Post by Haruka Tenou on Aug 17, 2011 19:25:31 GMT -5
Haruka Amara Tenou
Nao Takagi
Out Of Character
Name: Sam.
Age: Seventeen.
Any Other Characters: Nope.
Code: Luna Prism Power.
RP Sample:
It was cold, but honestly, she liked it that way. Speeding down the coast at all hours of the night, with the wind whipping past her and the power of her motorbike at her fingertips… It was something she enjoyed very much. The cold temperature also forced things into sharp clarity, things she sometimes didn’t want to think about, during the bright hours of the day.
She thought about her past, her present, her future. She thought about her destiny, her career, what she wanted out of life. She turned around and over and back again how they could all fir together. She would conclude that, normally, they didn’t. But somehow, in her life, they managed to. The past of an unloved, abused child; the present of a successful woman; the unknown future of someone whom was going places, but didn’t quite know where yet. The destiny of a soldier; the career of a world-renowned racer; the want of a woman to love her, who wouldn’t run at the first sight of her emotional and physical scars. How none of it should have fit together, and yet, in her life, it somehow did.
Without knowing it, she had come to a stop at the side of the road, the engine of the bike idling beneath her. Raising gloves hands, she removed her helmet, and shook the sweat free of her short, red-brown-blonde hair. Dark eyes regarded the water of the sea, as it churned and crashed against the rocks below. A gust of wind, howling in from the sea, swept over her. She sighed, closed her eyes, and felt what it wished to tell her.
“A foreboding wind blows…” she murmured, her words spoken in an alto-pitched voice lost to the element in question
She thought about her past, her present, her future. She thought about her destiny, her career, what she wanted out of life. She turned around and over and back again how they could all fir together. She would conclude that, normally, they didn’t. But somehow, in her life, they managed to. The past of an unloved, abused child; the present of a successful woman; the unknown future of someone whom was going places, but didn’t quite know where yet. The destiny of a soldier; the career of a world-renowned racer; the want of a woman to love her, who wouldn’t run at the first sight of her emotional and physical scars. How none of it should have fit together, and yet, in her life, it somehow did.
Without knowing it, she had come to a stop at the side of the road, the engine of the bike idling beneath her. Raising gloves hands, she removed her helmet, and shook the sweat free of her short, red-brown-blonde hair. Dark eyes regarded the water of the sea, as it churned and crashed against the rocks below. A gust of wind, howling in from the sea, swept over her. She sighed, closed her eyes, and felt what it wished to tell her.
“A foreboding wind blows…” she murmured, her words spoken in an alto-pitched voice lost to the element in question
The Basics
Name: Full Haruka Amara Tenou.
Nickname(s): None.
Age: Eighteen (18).
Gender: Female, though often taken for a male.
Birthday: January 27th, 1991.
Member Group: Sailor Senshi (though technically unawakened, she knows of her destiny as Sailor Uranus… she just hasn’t henshined yet).
Personality
Likes:
- Women.
- Racing.
- Running.
- Fast cars/motorcycles.
- Playing the piano (though no-one knows this).
- Martial-arts.
- Catholicism.
Dislikes:
- Men.
- Wet weather.
- Her annoying fangirls.
- Dealing with her emotions.
- Incompetence.
- People making fun of her religion or herself because of it.
- Being a senior in high school (she likes school).
Strengths:
- Hand-to-hand combat.
- Driving.
- Running.
- Logic/strategy (math/chess, for example).
- Schooling her emotion completely blank.
- Doing what must be done without emotion of any kind.
Weakness:
- Being social.
- Dealing with her emotions.
- Issues with her past.
- Her ability to be emotionless.
Dreams:
- To win the Formula One World Grand Prix.
Fears:
- That her destiny will turn everything she’s worked so hard to build on its head.
- That she’ll one day wake up, and that this has all been a dream, meaning that she’s still a child.
