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OOC Info: Name/Alias: Otaku786 Gender: Female Contact Information: PM Other Characters: None
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When he goes vampire-slaying, the headmaster always wears his best dress and make-up. He likes to feel pretty while hunting for monsters in the sewers.
IC Description: Name: Hope Whittemore Alias/Nickname: Haru Wakahisa, Tituba the Witch Age: appears 16 Gender: Female Race and Level: Vampire, Level C Status: Night Class Student

Appearance:
Spoiler: click to toggle Haru is relatively brunette, with hair whose brown highlights glow copper in the sun, but also bear an ashy gray tint in the shadows. Her hair used to reach evenly down to her waist, but it was once hacked off. She now keeps it trimmed about her shoulder blades, and she usually wears her hair down, but she occasionally ties her hair with red ribbons. She also cuts her bangs at an unleveled but straight angle to favor her right eye, and shorter strands frame her face by curling slightly beneath both – large eyes whose crimson bloodlust underlay their natural brown color, framed by thick black lashes. The size of her eyes, demure nose, and cherubic roundness of her cheeks, along with her meek demeanor, cause Haru to appear younger. Her innocent air, though, is contradicted by the contemplative arch in her eyebrows, concentrated gaze, and controlled smile. Unless somebody calls for her direct attention and an expressive response, Haru’s face remains passive, but still somewhat approachable because of her inviting childlike features.
Haru has smooth, french vanilla skin and a naturally slim stature emphasized by the bodice she wears beneath her clothes: softly curved shoulder, flat stomach, and trim waist. Haru stands about 5’6 and dresses neatly. She hides her cleavage, emphasizes her hips, and accounts for her long and slender arms with tailored jackets, including that of her school uniform. Other alterations to her uniform include thin white gloves and combat-like boots. Outside of class, she still wears gloves and uniforms of sorts, but in dark colors with slim ties and slacks (rather than white with ribbons and skirts). The boots and slacks accommodate for or conceal black cuffs on her ankles. Additionally, whether in class or not, Haru always carries around a long, thin black chain of square links – she incorporates it casually as a belt, and people might ask questions but eventually accept it as her signature fashion statement. She has never shown anybody the brand of a black cross beneath her left shoulder blade, over her heartbeat.
Personality:
Spoiler: click to toggle Simply, Haru is a late bloomer. Haru is not shy, she is reserved; she has learned to assess the physical and emotional atmosphere around her before doing anything, an indication of her weary mind. It’s when she’s introduced to new places and faces that she seems the most withdrawn, taking to corners or wherever else is the furthest away from others, which she does to analyze the entire situation. When she deems it appropriate, or simply necessary in some cases, Haru will approach and introduce herself if nobody has confronted her first – and although this seems like putting herself out there, it’s mostly to analyze conditions up close. In the past, said method was only used to gather information and influence circumstances. Now, however, she has perhaps found the chance to use her skills for building genuine relationships.
Despite initial hesitancy, Haru can be authentically friendly and willing to help, having been eager to please Lucia for a century. She can use her talent of gathering information for seeing conflicts from all points of view before evaluating the best way to go about things. She’ll try to empathize with whoever she’s talking to, and as a result, could never be judgmental and actually reveals a dormant sweet nature. In conflict with her background, Haru loathes the thought of death and murder because deep down, she still has Hope's gentle and patient soul. She craves friendship and closeness but denies herself contact with anyone but animals. The problem is that Haru is too protective of her secrets and doesn't remember her human life surrounded by friends. She’s used to being left alone as a Level C, or only interacting with others with a motive, and possesses trust issues having learned to keep everybody at an arm’s length in case they betray her.
Other Information:
Spoiler: click to toggle Haru hates small spaces or rooms without windows – it’s one of her fears left over from being tortured by Americans. Haru’s also fears herself. Even though she’s been stabilized, Haru fears the power that comes with being a Vampire. She sometimes has blood-stained nightmares, memories of her journey around the world. She hates herself for the lives she’s had to take.
Haru doesn’t like the thought of drinking human blood and isn’t currently close enough with any other Vampire to share the intimacy of the act. She prefers to eat human food anyway and loves sweets, especially chocolate. Still, after so long of depending on Lucia to bleed for her, Haru hopes the blood tablets will be enough to sustain her until she can relocate her Sire. She fears the descent to a mindless Level E.
In her free time, Haru likes to bond with birds and sketch them in a leather-bound notebook. Also, she likes to practice small tricks with fire, like forming blazing roses in her palm or shaping flames into animals. Haru is evidently fine if not indifferent with pacifism, given her past relationship with the human named Kazuo, and the tension between species and levels bothers her.
