants for his skin and eyes, he could function on the concealers he had with him for a few weeks before running out. If he could find the village he was supposed to be in, he could put in an emergency request for supply with his handler and have some delivered to him; but for the moment he was on his own.
Fun.
Wandering the village had him gravitating toward the market stalls, ignoring the perplexed looks from the locals and focusing entirely on not drawing more attention than what he was already getting. He needed an apothecary first and foremost, he’d look into getting more… local clothing after. His luck was stronger than normal that day, as he stumbled across a fairly well stocked stall that screamed apothecary or herbalist. He about squealed for joy when he saw the foriegn selection, several of his most desperately needed herbs and medicinal plants where on display, and for fairly affordable prices in the amounts he needed. There was even desert white aloe; that would do so much for his aching skin and eyes.
“Good morning… Can you tell me if you have...?” he was listing off some fairly obscure items, most of which he didn’t expect anyone to have, but it was worth the try, “...white aloe, willow bark, and dried brown oak mushroom?” He continued, giving approximate amounts of everything, with only really the willow bark being a large amount, but that was normal given how much you had to ground and boil down to get the Salicylic acid from the raw bark. “I apologize for the large request… I’m running fairly low on my supplies at the moment…” He was trying to project an apologetic, slightly nervous tone; a defense mechanism. It was insane how often he was attacked for asking for half the things he did, locals rarely trusted outsiders and some of the things he requested could be used to make rather…. Nasty poisons and explosive packs. Nevermind that they’re all medicinal in nature, after centuries of wars even civilians were wary of anything starting the fighting back up. Given his strange dress, he couldn’t pretend to be a traveling medicine man like he normally would, so he was trying for the nervous kid too young to be a medic, but obviously trying to learn the craft from some master, given his knowledge of some of the things he was asking for.
