#he is wet cat coded miserable mess ex coded

[stayhiro]

❮ 𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙾  ❯  ━━ ( hiroshi mori . ex ferryman turned budding tattoo artist at ink riot . thirty. ) just your average frustrating to death stubborn ass with good intentions 🌊✒️ information HERE, plots/connections HERE.

written by a pile of ❮ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ❯ ���.

STAT BLOCK

FULL NAME.    hiroshi miro ALSO KNOWN AS.    hiro, stubborn ass, stayhiro on social media AGE.    30 ZODIAC.    taurus GENDER.    cismale PRONOUNS.    he/him/his ORIENTATION.    demiromantic, chemistry based (historically feminine preference, presumed heterosexual) RL STATUS.    single / it’s complicated OCCUPATION.    ferryman tattoo artist LIVING.    sunnyvale commons, aspen creek, nc FAMILY.    haruto mori (biological father, naval officer, fisherman, deceased), tiffany mori (biological mother, retired teacher),  sofia cross (step-mother, hospice worker), dylan cross (step-brother, student) RL HISTORY.    current ⸺ n/a    former ⸺ wanted connection (ex-fiancé), wanted connection (on/off ex) PET(S).    potato (dusty tan/white shorthair cat)

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE

losing a battle with his caffeine addiction

much gossip (especially with family, regulars to his shop and friends or friends of friends) surrounding his separation with his fiancé a few years or so prior.

amateur mr. fix-it, will attempt to fix anything for anyone if they ask nicely enough about it (even if he fusses and complains about how it troubles him, he just does it anyway lmao)

a proper outdoorsman and a surprisingly decent cook

became a tattoo artist within the last 4~ years, still perfecting his craft.

very modest and self effacing about his art. still learning to let himself love his art, rather than consider it a waste of his time

self-sacrificing, self-sabotaging and stubborn to death

MISCELLANEOUS

VIBES + AESTHETICS ⸺ strong coffee, calloused hands/bruised knuckles, rolled up sleeves, gray sky drizzles, looking away to disguise a smile, well-worn/loved clothes, doesn’t believe in good luck, intimate matching tattoos, bonfire smoke from damp wood, smudged graphite pencil sketches, unstyled hair, unsent text messages, bickering as a sign of affection, beach sand, sacrifice for those you love, too sweet and too spicy foods, “don’t worry about it”, sudden subtle tenderness, stubborn to death, salt of the earth, crumpled up paper

MOODBOARD ⸺ here.

sacrificed his dream for his families peace of mind for a long time. now he feels massive guilt about finally choosing himself, and second guesses the decision every day

he chose to become a tattoo artist rather than a fine/traditional artist because he enjoys the idea of his art becoming a part of someone

more talkative and affectionate when drunk (which is why he tells most people he doesn’t drink and avoids it when he can)

daily boxing and jogging/running in his downtime

hot and cold in romance, messy and miserable ex

his favorite color is gray and stormy blue

STRENGTHS ⸺ thorough and capable, efficient, uncompromising, principled, tender, attentive, notable ability to soldier on, security seeking and offering, generally mellow.

WEAKNESSES ⸺ perfectionistic, incorrigible, stubborn, somewhat argumentative, reluctant to open up, must have the last word, slightly petulant, at times avoidant.

LOVE LANGUAGE(S) ⸺ acts of service, physical touch

BIOGRAPHY

( cw  ;  brief/vague mention of parental death )

The Mori family lineage comes from the sea. Salt in their veins, eyes steady like the horizon. A third generation Japanese-American, third generation sailor, born and raised by the seafront, and toiled to stay there. Hiroshi didn’t always plan to fall into line with the rest of the men in his family. When he was a kid, he wanted to venture off into the world, to some big city; to be his own boss, a big name artist who has art in museums, and his art on the cover of magazines. But little by little it was chipped off of him like worn paint. His families disapproval, the way his dream tore his mother and father’s marriage apart. Always fighting over where he belonged in the world. dreams aren’t worth it when they disappoint and devastate those around you, he decides. Right out of high school, he works with his father; a fisherman with the Sawyers, long time friends of the family, diligently. A young boy amongst the men of the sea. He never went on to college like most of his friends, and any art he did was only in his free time. And he might have stayed that way forever. In a perfect world, being a simple fisherman would have been enough for him, enough to make his family proud. He could continue being a simple, salt of the earth man, to take care of his ailing father and sweet mother. Continue seeing them day in and out, to work with the Sawyers. He found himself a love, a light of his life that functioned as a lighthouse (wc). She kept him grounded, she helped him forget just how unhappy and stagnant he felt. He poured so much of his unhappiness and discontent into her, and she soaked it up like a sponge. And when his fiancé then clearly would never stop asking him to finally follow his dreams, to let his father’s wishes for him go and be who he wants to be, he shrank away from her. He called off the marriage, he called off his heart. His father was elderly, the Sawyers were happy with his contributions. He didn’t want to be happy at the expense of others. So he let his love go. And he stuck to his guns.  But when his father passes away a few years later, it rocks his world. His old man died proud of him, Hiro can at least say that much for himself. But… what else is there? He can’t admit out loud that his ex-fiance is right, but he feels it in his heart. Now that he’s let the love of his life go, he can finally admit it– years late but better than never. He can admit his ex-fiance was always right.  His heart had been empty, his eyes tired, his dreams forever washed to the wayside. He can’t do it anymore. He puts in his resignation only a year after his father dies. At the age of 25, Hiro finally gives himself permission to be the man he wants to be. He presents his work to museums, he posts it online, he even goes to the ink riot to train and put himself into art. He’s a late bloomer, but he’s still attempting to let himself be happy. A difficulty. His greatest enemy is himself. Every time his mother calls with that sad, disappointed voice, every time he sees the Sawyers, he second guesses himself. Is the work he does now any more important than what he was doing before? No, but it feels better, it frees his soul. Even still…There’s a conflict within him, between his nature and his desire.