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Current I turned 40 recently. Nothing happened, no crisis or anything. Turns out it's just another year.

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In Discontinued → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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HANNA WILLIAMSON

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Hanna kept on smiling at it all. It was strangely satisfying to take part of this endeavor, already. She was taken back by the thought or reaction to her own state of mind. This was just the right refresher, the breather, the break she needed from that fucking cesspool of a city she came from. Being near to Jack felt oddly natural, as if they had met a hundred times before this moment. There was a kind of mutual understanding of whatever atmosphere they were in, or perhaps the attitude towards it. Hanna flung a quick glance at the bartender and ordered a drink: "Vodka Orange, please." She said and turned her attention right back at the close company. "Yeah, fuck Meir, creeping up on people like that." Hanna said and threw the guy a wink along with a playful smirk. She clearly followed up on Jack's jumpiness and tried to lighten the atmosphere with a little friendly banter. Her attention was all theirs for a few seconds before everyone that were invited seemingly welled in all at the same time. "I hope so. Looking this good ain't easy, you know." She responded, lightheartedly, to Meir while receiving her drink from the bartender.

Hanna was distracted by Jack's musings and conversation with the bartender. She had a tendency to stare at people and observe their emotional state. Hanna's eyes sailed between Jack and the bartender in their conversation about a person who worked or works there. Maya, huh... Hanna thought to herself. Ever since some point back in school, a point that Hanna could not recall, there had been some looming suspicion that Jack's taste leaned heavily towards the home team. The thought sprung to Hanna's mind again, as it had back then. Although, she had an entirely different attitude towards it this time around. Ever since her fifteen minutes of fame while cheating on her boyfriend with a chick, it had become ever so apparent that Hanna did not mind intimacy with either team.

A familiar ruckus interrupted the moment. Those well loved and perhaps hated colors could only be sported properly by one man, and one man only. Hanna had plenty of crazy experiences and memories with the old gang, for better and worse, but none of them quite measured up to the shit this guy did back in the days. "OH MY GOD, yes!" Hanna exclaimed with overwhelming excitement almost jumped into Connor's arms for a warm hug. The sensational dopamine burst easily distracted Hanna's simple brain from noticing many of the other familiar faces that slipped into the place during the fleeting moments. "This guy had brain damage long before we graduated," Hanna chuckled at Jack's snappy response. "Maybe a bit tight around the waist. Dad bod already, huh? Kinda hot, though." Hanna smiled and returned to her seat next to Jack, taking a sip from her drink.

It was difficult for Hanna to miss Freya's entrance, seeing as they spoke or met almost every week back in NYC through work. However, in that mundane although welcome sight of a familiar face, Hanna noticed some kind of reaction in Meir when the Norse Goddess entered. Despite not being a mind reader or witch of famous kind, Hanna was emotionally smart enough to see that something positive yet distressing happened in the poor boy. "What's with you, Meir? You look nervous." Hanna said and took another sip of her drink, eyes intently starting at Meir. "My former so called friends aren't coming to this, so no need to worry."

