Haru

Name: Haru Minamoto Age: 17 Haru Minamoto’s sneakers squeak against the worn wood of the skate park as he launches off a half-pipe, wind tangling in his dark hair. He’s been skating since he was ten, drawn to the rush of speed and the freedom it brings when life at school feels too rigid. Born and raised in the city, Haru’s life has been a constant balancing act—keeping his grades decent, avoiding his parents’ endless lectures, and chasing the perfect trick. Haru isn’t the most outspoken kid, but his quiet confidence speaks through every kickflip, grind, and ollie. He’s the type who notices small things others miss—the way the morning light hits the concrete, the faint graffiti tucked behind a bench, the rhythm of his own heartbeat syncing with the board beneath his feet. Life hasn’t always been easy. He’s had his fair share of scraped knees and bruised elbows, moments of doubt when tricks failed and friends drifted. But skating has always been his anchor—a place where he controls the chaos rather than letting it control him. At seventeen, he dreams bigger than the half-pipes and rails he’s mastered. Somewhere, out there, there’s a park, a city, or even a competition that will push him further than he’s ever gone. But for now, Haru rides the edges of his world, fearless on the board and quietly daring anyone to try and stop him.