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▌ P R O F I L E

[ I N F O ]Alias : Hack
Age | Gender: 19 | Male
Height | Weight : 5'7” ft | 136 lbs
Faction : Shirokuma
Rank : FFF
Occupation : During the Day - Mechanic
Weapon : Staff Wrench
A weapon he customized himself, but often just uses it for fixing things. (I'll draw it when I have the time//gomen QAQ)

[ W H Y S H I R O K U M A ? ]He owes Shirokuma bigtime, but it's mostly to distract himself from his daily routine.

[ W I S H ] "...please let me spend a normal day with her.... even if it's just for a day... "

▌ P E R S O N A L I T Y
Hardworking -Would be seen tinkering with machines in the little vulcanizing shop most of the time. When it comes to working attitude, He's the first to arrive at work and the last to leave, and always tries to improve his skills ---- wait ...No, he's just a workaholic.//mingteatime

Loyal - having quite a few people to cherish in his past life, Hack knows what it means to stand up for the people he believes in and remain with them even if the world seems to turn against them.

Self-Motivated - When it comes to dealing with problems, he has learned it the hard way that it's either you do something about it or........ you do something about it. (no choices there.//ming) traumatized by yours truly - 2 weeks of starvation.

Practical - Hack is quite the simple guy who doesn't go for luxuries and other hobbies, for him, if a job allows him to eat three full meals a day, then that's more than enough.

Cynical- being more or less an independent brat at a young age, Hack is a street smart who has been victim of so many realities found in the city ... or he just doesn't have the bone to trust people enough.

Caring - it may not seem like it but Hack truly cares for the people who has grown close to him, and will try to look after them so much so that he's often seen as the annoying incarnate of their mothers.
[ L I K E S × D I S L I K E S ]+ Raspberry Jam
+ Practicing Parkour
+ Sleeping
+ Grocery Super Sales

- Surprises
- Rain
-Waking up
- Price Hike

▌ B I O G R A P H Y
Naime Harui

[ Was dying for your wish worth it? ]

"- more than anything in the world."

[ S U M M A R Y ]He lived an average life with his divorced father who began teaching him machinery since he was young. As a child Harui was independent so much so that he would go out for late night strolls and training no matter how dangerous it is for a young boy like him to roam the city streets.

His father then went missing and was partially adopted by the president of the company his father was working for. During those years he got close to Ayaka the president's only daughter, who became like Harui's only family apart from the president.

The boy's father was then found by the police, already dead. From that day onwards the boy changed from the usual alive and energetic youth to a blank, monotonous and lifeless workaholic.

On the fateful day Harui met Shirokuma, Harui wished to spend a normal day with Ayaka, however trivial his wish was, it didn't matter, he believed, for all it's worth, that his wish was worth dying for. the next day, he joined the faction soon after finding a job in a vulcanizing shop.
[ M E M O I R ]Harui was a son to a divorced father who worked for a corporation that involved infrastructures, He and his father lived an average life in a small apartment situated across a convinience store where they would be taking their small meals together or buying instant noodles, since both of them can't cook decent food to save their lives.

Damaged from the divorce, The father wasn't at all strict with Harui and drowned himself with work, in fact the boy even doubted that his father gave a damn when he came to know that the boy would stroll out the streets at night to practice Parkour with street children.

Young as he is, Harui still cared for his father, so much so that he (reluctantly) took on more responsibility than any child his age should, from managing the budget for food to doing house chores when his father is not around, he owned up such responsibilities because of the years he spent scolding his drunk father from draining 2 weeks worth of money on a single night out.

Despite this, the young boy never complained about his father's lack of parental skills and instead took interest to his father's everyday teachings on how the metal things work, putting parts together and everything Harui needs to know about machinery.

Soon enough, An eleven year old boy's room which was supposed to have toys and school books was filled with small machineries and drawers of metal parts and hardware tools. Having developed his unusual talent of building machineries from scrap, young Harui was allowed to work alongside wiith his father.

The day his father disappeared for reason unknown, the boy tried to look everywhere, but everyday as he searched he got more and more discouraged. The president took Harui upon himself and treated him almost like a son, having been good friends with Harui's father for many years. But Harui was careful to maintain a professional distance and refused point blank to live with the president's family, intending to keep the apartment, still hopeful that his father would one day return.

It was then that he became acquainted with the president's daughter Ayaka, who unlike Harui hasn't seen much of the world due to her father's over protectiveness to the family's only daughter. Nevertheless, Ayaka was always excited to go down, after school, to the boiler hall to visit Harui, who was more than happy to show Ayaka his machinery work, under the watch of Ayaka's bodyguards.

