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Haru Freimann

"Thou believest that there is one God; thou doest well: the devils also believe, and tremble."

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a character in “True Cross Academy”, as played by kiran-sama

Description

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Name:
Haru Freimann

Age:
15

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Role:
Exorcist

Romantic Interest:
N/A

Rank:
Esquire

Exorcist:
-Aria-
-Doctor-

Height:
5' 5"

Weight:
128 llbs

Weapon:
Although his only weapon is technically his voice, Haru tends to keep a pair of brass knuckles on his person (typically hidden), in case the need arises for... physicality.

Job:
Haru works some early evenings as a librarian




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Personality:
Haru is of the quiet sort (meaning he's naturally perfect for his favored library setting), preferring the comfort of his own thoughts to the company and words of other people. He personally believes that other people most often have little to nothing to say to him that is worth his attention, unless, naturally, they are in need of his help. This is one of the main reasons he keeps to himself so much. He will more often than not have his nose buried in a book of some sort, because they are, according to him, worth his time and focus. The book he will, nine times out of ten, have somewhere on him at any given moment would be his Bible, which leads into his next trait. Haru is a very religious person, a devout Christian, thus making it his utmost joy to read the Scripture. Haru is a thoughtful person, and rather serious, meaning that, while he's a very intelligent person, some things that people say can go over his head sometimes, especially crude jokes. As for his temper, it is extremely difficult to rouse Haru to the point of violence, but it does happen. And when it happens, it is explosive, to say the least. Effective, too. But that doesn't mean he has to like it, though. In fact, he loathes losing control of his temper. He believes that violence is the sport of heathens, not something to be engaged in unless it is for the sole purpose of protection, either of his life, the lives of others, or, say, something of a larger scale. This is how he justifies to himself the demise of demons. Oh yes, the demons. The one thing outside of himself that he has a burning hatred of. Now, of course, he knows that it is not proper to hate anything, but he just can't help himself when it comes to agents of the unholy. Coming into contact with one of them is more often than not what triggers his hidden fury. But, other than this, one would certainly find that Haru is a rather virtuous character, and, even though people aren't his strong suit, he will readily help a soul in need, if it please the Divine, and he will take charge of a situation and become a leader if need be.

Likes:
-The Bible-
-Reading-
-Quiet-
-Rain-
-Solving problems-
-The Library-
-Independence-
-Learning-
-Classical music-
-Every single animal on Earth... except dogs-
-Romance novels (although they're not very... virtuous. A guilty pleasure, if you will)-

Dislikes:
-Demons-
-Loud noises-
-People bothering him for no reason-
-Being angry, or upset in any form, really-
-Liars-
-Profanity-
-Dogs-

Talents:
-Although he really doesn't look the part, Haru would make a talented boxer-
-Adaptable (in most cases), and quick to learn from his mistakes as well as the mistakes of others-
-Trilingual: Japanese, German, and English-

Flaws:
-He lacks extroversion, meaning that basically he won't speak to anyone unless they speak to him-
-His outrageously violent anger-
-His religiousness can often lead to him being a bit closed-minded at times-
-His lack of humor-

Hobbies:
-Reading-
-Playing the violin-




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Bio:
Haru was born into a heritage of exorcists: His grandparents on both sides of his family tree, maternal and paternal, had been exorcists in their time, good ones at that. Not only that, his parents, too, had carried on their predecessors' work; both were established Dragoons amongst the Knights of the True Cross. As such, one can imagine that Haru had quite the shoes to fill. However, his parents felt it would have been cruel to thrust a young child into the world of demons. Because of this, they guarded their firstborn son heavily from the threats and presence of demons, but instructed him heavily in the ways of Christianity. At the age of ten, his parents informed him of the reality and nature of the demons, but still kept him protected from their assaults while they prepared him for the day he would begin to see them. That day came on his thirteenth birthday. He received his temptaint in the dead of the night, as he slept. A hobgoblin managed to slash him across the chest before he awoke and his parents came to his rescue, defeating the creature with ease. From that day onward, Haru began to see the demons. Rather than fear shoot through him on every encounter, it was a mix of anticipation, and anger. He studied them, observed their strengths and weaknesses, even keeping a few journal entries on them every once in a while. However, he had been forbidden to approach them by his parents. Of course, if he had disobeyed his parents, his approach towards demons would not have been friendly, not in the least. For a couple of years, he dutifully studied under the guidance of his parents and his religion, until his parents decided that it was time for him to join True Cross. Haru swiftly graduated to Esquire, and, having tasted the fury of battle against demons, he is secretly hungry for much, much more.

