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Haruka Miyamoto

"What comes from the dark, will eventually see the light, or so my father says."|Year 4

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a character in “Misaki Creek| An All Boys Academy”, as played by Stark Contrast

Description

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AGE:
17

NATIONALITY:
Japanese

YEAR
Year 4



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SUPERNATURAL AFFLICTION
"Is this some kind of sick joke? Do they know about my family?"

"Eh, well I don't have anything real special about me, but since you mention an affliction, I assume you mean like a disease? Well, I don't handle my gas too well??"

SKILLS:
Eating
Reading Others
Track and Field
Can play the Violin (moderately)
Observant
Good at Critical Thinking
Has impressive precision/accuracy when it comes to arching or aiming things.

FAVORITE CLASS
World History

LIKES:
Violin
Shinto Temples
Traveling
Martial Arts
Eating
Talking about eating
Any dishes with meat
Politness
Sci-Fi
Mystery Books


DISLIKES
Being Called Sempai
Disrespect to both himself and elders
Cold baths
Wet Hair
When people touch his hair
Being broke
Being Hungry
The Dark



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PERSONALITY:
First and foremost, Haruka would describe himself as your everyday normal guy, most likely to distance himself away from the likes of his family, the Miyamoto's are notorious for disruptive, and plain crazy behavior all in the name of banishing those from the dark side. As a child Haruka always felt that that side of his family was something to be embarrassed about, and he isn't at all proud of the antics they've come up with. As such, he has have no belief in the supernatural, and dismisses the existence of such occurrences heavily in favor of not associating too close to his family's own misfortunes. He thinks he is lucky to be an only child so his parents do not have another child to influence with their tirades, and he's tried time and time again to craft a persona beyond that of what people usually ascribe to the Miyamoto name. Upon approach, Haruka is a rather amiable character, smiling, conversational, sociable, a character that is hard to resist at most times, but with this comes the fact that many see the young man as elusive, and unemotional. He rarely shows his emotions to others, and has a hard time keeping friends simply due to others not being able to know him deeply. He is troubled by what his surname brings, and therefore he doesn't want someone to see him an insane because of his immediate family.

Hauka has an odd sense of humor, and is easily frightened. He is extremely curious, and can be rather oblivious to some things. He can have a bit of a temper, and easily lured into verbal arguments, which can turn physical due to him having a somewhat stubborn streak. When he needs to face things despite his apprehension, he will, and he often tries to defend others when necessary. All in all, Haruka would describe himself as a good person, as far as relationships go, he's never been in one, and wouldn't know how to act accordingly, as such he is easily flustered by small gestures, and flirting usually goes over his head, though he is loyal to a fault, and a rather slow lover so to speak.

MISCELLANEOUS:
Favorite Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbvrM6Nj2Ok

As mentioned he loves traveling and eating, it is one of the few things that allows him a break from his current frustrations.
He is rather tall, standing at 6'2 and slender.

So begins...

Haruka Miyamoto's Story

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Character Portrait: Haruka Miyamoto Character Portrait: Hiroshi Tatsuno
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7:23am
Outside School Grounds


"Now that’s something you don’t see every day” Haruka Thought to himself as his bike strolled down the lane leading up to the Academy, a beautiful morning sprinkled with blooming cherry blossoms, the sign of Spring dancing it way into the small town of Misaki, and the creek that the school was built next to flowed with all types of algae, and beautiful petals that flowed on the surface, giving the creek an ethereal look to it. Haruka enjoyed this much more than the bungle of traffic where he was from, and the dingy little shops that served tea, or some other form of mundane entertainment, Misaki was a ways from the city life, and was slightly more rural than Haruka was used to, though rural not in the sense of poverty, just in traditions. The school served as a reminder of the ever changing world, at least that’s what Haruka liked to think. There was definitely something that this place feel perfect for school. Haruka was so very eager to take off from the grasp of his parents, to make his own way in life. It wasn't as if he hated his parents. No, they were good people, if not completely misguided and shameless. For one thing, Haruka honestly couldn't take his last year at his previous High School, the torment he received from classmates who had grown to know him and his parents antics for well over a decade had followed him throughout each of the grades, and with that came the usual sinister teasing, and rather backhanded compliments and insults. For someone like Haruka that knew such a thing couldn't be helped, he jumped at the chance to attend Misaki, a school which he admittedly had no idea existed until a letter came in the mail. Not to mention that he could hardly find anything online about the school either, almost as if it didn't exist, yet even then he would not deter from admission.

