Hanz Hancock's Questionnaire

Michigan,not giving my exact location,I value my privacy.

Yet I don't quite live here by choice you see,is more of me taking responsibility for my works,being the professional ones or my side jobs.

I don't reside on a fancy place,in fact I don't really enjoy such things,if works it's good,and if practical it's even better to me,my is big enough for me work, and it's far away to anyone bother me.

Perfection home sweet home. 

If I were to live somewhere else you ask? ,that depends,if I finish my work and achieve my goals, perhaps I will choose somewhere else,perhaps Alaska. 

I do enjoy cold places,who knows,I might adopt an penguin. 

I'm in the forensics area,if someone dies out of the blue,they call me,if they're having trouble finding clues or the cause of death,they call me,and so on.

But other times I earn my extra money by some side works,someone got mawled by a werewolf they often look for me, it's because I don't ask questions aside from 

"Is the person on my operation table worth saving?" Regardless of their answer,I always do my job.

But sometimes,I might get my hands on someone that didn't make it.

And in that,My contacts on black market will get their products...for Hight price,of course. 

" I want us to stop suffering.

What I mean by that is utterly and completely end the struggle of everyone,be emotional,physical or in any considerable way,I want us to move on,be stronger than yesterday,to trive on.

It's a far-fetched goal,I'm aware of it,of the fragility of it and all,humans or inhumans we are far from perfect,and it's something vital for us to be us,but at same time we are weak and we make mistakes,and we learn from them.

But we also get hurt from them,scars left be visible or not,I as an doctor want to find a cure for suffering,so maybe we won't commit to the biggest flaw in we as an species. 

The fatal flaw of repeating our mistakes.

Would I kill for it? Would I die for it? I don't know,I all hope is that I won't lose myself in this path.

" 1998/7/09 that was the most important date in my life,I was just comeing from work and heard her cry all alone and cold,it still screws my brains to this day,who would abandon a beautiful little like her? Who would be so hearthless?

Once I held her in my arms and calmed her down,I couldn't stop worrying and thinking "how did you end up here little princess? Are you hungry? Are you cold?? How can I help you?"

Then she smiled,directly at me...after that I dedicated my foolish young self to be a proper father,for her.

I took care of her for 12 years,until she fell to a illness,I expended every second of my life to find a way out for her,a cure,a miracle anything. 

But then months became days,then hours...then one night I had say one last bedtime story,for her.

After that,I made myself one little last goal,no more suffering. 

No more death.

Miss Rosalie

head nun of the church in my town,we know each other since childhood,lovely lady pretty born to be a director ha,if bossing me around wasn't enough when we were kids,she bosses the nuns to keep every part of that place impeccable,and she a is the best model for them.

Ha I gotta visit her someday.....and pay her 40 bucks I own her.

Desmond

Boy is just 24 and carries the weight of the world on his shoulders,if being a paramedic isn't stressful enough,he has to deal with troubleseme family members,some that I already had the pleasure to take of after a bar fight,he looks up to me as if I was his second dad,I'm not fit to this model anymore,but I can't let him down.

Emeri

She was my assistant,had a horrible tamper but was a sweetheart nevertheless,she had the habit of calling old fossil most of the time heh.

I heard she is a big shot nowadays, I knew she had on her.

"I can't really tell,I was for the most part,I was home schooled by my father who thought me everything I know about first aid,it went so until I was 15 years old,my old man needed to separate housework from his job as an paramedic,so when I started to frequent the nearby school,I was little lost took me while understand other,to be "friend",I spended most of my childhood...learning how to deal with the world,when instead I should be learning how to live it.

I made a few friends when I started going to church and also by helping other with homework sometimes.

I did fit in eventually,I one of the odd kids that hang out other even odd kiddos.

I only had my father,and sometimes my aunt would visit us,never met my mom,never worried about it,never wanted to worry my dad about it,haveing to raise a newborn to adulthood was challenged itself, and I always think of what he would say I he saw the man I am today.

Hahah knowing him he would say that we got tired eyes. 

Sadly no,I had experienced my share in my teen years back then,but since back then I'm always just indifferent. 

Sometimes it's easy for me to befriend someone but never...love someone they way couples do....if I ever had something close to this is a business relationship. 

I wonder if that will change someday,eh perhaps one day if wish upon a shooting star,otherwise I seriously believe it won't happen. 

But that dosen't matter much,you just need care enough about someone consider them your family,I know that very well.

But if by miracle something like this truly happens,I think will have to thank a certain cupid.