#ššæš¶šš°š³š²š³ : dependent original character, ššššš šššššš, for lawlessfm.
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šš®š„š„ š§šš¦š lukas kaito ohtani.
š§š¢šš¤š§šš¦š(š¬) luke.
šššš šØš šš¢š«šš” august 29th.
šš š thirty-eight.
š©š„ššš šØš šš¢š«šš”ā manhattan, new york city, new york.
šš®š«š«šš§š š«šš¬š¢ššš§šš lower manhattan, soho, new york city.
š¬šš±š®šš„š¢šš² heterosexual.
šš„š„šš š¢šš§šš the dead hand.
šØššš®š©ššš¢šØš§ dead hand capo / card shark at old world casino.
š©šš«šš§šš¬ ššššššš šššššš. ššššš šššššš, deceased.
š¬š¢šš„š¢š§š š¬ an only child.
š°š¢šš šš¢ššš š¢šš-šššššš.
šš”š¢š„šš«šš§ a son, ššš, deceased.
š³šØšš¢šš virgo sun, scorpio moon, scorpio rising.
ššš«šØš death, the tower, three of swords.
š„šš§š š®šš šš¬ english / japanese.
šš«šš¢šš¬ protective, vengeful, impulsive, resilient, cunning, compassionate, adaptable, sardonic, overly suspicious.
š¬š¤š¢š„š„š¬ hand-to-hand combat. classically trained in martial arts, taekwondo and kung fu. expert card player. decent marksman.
š”šš¢š š”š 6'3.
šš®š¢š„š muscular. lean.
šš¢š¬šš¢š§š š®š¢š¬š”š¢š§š ššššš®š«šš¬ has a prominent scar under his right eye and scattered scarring on his back, upper arms, legs, and chest from the car crash that killed his son. walks with a somewhat noticeable limp ( also from the accident ).
š¢š§šš„š®šš§ššš¬ grey trace ( upgrade ), frank castle ( marvel ), kimura ( bullet train ), ah sahm ( warrior ), the narrator ( fight club ), jason todd ( dc ), a.i. artificial intelligence.
tw: parental death, child death.
in the heart of gritty new york, you are born in the ebb and flow of the cityās pulse in 1993, emerging from a turbulent childhood marked by the harsh realities of life. your early years were a precarious balance between navigating the chaotic streets and finding solace in the cityās underbelly. your parents, immigrants seeking a better life, struggling to make ends meet, instill in you a resilience forged in the face of adversity. a rebellious teen, you frequently clash with your father, who harbored dreams of a better life for you. enticed by the allure of rebellion, you veered off course and fell in with what he deemed the wrong crowdā¦
the dead hand. the rain-slicked streets of the city became your playground, and within the shadowy folds of this clandestine faction, you discovered a new kind of family. as your ties with the dead hand strengthen, the relationship with your father continues to deteriorate. the fractures deepen, reaching a critical point when your mother unexpectedly passes. in the wake of this loss, you find solace and escape in the electrifying realm of high-stakes card games at the old world casino, further widening the chasm between you and your father. the neon-lit nights become a refuge, a place where the shuffle of cards is a welcomed relief to the strained silences at home.
within the shimmering lights of the old world casino, you encounter lydia yao. your complete opposite. the magnetic pull between you was undeniable. a romance, rich and poignant, blossoms, sweeping you into a whirlwind and exchanging of vows. in lydia, you found an ethereal connection, a kind of love that etched itself into the very fabric of your being and only deepens with the arrival of your little boy, ren. with your sonās birth, a shadow lifted, and even your strained relationship with your father seemed to mend⦠for a time.
in the quiet recesses of your mind, the night six-year-old ren was violently snatched from you echoes, relentlessly. the details blur as grief intensifies, and the pain becomes a relentless tide. the accident, the fatal crash that spared you and lydia while claiming the life of your son ā itās a festering wound that refuses to heal. life spirals, you descend into a drunken mess, and the marriage that once held the promise of forever is now at its breaking point. a sinister suspicion gnaws at you, an eerie feeling that this tragedy was not a mere twist of fate. something doesnāt sit right, and a determination, fueled by grief and desperation, grips your splintered resolve.
as the weeks morph into months, you become a relentless hunter consumed by the quest to unveil the truth behind the accident. your fatherās words about a manās duty to protect his family haunt you each night. was it an act of retaliation? retribution for one of the many evenings at the old world casino you caught desperate patrons in your web of cards? the nights are spent in pursuit, the neon glow of the city mirroring the burning intensity of your heart as you attempt to piece together the fragments of a shattered existence.
connections.
lukas has been incessantly pursuing what happened to his son, so any muse in law enforcement has probably seen his face enough times to want to yeet him into orbit.
any other dead hand members or old world casino colleagues. he's been in and out the past few months and acting chaotic so lukas has no doubt been A Problem as of late.
friends, acquaintances, anything really! my brain is fried so i'll have to come back to this.