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^{_{HANNA WILLIAMSON}} ^{█ act one: way down we go} ^{p. johnson's @nodogs@sweven7@Salsa Verde} _{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}	_{Hanna kept on smiling at it all. It was strangely satisfying to take part of this endeavor, already. She was taken back by the thought or reaction to her own state of mind. This was just the right refresher, the breather, the break she needed from that fucking cesspool of a city she came from. Being near to Jack felt oddly natural, as if they had met a hundred times before this moment. There was a kind of mutual understanding of whatever atmosphere they were in, or perhaps the attitude towards it. Hanna flung a quick glance at the bartender and ordered a drink: "Vodka Orange, please." She said and turned her attention right back at the close company. "Yeah, fuck Meir, creeping up on people like that." Hanna said and threw the guy a wink along with a playful smirk. She clearly followed up on Jack's jumpiness and tried to lighten the atmosphere with a little friendly banter. Her attention was all theirs for a few seconds before everyone that were invited seemingly welled in all at the same time. "I hope so. Looking this good ain't easy, you know." She responded, lightheartedly, to Meir while receiving her drink from the bartender. Hanna was distracted by Jack's musings and conversation with the bartender. She had a tendency to stare at people and observe their emotional state. Hanna's eyes sailed between Jack and the bartender in their conversation about a person who worked or works there. Maya, huh... Hanna thought to herself. Ever since some point back in school, a point that Hanna could not recall, there had been some looming suspicion that Jack's taste leaned heavily towards the home team. The thought sprung to Hanna's mind again, as it had back then. Although, she had an entirely different attitude towards it this time around. Ever since her fifteen minutes of fame while cheating on her boyfriend with a chick, it had become ever so apparent that Hanna did not mind intimacy with either team. A familiar ruckus interrupted the moment. Those well loved and perhaps hated colors could only be sported properly by one man, and one man only. Hanna had plenty of crazy experiences and memories with the old gang, for better and worse, but none of them quite measured up to the shit this guy did back in the days. "OH MY GOD, yes!" Hanna exclaimed with overwhelming excitement almost jumped into Connor's arms for a warm hug. The sensational dopamine burst easily distracted Hanna's simple brain from noticing many of the other familiar faces that slipped into the place during the fleeting moments. "This guy had brain damage long before we graduated," Hanna chuckled at Jack's snappy response. "Maybe a bit tight around the waist. Dad bod already, huh? Kinda hot, though." Hanna smiled and returned to her seat next to Jack, taking a sip from her drink. It was difficult for Hanna to miss Freya's entrance, seeing as they spoke or met almost every week back in NYC through work. However, in that mundane although welcome sight of a familiar face, Hanna noticed some kind of reaction in Meir when the Norse Goddess entered. Despite not being a mind reader or witch of famous kind, Hanna was emotionally smart enough to see that something positive yet distressing happened in the poor boy. "What's with you, Meir? You look nervous." Hanna said and took another sip of her drink, eyes intently starting at Meir. "My former so called friends aren't coming to this, so no need to worry."} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}

In The Spirits Within / Aeon (Interest) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks

Okay, I'll let this sit for a bit more before putting up an OOC. Hopefully, we've got some lurkers here that want to see the full thing before deciding anything.

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Bump. We staying healthy? My time perception is wonky as fuck. Feels like the IC started 2 weeks ago.

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Fixed some typos and spelling shit in my post. Jesus, writing is really down the toilet after some time away.

@Sweven7
Awesome.

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HANNA WILLIAMSON


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Instances of disruption were far and few between. Perhaps that feeling was a byproduct of mental apathy associated with Hanna’s chosen profession, if one could call it that. Every day was outlandishly stuffed with disruptions to the point that all of it just dissolved into a nasty slush of goo. She barely noticed it, or not until something more robust came along. That dreaded thing—or maybe a much needed relief—of seeing old faces and habits again was creeping ever so closer. Why had she agreed to it in the first place? Not even the most prestigious historian could answer that. Hanna’s manager insisted on participation because it would positively affect her brand. The man knew his trade and the business well enough to make that distinction. Also, the fact that one of the more generous sponsors of Hanna’s online presence was presumably attending indicated that listening to the manager was a wise decision.

“Anything else?” Hanna asked. The call had gone on for a while. It was mostly a routine meeting with Paul Bateman, Hanna’s manager and PR consultant.
“There’s the Delton reunion thing next week.” Paul said.
“Shit,... I forgot about that.”
“I RSPV’d you and booked a flight to Portland. Can you drive from there?”
“Sure, and this is absolutely necessary?” Hanna muttered.
“I thought you said you wanted to go?”
“Yeah, because you said it’s good for my brand.”
“It is. Snap a few grams and do some silly dances with your old classmates for TikTok. It shows that you value those times that everyone has such bizarre nostalgia for, even if they hated it.”
“I wasn’t exactly nice to people there.”
“That doesn’t matter. You have changed and you’re nice now, even to the nerds and the weirdos. That’s the spin. It will do wonders for your metrics.”
“Mmkay,... are you sure about this?”
“Hanna, you don’t pay me the big bucks to guess and not be sure—just trust me. Besides, didn’t you and Brigham go to the same school? If she is going, then you almost have a contractual obligation to go. She puts a lot of food on your table. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you.”
Paul’s usual preaching and delegating began to show its ugly face.
“I know, I’m going.” Hanna said and hung up, like a spoiled child being scolded about the right thing to do.