IC Background: Biography:
” I danced for the Devil; I saw her, I wrote in her book…”
Spoiler: click to toggle Haru Wakahisa was born as Hope Whittemore to British soldier Jasper Whittemore and a Japanese woman named Yoko in 1876. Haru couldn’t remember her time as a human but Yoko died while giving birth to her, so Jasper took her back to Britain and raised her by his self. Jasper had been a good man with average wealth and a great love for Yoko and their daughter, and Haru had loved her father in return. Soon after Haru turned 16 in 1892, though, Jasper was called in for service and reluctantly went to help secure the Ijebu Kingdom of modern-day Nigeria for British colonization. Haru didn’t hear from him again and, as she had no other family that she knew of, felt abandoned.
Meanwhile, in the Yoruba kingdom of Ijebu, Jasper had been found by an old woman calling herself Tituba down by the Yemoja River, where he’d been left for dead after the battle. This was the same Tituba who’d been tried for witchcraft exactly 200 years prior in Salem, Massachusetts. The whole time, Tituba had been a Level C serving a “Devil with the head of a woman, two legs, and wings,” also known as Pureblood Lucia Wakahisa.
Lucia was a mystery; vague even to the few companions she made every couple of centuries. She took kindly to young maidens and, after stabilizing them at Level C, pruned them into stealthy companions capable of gathering information for her: she made full use of the fact that Level Cs can be exposed to sunlight and would send them out among humans. Lucia was also indifferent toward pacifism, using both species to meet her goals. While they served her, Lucia placed special shackles on her servants' ankles and branded crosses over their hearts. Eventually, Lucia rewarded her servants by granting them “freedom”, even though Level Cs could never truly be free of their Masters and the ankle-cuffs and brands remained.
Tituba served Lucia after being broken out of jail and, after two centuries, had been allowed to return to her home in modern-day Nigeria, where she found Jasper dying. He asked Tituba to pray for him and his to-be-orphaned daughter, whom he carried a picture of, and Tituba obliged. After he passed on, Tituba showed the photo to Lucia, whom she still kept in contact with. Intrigued and wanting a new companion, Lucia traveled to Britain to locate Hope Whittemore. She found Hope in an alley and saved her from a group of drunken men. Lucia healed Hope and, when she was strong enough to survive the change, turned her into a Vampire. Hope had been hit on the head, so when she awoke, she couldn’t remember anything except Lucia saving her – not even her name. She didn’t understand the concept of Vampirism nor that she was one until the thirst overwhelmed her, and Lucia gave her blood. After being thus stabilized, Lucia renamed Hope “Haru” for the springtime youth she exuded, and Haru took Lucia’s last name before leaving to travel with her Mistress.
Haru grew to love Lucia more than any of the Pureblood’s other servants, despite her shackled freedom, mostly because Lucia was all she knew anymore. Lucia was a beautiful Pureblood, appearing in her early 20s with waist-length hair the color of a dove’s wings, and eyes like deep-pink diamonds. She always wore gothic styled clothing with cross symbols, and left black feathers in her wake (an indication of her raven summons). She also wore black chains like fashion accessories. Haru was dedicated to pleasing her Mistress and excelled when accomplishing her given tasks, and Lucia grew fondest of Haru for her unwavering loyalty even in her times of absense.
The 20th century brought another wartime era, and many of Haru’s missions took her across the globe. She succeeded in all but one mission, concerning a Japanese soldier named Kazuo, who’d been involved in bombing Pearl Harbor during World War II. She reflexively saved him from suffocating in his submarine due to lack of oxygen and dragged him ashore to care for him until he healed. While doing so, she fell in love with Kazuo in Lucia’s prolonged absence, to Lucia’s jealous disapproval as she watched from a distance. She allowed Kazuo to fall in love with Haru in return before catching him alone one day and brainwashing him without Haru’s knowledge. Under Lucia’s influence, Kazuo lead Haru to American authorities and revealed her as being a witch, turning himself in as a wartime prisoner at the same time. Deeply affected by Kazuo’s betrayal, Haru allowed authorities to take her into custody as well. Of course, with her Vampire abilities, the human technology for the tests they performed held no affect and the "witch" theory found evidence; they discovered the branded cross on her back when they hacked off her hair and deemed her a demon. They declared her “Tituba the Witch” of the 20th century.
As with the original Tituba though, Lucia came to break Haru out of confinement and messed with any human memories involved, reviving Haru’s ignorant adoration. Lucia gave Haru some of her special black chains, saying to think of her whenever Haru felt lonely again. Haru saw the chains as a gift instead of emotional manipulation, since they allowed her attraction to birds (similar to Lucia’s power over ravens). For the next half a century, Haru continued to follow Lucia and do her bidding even in her times of absense, including orders for assassinations and learning to manipulate fire at a low level. Finally though, Lucia left Haru in the streets of Tokyo one day, and Haru hadn't seen her Mistress since. Lucia had covered her tracks so that Haru had no hope of finding her until Lucia willed it. Once again, Haru was left feeling betrayed and abandoned. After wandering fruitlessly, Haru came to Cross Academy wishing to do what she’d learned to do best: gathering information. She cherishes Lucia’s gifts knowing they bond her to her Mistress, and sees them as a promise that Lucia will return before Haru falls to bloodlust.