Relationships:
Father:
Dietrich Freimann
Age: 38
-Upper Second Class Dragoon/Tamer-

Mother:
Kamiko Freimann
Age: 37
-Upper Second Class Dragoon/Doctor-

Younger Sister:
Airi Freimann
Age: 12

Younger Brother:
Jirou Freimann
Age: 9

Youngest Brother:
Ryuu Freimann
Age: 1

Older Cousin:
Makoto Taniya
Age: 18
-Esquire-

Younger Cousin:
Miki Taniya
Age: 14
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Thoughts towards Other Characters:
Miki Taniya:
I am quite fond of my youngest cousin. She is surely virtuous in a number of ways, however, at times, she can be... eccentric. As for her violent streak, she swears it is all in the name of self-defense and enrichment. I believe, though, she is a good friend, all things considered. I have high hopes for her.

Makoto Taniya:
I do not like her. I cannot quite put my finger on it, but there is something... off-kilter about her. I will remain diligent, and ensure that I do all in my power to keep her from stepping out of line.

Theme Songs:
Normal Theme
Cellofourte- The Last Night

Wrathful Theme
Crystamanthequins- Erik "Jit" Scheele

Miki and Haru
Ee? Aa, Sou- 96Neko

So begins...

Haru Freimann's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Rina Okumura Character Portrait: Miki Taniya Character Portrait: Sonny Koizumi Character Portrait: Aurora Sanctus Grant Character Portrait: Makoto Taniya Character Portrait: ~;Mei Norou Makazaki;~
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Mavis Jeska


Mavis always woke up early, which is why she was at her class so early. She looked upon the few students in front of her class, either slacking off, sleeping, or talking. Rarely any of them were studying, and the ones that were well... It wasn't surprising to her though. She wasn't given that much respect as a teacher because of her age and being a student also. The only respect she was given was for being serious and strict in some way, no one looked her beyond that.

It's not as if she really minded though. This was daily, this was life. As a teacher, she had to deal with these things, always being the calmest and most accepting one, no matter the circumstances, which was why she was so open to letting people sleep in her class, 'It'll affect their lives if they don't pay attention in class the next time we all go on a mission...' She thought with a sigh but shook off this unpleasant feeling and glanced at her papers she had to grade and sat up straight in her chair before grabbing a pen and beginning to write.




Yuen Tatabana


Yuen woke up early, and by accident because his alarm was on and he didn't turn it off the night before, seeing how he'd always do that, but just because he hated waking up early. Usually, he'd wake up late, leaving behind first, second, third, maybe even his fourth period if he felt like it. The first year, his teachers were always angry at him for skipping his classes, but after him staying for so long and constantly repeating all his mistakes, all the teachers got used to such habit.

Slowly, he rolled off his bed, hitting the ground with such force it probably woke up the other heavy sleepers the floor below him. And yet his hand missed the alarm clock, leaving it still to ring as he brought himself off the ground, the blankets along with him. He brought his hand forcefully down onto the clock and stood up with a wrathful look on his face before heading for the door, partially dressed and undressed. He went on a mission a day before, and got really tired while trying to change out of his school uniform. He didn't care about the weird looks he got from his dorm, so he just headed straight for class, not knowing what time it was and that school wasn't even about to begin just yet.




Xepher Dwei


Xepher lit a smoke before putting the lighter back into his pocket and looking up at the sky from outside the academy. He wasn't the type of principal to be lying around and doing nothing, so what he did in the mean time was talk to a few of the kids or just simply welcome the freshmen or newcomers, since there were people of many ages.

It wasn't creepy or anything. He was the principal, sure, but he was so young. Even a few students and teachers were older than him, but that didn't really matter to anyone apparently. Xepher was the type of man that was easy to talk to, the type of man who anyone could open up to, no matter the age or gender. It was the same both ways since he felt mutual.

He looked down at his watch to check the time and noticed that it was 7:45, "Seven forty-five kids! Make sure not to be late, alright?" He laughed and watched the few students he talked to walk off and run into the distance, 'Really... these kids are so interesting and funny to me...' Xepher told himself, taking a breath of fresh air for himself.




Jitsue Osaka


Jitsue was sitting underneath a tree, holding a book up to his eye level and scanning it quickly. To most people, it looked like a regular book, but he was studying human emotions, since he's a demon himself. Although people suspected him to be a human, he was most definitely not. He, along with three others, were the people causing so much trouble for the school, and yet no one knew, other than perhaps one; the principal.