That week went by fast. Hanna had managed to speak to her parents about the spectacle she had to engage with. They were elated to have her home again for a couple of nights. However, the offer came with the stern stipulation that Hanna were to be ‘friendly’, as they put it. The faults of young adulthood was a vicious bitch from which there was no escape and Hanna was deep in that vile grasp, being dragged down at every turn. Hanna sighed at the militaristic demand and just agreed. There was nothing she could say that would convince anyone of anything. She simply had to show that things were different now, to some degree. Hanna wondered: would anyone even notice let alone give her or themselves a chance to notice? All she could do was to think about it herself. After all, her own prejudices and memories of those she did remember were unaltered since that time—they were still in or out, as the old gang used to say.

The flight was uneventful. Hanna had spoken to Freya—or Brigham as Paul called her—a bit leading up to the day of the thing. Seeing as their schedules were hectic and not particularly synchronized, Hanna thought it best to simply meet there instead of traveling together. Portland was as it had always been, it seemed. Hanna had been there on more than one occasion, just as every other kid from the Delton area who wanted to party or hang out in the city. The first bump in the road came with the car rental guy. Hanna had no idea what the fuck he was on about when it came to insurance, so she had to call Paul. It turned out that there was no misunderstanding or problem—Hanna was just plain old stupid, a dumb bitch with no life experience, although nobody said it out loud. However, Hanna was not entirely unaware of this fact. When she managed to get everything in order, the drive to Delton was just as uneventful as the flight. She was not used to this kind of long range driving. Staying awake was a bit of a problem, but some music and a couple of energy drinks fixed it right up.

The first stop in Delton was her parents' house. Seeing as Hanna was an only child, it was a big deal when she came around these days. Her dad, Charles Williamson, took a chivalrous role by unpacking the car and carrying all of his daughter's luggage upstairs. Hanna had the typical chat with her mom, Hillary Williamson, about everything in NYC. There was about an hour before the actual thing at P. Johnson’s. Hanna indulged in some nostalgic things in her old room—pictures, the old diary, a couple of half broken phones that still worked somehow, and other memorabilia-sort of things. Jennifer and Madeleine were constantly on Hanna’s mind. She had not spoken with them in any meaningful way after high school, at least beyond the occasional ass licking on Instagram. Yet, there was some nostalgia there. Hanna does not deny who and what she was back then, but at least she has the capacity to be something else, unlike the other two of the old clique. She changed into a somewhat casual outfit for the event—all black, consisting of tight jeans, a top showing perhaps too much skin, and a leather jacket of some larger size that cut off by the waistline.

Hanna took the car downtown. She was not entirely aware of the time, but she arrived at P. Johnson’s somewhere between early and on time. A parking spot was not hard to find in this desolate shithole, she thought. Hanna had to take a moment in the car after powering down. There was some movement inside P. Johnson’s, which she assumed were people attending the thing, but there was no way to make out who they were. She took a few deep breaths and snapped a selfie. “Here we go” the caption read with the hashtag #highschoolreunion. Her following on Instagram had breached a million not so long ago, so getting a modest few likes within a minute was expected. She avoided looking into the place while approaching it at a fairly fast pace. Her stride was ever so catwalk-y, as you never knew who was watching. Almost barging inside, she caught the atmosphere at an awkward moment and stopped dead in her track. Jack was in middle of having a drink while Meir was standing behind her like a creep, not saying a word and caught up in fiddling with his phone. Everything sort of happened at the same time—the notification, the tagging, all of it. Hanna smirked, almost chuckling at the bizarre moment, swinging her eyes back and forth between Jack and Meir.

“You okay there, Meir?” Hanna said and allowed that chuckle to escape. Good God, she remembered his name, and hers too. How was that even possible? Especially his, seeing as Hanna had not been the nicest of persons to him. Or, rather, in her own defense, it was the other two skanks who were mean to him—but he probably did not see it that way. Hanna stepped forward in a much slower, relaxed pace and placed herself besides Jack.

