Haar [APPROVED 5-4]

Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:54 am

» Name: Haar
» Titles: None
» Age: 17
» Gender: Male
» Affiliation/Rank: None

» Appearance Description:
Haar has a soft face. His skin is gentle, but it seems like a mask. His face shows someone who has gone through so much adversity in his life. He is gentle and kind in this aspect, but his mask that covers his unfortunate past is rather obvious. His mask shows a person who is strong-willed, someone who does not give up in the face of defeat, but the obvious emotional scars bulge against the surface. The golden pools of his eyes are distant, and they swirl with the many prices of his life. They shimmer and shine with a dull gaze. His hair is purple, and each individual strand caresses the sides of his face. Some strands hang loosely in front of his eyes, but he does not bother with moving them. The strands along the sides of his head fall short of reaching his shoulders. His brazen yet soft shoulders carry that heavy load constantly. His chest is fine; his abdomen is lean. He shows no obvious signs of strength, and any strength he does possess is limited. His fingers are lanky, almost feline in nature. His back gracefully bends; his waist is steady. His legs carry a muscular tone to them; obviously running is his strength. His fine yet muscular legs give him great agility. He has no obvious marks on him, no visible scars or injuries.

His normal dress is very modest. He dawns a moderately-sized scarf, and this scarf hovers about him in the breeze but does not hinder his movement. This brown garment is something he wears with almost every outfit, regardless of matching or clashing; one would guess there is an attachment to it. He generally wears some shade of blue or green, and the types of shirts range from short-sleeved tops to long-sleeved winterwears. He does not wear any clothes that expose his abs, and he does not like for people to see more than him than is necessary, a shy one in the body. He generally wears similar wears for his leggings. Blue and green are common colors, and he does not often stray from this consistency. The leggings can range from baggy shorts to torn pants. His footwear is generally worn, and they are black with deep purple streaks.

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» Personality:
His personality is greatly affected by the events of his past. As a young child, he was bright and cheery; he loved people. As shy as he was, that young person loved to socialize and meet new people. However, as the years passed, events changed him. He became colder to the world, more introverted. He hardly saw himself as valuable, and he lost faith in life. Stories change, yes, and this one is no different; however, the past continued to shape him, his personality, his being. Pessimistic, he calls himself a realist. He treats the world coldly and does not do much to intervene in the affairs of others. He finds a hard time socializing, and he does not easily open to others. Optimism is hard to come by with this person, and he generally expects the worst. The flipside is that he believes in purity and morality; the immoral world sickens him. The one thing he hates about the world is its corruption. To dream of a pure and peaceful world is his nightly endeavor.

» Likes: Storms, Solitude, Shade, Realism, Purity

» Dislikes: Bright lights, Gatherings, Immorality
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» Background:
The ghettos of Karakura, such a lowly place, were not ideal in terms of technology. They held a sort of old charm, not being able to keep up to the norm. The depths of the darkness, the bottom of the barrel, the inhabitants were rough and thick-skinned, cold-hearted until the end. Desperation was not uncommon; perhaps it was more uncommon to see a straight-shooter in the midst of all the chaos. Untamed, the ghettos ran rampant with lawlessness. It was a rough life, and only the tough would survive. A man named Katsumi and a woman named Kikyo tried to sustain their lives in the ghettos. Life was tough, constantly avoiding danger, the threat of attack. Men filled with power and rage stormed the streets, taking whatever they wanted. Katsumi was not the strongest ox, but he was able to hold his own. In fact, he appeared tougher than he truly was; this helped his wife live safely. After spending years together, they bore a son. They named this child Haar.

During infancy, Haar experienced many difficulties. His childhood was filled of sickness and weakness. He did not develop very well. His body was thin and frail through his youth, and his parents had to protect him from the elements. The outside weather and ailments were not the only thing over which to worry; the social aspects were dangerous. Anyone in a foul mood would be able to kill the child instantly. He was not fast, not quick, not strong; he was unable to handle himself even to someone his own size. Smaller and weaker, he would just be prey. This fear drove his parents to shelter him, to keep him safe. Being sheltered, Haar would sit in his room and listen to the sound of the rain; he would listen and sometimes hear voices in the breeze.