He always had his eyes on him, being wary, but around the students, he knew they never suspected a thing, so he was able to read these books and be normal around them without any worries. Still, he acted normal, just in case.

There, underneath that tree, he waited for three other people who were just like him; demons. But they were demons who also caused trouble and stood undercover in the academy to learn weak spots so they could attack when needed. Instead of takling to the students who passed, he waited for the other three of his kind to talk to. He never liked humans. In fact, he hated them with all his life, 'Just to get rid of them would be a long life well spent...' He though with a small smile while his eyes switched from the book to the passing students, still searching for the three he was waiting for.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Miki Taniya Character Portrait: Makoto Taniya Character Portrait: Eira Akane Ueda Character Portrait: Jitsue Osaka Character Portrait: Haru Freimann Character Portrait: Jora LaFete
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Miki awoke that morning to the sweet, sweet sound of enraged shouting.

"-KI YOU LITTLE RAT GET YOUR GODDAM ASS OUTTA BED RIGHT FUCKING NOW BEFORE I REND YOU LIMB FROM FUCKING LIMB DO YOU HEAR ME?!? WE GOT PLACES TO BE YOU LITTLE SHIT, AND I'M NOT GONNA BE LATE BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Her sister's screeches tore her from her slumber slower than they could have, the volume seeming to increase with each passing moment as she drew more and more into the world of the waking. Her senses gradually came to life, and she made a small noise of not-quite-protest in the back of her throat, half-heartedly attempting to inform her sister that she was awake and (somewhat) aware. When the hollering failed to cease, Miki groaned as loud as she dared and rolled over onto her back. She really was trying to sit up, afraid that if she remained inactive any longer her sister would just lose it. After about thirty seconds of her struggle, she succeeded in her small endeavor and sat up, hugging her knees to her chest to keep from falling back over. As she blinked sleep from her eyes, Miki was surprised to find that her sister wasn't in the room with her, as she had previously assumed. Just as she noticed this, the yelling ceased, and Miki decided that the noise had come from Makoto's own room instead, probably so that she could get ready and yell at Miki at the same time. Leave it to her sis to be efficient.

Slowly, the girl dragged herself from her bed, removed the outfit she'd selected the night before from her closet (a habit of hers), donned it, and set about brushing her hair. As she did so, she heard a voice whispering quietly from the opposite corner of her small room. Miki-tan... Miki-tan the high-pitched, breathy, feminine voice murmured. Good... morning, Miki-tan.

Delighted at the presence of her friend, Miki cracked a smile in the mirror, continuing to brush her hair. "Good morning, Chiyo-chan!" she chirped, fitting a clip into her dark locks, to keep them out of her eyes. "Today, Big Sis and I are going to cram school! Oh, you can come too, of course. It's going to be really, really fun!" The girl set the brush down and rose from her seat in front of the vanity. She whirled around to face the corner, beaming brightly. Her friend was curled up in her little niche, red dress in tatters and long, dark hair unruly. Chiyo-chan hardly ever seemed to change, and Miki liked that about her not-so-imaginary friend.

"I... I don't want you to... go there... Miki-ta-"

"MIKI!" Makoto's yelling cut off Chiyo-chan, and before Miki could do anything, her friend vanished into thin air. Dismayed, the girl grabbed her schoolbag from by the door, her sister's voice penetrating the thin walls. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, NOW! WE HAVE TO GO!"

"I'm coming, Sis!" she shouted, desperate to stave off her sister's frustration while she could. No sooner had she slipped out of her room and into the hallway of the small apartment than her sister appeared at the other end, bag slung over her shoulder and eyes narrowed in a terrifying scowl. Makoto's hair was in partial disarray, showing that she'd only woken up a little bit earlier than Miki herself, and had obviously taken much less care in getting ready. Miki held back a sigh. Her sister was not a morning person.

"Jesus, there you are! Let's go already." Makoto growled, hands on her hips, weight shifted to one leg. Miki did her best to smile in an attempt to spread some cheer to her angry older sister.

"Okay!" she agreed, and followed her sister out of the hallway. On her way out, she grabbed a leftover biscuit from the kitchen to eat on the way to school. The sisters left the building, Miki trailing a few feet behind Makoto (as specified prior to the start of the school year), munching on her biscuit as she went.

The walk to school took about fifteen minutes at most; the two girls lived rather close to True Cross. Their parents had found for them a living space close by for the very reason of convenience (provided that Makoto would be a suitable guardian and adult of the house in the absence of their parents). Once they'd arrived at the massive campus, much to Miki's dismay, she... she lost her sister, who had disappeared in the crowd of people. Once she realized that she could no longer see Makoto, she stopped in her tracks, looking around as though she were lost. Actually, she kind of was. Makoto was the one who knew where everything was, and she was gone now.