With an image she must uphold and civility he must maintain within work premises, Harui and Ayaka had no choice but to address eachother with such formality--

"Sir Naime, I was wondering --"
"Yes Miss hirusawa? --"
"On what grounds can we allow the marketing department to publicize such mechanisms?"
".......er"

-- with conversations as stiff as these, Harui could only stare and make a fool of himself as he tried, without success, to come up with an answer, answers which would always make Ayaka laugh or smile to stiffle her laughs.

It was then through Ayaka that Harui felt the warmth of a real family and a relief of distraction from the painful absence of his father.

They quickly became good friends, the security became more relaxed with Harui, and they treated eachother almost like siblings. Ayaka's company was suddenly Harui's only sanctuary from his taxing work and anxiety for his missing father.

Years passed and still his father didn't return. Ayaka's visits became less and less, being dragged away by her father to gatherings that would prepare her for the family business. Though it did bother Harui at first, he thought better of it as he understood that it was all for the future Ayaka so rightly deserves.

He still missed her.

The day came when the police finally found Harui's father, but Harui didn't get to punch the idiot's face like it was instinct, for his father won't even respond to Harui's call, his body was cold as ice.

Harui's grief was beyond tears, he simply became unresponsive for the following days. there was no Ayaka to run to-- their family having migrated to another country months before the incident. Harui had shut himself in his room as he wished for everything to stop and didn't come out until his father was finally buried.

but the world simply didn't stop for the fifteen year old Harui, and so he continued working on what his father left off and tried to lighten up from time to time, but it didn't escape everyone's notice, that he has become somewhat like a blank frame.

It was as if the boy was struggling to hold on to living his life and was halfway towards giving it up. And eventhough his brilliance in machineries became more and more apparent to the company, even with all his success at a young age, No matter how hard he tried to be optimistic, the feeling was there --- like a void, and it was there to stay.

"Hey, old man," Harui said,
talking to a tomb stone set on the ground as He had finally decided to visit his father's grave.

"You left me --- tons of work that day, y'know that? -- and the heat transmitter you invented, it took me months to figure it out. Guess who's the idiot who forgot to print out the instructions before he left.---" He paused for a long while.. then ruffled his already messy hair, realizing what a fool he must have looked like to bypassers nearby. His light air disappearing into a hollow stare,

"It's hard to be human."

"not really.." Said a female voice beside him which made Harui fall sitting on the ground in surprise.

Harui said nothing, or rather he wasn't able to in shock.

He heard about them alright -- the legendary powerful beings who appear to people -- or people go looking for them-- and grant them a wish at the price of their life ---and he's staring at one of them --- talking to one of them for that matter. Though he didn't imagine them to look like humans -- much less appear as a girl -- but there she is ... the unknown being, standing in front of his father's tomb --

"Why are you--"

"One wish," the girl cut in as if to say she didn't need any explanation, not that Harui needed to explain anything to this girl --

"I will only grant you one" she said with a smile , it wasn't the warm comforting kind, rather it was a haunting one.

he tried to hide the fear creeping up to him as he laughed nervously and started "Look you're getting the wrong --" looking up to the girl standing before him, but then he stopped, realizing that saying anything further than that will make him lose his chance of

........ of what?

chance on what exactly? --

He didn't know. It was like tapping to the unknown, this girl here stating how she could grant the boy anything, anything one could possibly imagine, unflinching. A wish worth dying for....

Silence ensued the two and only the raking of leaves from nearby could be heard. it was not long before the boy sighed out loud looking back at the tomb before him, ruffling his hair, he thought of something he really wanted at that moment.

without even bothering to get up from the ground he said with a weak smile,

"then please, ....."

---

5 days after the incident, Harui settled to another place and found a job in a little vulcanizing shop in the city, as a mechanic.

Like a routine, he would sign out from the vulcanizing shop and head straight away to where the faction needed him. After that promised day, he joined the faction rightaway, leaving his former life without a second thought --- a life he then gave up to Shirokuma.

▌ M I S C E L L A N E O U S

[ T R I V I A ]- He knows no expiry dates.
- He hoards free samples.
- Hack keeps coupons for freebies and always keeps himself posted for super sales.
- He's quite sickly, almost fragile due to the unhealthy eating habits and lack of sleep.
- He studied and trained parkour, since he was young, for fun and to compensate for his poor fighting skills, he'd rather run from his attacker than confront it.........and to survive from super sale stampedes//ming
- His alias was from a brand of a cigarette pack the police found on his father's pocket.
- He still has difficulties in getting accustomed with the staff wrench.

ASDKFJALKSDFJLAKSDFJ I hope I get accepted to this group

I would like to thank for EVERYTHING and for helping me make my bby look decent I love you so much you guys ....

