from quantic dreams's dbh.
very heavily headcanon / divergent influenced.
written by mo.
est: 21/6/18
refurb: 24/12/18
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blog created on 21 / 6 / 18 , moved on 24 / 12 / 18 .
as written by mo. tracking #lutnnt .
l. DISCLAIMER .
this is an ic roleplay blog for hank anderson, canon character from quantic dreamsβs 2018 video game detroit become human. i am in no way affiliated with the company, clancy brown, or any sort like that. / this blog will contain heavy NSFW material. this including but not limited to alcohol, abuse, coarse langugage, gore. all topics as such will be tagged accordingly. my trigger tags will go as following: tw "subject here". ex: tw alcohol , tw character death
l. ACTIVITY .
my activity is currently put on a semi for all blogs because of my shitty ass health. i will always try to get to things as quickly as possible. if i'm slow on something (or literally everything bitch lmao), do know unless said publicly that i will be dropping threads, i have not forgotten and will get to it, baby, i promise. i try to check my tag like everyday, so, thereβs still a chance i forgot to like it to let you know i seent you or that i just suck and missed it completely.
ll. INTERACTIONS.
i will only be writing with those i am in mutual follow with. this is to keep my spirits high and my drafts low k thanks. should you ever prefer a certain verse please let me know. in those mutual follow withs, i am open to crossovers, ocs, aus, etc. though my preference is formatting and paragraphs, 'cause a bitch loves her some aesthetics, i canβt even always achieve that, so i donβt ask you to. write as much as you can or as much as you feel. one liner or fuckin?? war and peace - be my guest. i do ask, though, that you cut your posts so we donβt have a cluttered ass mess. dropping threads: weβre still cool. if you arenβt feeling it, overwhelmed, hate me n wish i'd throw myself down a hill, whatever it is, youβre good to drop whatever you want to when you want to. / lastly, never be afraid to send in a meme, turn an answered ask into a thread, anything like that!
lll. RELATIONSHIPS.
im usually dumb ship whore. however, as for hank , i will be far more selective when it comes to romantic relationships. they'll be very far and inbetween. chemistry is always key. there has to be something there, something that clicks, and i will most likely ship it as well. pre - established relationships are alright with me, of course after some discussion especially if your character is an oc.
exclusivity and mains are always fun - again, we'd just have to talk.
hank as well as myself are of age, however, the same rule applies everywhere; sexual nsfw material will not be discussed written with anyone under the age. a bitch is too cute for jail man. i'm clumsy i'll accidentally drop the soap every twelfth of a second. should nsfw content appear (which honestly prob won't happen as pure fuckin smut legit ever js) it will most likely not be placed under readmore for easy reading and replying purposes but, will always be tagged as plain "nsfw" or "smut".
lll. CREDITS.
all icons, edits, etc. are made by myself unless stated otherwise. this base theme is the work of the talented awokenhope and has since been heavily coded and changed. that being said, please do not be a lil bitch and take anything from them nor myself, this including asforementioned, headcanons, etc. not cool. you're a lame egg and dogs don't love you if you do.
STATISTICS.
UNIVERSES.
RELATIONSHIPS.
BLOG LINKS.
l. BASICS.
FULL NAME: Hank J. Anderson
/hΓ¦Εk/ ESTATE RULER. Introduced by the Normans, became the English form of Harry. A compound name composed from heim (home) and rik (ruler, king). ALIAS[ES]:Lieutenant, Hard-Boiled Cop, Andy, Hanky Panky, Spank AGE: 53, as of 2038
*33, 2018
SEPTEMBER 6, 1985 GENDER: Cis-Male
ETHNICITY: Caucasion
NATIONALITY: American
BIRTHPLACE: Ann Arbor, Michigan
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Detroit, Michigan
ORIENTATION: Demisexual, Demiromantic
LANGUAGES: English
OCCUPATIONS:Grocery Store Clerk, Security Guard, Red Ice Task Force, Lieutenant - Head of the Citywide Android Deviancy Case with partnership to assigned CyberLife's most advanced prototype, RK800. verse and thread dependent
ll. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
FACE CLAIMS: Clancy Brown, Jeff Bridges
EYE COLOR: Sky Blue
HAIR COLOUR: Light brown
HEIGHT: 6'4, 193cm
WEIGHT: 209lbs, 94.8kg
BODY BUILD: Stocky, Broad
TATTOO[S] / PIERCING[S]: No piercings / A floral, feathered design of a voodoo mistress on his chest. Vines around a knife on his upper thigh. "DEE-TROIT!" chant on upper back. Cole's birthday "9.23.29" on his breast. A sun on his right shoulder, collection of various vines and german writing on his arm
SCAR[S]: Several scars and bruises on the job / across arms, back and legs, self inflicted scars on arms and hands. Long scar on abdomen from car wreckage. Stab wound on upper arm.
PROMINENT FEATURES: Shoulders, Eyes
lll. RELATIONSHIPS / FAMILY.
