Halt! This article requires an immediate clean-up!
You can help out by editing this article. If we don't tidy up this article soon, it may be marked as a candidate for deletion...
Haru was born in a small village, located within the vicinity of the southwestern Farmlands. His mother, the renowned Scarf Hero Rosina Lanette, would usually travel in and out of their home to raise income; his father usually attended to their family farm, sowing what few seeds they can afford in order to reap as soon as they have become ready to harvest. As such, he was usually left in the care of his grandparents, who would teach him of basic life in the Farmlands.
After three years of living in the farms, Rosina managed to save up enough money to move to an apartment building located in the YuTuian Residential Area. His father quickly applied for a job in the area, allowing Rosina to spend more time with her son. The two were as close as any other mother-child relation could have been. Sometimes, Rosina would read Haru a book, usually something of a slightly advanced child's level. Haru, being one not to quit unless he masters the said thing, continued to try reading such books, curious at what they were about.
His small apartment was always a cluttered mess of issues. For one, Haru could never leave the apartment, thus leaving him secluded for a long deal of his life; he never got the chance to make friends as he did in the Farmlands. Despite that, his mother tried to make the most out of their situation and helped him learn things a normal three-year old would not be taught of yet. No one ever knew that Haru took interest in these books, but it would soon be evident within the next few years.
By the age of four, Haru was introduced to the newest addition to his family, turning a rather quiet, shy boy into a more optimistic, bubbly kid; a sister, which his parents had named Aki. His new sister piqued at his interest in many ways; would they get along together, or would they be enemies? Whichever way it would go, Aki's soft red-orange hair would come to compliment the girl's bright green eyes, giving Haru yet another reason to smile.
Another two years would pass until the family decided to move yet again, this time due to lack of space and stress. The family then moved to a small house, proving both cozy and practical. Haru, who had become more and more connected to his mother, was allowed to claim the basement. His room and makeshift lab and library would be placed there, whereas his parents and sister were in a room upstairs. The books he read allowed him to ponder on the world before the war; how was the culture, geography, and history of the world before the war?
Haru spent the next four years being taught by his mother, growing one of the strongest bonds of love he could ever have made. Aside from that, he would not only attend to his sister, but work on experiments and write books. On one such day, Haru overheard his mother talking to herself about a peace meeting. Curious of what was to happen, Haru was unable to sleep for a full hour. He swore to himself that he would follow his mother. Waking up early, he could hear his mother's footsteps and a closing door. Being as sneaky as he could, Haru followed her to a tunnel-like structure. Curious, he swallowed his fear of places such as that and followed her.
Haru was marveled by the overall structure he happened to walk into. Thoughts swirled into Haru's mind as he inspected the area; what is this material? What do these tunnels serve to those long ago? Tempted to answer these questions, he brushed his hand across a part of the wall; the wall crumbled shortly after, his mother looking back to defend herself. She was shocked to see her son had followed her, and was contemplating whether to bring him with her or to turn back. Thinking the former to be safer, she instructed her son to behave as they walked on.
Haru was informed by his mother of the people of the so-called Crows. She referred to them being, "slightly brute, but otherwise fine, so long as you do not make them mad." Listening to that, he looked around. Their location seemed to give off the thought of them being ruffians, but he did not want to be presumptuous. Nodding, he promised his mother not to madden them. They happened to reach the Crows' base, with Haru staring in awe. He politely greeted each Crow and tried his best to befriend them. From the fun-loving Carly to quiet Esther, Haru never dared to say anything offensive. Eventually, Haru sneaked a look at the beautiful plants Esther kept, taking interest in the orchid the most; he kept begging for Esther to tell him all about the plants he had, much to Esther's annoyance.
Whilst Haru was enjoying himself in the Crow's Nest, Rosina was engaged in a formal conversation. Kevin seemed all too bored of it, looking through the parts, sometimes turning up to look at Haru. At one point during their discussion, Kevin asked if Rosina would be willing to let Haru be a Crow. Shocked, Rosina acted swiftly and replied no. Haru watched as his mom nervously shook her head, walking up to her. Rosina, desperate to get Haru as far away from the talk, patted his head and let him walk around a bit more.
