Hikaru Kurama ✦ Daddy

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Hikaru Kurama

sixteen || heterosexual || male || hero

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE

✔ INTELLIGENT,CAPABLE,
PROTECTIVE, CONFIDENT, ACTIVE



NEGATIVE

✖ UNTRUSTING, BLUNT,
AGGRESSIVE,PUGNACIOUS,IRRITABLE



LIKES

✔ FIGHTING, PRAISE, RAIN, RUNNING



DISLIKES

✖ WEAKLINGS, ALCOHOL, SMALL SPACES, TEARS



PERSONALITY


Hikaru Kurama is one to strike a different reaction out of everyone you mention him to. Naturally stoic, rude, and incredibly apathetic, dealing with Haru is usually a chore or a blessing. He's a hard worker by nature, he loves to get work done quick and to his best potential. When surrounded by people he dislikes, he tends to get quite and unfocused, unless he deems his opinion needing to be voiced. He works best with people who rise to his challenge or are naturally dramatic. He has no respect for people who don't earn it. If you can challenge his bitter words or unrelenting fist, he is more likely to become fond of you. He ultimately doesn't associate himself with people he decides are 'weak' or 'useless'.

Haru is also an incredible narcissist. He knows he has great looks, and he knows he has great talent. He isn't shy about admitting his admiration for himself, and how he is as a person. Yet, people don't always know this. Even though he's completely open and blunt, he isn't always talking about how amazing he is. He is very critical of what he, and everyone around him says, does or reacts to. Analyzing everyone down to a bunch of words in his brain.

In school, the boy always seems generally uninterested and bored with any topic that doesn't involve being a hero. To entertain himself, Haru loves to get 'reactions' out of people. The bigger and more unexpected the more interesting it is to him. He often plays this game outside of school too, where there is easier prey. Strangers are always for the better because they don't already know his normal personality. Haru is an incredible actor, lies fall from his lips casually and he can take on any persona he wishes to pull off his petty schemes. People commonly have labeled Hikaru as a threat because of this, and some don't even know what he's really like.

When close to Hikaru, he can seem different. His fondness is still shown aggressively, harsh, playful words and threats. Yet, when you're alone. It can be spoken in riddles, confusing words jumbled together that ultimately want to show that he cares. Haru is incredibly protective, and ready to fight at the beck and call of any of his people. He never backs down from a fight, not because of his temper--but because of his pride. He'd rather get a few cuts bashing some guy's head in then let the weight of a loss stay on his shoulders. Every fight not fought is a loss.

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 186 cn

WEIGHT: 150 lbs

HAIR/STYLE: Short and wispy, a shade of soft oak.

SKIN/SCARS: Fair skin with thin scars over his hands, and one large one across his neck.

EYES: Like two cups of coffee. Round and stoic, unimpressed.

NOTABLES: Anything specific to your character goes here.

With a pretty face but stormy personality to match. Hikaru is use to drawing a sparse crowd. Standing at 186 cm, Haru tends to be one of the tallest in the room. His body is lean, and lanky. Albeit, he has built up muscle from work he has put in. Defined abs and girth to his biceps. Most don't usually take notice to Hikaru's muscles outside of what they can see of his biceps from under his uniform. Mostly do to the fact that despite the weight of his muscles, he doesn't seem bulky until stripped. Hikaru has thin, oak locks, always found styled to perfection or brushed back with hasty fingers. He has very fair skin. It tends to give him a more feminine look, with his rounded lips and long lashes. Despite this, his masculinity is more prominent. Hikaru has a strong jaw and mean glare, his eyes are a soft chestnut brown. Captivating in their beauty but often caught rolling in vexation or glaring holes into someones back.

One of Haru’s most noticeable features is a thin, jagged scar across his neck. Against his pale skin it’s a constant flushed shade of pink, the scar itself a deep dried red. The scar is courtesy of his past, and speaks waves for him without him having to. Albeit, this scar does affect his speech. Having damaged his vocal chords, Haru often has a very scratched or strained voice, especially after a lot of sleep or lack of use. Sometimes, if hit directly, it can cause him a lot of pain and a worse off voice. Depending on how hard the damage, he can even temporarily be unable to speak. Haru always covers up his scar with crisp white bandages. Hiding it from prying eyes to keep the nosy questions at bay. That and his incredible RBF, in which he only loses the bitch from it if he's around someone he's comfortable with or children.

Hikaru's arms and hands are another story to the rest of his frame. He has very large hands, although with his quirk, they're extremely bone-y and prone to shaking. With his quirk always going to his hands first, the skin there is rough and scarred. His arms are constantly crossed with very prominent blues, this is do to him being a victim to Varicose veins. Being confident in his looks, the boy never bothers to hide them. Haru has a penchant for darker looks, most of it black or grey in color. He likes thing such as tight turtle necks, a throw over, or baggy hoodies. They are his go-to's, and although he doesn't prefer one over the other, he does have a penchant for lazy clothes on his rare days off; which happen to include sweatpants and a lack of a shirt. Style isn't entirely important to Haru, as he thinks everything he puts on makes him look great. Albeit when wearing uniform, he wears it properly and full of honor.

HISTORY

Hikaru never took to talking about his family. He was a prideful person, taking accomplishment even in his failures. To shy away from something so close to his heart seemed unlike him--out of character for someone so confident. It wasn’t anyone’s worst nightmare. It had even started off good. There was a family of three living in Japan. A couple by the names of Trisha and Enzo, and their newborn son Hikaru. Life was good to them, they were financially stable and happy. A content couple bound by rings, ready to start their family and fresh lives together. Expecting another child on the way not long after Hikaru and terribly excited about it. When she came to be, a lot of things changed for the better and worse. Rin brought happiness, companionship and best of all; gave Haru more purpose in life, to be a good older brother, to care for those he loved and developed a protection trait a mile wide. The negatives lied in their parents struggles. Another child was another mouth to feed and life to support; and while it seemed like an easy task before, Enzo had just received the unfortunate loss of his job.