Slowly, she started walking again, brows raised in confusion, wishing more than ever than her friend was with her then.

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Christ, she was glad to be rid of that little brat. For the time being, anyways. She had things to do. At least, she thought she did. Something told her that she had to be somewhere. She did have somewhere to be. She knew she did. Somewhere where her damned half-sister couldn't be following her to, which was why she deliberately and smoothly lost the girl in the crowd, weaving through the throng of students. It had been all too easy.

It was just sheer bad luck that she happened to (quite literally) run into her goddam cousin. They bumped into each other, and Makoto stumbled back a few steps before straightening up and glaring at him. He'd been reading his Bible instead of watching where the hell he was going. Stupid fucking Jesus-freak. God, she hated him. He regarded her evenly, which only pissed her off all the more.

"Good morning," he bid her, monotonous as ever. "Where is your sister?"

Makoto cracked a mischievous grin. Oh, she'd been waiting for him to ask that. She'd prepared a response that would piss off this Jesus-freak real good. "I don't know." She shrugged. "Am I my sister's keeper?" His reaction was all she had hoped for. He looked like he'd gotten bitten by something, it was priceless. He scowled at her and moved along, saying nothing more to her. Perfect. Adios, Jesus-freak. Good riddance to him.

Makoto walked for a time, not quite aimlessly. She had hoped that, if she walked through enough places, she'd remember where the hell she was supposed to be. It took her about five or so minutes to lay eyes on such a place: a tree. A tree with two figures sitting beneath it. She narrowed her eyes, getting a longer, better look. Yep. That was the place. She started for it, fingertips worrying the strap of her bag slung over her shoulder. It didn't take her long to reach the tree and the two sitting by it. There was that white-haired kid, whose name she really should have remembered but hadn't quite stuck, and then there was that other weird-looking chick.

She came to a stop by the two of them, eyes narrowed more out of unconscious habit than anything else. "Hey," she said, simply. She decided not to sit. Standing felt much more comfortable. "What's up?"

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He really did not like his cousin. His older one, of course. Makoto. There was something wrong with that girl. It gave Haru a feeling of undying unease. He shook his head as he removed himself from her discomforting presence, clutching his Bible to his chest as he continued his search for Miki. It was ridiculous that the two were related; he'd never met two people whose personalities were at such contrast to each other. It didn't make any kind of sense. When he was younger, he used to fantasize that Makoto was adopted, and thus not related to him by blood at all. Alas, he'd long since put away such childish thoughts, and had resigned himself to the fact that he and Makoto were, for most intents and purposes, family.

That didn't mean he had to like her, though, and that was one thing that made him happy.

He wandered for a bit, keeping his eyes peeled for his younger cousin as he did so, but for the most part, he was letting his mind wander as much as his feet did. At last, he came to rest on some stairs that were less crowded than they could have been. Haru sat down over to one side, against the wall, sitting on the top step. He opened his bible to a random page and began to do a little reading before school began.

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Jora had woken up no later than 3:52 that morning. He was a natural early riser. He was unsure if that was true for all demons, or just him in particular, but he had no problems with it. It gave him more time to make himself presentable to his adoring masses. Not that he needed that much time to begin with, though. A few extra hours never hurt, though.

At 7:50, he deigned to leave his dorm room, after he'd made sure that his hair was perfect, styled just the way he liked it, that his smile was striking, and his clothes were sharp and immaculate. He'd also dabbed a bit of cologne on before he'd departed, as well. Not only did it smell absolutely fabulous, but it also helped taint his demon scent. Not that he was worried about anything like being discovered or some such nonsense. But it was an indisputable perk.

He took a deep breath and exhaled soundly, starting an upbeat sort of saunter as he headed for class. He'd wink or raise a brow or even wave at any dames he caught the eye of (if she was cute enough, of course- he didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. Not that he could help how damn smoking he was). Jora tapped his pocket, and sighed in relief. His comb was in there. Just in case the need arose for some hair-adjustment. All was well. He never went anywhere without it.

When he arrived at the door of the appropriate class, he checked his watch. Damn. He was early. There was no such thing as "fashionably early", dammit. He had an image to keep. Rather than to show up awkwardly before class began, Jora strategically positioned himself across the hallway from the door, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, one leg crossed over the other. He started whistling a tune, eyes scanning around for anyone whom he could take an interest in.