After a quick five seconds, all that could be heard from the base was the sound of a chainsaw blaring away, as well as the screams of a young male.
Rosina simply stood there, baffled by Kevin's outburst. Haru stood inches away from her, Kevin's chainsaw to his throat. Rosina tried to act as calm as possible, taking her beloved scarf off her neck and holding it.
"N-now now Kevin... Haru had no part in our discussion. P-please, do not bring a third party as him into this." Rosina, covered in sweat and fear, replied in a slightly shaky tone. She did not want a fight, yet seeing her son made her extremely wary of possibilities. Her body was stiff yet a nervous wreck, as if an ice sculpture about to melt from heat. Despite that, she managed to keep her composure as similar to her original, looking Kevin into the eyes.
"Third party? Third party!?" Kevin laughed, leaving maniacal chills of sound running down both Haru and Rosina's spines. Haru felt himself be shoved closer and closer to the blade of the saw. "Don't even try it, Rosie. He's too involved to be a 'third party.'" he replied, giving a devious grin to Rosina. What ever could she have done?
"M-mama, p-p-please help me..." Haru whispered, shocked by the sudden events he was brought into. His mother was losing her options, either being too crazy or life-threatening to either her or her son. She wanted to walk up to Kevin and punch his face, but walking closer caused the sound of a loaded rifle to echo. She turned to see Esther, aiming directly at her head.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Rosina yelled, surrounded by the Crows. Her scarf seemed to emit a soft glow, as if signaling her that her argument was futile. Rosina hung her head in shame, completely unable to do anything. She had failed her son, her love and joy.
"Now now Rosie, this isn't at all what you think! Your son's more of a plan B. With the lacking material, I say you're son might as well be a good trade. Not only that, I think now is a good time for some sorta initiation." Kevin replied, proceeding to cut into Haru's neck softly. Haru cried in pain, unable to stand the pain of a chainsaw to his neck. "He ain't tough at all. He'll make a good lunch in a couple of d-"
"A trade... is that not what you want!?"
"Hm?" Kevin turned his head to Rosina, standing feebly. Her legs were shaking like sticks, he head was face-down, yet her voice seemed to express her final stance in saving her son.
"If you want a trade... then I have a deal. My service for Haru's life." Rosina whispered. Her face fell further when she heard herself. All her hope had left her being, but this was her last chance to save her son. She could never bear to see her son in pain, but the very screams of pain haunted her. Why did she simply stand there? Was she scared? Had she given up on her son? All her doubts were flushed away when she heard Kevin respond.
"Your service? For his life? I suppose that's a good deal, he's nothing compared to you." Kevin then pulled his chainsaw away from Haru, dropping the cluttered mess of blood, sweat, and tears on the ground. "I'll give ya' a second to say your goodbyes."
Haru cried on the floor, grasping his neck. Rosina, having just recovered from her reaction, ran up to her son as quick as she could. "T-there there Haru, you'll be fine, trust me..." Rosina whispered, pulling out bandages from her bag. "Just stay calm, do not worry..." she whispered every so often, patting her son. The child softened his cry, eventually reducing to mere sniffs. He looked up in fear, watching his mother wrap her scarf around his neck and walk over to Kevin.
"Please, don't tell papa." she told, looking back at Haru. "Watch out, okay? A-and... just... never forget me..." Rosina managed, tearing up. Haru, shocked, stood still until he realized he was being stared at. Nervous, he stood and ran away.
To be trapped in a situation where his life is on the line, with his mother only able to watch... followed by her departure... times like those seem to change people the most, no?
Ever since that day, Haru had never been himself. The trauma of leaving his mother haunted him all the time, and he would never blame anyone but himself. He felt weak, useless, and even broken. It became so strong that he secluded himself to his room, refusing to exit unless needed. He never did anything but sew, sometimes pricking himself and crying a bit. The clothing he made was used to vent his feelings: anger, hate, sorrow, fear. It was never anyone else's burden; it was his burden to carry, no matter what happened
Within the year, Haru had successfully crafted the first official design for Meep Man, his perception on a mercenary for hire. No matter how hard he tried, he always seemed to be a complete failure in the mercenary world. Despite his constant failures and rapidly failing reputation, Haru never gave up. He looked to the world beyond the walls and wondered if anything there may benefit him. He would make dumb moves and go on excursions, armed only with his ancestor's bolo knife.
