Haruka Yasu

[Haruka Yasu]

▪ Name:

Haruka Yasu

" How old are you? I'm older than you'll ever be
I've been dead a thousand years, and lived only two or three
If I am Haruka, then you are a criminal,
And you should be killed by an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you, the world won't detest you
You never did anything any man wouldn't do "

▪ Name Meanings:
________" Faraway, distant " ; " calm "

▪ Age:
________looks roughly 17, but has been here for nearly 200 years since she was *actually* 17.
▪ Gender:
________Female ♀

▪ Appearance:
________Soft looking slate gray hair falls down to her shoulders, framing her long, sad looking face with slanted inwardly hard violet eyes which have virtually no black pupil in the middle of the purple---just an endless lavender ocean of ice. She's a bit tall for her portrayed age, with a slim elegant body and soft, cold pale skin. She moves with grace and usually either has expressionless or a distaste look on her face. Her nose is small and nothing much, but her lips are plush and can only be described as " kissable". Like two pink soft petals, mostly motionless, they are the temptations for many.
________She wears skirts and baggy sweatshirts with just socks---she lost her shoes long ago. She had unusually small feet for her height, and so most of the footwear in the mansion is too big thus making it a nuisance. One object that you won't necessarily *see* on her, but will always be there: is her knife. With a straight silver blade and a black hilt, it is always waiting for its next victim.
________Haruka walks with grace, but not with self confidence. Due to her past events, she does not trust men. She despises them. They make her go insane, mad, angry, but really it's just her way with coping with the fear inside. She's afraid that all men are perverts, and so she wears large shirts to hide her plump bosom. Her skirts are of the proper length, but due to her height it makes them a bit short in appearance. She is unaware of this---or else she would wear sweatpants, too. Beneath the long socks she has beautiful majestic legs and lovely little feet, but she prefers the socks on. They make her feel more in control, somewhat.

▪ Personality:
________Men make her sneer. She despises them, due to past experiences. Women, she will try to seduce for her slaves; but if she ever had a male slave she would torture him to all the edges of death. If one ever tried to take her, her knife would appear in her hand and her numb looking face would soon be compared to the devil's. She's normally a calm and gentle woman with sly and graceful steps, but if a male were in the room it just makes her so angry with everything she does, even to the other women in the room. It's like they intoxicate her. Drive her insane. She can't stand them.
________If she ever has a humorous day, it will be very dry. She is not one to giggle, the best you could get out of her is probably a smirk. That is, unless she is going mad or trying to seduct a woman. Otherwise her eyes are always stagnate, but not dumbly---it is clear that there is intelligence there. She mourns for no one, loves no one more then one would a pet fish, and her trust is as thin as melting ice. One failed move, and you're off her list of goodness---if you can even get on the list. Haruka has never had a friend, and does not plan on making any.
________It's not that she sees humans as objects; she just sees males as villains and females as maidens. She believes in reincarnation and has deluded herself into the fact that all higher souls were put into the female body while lower went into the males. She believes they were sent her to tempt the women, to condemn to a seat next to them in hell. She would sound like a complete lunatic if she ever tried to explain it to you, but it's her beliefs nevertheless.

▪ The kind of people Haruka likes:
________Females.

▪ Haurka's Role:
________Master.

▪ Type of Sex Haruka prefers:
________She likes the control, prefers the shy types. Men disgust her.

▪ Custom Title:
________*Just* A DEAD _Little Girl?

