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at STARLIGHT BAR , a friday night . with / @lunarcovestarters .

The mood around him is crystalline and cozy, with the cobalt sky hanging above and twinkling lights, the music and chatter deafening out the sound of late night rain hazing over the glass panes. Despite the Starlight's best effort, his heart beats angrily against his soul and leaves him feeling imperceptibly bruisedᅳ Not to the touch, on the skin, but somewhere infinitesimal, inside the fundamentals of who he is.

But that's why he's here isn't it? To forget about that unreachable gnawing. So he beelines for the quietest corner, for the nearest face he thinks he might recognize (no matter how hardly), and swoops in. His smirk is barely hanging on the corners of his lips. “Hey,” it comes out rough so he clears it with a throaty sound and then steps closer before retreading his attempt, “want some- probably shitty but maybe better than nothing- company?"

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Something something, misery loves companyᅳ Hanzo's carried over by the downcast mood and all that came with it. He doesn't pretend to know everything, nor everyone. His standoffish nature stood in opposition to that goal ; if he ever wanted to be close enough to understand, he would have to chisel himself out of the hole he'd dug out around him. But he tries, in spite of that nature. He drops a bin of flowers unceremoniously to his side and stands politely far enough aside. "No need to explain yourself," he leans down, plucks a flower and lays it atop the grave. He donates flowers to all the graves, but he doesn't clarify as much. "Just payin my respects. [...] What's the preference ; if she is, or isn't- in there, i mean?" Perhaps a bit of a macabre joke, barely one, deadpanned at that, but he means to lighten the mood and he isn't so good at this.

Open starter lunar cove cemetery

The unlit cigarette hang limply from his lips, unlit. He hadn't smoked since high school, but there had been a niggling temptation to once he got back to town. This is some Augustus Waters bullshit. He thought, tucking the cigarette behind his ear. He liked cemeteries, people tended to leave you alone there, but when people got too close the thoughts of grief and sadness could be overwhelming. Looking at his mother's headstone, there for Briar's benefit he assumed, he sighed, still unresolved on how to feel. Sensing someone come up next to him, feeling their eyes on him, he announced. "Don't fret about me, I'm just making sure she's actually in there."

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𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 。

﹟꒰ beta werewolf / 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 owner。꒱

𝐓𝐋𝐃𝐑 。 A longtime LC resident, lifetime troublemaker, with a deep desire to believe in unconditional love (but never one to receive very much of it), and a natural born cynic. Loyal to HIMSELF and those who are loyal to him only. Even among his own PACK he has never been one to fall in line easily; prone to poking holes in his parachute. Solemn + lonely + angry / patient + attentive + still learning how to love .

FULL BIOGRAPHY HERE 。CONNECTIONS PAGE.

SKIM FRIENDLY SUMMARY BELOW 。

He grew up in an affluent family who put image first, with a hands-off father and a socialite mother. His natural instincts were to fight against any restrictions, and acting out is not just his second nature but his first (this stands true to this day).

They moved partially as a part of his parents careers but also to escape Hanzo's reprimands from being both a poor student and one who caused regular fights/trouble with other students.

After moving to Lunar Cove when Hanzo was 15, this did not improve immediately. But he met a girl he liked who thought he was mean and it did make him look at himself a little differently.

He shaped up just a bit, mellowed out, took up an after school job gardening for an elderly. He got his attitude and grades and sense of purpose back above board (cue the first instance of Hanzo's still remaining instinct to change himself under pressure or for others to love him).

He went through another rough patch for a while. Around 18 he found his way into the Pack, (already knowing several werewolves and having friends among the pack helped), seeking family and a sense of purpose, as well as a sense of strength and power.

Over the years he's remained loyal to the pack, though just barely. He has a hot and cold relationship with all of them, just as he does with most people in his life. But ultimately, he's been a member for so long now, the only way to leave is to make a play for the alpha (which he teeters on the thought of doing at least once a month).

He doesn't generally make friends easily, and isn't supremely easy to get along with, but he has his moments.

Much like his green thumb with plants, he is quite patient and attentive, calm and down to earth when he wants to be (keywords there lol). But once he warms up he generally has more good days than bad.

His self sabotaging habit might be clear to anyone who's known him for more than a year or 2 whoops.

A rare breed of introverted Leo, all the passion and showboating but in all the wrong ways.

Of average intelligence (lower when it comes to emotional intelligence tbh lol), he's a practical man, hands-on/man of action, he thrives when putting his head to a task, or when experimenting with an outcome.

As a business owner he's hands-on as well. He's frequently in shop and even curates his own flowers to sell there. In fact if the man has a proper passion or a single thing he doesn't keep his guard up with it's anything flowers/landscaping. It's maybe the only easy in you'll have to get closer to him without resistance.

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