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H A R U H I



[ ] N A M E
Haruhi Manami Onizuka

[ ] B I R T H // A G E
1.06.2346 (28)

[ ] R A N K
Lieutenant Junior Grade // Security Officer

[ ] R A C E
Human

[ ] A P P E A R A N C E
Standing firm at five foot five with a toned build, Haruhi seems a decent average for the contemporary citizen of Japan in the twenty-fourth century with an individual presence that inspires confidence. Despite her relatively mundane height, Haruhi has a conditioned and hardy physique to her appearance with well-shaped muscles and a preference towards colder, rigid expressions. Beyond that her hair is long— running down beyond her shoulders when let down though such appearances are rare as she prefers to keep it orderly in a roughly strewn ponytail.

[ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
Haruhi has three modes: deadpan snarker, by-the-books professionalism, and unapproachable storm.

At the cusp of it, Haruhi is difficult through and through. At her most sociable, Haruhi is amicable and jovial with deflections of sarcastic wit— the first “mode” of Haruhi Onizuka and probably the most likely to be found off-duty when she is enjoying the company of others. Haruhi has admittedly developed a jovial sarcasm as a coping mechanism since she was ten years old following the exponential depth of disappointment she felt from her father not being around in her life.

However, when Haruhi is on-duty she is on-duty and she will make it abundantly clear that she has no time for jokes, nonsense, or slip ups when she is in her second “mode” so to speak. The perfectionist attitude, the no nonsense attitude, the staunch stoicism, and nearly robotic sense of orderly manners can seem jarring for those who were more familiar to the jovial and friendly personality she exhibits in her downtime.

Then there is the emotional whirlwind in her final “mode” of personality traits— toxic snark, annoyed agitation, volatile anger, solemn sadness, and enclosed isolation. Whilst it is most rare this is the only mode that can supersede any of her aforementioned tendencies assuming she is emotionally compromised beyond a shadow of a doubt. Although this frame of Haruhi’s personality is indeed rare she has had fits of it in her life following the death of her father and the abandonment of her by her mother. She has been seeking ways to curb this facet of her personality for years though the results of such therapy is uncertain.

[ ] H I S T O R Y
Haruhi Onizuka is the daughter of Captain Kenichi Onizuka, the late Captain of the USS Melbourne, and an unknown mother.

Despite what it may appear, Haruhi was born and raised on the orbiting spaceport centered around the planet known as Midos V and for the bulk of her life has unsurprisingly considered herself equally as much as a daughter of Midos V as well as Japanese. As her father was a dedicated officer of the United Federation of Planets, Haruhi was raised largely away from the presence of her father and as a child felt a wayward angst believing that he had similarly abandoned her as much as her mother had when she was born— a melancholy that led to a series of awkward rebellions against her legal guardian as she became more decidedly unruly for many years. However, despite her emotional and physical outbursts taking control of her actions she was still exceptionally brilliant in academics despite giving the appearance of a delinquent as a growing hopeless call for attention.

After spending several years following her adolescent education, the appeal of a military career seemed to align with her wanderlust as well as a sense of unleashing her spite she held for the father she had barely known in her life and thus she decided to apply much like other individuals had in her situation— for Haruhi it seemed no matter what she did and wherever she went the interest in a career with Starfleet seemed to burrow into her mind in one way or another. This agitation, spite, and adventurous spirit collided and she was accepted into the Starfleet Academy at twenty years of age in the year of 2366.

Upon leave from the USS Melbourne her father took time to approach his daughter in earnest regret and to explain how proud he was of her; a sentiment that only seemed to agitate Haruhi at the time of their meeting. The last words she uttered to her father in said meeting would be the last words she told him before his untimely demise only a year later when he participated as part of the taskforce sent to halt the Borg insurgence in the conflict known as The Battle of Wolf 359, an unfortunate situation that led to the destruction of the starship. It would be a death that Haruhi would hold with her for the rest of her time at Starfleet Academy where she realized she had longed for her father’s attention and respect for so long to only have rejected him in anger. All anger she held in her gut turned into sadness and she focused intently on her aspirations as she went down the Security route in hopes of being able to protect others from unfortunate fates in the future.