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▪ Haruka's History:
________The smell of soot, bio and ashes was the place where Haruka originally called home. It was the 1800's, Britain, and the industrial era was high in the air, in her lungs, in her eyes, and in the economy. Her mother had been weakened by her birth and many other failed attempts to have a son, all of which died just within days of escaping the womb. Haruka was considered the lucky one, although she always knew that her father would've preferred a son. " Girls ain't worth nuttin'," he would mutter to himself before throwing on his cap and heading off to the mills for work.
________Sooner then later, Haruka's mother---who had gray eyes looking soulless and would wander the house cleaning, sometimes letting tears just drip down her cheeks from the mourning of her babies, ignoring Haruka---she died when Haruka was nine. Her father embraced gin like they were soul mates, while Haruka continued to try to keep up the house. Soon they lost the house, and they had to move into a small shack with some other people who all smoked pipes and complained about the weather. Haruka did not converse with the other children, who all seemed oblivious to the economic crisis that her father and their fathers were fighting day after day, and when she was twelve she began her first job---full time. She had always taught herself at home anyways, so she never missed school. She never even knew what it was like.
________The mills were treacherous, the hard work made her weak and thoughtless; there were no dreams at all of her slim possible future, only the longing to get through this one day. And then the next. And then the other. It was ageless, it was torturous, it filled her heart with middle aged sorrow and her lungs with soot and sickness. She worked there until she was fifteen---for three straight years!---when the child labor law came into effect. Into the schools she went, and it made her father angry. His eyes looked sullen and much too far back in his head now, as if those three years had aged him doubly so. He had a crazed look to him, and would often mutter to him and talk to his dead wife when he thought he was alone. Haruka watched him turn into the insane man that sent him off to the asylum, and the entire time she was silent about it.
________Due to her father's outbursts that sent him off to loony town, the other students at school no longer even tried to speak to her. She still lived in the rented shack with the smoking men, and she would work part time to pay for it. School was mindless, work was mindless, her eyes hardened and dulled. She knew no love. She felt nothing. The world was as dark as the clouds pumping out the chimneys, the smoke clouting her lungs and turning her voice into a soft whisper. She'd go without speaking for days, and it seemed to make her throat smaller and less durable, as if it were a muscle in need of exercise.
________It was not as if before her father went insane she had friends anyway, it was just that after the occurrence they didn't even try. Haruka did not feel alone, she did not know any meaning, this was the way it had always been, she knew not of the meaning of friendship. Not until she met Mr. Shermen, who also showed her the meanings of betrayal, hatred, and heart break.
________Mr. Shermen was her social studies teacher, who was in his late twenties. If Haruka had friends, she would've known that he was considered nice looking---not that knowing this would change her hatred for him, and what he did. She was sixteen when it began; the friendship. A helpful hand reaching out. It was so unexpected to her it was startling. Sherman noticed her lack in homework, how she would do it in homeroom and sometimes fall asleep because of her late hours at the mill that consumed up all her free time. Because he was rich---originally one of those snobby kids who was kept up inside to run the family business of some tech thing, but then grew a good heart and decided that he wanted to help the world, he came to Britain to teach for much less then he could've gotten elsewhere; to him, life was a game---because he was rich, he told Haruka that if she were to stay after school and let him teach her, then he would pay her double the amount that she would get from working at the mill. After a day of shock, Haruka gratefully excepted.
________She learned more in one month then she did in her life. Plus, she got a friend. He was funny, intelligent, and soon caused her heart to swell and flutter like a bird's wing. She began to smile, her lungs began to clear, and suddenly she found the most beautiful thing in the world: hope. Six wonderful months went by and she felt like she was dancing on clouds; but of course, all good things do not last forever. Of course not. It's always the blasted miserable things that do.
________Does insanity really run in the family, or was it just a coincidence? If nothing had occurred to Haruka, would she have remained sane, or was she doomed from the beginning? Not that anyone'll ever know anyway, but it's the thought that often tortures her. It was Sherman who ruined her outlook on men, it was Sherman who took her innocence, slapping her and saying that she owed him, she had been paid, shut up this is nothing. You are nothing. His fingers learned her figure, his lips tasted hers; she realized then that she really was nothing---but neither was he. He was a rich boy who wanted something when he wanted it, and due to his brute force he got it. In denial, Haruka returned the next day---trembling from the horror of what had happened, trying to convince herself that it was just a mistake, he would apologize; or better, she had been dreaming. Sherman was the best thing that ever happened to her---how could he change into the worst thing so quickly? But no. It happened the next day. And the next day. And the next. And the next. And the next. And the next....
________She became paranoid that everyone was after her, everyone was staring... staring... staring... she wanted to rip their eyes out, she wanted to scream and run but had no where to go, no one to turn to. Maybe she should do nothing? Sometimes she muttered to herself, telling herself to shut up, this was nothing---the words that he said to her. Sometimes she muttered that she would kill them, kill them all with her hands, she would dig her fingers into their skull and pickle the eyes, she would cut off each finger one by one, burn the scraps alive... her dreams were filled with longings of death, and in the end: they always ended in her own.
________Finally it came to an end. She did not know what set her off to change this, but it just felt like the right time. She came to school with a couple guns and her knife, slaughtering all the males everywhere she went. She saved Sherman for last, because it took the longest. Due to the fact that the school was next to the mill and what happened in there was concealed by the noise. It was too late when the police---even weaker then as compared to now---arrived. The survivors were babbling about a dead looking violet eyed girl, a few were just silent in shock, for they had been in the same room that the remains of Sherman were found in. The school had only had roughly 150 students attending it, and only 57 came out alive.
________For ages the polices searched for Haruka, but they could not find her. They followed her trail of murders, all males, they soon realized, until it just vanished without a trace. Into the mansion Haruka had went, a place where it was as timeless as her hatred for men. She stayed awake and alive there for about fifty years, and then grew bored and restless and took a coffin down to the basement, where she just lay, staring and breathing and sleeping, until now.
________She's back, she's bad, and her knife can never rust. She wants every male dead or at least mortally wounded before she dies, and in this timeless trap she waits, lurking and plotting, in her murderous insane life of death.

▪ Sample RP:
________See Aiko. ;]

▪ Password:
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[Misaki Haruka]

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