Name: Minamoto-Kono Haruka
Alias(es): Subzero, Lady Haruka, Twenty-Third, Justice
Callsign: Subzero [ Stylized as Sub0 ]
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Rank: somethin'
Occupation: nothin'
Birthdate: February 14th
Elemental Affinity: Wind, Water, ICE, BLOOD, CRYSTAL, VAPOR, KINESIS, METAL, SCORCH, & MIRROR.
Blood Type: O-
Mask Design: The face of Inu Endo's skull.
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Appearance:
History:
- Let it be written that the young woman known as Kono Haruka had been swept away from Mist with the catastrophe that had wiped it off of the face of the earth. However, she had been quite young during these events that had taken place. Hell, she hadn't even but a vague thought in the back of her mother's mind, having not been born yet. So remembering what had happened during this trying time was something that she could not do. However, it is not like anyone wished to remember such events in the first place, right? When Mother Nature became imbalanced with outside agents, infected to the very core, then she retaliated. Suffice to say that that negativity had reached the inner-workings of the young girl, also finding a way to infect the way that she functioned and the way she thrived, awakening recessive family genes in it's wake in the fetus.
Often times, it was cold. The young woman was sensitive to the summer time heat, and she reveled in the winter time bitterness. It was only when she could dance in the snow barefooted that she truly felt like she was prepared to take the world on, to be confident in herself and her abilities. At least, that was how it felt when she was a child. Her mother always complained about how she was cold to the touch, but the woman would still make the effort to clutch the girl close and treat her like any other child. When her cold breath would collide with the air, it would cause plumes of vapor to float up and away from her, giving the illusion that she was always stuck in a frozen wasteland. However, a select few of her friends within the Academy had deemed her unusual air to be 'cool', or even interesting. Only excluded by a few, she grew up normally, with no real backlash against her emotions or mental status. She grew up knowing that she was a Haku.
Though, the cold never seemed to really bother her, she was always seen toting around a black and fuzzy jacket that she'd keep wrapped around herself. It had always been a bit over sized for her, but she made it work out just because it was something that had been given to her by her family. Always being one who was involved within her family and social life, she was a kind hearted individual who strove to make people smile even though they constantly seemed to be wallowing in their sorrow. Thus it led to the girl attempting to be comedic in a way, which in a sense did not really work out because she just did not feel the way she was attempting to cheer people up, she just did it. So it seemed she needed to stash away the comedy and focus upon developing her skills as per the requests of her mother. So thus, she did. She worked to push herself to new heights, at this point achieving Genin status at the age of twelve.
At the age of twelve, it was an interesting time in her life. Missions occupied her life and she was always working to be a volunteer in her community, fighting the bad and helping to bring the good in. Along her team, there was a boy named Souji whom she always felt like she needed to compete against. Nothing against him, really. She just felt the need to be better than the boys, to show them up. Hey, it was perfectly legitimate, right? Right. Onward. But it always seemed to be like she was on par with the boy, and it was slightly frustrating to the blonde. It was wrong to want to show people up for the pure ideal of showing them up, but competition ran deep in her blood. It was something that always echoed strangely in the back of her mind.
These echoes would be her little secret, though. Naturally, she'd keep these things that may be deemed insanity or anything of the sort to herself, but between you and I. . . She always had something bound to her very soul. It grew, morphed, and fed off of the power that she was gaining. It seemed that her secret was safe. . . safe enough anyways. It seemed that the near-demonic fits were growing worse, though. She found ways to control it, though. Be it letting off steam in a secluded area, or even just sitting down to have long and drawn out conversations with her 'inner-demon'. Still, though, she hadn't a clue where this demon had come from. Perhaps it had come from her affiliation with the frozen wastelands, or maybe it was a manifestation of something more that lurked in her soul.
Granted, it was not going to control her life. She was going to push on. Her team worked together fluidly, and it seemed like they were some of the best- - - but that's just a personal bias in the back of her mind. Still, though, she had the whole 'I have to be better' mentality going on. It was just a method that she used to bury other feelings deep within herself. If she had something else to focus on, then she wouldn't focus upon these strange feelings that picked at the back of her mind. Now passed on to Chuunin level, these feelings were even stranger at the age of fifteen. These feelings also began to intermingle with the demon that had also gone about dubbing itself 'Haru' in response to her own name being Haruka. Not a day went by that there wasn't a confusing conversation in her head with both of the Haru's going back and forth.
If someone could read her mind, they would be really, really confused.
It was for the better that that wasn't a thing. Gradually they would up their ante, stepping up the missions they would partake in and attempting to push their very comfort zones. No one ever got ahead by sitting on their behind, right? Right then.
The only scrapes and bruises the young woman would find were with her Jinchuuriki as she attempted to keep the blood thirsty demon under wraps. Other than that, her life sailed quite smoothly up until the point where her mother became too sick to hold onto the Daimyo position, where she decided to take up the reigns at the age of twenty-one. Sure, she had parted from her team, but she would always keep them close. But it was short lived, the young woman couldn't contend with the pressure of being normal while holding a demon within her.
Finally, she would fade back into the shadows, becoming as elusive as she could be as she was taken over more and more by the demonic force within her. Let it be told though. . . What doesn't kill her. . . Will make her far stronger than before.
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HARUKA IS STONE BORN. PLEASE STOP TRYING TO SAY THAT SHE IS NOT. ANYONE SAYING THAT SHE IS NOT OOCLY WILL BE REPORTED. I'm tired of you all trying to slander and lie about what my character is, has done, and will be doing. Stop trying to influence IC with your OOC drama, thanks!
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