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Created on 2007-02-06 05:40:44 (#12219007), last updated 2007-04-11

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Name:	Sakura Haruno

Bio

Haruno Sakura
Character's Age: 23
Order/Neutral/Chaos: Neutral---ish. Sakura herself is a human young woman, good-natured and sacrificing, but she has a dark undercurrent cutting her psyche: she has been possessed by a demon since her early adolescence. Since she has been living an essentially symbiotic existence for most of her life---and since the demon crawled into her body at a young age---Sakura isn't aware of this other part of herself.

Except for the times when she wakes up realizing she's missing an hour, a day, a week of her life and can only conjure up cottoned feelings and white static.
Occupation/Angelic-Demonic Rank: Hospice nurse
Character's Model: Farrah Summerland
History/Biography: Sakura has never been the kind of girl that anyone would deem as 'wild'. Self-motivated and a long-time volunteer at the hospice center where she now works, Sakura has been pegged by others as being sharp, bright, and cheerful...even if her equally sharp tongue gets her in trouble at times. Growing up an only child, she'd been noted as being a touch shy. This shyness compacted itself until Sakura found herself essentially alone among her peers.

One day, a little girl sat down next to Sakura during recess, seemingly unseen by the other kids gamboling over the play equipment. This girl had bitingly red eyes and a stream of ink-black hair; she smoothed back Sakura's bangs and kissed her face, whispered to her, promised her companionship forevermore if she'd just open her heart up a little bit more.

Sakura had always been known for her innocence and neediness, too.

The little girl had welcomed something into herself that day that dropped anchor in the well of her soul as a quiet and unassuming whisper. As she grew older, Sakura told herself it was something like a split personality---"Inner" Sakura, who was vicious and proud and would sometimes spit out venomous words if Sakura let her. The instances of "Inner Sakura" surfacing were few and far between until puberty hit: as if some great godly fingers were slowly rotating a volume knob, the strength and loudness of "Inner Sakura" only increased as the years passed. Instead of just being a peekaboo act of dark flashes, "Inner Sakura"'s appearances came in the mode of black-outs and dizzy spells---she is never "there" anymore when her darker half comes out to play.

Sometimes, she'd blink and the clock will have sped through the afternoon. Sometimes, she'd wake up with some dark shade of lipstick smeared across her cheek and the back of her hand, hungover and bruised.

Sometimes, she'd hear Ino's voice on the answering machine demanding what the fuck was into her last night; has she talked to a shrink yet? She should. She should if she wants to see their friendship last.

Sometimes, Sakura wondered what would happen if she never woke up again.

Sakura knows enough about medicine to know when she's overstepped the bounds of paranoia and self-doubt and into the realm of true madness. At the same time, she knows she's not crazy---far from it, in fact. Smart, rational, and strong, she has always prided herself in being able to take care of whatever the world might toss her way.

It's just the inner landscape that might kill her.

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