Despite his low chance of survival, Haru eventually became successful in his excursions. He had managed to find two full blueprints for weapons, both of which seemed perfect for him. Placing all other things aside, Haru spent all his time focused on said weapons, sometimes losing precious hours of sleep and food for the sake of finishing. His obsession with changing himself took over common knowledge, as he hated himself and what has happened to him.
After numerous tests involving one of the weapons, Haru eventually created what seemed to be a rather impressive prototype. Whilst testing it, however, his calculations were proven faulty. Despite the invention's petite size, the invention caused an explosion of slight, if not moderate, intensity. Haru was subsequently flung towards the nearest wall, fainting upon impact. His father rushed down to find him fainted; rushing to check if Haru were alive, his father dragged him to his room, laying him on his bed.
In the first week of his recuperation, Haru found himself unable to see nor speak. He remained in his bed, trying his best to actually see something past the emptiness he could gaze upon.By the second week, his father had noticed slight changes in Haru; his hair color became lighter, his hair became straighter, and his irides became a soft gray color. Naturally concerned, his father tried to make things seem positive by forcibly claiming it was merely a reaction to the explosion, and that it would revert to normal within the next few days. Despite his father's wishes, his hair and eyes never did revert to normal. Upon being able to see and speak, Haru looked around to see his dad, sitting patiently. They soon began an argument over how Haru could have died, albeit the fact Haru had just recovered from near-death. Eventually, the argument went too far, as Haru's father claimed his mother would never have allowed him to continue his passion with occurrences like this springing up. Infuriated, Haru snapped back, claiming his mother simply abandoned him and left him to die in the world, as well as claiming his mother was a horrible excuse for a human being. He kicked his father out of the basement and let himself fall into seclusion.
Haru seemed to develop amnesia, forgetting everything about his mother and the Crows. The only things that he would remember whilst thinking of his mother was her departure; meanwhile, he could not remember a thing about the Crows, albeit he did remember a flower of some kind. When his injury was healed enough, Haru immediately continued to work on his weapons, taking notice of the sound motif of the two projects. Finishing them in a rather short amount of time, revealing that one was more of a sniper rifle, whilst the other was simply what people from long ago would call a MP3 player. With his weapons finished, Haru finally set his big ideas into motion.
Every weeknight, Haru could slowly feel himself change. Since his father was away, he was usually left to his room; because of his secluded little room, Haru would start to wear his newly designed outfit and place his sniper rifle next to his bed. At first, he thought it was merely for self-defense, as intruders were bound to barge into his house; soon, it became more so a placeholder for Haru's self-esteem. He felt confident whilst wearing his outfit, something which he almost never felt. After a while, it became an obsession, prompting him to stay up all night thinking about what he was to do the next day. Flustered, he decided to jump back into the mercenary life, despite his previous experiences and lack of experience. Against all odds, Haru had slowly begun to rise in ranks, becoming a moderately well-known mercenary. In the day, he was normal old Haru, unaware of what he did at night; at night, he was a whole new person, unaware of his day life. He eventually found his way to a mercenary club, thinking it was a far more popular club in the area. Though proven wrong, he partnered up with another teen, seemingly his age; the two became fast friends, despite Haru almost completely forgetting about him in the morning. Nobody thought of him as the failure he was; half of him finally regained its self-esteem.
Though he became rather successful, Haru felt conflicted in the day. His father and him never got along anymore, and his sister made matters worse. Conflicted, Haru ran away from his home at the age of 13. He lost hope in his family, his world, and himself; he thought he could simply run from the issue, though he could never outrun the guilt and pain in his heart. Every day after that, Haru always questioned his purpose for being in this world if all he did was cause problems for others.