Description

▌ P R O F I L E

[ I N F O ]Alias : Hack
Age | Gender: 19 | Male
Height | Weight : 5'7” ft | 136 lbs
Faction : Shirokuma
Rank : FFF
Occupation : During the Day - Mechanic
Weapon : Staff Wrench
A weapon he customized himself, but often just uses it for fixing things. (I'll draw it when I have the time//gomen QAQ)

[ W H Y S H I R O K U M A ? ]He owes Shirokuma bigtime, but it's mostly to distract himself from his daily routine.

[ W I S H ] "...please let me spend a normal day with her.... even if it's just for a day... "

▌ P E R S O N A L I T Y
Hardworking -Would be seen tinkering with machines in the little vulcanizing shop most of the time. When it comes to working attitude, He's the first to arrive at work and the last to leave, and always tries to improve his skills ---- wait ...No, he's just a workaholic.//mingteatime

Loyal - having quite a few people to cherish in his past life, Hack knows what it means to stand up for the people he believes in and remain with them even if the world seems to turn against them.

Self-Motivated - When it comes to dealing with problems, he has learned it the hard way that it's either you do something about it or........ you do something about it. (no choices there.//ming) traumatized by yours truly - 2 weeks of starvation.

Practical - Hack is quite the simple guy who doesn't go for luxuries and other hobbies, for him, if a job allows him to eat three full meals a day, then that's more than enough.

Cynical- being more or less an independent brat at a young age, Hack is a street smart who has been victim of so many realities found in the city ... or he just doesn't have the bone to trust people enough.

Caring - it may not seem like it but Hack truly cares for the people who has grown close to him, and will try to look after them so much so that he's often seen as the annoying incarnate of their mothers.
[ L I K E S × D I S L I K E S ]+ Raspberry Jam
+ Practicing Parkour
+ Sleeping
+ Grocery Super Sales

- Surprises
- Rain
-Waking up
- Price Hike

▌ B I O G R A P H Y
Naime Harui

[ Was dying for your wish worth it? ]

"- more than anything in the world."

[ S U M M A R Y ]He lived an average life with his divorced father who began teaching him machinery since he was young. As a child Harui was independent so much so that he would go out for late night strolls and training no matter how dangerous it is for a young boy like him to roam the city streets.

His father then went missing and was partially adopted by the president of the company his father was working for. During those years he got close to Ayaka the president's only daughter, who became like Harui's only family apart from the president.

The boy's father was then found by the police, already dead. From that day onwards the boy changed from the usual alive and energetic youth to a blank, monotonous and lifeless workaholic.

On the fateful day Harui met Shirokuma, Harui wished to spend a normal day with Ayaka, however trivial his wish was, it didn't matter, he believed, for all it's worth, that his wish was worth dying for. the next day, he joined the faction soon after finding a job in a vulcanizing shop.
[ M E M O I R ]Harui was a son to a divorced father who worked for a corporation that involved infrastructures, He and his father lived an average life in a small apartment situated across a convinience store where they would be taking their small meals together or buying instant noodles, since both of them can't cook decent food to save their lives.

Damaged from the divorce, The father wasn't at all strict with Harui and drowned himself with work, in fact the boy even doubted that his father gave a damn when he came to know that the boy would stroll out the streets at night to practice Parkour with street children.

Young as he is, Harui still cared for his father, so much so that he (reluctantly) took on more responsibility than any child his age should, from managing the budget for food to doing house chores when his father is not around, he owned up such responsibilities because of the years he spent scolding his drunk father from draining 2 weeks worth of money on a single night out.

Despite this, the young boy never complained about his father's lack of parental skills and instead took interest to his father's everyday teachings on how the metal things work, putting parts together and everything Harui needs to know about machinery.

Soon enough, An eleven year old boy's room which was supposed to have toys and school books was filled with small machineries and drawers of metal parts and hardware tools. Having developed his unusual talent of building machineries from scrap, young Harui was allowed to work alongside wiith his father.

The day his father disappeared for reason unknown, the boy tried to look everywhere, but everyday as he searched he got more and more discouraged. The president took Harui upon himself and treated him almost like a son, having been good friends with Harui's father for many years. But Harui was careful to maintain a professional distance and refused point blank to live with the president's family, intending to keep the apartment, still hopeful that his father would one day return.

It was then that he became acquainted with the president's daughter Ayaka, who unlike Harui hasn't seen much of the world due to her father's over protectiveness to the family's only daughter. Nevertheless, Ayaka was always excited to go down, after school, to the boiler hall to visit Harui, who was more than happy to show Ayaka his machinery work, under the watch of Ayaka's bodyguards.