Katsumi and Kikyo couldn’t keep Haar locked up indoors forever. Haar was eventually allowed outside in his later childhood. He had a hard time adjusting to life outside of his home. He hardly wandered outside of the property. “Freedom” was a very loose term during this part of his life. He was free to do whatever he wanted outside, but he chose not to do so. Being accustomed to the sanctuary of his home heavily domesticated him, and he had trouble adapting

Haar was walking home one day with a couple bags from the store. He had run out to grab some milk and bread. As he walked, he heard footsteps behind him, but each spin would result in no answer. Even as he continued to walk, he would see no one behind him. Just as he rounded the turn to his street, a large man approached him; in his hands was a large butcher knife. Haar’s innocence drove his actions; he had no idea how dangerous the world truly was.

“Hey, kid, don’t you live a couple houses from here?”

“Yes, I do. What are you going to cook with that large knife?”

“Oh, this ain’t for cooking; this is insurance. Now, come here.”

The man reached his large hands for Haar. Instinct seemingly kicked in gear, and Haar turned to run. The man managed to get a grip on Haar’s shirt, and Haar was hoisted into the air. Kicking and struggling, Haar yelled out for help, but the people nearby just continued with their lives. They weren’t going to help; they just were letting it happen. Haar was scared and confused; he continued to squirm in the man’s grasp until a well-placed kick hit a pressure point in the man’s arm, causing him to drop Haar. The groceries hit the ground before Haar did, and the boy struggled to gather up the bags again and run. The man gave chase, yelling obscenities at the boy. Haar ran and ran, trying to lose the man. It was no use, the man was gaining ground quickly. Haar turned into an alley and found it to be a dead end. The man stopped at the entrance of the alley and started to laugh.

“I was going to use your for ransom, but killing you is just as good for the entertainment!”

Haar desperately looked around. He saw no exits; he was walled in. He saw a window and tried to open it, but it was locked. He saw a large drain spout and tried to climb it, but he wasn’t strong enough to lift himself. The man got closer and closer, and Haar backed further and further into the alley. His back hit the hard brick behind him, and he cowered as the man got closer still. He sat down, tears beginning to form in his young, golden eyes. The large man brought up his hand, the blade shimmering in the dim light.

That whisper again…

A ringing noise of a blade blended in with the breeze. Red shot from the man’s mouth, and blood splattered onto the young Haar. His eyes widened as he saw a flashing light behind the man. He swore, just for a second, that he saw a swordsman in a cloak walking away.

Katsumi hugged his son tightly upon Haar’s return. Kikyo quickly took the bags from Haar and embraced him.

It was then that Haar, despite how young as he was, made a resolution not to be weak anymore.

Time passed. Haar grew bigger and stronger. He was no longer that thin, frail boy that was nearly murdered in an alley. He would prevent anything like that from happening again. He worked out, training himself. He swore he would not be one of the weak ones; he swore he would be able to protect himself. While he did not become an amazing muscle star, he did fill out his form. His muscles were firm, but he was still lean. He worked on his cardio and his mobility, soon finding himself a fantastic runner. He learned of the layout of the suburbs, the grid in its entirety. Each day, his mental map of the city grew larger and more detailed. More and more he found that he could easily navigate in just about any situation. Each alley had its own special navigation. Each street had its secrets. Over the next few years, Haar became more capable in surviving the treacherous streets.

One day, Haar was coming home; there was an ominous air, something being wrong. Just a feeling of dread was soaked into the space about him. He raced home immediately. Upon arriving, he found blood on the door. Bursting inside, he found them, the two mutilated corpses that would change his life.

Having been admitted to an orphanage, Haar lived out the subsequent years in loneliness. While he tries to keep himself in check, there’s just something not quite together about him. Opening up to people has become tougher for him.

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