Haru 'Ikari' - Medic-Scout (TF2 oc)

Age: 37 years Height: ~1.53 m Class: Scout / Medic Nationality: Japanese (Osaka) Team: GRN (Guerrilla Natural Response)

Haru is short, compact, and made of nerves, not muscles. His small stature is deceiving, and he knows it better than anyone. His body is lean, resilient, accustomed to running, crouching, sliding through narrow corridors, and disappearing before anyone notices he's already bleeding.

His posture is slightly hunched forward, typical of someone who is always on the move. When still, he seems too quiet. In action, he becomes a blur.

The face is rarely seen in its entirety. He wears a reinforced medical mask with a rigid front grille, more like a tactical respirator than a standard hospital mask. Haru prefers that no one read his mouth, his teeth, or his breath.

The eyes, visible behind round, thick-lensed glasses, are attentive and tired. It's not physical exhaustion, it's the weariness of someone who has seen too many people die right in front of them. The gaze oscillates between clinical concentration and a silent, almost provocative irony.

When the mask falls (which is rare), the face is thin, with sharp features and a naturally serious, almost severe expression.

Dark, straight, medium-length hair, usually messy as it's partially hidden under his medical helmet, which bears a clearly visible cross. A few strands escape, revealing that he doesn't waste time on vanity when the mission calls.

~Clothing Haru wears a long, buttoned medical-military coat with a high collar and heavy structure. It blends the aesthetics of a field doctor with something almost inquisitorial.

Durable jacket, full of functional pockets.

Adjustable trousers for mobility

Sturdy boots, designed for running and rough terrain.

Special gloves with built-in double blades, used both for self-defense and for procedures too fast for a regular scalpel.

A modified crossbow, used to fire tranquilizer or chemical darts.

Scalpel always at hand, treated almost as an extension of the fingers.

Portable bone saw, no ceremony, no drama.

Compact, yet frighteningly complete medical kit.

Haru doesn't speak loudly. He doesn't need to. He is direct, dry, and to the point. When giving orders, he doesn't argue. When treating the wounded, he is quick, precise, and cold… but effective in an almost comforting way.

There's something unsettling about him: He seems calmer in the chaos than outside of it.

Among allies, he maintains emotional distance. Not out of contempt, but for self-preservation. He's lost too many people to allow himself to become easily attached.