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Honjo Ren (本城莲)/p>
The man known as the genius guitarist, NANA's fated love interest, an orphan, and longing for a family. He used to be the bassist of BLAST, and now he is the guitarist and composer of TRAPNEST, a man with a fragile heart. Starts taking drugs due to stress. He also proposes to Nana. 77 words in the story, because he sees the black cat on the rooftop as Nana, and the paparazzi following him, a traffic accident occurs and he dies.
Basic information
Voice: Hidetoshin Kiuchi (Game NANA: Takahiro Sakurai)
Age: 22
Blood type: A
Height: 182cm
Weight: 64kg
Ear piercings: 4 left and 3 right
Ear bones: 1
[edit section] Character Evaluation
His thin face is always adorned with a kind of inexplicable melancholy, even when he faces the joyful Nana, he is so calm, "Destiny needs to be created by yourself. He is a lotus that blooms alone at night, quietly blossoming. No one knows where he comes from, but no one can ignore him - his every step touches the hearts of millions of people, and no matter where he is, Lotus has always shone on his own, because the warehouse in which he was brought up was too narrow and too small, and so he's always striven to move forward, from stage to stage.
From the countryside to the city, he's always been a man of his own destiny.
From the countryside to the city, from the city to the capital, he couldn't look back, he always hoped to reach a wider world, because the corner where he was born was too dark, too lonely, locking up the seeds that should have been sucked into the sunlight, but couldn't keep him from yearning for a child
The soul that longs for a family, even though he always laughs at the word "loneliness," his fingers are constantly sliding on his guitar, releasing the discord that is hidden deep in his soul, the heart of his soul. His soul can only be saved by the intensity of punk.
Lian has always looked to Nana to bind him with the chains of his family. He wants more than a lock without a key. He wants a marriage certificate that binds him to the law and morality that binds him. She (Nana) is always too lenient, so that in the unlimited freedom of space, but he felt panic that both love and helpless feelings make him repeat the pace of "forward → retreat → forward again → retreat again"
The red plaid tie that is hard to catch, this end of the microphone in his heart tied firmly in the heart, but the other end of the space is always in that faraway space fluttering the love of the seed has not yet matured to his guitar to take root
He wants a marriage certificate to frame him more than law and morality to tie up the steps
She (Nana) is always too forgiving, so he feels panicky that both the love and the feelings are helpless.
In place of the promise, the Nanking lock, without a key, lay securely on Lian's hard chest, the lock with the "R" embedded in it empty, so no one could see through to what was hidden inside.
His emotions are so strong and intense, like vodka, that he can get drunk in a single shot. The embrace with Nana after a long time of separation broke down his heart's tight defenses.
The heavy protective layer was written down, he is just a man who loves his family. Unfortunately, his career and encounter did not allow him to have the opportunity to show his full expression, so he could only quietly show his warm side in the few moments when he was in love with his lover, just like a short-lived
Back then, he was always carrying a guitar on his back in the streets of the city, and the huge size was not proportional to the size of his 12 years old body. He refused to be pitied, reveled in the punk rhythms, and searched for an ideal utopia in the shouts of indulgence.
His arrogance permeated every corner of the pond, quietly straightening his back to dispel the darkness that hung over his head, and on stage, he was an irreplaceable god. He's just a big boy, not yet mentally ready to be a man. He looks at a distant weed, back and forth between love and career, unable to make a choice but to pamper himself with the warmth of love when he's upset, praying for the heat of love to take the chill off his bones.
He tries to get closer, but he's afraid of the fire of fear that will consume him.
He's stained with the smell of marijuana, helplessly wandering, helplessly calling out for help, all tinted by punk colors.
Maybe some people complained that he was a man who wanted career but not love, that he was too hesitant, too hesitant, but maybe he was afraid, afraid that the pride that belonged to him would one day rise to a place he could not reach
So he chose to leave first and wait for love to come again at the top, whether it be at the beginning or at the end, whether it be with nicotine or marijuana
He was still a lotus lotus in the city.
He is still a lotus flower waiting for love to come and pick him up in the darkness of the pond.