Tired of running for an hour or so, Haru stopped at the entrance of a seemingly bustling clubhouse. Intrigued, Haru's hand slowly crept to the doorknob, opening the door worriedly. The main room had three round tables, each seating about eight to nine people. Each of the people turned to Haru, greeting him nicely. Hoping for a chance to rest, Haru decided to stay in the clubhouse for a day.
Despite the small amount of time he spent in the clubhouse, Haru felt an odd force compelling him to stay; following his gut, he asked for an application. The people he met were all avid roleplayers, a seemingly common group of people in Crestfall. Unable to live anywhere else, Haru set up a temporary home in the side of the main room. Using Meep Man's earnings, Haru managed to sustain himself with food he bought; the kitchen would always smell of fresh aromas, crafted from the many recipes inside his father's cookbook. He grew to feel connected to the building, hoping to be at ease from all the problems that have happened to him.
This fresh wave of good luck was soon replaced with misfortune. The clubhouse was soon reclaimed by its original owners, and everyone went their separate ways. Haru was left alone in a world he barely knew yet again. Haru continued to roam the streets of Crestfall, lost in what seemed to him as familiar places. He lost hope in Meep Man, apologizing to his partner on their final mission; however, he wished they would be akin to brothers for years to come. Roaming the back alleys until he managed to stumble upon a rather extraordinary sight; a citadel of wondrous architecture. Desperate for hope, he wearily opened the door to see flashes of many wondrous colors; examining those flashes of color, he noticed they were scarves. Another quick glance led him to an Afro, something which seemed all too familiar to him, yet forgotten at the same time.
Nervous to see all those faces, Haru quickly responded with a formal bow; within the next hour, he soon began to get traces of each person. The one who wears a black scarf is Isa, the one with the Afro is Sheepy, the one with the cool jacket is Majora, and so on. Being emotionally degraded and financially destroyed, Haru began to feel a sense of pessimism and paranoia develop; he felt that the kindness bestowed upon him was simply a crude mockery of his shortcomings. Unable to confront his so-called friends about his feelings, he simply gave a deep bow and left, once again losing himself to the streets of Crestfall.
Trapped in the streets without money yet again, Haru began to live life on the streets, begging for whatever he could get. People would call him insane, begging for money when an MP3 player, a sniper rifle, and two scarves were at his disposal; unfortunately, Haru was greatly tied to these items and could not bear losing them.
As Haru continued to watch faces come and go, he lost hope that anyone would dare help him. The mistakes he made had cost him everything in his life. He missed chances. broke hearts, lost himself; who would stand up to a jerk like him? Most people would not even look back at him, as if everyone knew what he had done, as if he were scum. Others would look at him for a while, but then leave, as if they desired to help but were either unable to or were in fear of being ridiculed. He truly felt lost, until one person extended his hand out to him in his lowest moments.
Now, it was a huge coincidence for Haru, meeting someone who would help him. Of course, Haru did not know this man, but the man knew him relatively well. It is very surprising how things end up, no?
Haru blinked his eyes twice, trying his best to take in the surreal scene. He began lightly slapping his face, dazed by the man standing right in front of him. This is all just... j-just... an illusion... a trick of the eye... he thought, watching as the figure tilted it's head in a curious way. Haru sighed, feeling a small well of hope open up yet again. His doubts were soon erased when the figure began to speak.
"'Scuse meh, but... is dat yo's?" the person asked, pointing at the rifle next to Haru. Haru could feel something well up in him, as if the voice were so familiar to him; he took his chance and gave a soft nod, weary from his time on the streets. His clothes were covered with days of dirt, and his hair was all messed up from a previous scuffle, yet he tried his best to look serious. The man knelt on the ground, staring at Haru's tear-filled eyes.
"S-s-sir... p-please... h-help me..." Haru whispered, nervous. Was the man trying to play nice to lower Haru's guard, or was he genuinely worried over Haru? The man's eyes gleamed with a bright blue tone, as if he whispered Don't worry, I'll help. Then, in the next second, his eyes darted to his left, as if finding something important. The man then stood back up, sighing.
