H A R U H I
Haruhi Manami Onizuka
[ ⛡ ] B I R T H // A G E
1.06.2346 (28)
[ ⛡ ] R A N K
Lieutenant Junior Grade // Security Officer
[ ⛡ ] R A C E
Human
[ ⛡ ] A P P E A R A N C E
Standing firm at five foot five with a toned build, Haruhi seems a decent average for the contemporary citizen of Japan in the twenty-fourth century with an individual presence that inspires confidence. Despite her relatively mundane height, Haruhi has a conditioned and hardy physique to her appearance with well-shaped muscles and a preference towards colder, rigid expressions. Beyond that her hair is long— running down beyond her shoulders when let down though such appearances are rare as she prefers to keep it orderly in a roughly strewn ponytail.
[ ⛡ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
Haruhi has three modes: deadpan snarker, by-the-books professionalism, and unapproachable storm.
At the cusp of it, Haruhi is difficult through and through. At her most sociable, Haruhi is amicable and jovial with deflections of sarcastic wit— the first “mode” of Haruhi Onizuka and probably the most likely to be found off-duty when she is enjoying the company of others. Haruhi has admittedly developed a jovial sarcasm as a coping mechanism since she was ten years old following the exponential depth of disappointment she felt from her father not being around in her life.
However, when Haruhi is on-duty she is on-duty and she will make it abundantly clear that she has no time for jokes, nonsense, or slip ups when she is in her second “mode” so to speak. The perfectionist attitude, the no nonsense attitude, the staunch stoicism, and nearly robotic sense of orderly manners can seem jarring for those who were more familiar to the jovial and friendly personality she exhibits in her downtime.
Then there is the emotional whirlwind in her final “mode” of personality traits— toxic snark, annoyed agitation, volatile anger, solemn sadness, and enclosed isolation. Whilst it is most rare this is the only mode that can supersede any of her aforementioned tendencies assuming she is emotionally compromised beyond a shadow of a doubt. Although this frame of Haruhi’s personality is indeed rare she has had fits of it in her life following the death of her father and the abandonment of her by her mother. She has been seeking ways to curb this facet of her personality for years though the results of such therapy is uncertain.
[ ⛡ ] H I S T O R Y
Haruhi Onizuka is the daughter of Captain Kenichi Onizuka, the late Captain of the USS Melbourne, and an unknown mother.
Despite what it may appear, Haruhi was born and raised on the orbiting spaceport centered around the planet known as Midos V and for the bulk of her life has unsurprisingly considered herself equally as much as a daughter of Midos V as well as Japanese. As her father was a dedicated officer of the United Federation of Planets, Haruhi was raised largely away from the presence of her father and as a child felt a wayward angst believing that he had similarly abandoned her as much as her mother had when she was born— a melancholy that led to a series of awkward rebellions against her legal guardian as she became more decidedly unruly for many years. However, despite her emotional and physical outbursts taking control of her actions she was still exceptionally brilliant in academics despite giving the appearance of a delinquent as a growing hopeless call for attention.
After spending several years following her adolescent education, the appeal of a military career seemed to align with her wanderlust as well as a sense of unleashing her spite she held for the father she had barely known in her life and thus she decided to apply much like other individuals had in her situation— for Haruhi it seemed no matter what she did and wherever she went the interest in a career with Starfleet seemed to burrow into her mind in one way or another. This agitation, spite, and adventurous spirit collided and she was accepted into the Starfleet Academy at twenty years of age in the year of 2366.
Upon leave from the USS Melbourne her father took time to approach his daughter in earnest regret and to explain how proud he was of her; a sentiment that only seemed to agitate Haruhi at the time of their meeting. The last words she uttered to her father in said meeting would be the last words she told him before his untimely demise only a year later when he participated as part of the taskforce sent to halt the Borg insurgence in the conflict known as The Battle of Wolf 359, an unfortunate situation that led to the destruction of the starship. It would be a death that Haruhi would hold with her for the rest of her time at Starfleet Academy where she realized she had longed for her father’s attention and respect for so long to only have rejected him in anger. All anger she held in her gut turned into sadness and she focused intently on her aspirations as she went down the Security route in hopes of being able to protect others from unfortunate fates in the future.
Eventually Haruhi began serving on starships and beginning a prominent career— eventually leading to her settling as one of the principal security officer’s onboard the USS Yorktown (NCC-20045) by 2370 when the newly reinstated ship was looking for talented crew members for its return to service as led by Captain Herman Zimmerman. She spent the core of her years as an officer on the Yorktown achieving experience and accolades for her service for some time. As time would progress she was ultimately transferred to the service of the USS Orion and serves as one of the higher ranking Security Officers albeit not one of commanding clout due to her relatively young age and other factors.
[ ⛡ ] S K I L L S
CQC: Haruhi had a turbulent and juvenile youth as she allowed angst to overtake her emotions in her teenaged years on Midos V— a fact that refined her physical conditioning as well as perception of fighting others bare-knuckled despite her being not particularly tall or imposing. In those years she focused on being smarter, faster, and tougher than her opponents when she got into brawls wherever she could find them and without concern for gender or species of the particular individual she offended. She was trained rudimentary martial arts as a child and extending it into these experiences only made it more apparent as she listened to no one and challenged everyone to try something against her person. This was refined and reworked during her time in Starfleet as more styles of martial arts and experiences forced her to be more capable.
Marksmanship: Haruhi’s time in Starfleet found her favoring simulations and situations where she had to be as quick with her fists as she was with a phaser; forcing her hand to be quick, accurate, and unfaltering. She enjoys utilizing phaser rifles but knows the standard phaser will serve her just fine.
Perceptive: Haruhi tries to observe situations to understand the best way to act which lends well to her talents in CQC and Marksmanship, but it also extends to her skills in creative thinking and adaptiveness in sticky situations.
[ ⛡ ] O T H E R
— Really invested in learning about the culture of her ancestors which extends to cinema, music, traditional art, poetry, and literature.
— Utilizes kenjutsu as a form of therapy.
[ ⛡ ] S A M P L E
No.
This wasn’t real— it couldn’t be real. After everything that had gone on in her life she had finally after all the years behind her begun to put things into perspective as she worked to put her life back on track. She had finally earned some sort of recognition from her father and despite her not talking to him for nearly a solar year she had finally been able to forgive him and she was ready to tell him that and apologize for her words she had said to his face when she had met. But… the universe had taken that away from her. How could the prospect even be real? Why could this be her reality?
No.
She kept reading the report. Captain Kenichi Onizuka. Killed in Action.
No.
He was gone.
No.
Haruhi let out a bloodcurdling scream in her dormitory as her shaking hands grabbed on to the metal tray as she swung it haphazardly before releasing it from her fingers— the metal colliding against her dormitory’s walls with a loud ‘clang’ as she began to lose her mind and her emotions along with it.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” 