PARENTS:
Richard J. Anderson ( Father, deceased - long lasting effects of drug abuse. )
Helene A. Wood - Anderson ( Mother, deceased - osteosarcoma cancer. ) SIBLINGS: None SIGNIFICANT OTHER:
Cecily Elenore Murphy ( ex - girlfriend, alive - residing in Burbank, California. )
Keith Lee Baumann ( ex - boyfriend, whereabouts unknown. )
Laurel Ann Sanders ( ex - wife, alive - residing in Binghamton, New York. ) verse and thread dependent. CHILDREN:
Cole Garrett Anderson ( son, deceased - fatal injuries from car wreckage. ) verse and thread dependent
Virgos are always paying attention to the smallest details and their deep sense of humanity makes them one of the most careful signs of the zodiac. Their methodical approach to life ensures that nothing is left to chance, and although they are often tender, their heart might be closed for the outer world. This is a sign often misunderstood, not because they lack the ability to express, but because they won't accept their feelings as valid, true, or even relevant when opposed to reason. The symbolism behind the name speaks well of their nature, born with a feeling they are experiencing everything for the first time.
Virgo is an Earth sign, fitting perfectly between Taurus and Capricorn. This will lead to a strong character, but one that prefers conservative, well-organized things and a lot of practicality in their everyday life. These individuals have an organized life, and even when they let go to chaos, their goals and dreams still have strictly defined borders in their mind.
TROPES: Holy Plot Twist !, Like A Son to Me, Broken Ace, Oh Crap!, Better Than You Think You Are, Tempting Fate, I Just Don't Get It!, Mental Breakage, Sir Swears-A-Lot, Deadpan Snarker, Leitmotif, Character Development, I've Had it With These Motherfucking Snakes, Jerk With A Heart of Gold, Boom! Roasted, Kick the Dog, Cluster F-Bomb, Defrosting the Ice King, The Grump
Vl. STATISTICS AND VARIOUS TESTS.
MBTI: ISFP-T
Adventurers are definitely introverts, surprising their friends further when they step out of the spotlight to be by themselves to recharge. Just because they are alone though, doesnβt mean people with the Adventurer personality type sit idle β they take this time for introspection, assessing their principles. Rather than dwelling on the past or the future, Adventurers think about who they are. They return from their cloister, transformed.
and seated 'pon his breath lies thick contents of honey whiskeys, sarcastic wedges. invited diversion. survival of the fittest. a time and beaten exterior remains ever blunt and cold. inside, though - inside he's a whirlpool. wielded into his gut, a feeling. and so he takes another sip and feels it burn his throat.
the revolution's rising against the streets of detroit, felt by thick sheets of canvas white snow and particles. DEATH SENTENCE AND FATALITY. and he's frowning, ash brows knit at the android aside him. furrows into tension lines, gun rounds, bruises, a climax fit for bestowed heroes. cold, gentle coaxes. they're all lamb to the slaughter. fingers tug, pull, his gun against his waist. suicidial tendency and rampant thought, he puts it to the test.
a war, a drawn out battlewound to work through, now drawn to soothing comforts. there, with his tongue stilled and quiet, he can taste the dirt that should be his grave - no more than an error in the making. but, he was alive. they'd lived. soaring honey. that same tongue tastes the residue of his new drink, a drink to honor freedom. everything will be alright.
❝ you still gotta be careful out there . ’cause not everyone’s just gonna change like that. and you fuck ‘round, do somethin’ crazy? THEY’LL TAKE YOU OUT. ❞
❝ hmm … what is a pretty thing like me doing in a place like this ? ❞ paragon of the pristine pushing on the doors to other people’s worlds darling smile crushed in carved palms just to say hello . gone were all her golden days , gilded in camera flashes and plastic grins to millions upon millions just watching to see it dance . marvellous machine lost to time . dissolving flag on the moon . a cassette tape . all the headlines sang of them , NIGHTMARES FROM SCIENCE FICTION ! electric disasters weeping freely , raising laughter like bullets and glasses like friends . it hurt her head . unsettled that thing within all blossomed bright and curling round her coding ( no thanks to him )
he who now beheld key to all her mystery , a kiss to the temple aglow enough to soothe riled crimson flashes . all their years and years a secret … it should have been a crime .
❝ i want what i want . ❞ it began , steadfast && self assured ( IMPOSSIBLE ! ) ❝ to walk into a bar after a long day , and for some silver fox to buy me a drink . ❞ plastic aphrodite rolled off the waves and onto splinter wood , tumbling into coarse mortal arms all broad and warm and wonderful . halo tucked away beneath a poor disguise , wool hat to smother evidence of a creature in humble drinker’s stead . it was not welcome here … but she could be ? a smile had to follow , that gruff surprise . fool man , i adore you . marble fingers unfurled from her pockets to wander into his hair , ribbons of sand turned whips of smoke . laces of amber at the mouth . ❝ so … i’ll have what you’re having . on the rocks . ❞