With an image she must uphold and civility he must maintain within work premises, Harui and Ayaka had no choice but to address eachother with such formality--

"Sir Naime, I was wondering --"
"Yes Miss hirusawa? --"
"On what grounds can we allow the marketing department to publicize such mechanisms?"
".......er"

-- with conversations as stiff as these, Harui could only stare and make a fool of himself as he tried, without success, to come up with an answer, answers which would always make Ayaka laugh or smile to stiffle her laughs.

It was then through Ayaka that Harui felt the warmth of a real family and a relief of distraction from the painful absence of his father.

They quickly became good friends, the security became more relaxed with Harui, and they treated eachother almost like siblings. Ayaka's company was suddenly Harui's only sanctuary from his taxing work and anxiety for his missing father.

Years passed and still his father didn't return. Ayaka's visits became less and less, being dragged away by her father to gatherings that would prepare her for the family business. Though it did bother Harui at first, he thought better of it as he understood that it was all for the future Ayaka so rightly deserves.

He still missed her.

The day came when the police finally found Harui's father, but Harui didn't get to punch the idiot's face like it was instinct, for his father won't even respond to Harui's call, his body was cold as ice.

Harui's grief was beyond tears, he simply became unresponsive for the following days. there was no Ayaka to run to-- their family having migrated to another country months before the incident. Harui had shut himself in his room as he wished for everything to stop and didn't come out until his father was finally buried.

but the world simply didn't stop for the fifteen year old Harui, and so he continued working on what his father left off and tried to lighten up from time to time, but it didn't escape everyone's notice, that he has become somewhat like a blank frame.

It was as if the boy was struggling to hold on to living his life and was halfway towards giving it up. And eventhough his brilliance in machineries became more and more apparent to the company, even with all his success at a young age, No matter how hard he tried to be optimistic, the feeling was there --- like a void, and it was there to stay.

"Hey, old man," Harui said,
talking to a tomb stone set on the ground as He had finally decided to visit his father's grave.

"You left me --- tons of work that day, y'know that? -- and the heat transmitter you invented, it took me months to figure it out. Guess who's the idiot who forgot to print out the instructions before he left.---" He paused for a long while.. then ruffled his already messy hair, realizing what a fool he must have looked like to bypassers nearby. His light air disappearing into a hollow stare,

"It's hard to be human."

"not really.." Said a female voice beside him which made Harui fall sitting on the ground in surprise.

Harui said nothing, or rather he wasn't able to in shock.

He heard about them alright -- the legendary powerful beings who appear to people -- or people go looking for them-- and grant them a wish at the price of their life ---and he's staring at one of them --- talking to one of them for that matter. Though he didn't imagine them to look like humans -- much less appear as a girl -- but there she is ... the unknown being, standing in front of his father's tomb --

"Why are you--"

"One wish," the girl cut in as if to say she didn't need any explanation, not that Harui needed to explain anything to this girl --

"I will only grant you one" she said with a smile , it wasn't the warm comforting kind, rather it was a haunting one.

he tried to hide the fear creeping up to him as he laughed nervously and started "Look you're getting the wrong --" looking up to the girl standing before him, but then he stopped, realizing that saying anything further than that will make him lose his chance of

........ of what?

chance on what exactly? --

He didn't know. It was like tapping to the unknown, this girl here stating how she could grant the boy anything, anything one could possibly imagine, unflinching. A wish worth dying for....

Silence ensued the two and only the raking of leaves from nearby could be heard. it was not long before the boy sighed out loud looking back at the tomb before him, ruffling his hair, he thought of something he really wanted at that moment.

without even bothering to get up from the ground he said with a weak smile,

"then please, ....."

---

5 days after the incident, Harui settled to another place and found a job in a little vulcanizing shop in the city, as a mechanic.

Like a routine, he would sign out from the vulcanizing shop and head straight away to where the faction needed him. After that promised day, he joined the faction rightaway, leaving his former life without a second thought --- a life he then gave up to Shirokuma.

▌ M I S C E L L A N E O U S

[ T R I V I A ]- He knows no expiry dates.
- He hoards free samples.
- Hack keeps coupons for freebies and always keeps himself posted for super sales.
- He's quite sickly, almost fragile due to the unhealthy eating habits and lack of sleep.
- He studied and trained parkour, since he was young, for fun and to compensate for his poor fighting skills, he'd rather run from his attacker than confront it.........and to survive from super sale stampedes//ming
- His alias was from a brand of a cigarette pack the police found on his father's pocket.
- He still has difficulties in getting accustomed with the staff wrench.

ASDKFJALKSDFJLAKSDFJ I hope I get accepted to this group

I would like to thank for EVERYTHING and for helping me make my bby look decent I love you so much you guys ....