After a few strange questions which he figured must have been good enough, and not to mention his grades were above average than most students who attended his previous school, that much he wanted to believe was enough for acceptance. With his luggage in a large basket in the front of his bike he continued his trek there, unaware of anyone else who was attending or just why it was so far away. For him, as long as something fruitful came out of it, he could care less. Before he knew it, he found himself at the gates, moving his bike inside he found the racks where other bikes were typically stored, hit his brakes, and then got off. It must have been a good 2 hours since he left his home town, but he had no way of knowing just how far he trekked, only that he was a little tired from having to wake up so early to make it here on time. He stretched he sore limbs and chained his bike to the metal post. Looking around not many students were out and about, and the few who were talked quietly amongst themselves, so quietly that the nature surrounding the school could be heard over their voices, though it was more likely that Haruka was too far to hear any of them talk. It was then that the encroaching realization that he knew no one, and that this wasn't like him returning to another year at his designated hometown high school came along. Every face was different from the other, like he suddenly landed on another planet. He put a a nervous hand through his hair, realizing that it'd be more difficult to make friends in a place that he hadn't lived all his life.

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The violet haired boy picked up his luggage places in the bicycle basket in front of him before walking into the Main Courtyard of the school. the school looked like any normal school and Haruka had to find it in himself not to be nervous, he was nearly an adult for heaven's sake, and yet meeting new people still fazed him in a certain way that he couldn't explain, that he thought he had to blame on his parents, since most people were keen to the idea that their behavior reflected off of him, which would cause him further shame. This he realized crippled his social confidence, to the point where he was unaware of such a thing. Regardless, he sauntered up to the main steps of the school, a poster-board attached to the window pane, explained that students were to drop off their personal items at their dorm rooms, and then report to the Dining Hall for the 'Commencement Speech' at 9:00am, while breakfast would e served as early as 7:30am. That sounded pretty straight forward to Haruka, from there beyond the board was a list that had the names of students by Year, and Dorms. After a few minutes, and squinting his eyes a few times, he was able to find his name next to another, he memorized the dorm number, but would not be going to the dorms just yet. Instead he turned his attention to the Dining Hall, when a appetite for whatever was going to be served passed through him, he knew he needed to satisfy it. He walked over to the Hall glad to find the one thing that he was familiar with...food. He stood in line patiently awaiting to be served.
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7:05am
Teacher's Quarters


The unmistakable aroma of freshly bloomed cherry blossoms permeated the air, and with the it and the sun out, came the aggravating chirps of birds. It was a sound that Hiroshi hoped to soon forget, hundreds of years (or perhaps thousands with his memory) of having those same decibels intrude his ear canal while he slept was no walk in park. Indeed, Hiroshi was not a morning person by a long shot, despite having seen more suns that most humans could even dream of. If there was one thing he could wish, it was that animals of the avian type found a way to shut their traps while people like him tried to get a good morning's rest. Wait....that wasn't right....., Hiroshi eyes began to flutter once again out of unconsciousness. Birds don't chirp at night do they?" he asked himself, before realizing that morning had come, and for him hardly a good nights' rest, it was always like this when school came back in, the night before always made him anxious despite the process being the same as it had been for hundreds of years of the schools establishment, in many ways he accepted the butterflies he received from thinking about the new and returning attendees of the Academy, it was almost like holding on to a minuscule piece of humanity, not knowing what what he was, or what to classify himself as, Hiroshi could only act as every other being chained to this realm they called Earth. For him, that was enough philosophical yearning for the morning. He raised himself from the mattress, rubbing his sensitive eyes from the crust that usually accumulated there.

