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It was a perfected mask that Hanzo wore during the day, mostly a facade to keep prying eyes away from his life and how he chose to go through with it. If you looked okay, no one ever asked questions. If you focused on being the one with the questions, or perhaps even answers, then no one had the time to do the same to you. It was a great method of self preservation, wasn't it? Slowly dying from the inside, with no one the wiser until eventually Hanzo fell forward, rotting at the core and letting his insides spill out for all to see. "Maybe you deserve it," a faceless voice whispered into his ear, earning a snarl from the Akita as he turned to face in that direction, neck snapping almost unnaturally towards it. Frustration was building steadily in Hanzo's gut the longer he sat there, surrounded by prying faces and hushed voices that whispered from the shadows, still not completely quiet. He wanted them all to leave. To shut the fuck up. But no - the constant reminder was always there, and on occasions such as this, nightmares plagued Hanzo ceaselessly even as he attempted to push them back. They never came often, but they always hit hard.
"No they don't. But one day maybe, they'll be quieter." Tesla's voice visibly startles Hanzo, and he shifts his eyes towards him as if he had completely forgotten of the wolf's presence. He stiffens, allowing the words to sink in, but after a defensive moment he all but crumpled forward once more, pressing a paw to his forehead to stop the headache plaguing him. In a way he was glad for those words, and not the usual lies that he got from people telling him it'll all eventually pass and it'll be okay. You didn't forget things that Hanzo had seen and done. The voices simply wouldn't stop, and there was an odd sense of ironic comfort that someone understood that equally as well. It wouldn't pass, that's what Tesla meant. It wouldn't pass but it got better. Nightmares used to plague him each night, so he was already visibly improving. But that was hardly a thrill for him.
Once more a startled expression formed on Hanzo's features as Tesla spoke up once more, this time inquiring of what he could do to help. His eyes open up once more, though this time far less haunted then before. There was just an intense fatigue present there, one that sunk deep into his bones and soul and forced his already small body to look even smaller. Fragile. It was a good word to describe him and the situation. Stubborn and fragile. A wariness was also seeping into him, and it made his eyes flicker around at all the different faces with a coldness gripping his expression, as if daring any of them to say something so that he had the personal right to rip someone's throat out at that moment. Tesla wasn't spared the look either, and soon enough suspicion accompanied the ice that had settled in his eyes, turning them into a storm of emotions. He didn't even know if half of them were real. This could still be a dream for all he knew, and they were all going to die and blame him for it as well. He was going to blame himself for it.
But the ice melts soon enough as he realized he was too exhausted to be able to keep it up, whatever strength the anger and suspicion had given him evaporated, shoulders instantly sagging forward as his expression turned defeated. He hasn't answered the question yet, he realized. But what was there to say? He wanted so much, and it seemed like such a pointless question. So with a sharp jerk of his head the Akita replied with a no, reaching towards the yellow ribbon tied around his neck, staring to play with it to steady his nerves. "Gomen'nasai. You didn't need to see me like this," he soon murmured out once more, grimacing at how pathetic he sounded. "You can all go home if you want."
hanzo shimada — prefers to be called shimada by strangers — han to a select few — uses traditional japanese honorifics — male
homosexual homoromantic — single, not looking
warrior — windclan — former heir of shimada clan
mentally: equivalent to 38 human years — physically: twenty five months
skilled assassin and archer — outcast of the shimada clan — based off of dragon!hanzo with headcanon influences
PHYSICAL: REFERENCE
Hanzo is a well muscled and able bodied black-toned Akita with amber colored eyes. He has multiple piercings on his body, including but not limited to a bridge piercing and an earring on his right ear. He has a bow and quiver strapped onto his body that he always carries around, as well as a keychain with his brother's face inside the locket as a memoir. Due to a previous accident, Hanzo lacks both back legs, which have been replaced by prosthetics. His entire left paw also has a dragon tattoo spiraling around it, which is the medium through which he can transform into and call upon his spirit dragon form. His form is littered with scales that glow blue underneath his skin upon feeling certain strong emotions, as do his eyes. He is a chimera, having absorbed his twin during childbirth and as a result can split up into two dragons.
• other bodies: blue and gold eastern dragon. Hanzo is capable of transforming into two blue and gold eastern dragons, both of which can become both bigger or smaller upon will.
• injuries: xxx
CONFRONTATION:
• powers include telekinesis, electricity/water/air manipulation, and the sight (all mastered) — can split soul up into two spirit dragons that he can control to some extent — cannot be seen unless they want to be seen
• masterful skill — great condition — difficult to beat
• will always start fights — shows mercy — can kill you but tries not to
• hard to his friendship — extremely difficult to earn his respect
• speaks fluent Japanese — just as a warning, roleplayer doesn't
• attack in bold black or risk being ignored
• powerplaying any actions is prohibited