Eventually Haruhi began serving on starships and beginning a prominent career— eventually leading to her settling as one of the principal security officer’s onboard the USS Yorktown (NCC-20045) by 2370 when the newly reinstated ship was looking for talented crew members for its return to service as led by Captain Herman Zimmerman. She spent the core of her years as an officer on the Yorktown achieving experience and accolades for her service for some time. As time would progress she was ultimately transferred to the service of the USS Orion and serves as one of the higher ranking Security Officers albeit not one of commanding clout due to her relatively young age and other factors.

[ ] S K I L L S
CQC: Haruhi had a turbulent and juvenile youth as she allowed angst to overtake her emotions in her teenaged years on Midos V— a fact that refined her physical conditioning as well as perception of fighting others bare-knuckled despite her being not particularly tall or imposing. In those years she focused on being smarter, faster, and tougher than her opponents when she got into brawls wherever she could find them and without concern for gender or species of the particular individual she offended. She was trained rudimentary martial arts as a child and extending it into these experiences only made it more apparent as she listened to no one and challenged everyone to try something against her person. This was refined and reworked during her time in Starfleet as more styles of martial arts and experiences forced her to be more capable.

Marksmanship: Haruhi’s time in Starfleet found her favoring simulations and situations where she had to be as quick with her fists as she was with a phaser; forcing her hand to be quick, accurate, and unfaltering. She enjoys utilizing phaser rifles but knows the standard phaser will serve her just fine.

Perceptive: Haruhi tries to observe situations to understand the best way to act which lends well to her talents in CQC and Marksmanship, but it also extends to her skills in creative thinking and adaptiveness in sticky situations.

[ ] O T H E R
— Really invested in learning about the culture of her ancestors which extends to cinema, music, traditional art, poetry, and literature.
— Utilizes kenjutsu as a form of therapy.

[ ] S A M P L E
No.

This wasn’t real— it couldn’t be real. After everything that had gone on in her life she had finally after all the years behind her begun to put things into perspective as she worked to put her life back on track. She had finally earned some sort of recognition from her father and despite her not talking to him for nearly a solar year she had finally been able to forgive him and she was ready to tell him that and apologize for her words she had said to his face when she had met. But… the universe had taken that away from her. How could the prospect even be real? Why could this be her reality?

No.

She kept reading the report. Captain Kenichi Onizuka. Killed in Action.
No.

He was gone.
No.

Haruhi let out a bloodcurdling scream in her dormitory as her shaking hands grabbed on to the metal tray as she swung it haphazardly before releasing it from her fingers— the metal colliding against her dormitory’s walls with a loud ‘clang’ as she began to lose her mind and her emotions along with it.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”
Working on the CS off and on, hope to have it done by this evening. Bear with me guys, my Star Trek is rusty.
R H E L I S S A

@Shadow Daedalus


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— The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —
— 6th Day of Summer —

It felt strange uttering only a given name with no title, especially considering the lack of intimacy she held but the curiosity of the situation made her relent nonetheless and humor his unorthodox request given their circumstances.

“As you wish, Prometheus.” She replied in turn as she kept herself to the conversation.

"How are you finding the Conclave thus far, Princess Rhelissa? I haven't had much of a chance to look around as of yet."

A valid question, but one she wasn’t sure how she would answer given how new the academy she had been admitted to was to her— she wasn’t like those who were students before but she supposed with how she appeared confident in her surroundings it could make the illusion of such things. In reality she would’ve preferred to be in a quiet room reading over a tome, scroll, or book with minimal human interaction; but she was no fool and she knew a lot of the point of The Conclave was to make bonds and be sociable with others though she wasn’t sure how she was going to do just that when people believed her to be cold and apprehensive towards social behavior. So she decided to keep to the conversation with the ivory-haired boy in front of her despite her misgivings.

“I haven’t either.” She took a brief moment before adding on to her statement. “But it is as large as any castle so there is bound to be something of interest eventually. After all, it is said to be the greatest academic institute in the known world.”

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L Y R I E L

@Hayazo


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— The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave —
— 6th Day of Summer —

She smiled as he continued to center his attention on her, a fact that was delightful for someone of her particular… mentality. In her time as a student of The Conclave she had forgotten what it meant to be approached without fear or anxiety as her “reputation” had not caught on with Prince Seldo thus she could plant her claws into him without issue; and given how he looked she was happy to plant them deeply so. As the amber-haired prince uttered a friendly albeit prideless speculation about what his relationship at the academy would bring her smile seemed to widen further. She wasn’t sure if he believed what he said about The Conclave defining him and deciding his worth as the heir to the throne of Forlonia; which to her was a ridiculous assertion despite the possibility of disinheritance as far as she knew about House Forletus the King didn’t have much choice to accept whoever his son became and hoped he wouldn’t bring the realm to ruin. After all, he had no more heirs to choose from.