Overall Personality: At times, Haruka is emotionless, cold, and distant. That’s only when she feels threatened, however – like she's being accused, like she has to defend herself with everything she has, including her sharp tongue. Outside of these situations, however, she’s a tiny bit more open. Though, due to her upbringing in an extremely broken and, for lack of a better term, dog-eat-dog home, Haruka is more reserved with her emotions, and expressions. This is due to the belief that expressing ones emotions and feelings is a weakness, and will get them killed.
She’s most reserved about her sexuality, and slightly with sexuality in general, though that doesn’t bother her as much. She is also good at concealing her feelings behind a mask, but will only do so if she doesn’t trust herself with what she really feels. She regards her greatest weakness to be the people she loves, if only because she loves them so dearly. But, being the kind of person she is, she won’t allow this to be known, nor will she ever really express her love. She doesn’t know how for the latter, and the former is because she wants to keep them safe and happy, even if it is at cost to herself.
History
Mother: Kazeko Tenou.
Father: Joukuu Tenou (deceased).
Siblings: None.
Other Family: None.
Status: Single.
Birthplace: Osaka.
Overall History: Born on the twenty-seventh of January eighteen years ago, Haruka’s childhood was never an easy one. Her mother was often away, and though she tried to love her daughter, it never quite worked. As for her father, the man was a drunkard, and though Haruka knew the way to avoid going to school black-and-blue was to keep quiet and stay in her room… Stubborn child that she was, she endured many a beating at her father’s hands. She lost her innocence to her father and a group of his friends when she was eight years old.
At the age of twelve, after enduring both rape and the usual beatings at her father’s hands, Haruka had had enough. As many unexplainable items often turned up at their small, ratty apartment, Haruka knew exactly where she would find a gun. She still hates to remember how the revolver fit into her hands that day. She’d checked the magazine, made sure it was full, took aim, and squeezed the trigger, shooting her father multiple times in the head as he slept. To this day, she thanks God that it had been freezing, so she was still wearing the gloves she had put on for school.
She left a note for her mother, knowing the woman would come home eventually, and hid it in a place only her mother would ever think to look. Then, she packed her few things in a backpack, and ran. She hitch-hiked to Kyoto, where she joined a band of street urchins. They pulled low-scale robbery, petty theft, and the like, but Haruka had always wanted something more, she knew that much. When she was fourteen, she joined a gang – she still has the tattoo of the blood red butterfly below her left collar bone – and once she felt that she had used them as much as she could, she ratted them out to the police, and headed for Tokyo. She was fifteen years old at that time.
Haruka spent the next year biding her time. She had saved up whatever she could from her time with the rag-tag gang of street kids, and then made use of those skills to snatch what she could from the real gang she had been a part of. All told, she had enough to get her own one-bedroom apartment, which was really all she needed. As for the rest of her expenses, she found herself a job at a mechanic shop. She had always been in and out of mechanic shops throughout her life, so she knew more-or-less what she was doing even before she was hired and learned the real ropes. This was where her love of cars and motorcycles was born.
At sixteen, she enrolled herself in the local high school, Juuban High, and set to focusing on her studies. Street smarts were all well and good, but she could never hope to get much out of her life without at least trying to get an education. And try she did – with better results than she had hoped. By the time she was seventeen, her letter-grade average was a B, and she had been introduced to driving by the guys at the mechanic shop. In the year since, she had also been introduced to racing, when it was noted that she took to driving like a fish to swimming, and she was signed on with one of the teams for the junior circuit of Formula One.
For her eighteenth birthday, the guys at the mechanic shop had gifted her with a motorcycle, something she had secretly wanted for a while now. But, something else came with her turning eighteen. Dreams had begun to plague her – dreams of a disastrous future, or a long-forgotten past, and of her destiny as a soldier within it all. And, though she knows whom she is, what she is, and what she must do, she refuses to accept it, refuses to have this destroy what she has worked so hard to build.
Haruka knows she is Sailor Uranus – but it would take Pluto herself to make her accept it.