He began his day by the usual hygiene routine, walking into the bathroom, taking his clothes off and taking a shower, brushing his teeth, fixing his disheveled hair, none in a particular order or anything before returning to his room, and picking out the outfit he tailored for today, Hiroshi was not one for occasion, but every once in a while he liked to be fashionable at least for a time, or more like a week, the outfits in his closet were tailored for the entire week, and he already knew from many repeated tries that it wouldn't last any longer than that, but it was nice to let potential students know that their Headmaster wasn't a complete slob. As he fitted his tie into his dress shirt, Hiroshi made note of the fact that most people probably wouldn't recognize him as Headmaster, much like it had been for the last few years due to his age, and while he took this with as much tact as he could it was rather disheartening to see some students not even listen to him until they were made aware of his position. Looking into the tall mirror posted on the other side of his bedroom, he somewhat regretted having to choose this body to harbor his soul, as he had no choice, though he could admit that at least it wasn't someone with a frail, failing body. Vanity was not one of his strong points, but he had to admit that he liked his current body, and would prefer to stay in it if possible.

With enough of that on his mind, he picked up his jacket and strolled out of his room, walking past the multiple rooms in the Teachers' Quarters, Hiroshi noted that the place seemed much more full than he last remembered, it being modeled after most condos around the area made it a small little community within itself, and when Hiroshi first established the Academy, Dorms weren't even installed then, but of course he was thinking a number of years ago, when the Academy was relatively small, and far less likely to attract students due to the way superstition was handled by the masses, no doubt if they were exposed back then the Academy would have been lost to religious heretics, or some other insane group. Nowadays, some part of Hiroshi believed that Supernaturals like them would be accepted into society with either a grain of salt at their abilities, or probably as interesting. The way generations of youth separated themselves was so unique to Hiroshi, and how opinions and traditions change drastically over a few decades was part of the reason he established Misaki Creek. He wished for a day where they could fully integrate into society, where they weren't just stories to be told at night to spook children, or beings that could only exist in superhero comics. Humans typically had no idea that Supernaturals were all around them, and for that Hiroshi made it his life duty to make sure that would happen someday, or at least it was a goal he easily envisioned.

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He moved his way into the Teacher's Lounge, not yet ready to address the new batch of students coming in, and the returning who knew the routine. Instead he decided to relax, and take a few sips of caffeine which was mysteriously pre-heated, and the perfect temperature to drink. Today, they would start with the commencement speech, new students would get the chance to explore the school, and get friendly with their new dorm-mate. Settling into the school was probably the easiest part for most students, realizing that they weren't alone, and making the transition that much easier. That he supposed made it far easier than being around otherwise judgmental humans. Wouldn't that be a surprise? Humans at the Academy?.... He returned to sipping on his drink as the strange thought passed. "How absurd... he thought to himself.

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6:20AM





Why? Why did it have to ruin his perfect night of blissful sleep? The exasperating sound of the alarm clock's beeping went off in his head as he sat up from his bed. For what seemed like minutes, Sora did nothing but stare with clouded eyes as the alarm clock continued to beep and echoed of the walls of his room. On it went beeping, beeping, beep- suddenly Sora threw his pillow at the alarm clock knocking it off the nightstand and into the wall making a crashing sound until it finally landed on the needed-to-be-cleaned carpet. He groaned as he flopped back down onto his bed and covered the blanket over his head. 'Just five more minutes, just five more and I'll be fine..' he said to himself in his head. It wasn't until ten minutes later of lazily laying in bed did he realize that today was the first day that he would be going back to the academy.

He threw the covers off of him, landing half way across the room and literally jumped out of bed. Literally. There was no visible transition between him laying down and him standing, he got up that fast. Normally he wouldn't be this worked up about not getting to school as early as possible, but today was the first day of the school year, and first impressions were everything. Even if they did go to the school last year he absolutely couldn't be late. He didn't want people to think was some lazy, good for nothing, terrible excuse of a human. Well, most people already thought that about him, so their opinion wouldn't change very much. He grabbed the school uniform that was neatly ironed the other night and laid it out on his bed, ready for when he got out of the shower.

The rest of his everyday routine was the usual as he got ready for the first day. It would also be a great day to get some good pranks off, if he ever really got the chance. It seemed the first day of school was always the worst day of school, and also an extremely busy one. He was just hoping that he wouldn't get a roommate that was an absolute pain in his rear end. By the time it was 6:43, Sora was ready to be on his way to the academy. He didn't have to worry about breakfast since they should be serving it in the mornings.