"Ya' reely look liek him, ya' kno'? Man, he was amazin', used 'dat same snipr rifle ya' hab." the man replied, causing Haru to grow even more confused. Who is this man talking about, better yet, what is he saying? Haru could not recall that accent before, but the way he spoke with such cheer reminded him of someone he met somewhere, perhaps even in a dream.
"D-do I know you?"
"Eh, maybe... ya' know any mercs?" the man replied, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. Haru's mind began to tingle with worry, as if he had been found guilty of a crime, but he managed to shake his head.
"None that I can recall right now, sir..." Haru whispered.
"Well, now ya' know an ex-merc! Name's Pyran, ya' know, ya' reely do luk liek him, Ai swear. We was da best duo Ai eber knew..." the man began to drift off, and Haru sighed. Normally, he would be happy to meet a person who would talk to him for this long, but the man was very strange in his own ways. He felt like a life of a party, emitting this cheerful and fired-up aura; his clothes alluded to that as well, having a fire motif. Haru gave a soft giggle, looking at the man yet again.
"I am Haru... I-I... have little left to say." Haru shyly admitted. It was never in his plans to actually talk to someone today, yet he tried his best to keep his composure. Pyran gave him a hard pat on the back, causing Haru to cough a bit. His tears had dried up, and he looked directly into Pyran's eyes.
"H-hey, Ai suppose Ai'll take'ya to mah house..." Pyran replied, worried. He helped Haru pack up his belongings, slinging them over his own arms. Haru felt his life beginning to brighten up, as if he could finally see the world in color. His savior gave a reassuring smile, then proceeded to walk slowly, making sure Haru did not trip or fall. Occasionally, Pyran even went to a nearby person and came back with small parcels of food.
Haru tried his best not to slow Pyran down, and eventually arrived at his savior's house. It was a normal house at that, only one floor, but it was cozy and warm. Haru sat down on a chair, tired from the walk. Pyran passed him a cup of hot water, which he happily drank up. The place was eerily silent for a while, until Haru broke the silence.
"I-if I may... w-who do I remind you of?" Haru asked. Pyran seemed surprised at the question, but gave a quick laughing bout.
"Nu need t' rush da questions, ya're stayin' wid meh." he replied, giving another one of his grins.
"O-oh no sir, I-I really should not." Haru replied, gripping a bit tighter to his cup. The man was being a bit too generous, something Haru thought was merely a trick of the trade. Pyran just sighed, as if not expecting that answer.
"... wat Ai meant t' say was... ya're dat dude. But save all da questions fer later, Ai'mma make ya' a bed." Pyran quickly spoke, rushing into a room which was supposedly his bedroom. Haru sighed, wondering if he had taken the right choice.
His newfound friend had taken pity on Haru and would refuse to let him leave for the streets, basically forcing Haru to live in his house. Eventually, Haru gave in and agreed to such. As Pyran set up Haru's bed, Haru went to take a quick bath; left without any clean clothes, Pyran had left him a set of his own clothes, which were embarrassingly revealing for Haru. Nevertheless, he ran out the door as if he lived in the house, yelling to Pyran that he must see some people before the sun set. Pyran simply stood at the door, laughing about Haru wearing his clothes.
Arriving at the Citadel yet again, Haru burst through the front doors, flustered and panting. With a formal bow, he introduced himself as the person who had arrived a while back and immediately apologized for some rather rude and offensive remarks he had made in his head. Fortunately, no one deemed his behavior rude, though he still had his doubts. Despite that, Haru decided to stay for a brief tea break, enjoying what little iced tea his hosts could find. This was the time in which Haru asked about the Scarf Heroes, as well as their origins, actions, and plans. Intrigued, he asked to return every so often, which his hosts graciously allowed. Finishing his iced tea, Haru simply bowed again and ran off.Visit after visit, Haru slowly began to feel more at home with his hosts, to the point of considering to join the Scarf Heroes. However, he felt inadequate, feeling as if he may not be as much of a use as needed; his friend Pyran convinced him to at least try the next time he visited, which Haru took to consideration. The day after Pyran told him to try, Haru asked to join the Scarf Heroes, which was actually well received. Shocked to hear they agreed, Haru nodded and exited, sighing to himself in relief.