Family and Other Important People: - Yoko (mother): deceased-1876 - Jasper Whittemore (father): deceased-1892 - Tituba (Lucia’s previous servant): deceased-c.1900 - Kazuo Sakamaki (Haru’s previous love interest): deceased-1999 - Lucia Wakahisa (Haru’s Pureblood Mistress): missing-since 1999
Items of Note: (from Lucia) - *Long and thin black chains - *Ankle cuffs - Leather-bound notebook - Slim-fingered glove collection
Character Goals: - To gather information on Lucia’s whereabouts - To make friends - To find love again
Powers, Abilities and Notable Skills: - Good with birds - Analytical skills - Quick reflexes - Playing with fire
RP Sample:
Chains...
Spoiler: click to toggle Hope barely heard them beneath the sound of the men’s loud, slurred guffawing, but it was there. A beautiful tinkling. Like chimes on the wings of a dove. She thought it odd, that she would hear such a sound in such an unknown alley, under such appalling circumstances. Maybe the one with the dirty beard had slammed her head harder than she’d thought, and she was imagining things. Or maybe they were about to tie her up so she couldn’t crawl away, seeing as how Hope hadn’t stopped her thrashing trying to get the man on top of her off. They’d already gagged her with their handkerchiefs, muffling her scratchy screams as they dulled to pained moans. Even her struggling was weakening with the loss of blood from her head and the wound in her side.
There wasn’t much else she could do but wait and hope that she’d pass out.
Her eyes were shut, face pressed to the ground, so Hope couldn’t see who it was that screamed. It was a startled sound, like one of surprise mixed with a bit of confusion and a lot of outrage, cutting off one of the men mid-laugh. She didn’t think any of the other men heard it right away, because they went right on encouraging the man on top of her to hurry up and get it over with (apparently he was too drunk to figure out his belt buckle, the Neanderthal). And then she heard the chains again, just before that same man howled in pain. The laughter stopped then.
“John!”
“What the hell happened to Smith?”
“…Bloody Christ…!”
Shouts suddenly filled the alley. Hope, having no idea what was going on but seeing an opening, resumed her violent thrashing and depended on the men being too distracted by whoever or whatever had appeared to notice her. Her attempt was in vain. The man on top of her, surprised by her bout of motion and panicking for whatever reason, yanked her up by her hair before slamming the side of her head on the cobblestone again. Hope reeled, and her vision flickered a few times. Another shout joined the others – her own.
But just as suddenly as they’d started, the men’s screams cut off. Sickening gurgles and blunt thuds as four bodies hit the ground. Someone choking on their own blood. Hope’s head spun and her stomach lurched. It was all too much: she’d just been trying to get home after her late trip to the bakery, before it got too dark. She shouldn’t have tried to take that shortcut…Hope’s innards rose up to her throat and she spit up on the pavement beside her face. The smell probably stung her nose, but she couldn’t tell. Hope was hurting, and the child in her was crying for her daddy. She still didn’t know what had really happened to Jasper, and as far as her logic extended right then, he’d left her to fend for herself against the bad men. He’d abandoned her, even though he said he loved her. It hurt. She was fading; Hope was fading.
Chains.
They tinkled by her head, carried by a dove’s wings. Beautiful chimes. She couldn’t open her eyes to see where the sound was coming from, and in seconds, it didn’t even matter. A gasp…and suddenly, the man on top of her collapsed – his weight crushed her to the alley floor, and her breath left her in an exhausted whoosh. Help, someone, she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t…Oh. The weight was rolled off of her landing with a lifeless thump, and then Hope was rolled over onto her back, away from the puddle of her own vomit. She took a deep breathe of relatively fresh air and tried to open her eyes. Her head hurt, blood escaping with every pound and thump of her heartbeat, but willpower cracked her eyes open just barely, just enough to glimpse the dark sky above through her eyelashes.
Something black and white moved into her vision. Chains tinkled. A dove? No, a raven…deep pink eyes. An angel’s face. “Hope Whittemore.” Her ears heard, but her brain didn’t register. She spied glinting white fangs. The Devil.
Darkness took over. And by the time she woke up in an unfamiliar room - on top of a black, cross-shaped table suspended from the ceiling, back burning but restrained with strangely durable red ribbons and black ankle cuffs - she’d no longer be Hope Whittemore the human. She’d be a demon, never aging. She’d be Haru Wakahisa, Vampire. The Devil’s favorite dancer.
A chained soul.

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