As Seldo moved topic to her she twirled a finger around a loose strand of hair in flattered amusement.

“Alas I have not been home in many years, but yes you would be correct that it is the farthest of the kingdoms. But yes, ‘twas a long journey at the time and it did take time for me to settle in. But enough about me, what about you? You are new to this place, after all.”

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Y D R I A N

@Jay Kalton@Kit N Kat


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— Imperial Courtyard, The Conclave —
— 6th Day of Summer —

As the phoeni princess introduced herself to Ydrian he had noticed out of the corner of his eye that another student had stepped outside away from the incessant chattering in the Imperial Great Hall. It was understandable given the circumstances they had been dealt, but he didn’t expect to have it been the particular woman he was still all so enamored with to join him and Princess Nebetah out in the courtyard— though truly he shouldn’t have been surprised considering the blonde-haired tromani’s particularly disdain for certain dalliances; a fact he was certain had not changed. He did wonder what the reasoning she was sent to The Conclave however was considering the reputation she had gained wasn’t one of a troublemaker and he was certain she wasn’t too eager to be trapped in books and lectures. Perhaps it was the master knights and paladins who sat at The Conclave as instructors? or perhaps his assumption was wrong and she had become a little more bookish in her teenaged years of her youth? A warm amusement lifted through his mind at the prospect to see Aleandra of all people buried in books; the girl who used to hit him with a wooden sword for fun.

The girl that had taken his heart.

But it would be rude to just push Princess Nebetah aside without mention. Perhaps a way to include both girls in a conversation? A thought that he would gladly execute, indeed. Without rudely dismissing Princess Nebetah he kept his wide friendly smile and nodded. “It is quite a pleasure to be granted as such, but not to be curt if I may be excused for just a moment?”

As he was likely excused he took a few steps forward to Aleandra and as confident as he may have seemed on the outside— it was not so internally as his thoughts and emotions began to fluster trying to break his composure and force him to act out of turn and possibly embarrass Aleandra in front of another. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t do such a thing no matter how emotionally compromised he actually was. As appealing as romantically confessing all of his feelings and affections for Aleandra to hear as the warm ocean waters splashed onto the stone walls that held up the large fences with the sun shining down on them, there was a way about such things and an appropriate behavior. Sure, he was a romantic and very intimate with those he viewed as friends and peers but he was not a fool of a jester.

“I suppose the Great Hall has pushed out another one of us.”

He was nervous but he couldn’t show it.

“It’s been a long time, Aleandra, I hope you’re taking to this place well enough? Would you care to join me and Princess Nebetah for a dialogue?”

Was that too casual of a re-introduction to someone who is a Princess of the realm? A lady of high regard? Perhaps it was rude to presume they were still on a titleless basis and he had done something inappropriate? He hoped not, but anxiety had a way of taking shape for him but what he said was said and it was too late now.

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Interested and inclined to play House Baelish.

They don't exist yet, I'm pretty sure...
So in-between dealing with confessing my feelings to my now girlfriend and other stuff I’ve been thinking a lot about Hogwarts World Tour. I love the cast we have of players here and I want to work with them on the long term but unfortunately my inexperience with Harry Potter has really burdened me here. I like the character I made and the characters she potentially can interact with but every time I look at Microsoft Word for a post I can barely mustered two to four sentences and I don’t tend to like the sentences at all. I want in on this, but I refuse to burden you guys by waiting for my ass forever so I’m going to be transparent that I have no creative spark with Hogwarts World Tour and unfortunately I’m going to have to bow out despite really wanting to do the inverse.
I mean she was snarky in Juno and Super to a lesser extent than Juno. Smart People maybe but everyone in that movie was the worst. I get what the idea was but Ellen Page is more of a dramatic actress than an out and out snarky one.

She's both. I mean Zooey pretty much predates all three of them and I think does the snark pretty well; though Plaza's deadpan delivery is hard to beat.
<Snipped quote by Dynamo Frokane>

When was Ellen Page snarky? Because like the snarky actress these days is Aubrey Plaza or like Anna Kendrick's Twitter while Ellen Page is like who

Pretty much in every movie she was in that predates Plaza and Kendrick.
I thought Shadow of Mordor did it well.
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