Having not remembered most of his life as an only child, Haru adjusted quickly into life with Rin. He followed her everywhere, teaching her new things and watching her figure out lots on her own. They bickered, but what siblings didn't? Childish arguments delved into laughter after brief anger was forgotten. In their parents case, it was different. With the stress of financial problems and Enzo unable to hook a new job--they too, had arguments. Theirs were much louder, voices booming against the walls of their house as they verbally fought it out. There was more anger, more tears and a lot more words that Hikaru didn't understand at such a young age. His father would always leave after, slamming the door and leaving Trisha to pick up whatever minimal messes their fights had left behind. When he left, Haru felt concerned, sad, and curious as to where he was going--but now, thinking back on it, he knew exactly what his intentions were.

Enzo turning his stress and sorrows onto alcohol is what Hikaru considers to be the true downfall of the Kurama’s. He left more often, came back even later, jobs searches were more futile when he was too drunk to even find ones to apply for. His filter slipped when he was drunk, and their fights were more often--yet it was one night where the yelling was loud, Trisha's voice wet with the frustrated tears she got when the fights were bad; Haru curled up in his bed with Rin not far away, not able to sleep with all the noise permeating into their shared bedroom. Suddenly, there was a smack louder than words, and the shouting stopped. Brows furrowed in confusion at the sudden change of pace in the argument. Haru frowned. He didn't have much time to ponder it, taking the abrupt silence graciously to shut his eyes and sleep.

The Kurama's were always very pale, and fair skinned. Any faint mark on someone else could seem ten times more dramatic on them. So when dark pops of blue and purple began to show up on the skin of his mother’s arms, he was quick to notice. He couldn't understand why at first, but after his parents got sloppier with trying to mask the incidents; Haru got a front row seat to his father drunk swinging at her back in the kitchen one night when she back talked him. Trisha Kurama was a good woman. Her love for Enzo was strong, but her defiance and disgust in his swinging hand was stronger. She packed her things and announced her plans of leaving.
Enzo was furious, his words spat out with intention to hurt--but laced with desperation. Trisha wouldn’t stay long enough to listen, making her decisions final by gathering up Hikaru’s wrist and turning tail. Leaving Rin and Enzo behind, Haru’s eyes never leaving his sisters as they walked. His soft oak orbs brimming with tears, only allowing them to fall and blur his vision after Rin and Enzo were out of view. Trisha couldn’t even begin to comfort him, she could barely contain her own emotions. The train ride was filled with silence and poorly concealed sniffles. Pale hand clenched in another.

As years passed, Hikaru and Trisha settled in a quiet neighborhood cities away from their previous home. She had been strong about her decision originally, but as time when by, her facade crumbled. Without the love of her life, and her other child--she felt weak. As his mother officially checked out from her job, her parenting and life duties in general. The roles fell onto Haru.

It took a while to adjust to, having to take care of another person. Hikaru’s schedule took a complete 180 to be able to adapt to this lifestyle. He woke up two hours before school. He used the first one to ready himself and then make breakfast--the second used to wake up his mother and help her get ready--he prepared her outfits and plates for her to eat. Kissing her cheek before leaving for the school day.

His school days consisted of his complete silence aside from when the teacher called on him. He focused on his studies wholeheartedly and made sure his grades never fell behind. The kids in his class took to picking on him, it was small at first; leaving nasty notes on his desk, making a mess of his things, taking them, even. Hikaru felt confusion and anger at these acts. He had done nothing to them and yet they felt it was necessary to mess with him? He didn’t want to get in trouble and have the school involve his mother, so he kept quiet. Locking down his aggression and deciding that bottling it up and taking it out later was a better option.

Later came sooner than he expected. With him not showing much of a reaction to their teasing, the kids threw a fit--deciding to confront Hikaru after school. They badgered him with their words, kicking dust at him to try and get a raise out of him. Hikaru grimaced but made no other reaction, instead thinking about how much time he had before his evening shift at work. His guard stood strong, until one of the kids stepped forwards and swung his fist towards Hikaru’s head. The bottle of anger broke, and Haru felt his quirk ripping through his arms.

Hikaru didn’t make it to his afternoon shift then. Instead he was detained for his acts of aggression. Had to have his mother retrieve him from the local police station and pay a fine. Hikaru didn’t say a word. Just walked home and picked at the bandage on his face, wondering how angry his boss would be. His fighting habits didn’t stop then, he seeked it out. Goading kids at school to fight, or starting something with brutish looking men on the street. His fights led him to bad people, ones that he hung around and learned from as they took him under his wing. His personality felt drained, and Hikaru became jaded. At this point, his fights were an attempt to feel something besides emotion; which he was sure that he lacked.
Deciding to go to U.A was a path that he wasn’t entirely sure of. It had been his dream since a kid, his mother blocking out his sorrow about their family with action figures and TV shows. As a teenager who spent most of his time taking care of his mother and fighting in petty gangs from the streets of japan. Hikaru didn’t feel like it was his time to shine. Albeit, the more he studied and practiced his quirk (whether that was alone or taking out his fists on the bullies from his grade school), the more he enjoyed it. He found that he liked the idea of being a hero. Coming to someone’s aid and protecting them an idea that his stoic body latched onto in a way to cope. He would become a hero, and protect those in cities. Earning a name for himself and giving himself a purpose in life.