His late mother didn't exist in his world of course, having died in accident when he was still a little child. His father tried his best to raise Sora but of despite his best efforts they ended up drifting apart since Sora entered middle school. Surprisingly, it didn't really bother him, he was always independent and the fact that he and his father never bonded with him didn't have much of a real effect on him. He had to admit that he was lonely at sometimes, though that was only expected of someone who had lost their mother at a young age and had an emotionally distant father. But at school he had plenty of friends to sorta fill the void his mother and his father left.

His father had already left for work by the time he got down stairs, so he would sadly have to take the bike to school. Not that he hated biking to school, it just wasn't something he would like to do every day, especially on the first day of school. He would much rather ride in the back of a nice and comfy car where he would at least get five more minutes of sleep before he had to begin the lackluster activity of getting ready for school. Though he supposed he would have to get over it, cause after this he wouldn't have to do it anymore since he would be living at the academy, even though his house was only five minutes away by care and twenty-seven minutes away by bike.

Sora friends have been almost everything for him from the very beginning, a lot of them he has known since the early years of elementary school. Until in the 5th grade he was held back for not attending school the appropriate amount of days. He wasn't as devastated as he was mad. Sora didn't understand why he had to be held back even when he had passed the grade and had scored above average on the test. It just didn't seem fair to him that he would have to be held back and all of his other friends would move on to middle-school while he would still be stuck. And while he is aggravated that the school would do such a thing, he got over it soon enough, though he still missed his old friends.

It was three years ago that he enrolled into Misaki Academy. It wasn't that he was tired of getting bullied for his weird power, actually not many people bullied him. He just thought that it was interesting that there were in fact other people exactly like him. It didn't take long for him to get adjusted to the school and once he did he start playing pranks on almost everyone there. Of course he got a good scolding from the staff but that didn't stop him one single bit.



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7:10AM



After the twenty-seven minute bike from home to the academy, Sora had finally arrived, with his luggage of course. He could already see some familiar faces in the academy as he made his was towards the dorms to get unpacked and settled in. "Ah, now which dorm room was it again?" Sora said to himself as the walked through the hallway, trying his best to recall the number of the dorm from the letter he had received in the mail a few weeks ago during summer break. 'Maybe it would've been a good idea if I had brought the letter with me..' thinking to himself he wandered aimlessly through the hallway. It took him quite a while before he had finally remembered the door room number and he made his way there quickly.

"Guess I made it here first.." he murmured as he entered the door room, seeing that there were four beds he chose the one to the far right of the room. There was a dresser by his bed that he assumed was for clothes. He decided that he would get done with unpacking then he would go down the cafeteria for breakfast. Sora didn't have much to pack up anyways, so hopefully he wouldn't have to take too much time with getting his stuff all neat and tidy, when it obviously wasn't going to stay that way. From what he could recall, the students were to gather at 9:00AM in the Dinning Hall for the Commencement Speech. Then after that he suppose school would start as and the rest of the day would be the ordinary mind-numbing school day.



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7:30AM



Once he arrived at the cafeteria he seen a bunch of people from last year as well as a handful of new people gathering around for breakfast. He wasn't going to have much for breakfast anyways, he had always been a light eater and it was something that he sorta thankful for, since he didn't have to stuff his face full of something every waking moment of his life. Sora continued to wonder about who his dorm mates were going to be for this new school year. It also reminded him that after this year of school he would no longer be going to this academy and he would be heading off for college. Not that it really bothered him as much as it would if he were in any other normal human school, it was that he was going to miss being able to see the same old new faces of his friends from the last year of school. Though he supposed he would make new friends in college, though there would obviously be an over whelming amount of humans and he would have to keep his power well hidden.

Whenever he was about ready to leave and go back to his dorm room he spotted, a violet haired young man who he'd never seen at this school before. He actually looked pretty average, 'Oh well, I'll get time to converse with him later' as he continued on his way back to his dorm room, which he hoped he hadn't forgotten the number of it.