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^{_{HANNA WILLIAMSON}} ^{█ act one: way down we go} ^{NYC ▸ p. johnson's} _{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}	_{Instances of disruption were far and few between. Perhaps that feeling was a byproduct of mental apathy associated with Hanna’s chosen profession, if one could call it that. Every day was outlandishly stuffed with disruptions to the point that all of it just dissolved into a nasty slush of goo. She barely noticed it, or not until something more robust came along. That dreaded thing—or maybe a much needed relief—of seeing old faces and habits again was creeping ever so closer. Why had she agreed to it in the first place? Not even the most prestigious historian could answer that. Hanna’s manager insisted on participation because it would positively affect her brand. The man knew his trade and the business well enough to make that distinction. Also, the fact that one of the more generous sponsors of Hanna’s online presence was presumably attending indicated that listening to the manager was a wise decision. “Anything else?” Hanna asked. The call had gone on for a while. It was mostly a routine meeting with Paul Bateman, Hanna’s manager and PR consultant. “There’s the Delton reunion thing next week.” Paul said. “Shit,... I forgot about that.” “I RSPV’d you and booked a flight to Portland. Can you drive from there?” “Sure, and this is absolutely necessary?” Hanna muttered. “I thought you said you wanted to go?” “Yeah, because you said it’s good for my brand.” “It is. Snap a few grams and do some silly dances with your old classmates for TikTok. It shows that you value those times that everyone has such bizarre nostalgia for, even if they hated it.” “I wasn’t exactly nice to people there.” “That doesn’t matter. You have changed and you’re nice now, even to the nerds and the weirdos. That’s the spin. It will do wonders for your metrics.” “Mmkay,... are you sure about this?” “Hanna, you don’t pay me the big bucks to guess and not be sure—just trust me. Besides, didn’t you and Brigham go to the same school? If she is going, then you almost have a contractual obligation to go. She puts a lot of food on your table. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you.” Paul’s usual preaching and delegating began to show its ugly face. “I know, I’m going.” Hanna said and hung up, like a spoiled child being scolded about the right thing to do. That week went by fast. Hanna had managed to speak to her parents about the spectacle she had to engage with. They were elated to have her home again for a couple of nights. However, the offer came with the stern stipulation that Hanna were to be ‘friendly’, as they put it. The faults of young adulthood was a vicious bitch from which there was no escape and Hanna was deep in that vile grasp, being dragged down at every turn. Hanna sighed at the militaristic demand and just agreed. There was nothing she could say that would convince anyone of anything. She simply had to show that things were different now, to some degree. Hanna wondered: would anyone even notice let alone give her or themselves a chance to notice? All she could do was to think about it herself. After all, her own prejudices and memories of those she did remember were unaltered since that time—they were still in or out, as the old gang used to say. The flight was uneventful. Hanna had spoken to Freya—or Brigham as Paul called her—a bit leading up to the day of the thing. Seeing as their schedules were hectic and not particularly synchronized, Hanna thought it best to simply meet there instead of traveling together. Portland was as it had always been, it seemed. Hanna had been there on more than one occasion, just as every other kid from the Delton area who wanted to party or hang out in the city. The first bump in the road came with the car rental guy. Hanna had no idea what the fuck he was on about when it came to insurance, so she had to call Paul. It turned out that there was no misunderstanding or problem—Hanna was just plain old stupid, a dumb bitch with no life experience, although nobody said it out loud. However, Hanna was not entirely unaware of this fact. When she managed to get everything in order, the drive to Delton was just as uneventful as the flight. She was not used to this kind of long range driving. Staying awake was a bit of a problem, but some music and a couple of energy drinks fixed it right up. The first stop in Delton was her parents' house. Seeing as Hanna was an only child, it was a big deal when she came around these days. Her dad, Charles Williamson, took a chivalrous role by unpacking the car and carrying all of his daughter's luggage upstairs. Hanna had the typical chat with her mom, Hillary Williamson, about everything in NYC. There was about an hour before the actual thing at P. Johnson’s. Hanna indulged in some nostalgic things in her old room—pictures, the old diary, a couple of half broken phones that still worked somehow, and other memorabilia-sort of things. Jennifer and Madeleine were constantly on Hanna’s mind. She had not spoken with them in any meaningful way after high school, at least beyond the occasional ass licking on Instagram. Yet, there was some nostalgia there. Hanna does not deny who and what she was back then, but at least she has the capacity to be something else, unlike the other two of the old clique. She changed into a somewhat casual outfit for the event—all black, consisting of tight jeans, a top showing perhaps too much skin, and a leather jacket of some larger size that cut off by the waistline. Hanna took the car downtown. She was not entirely aware of the time, but she arrived at P. Johnson’s somewhere between early and on time. A parking spot was not hard to find in this desolate shithole, she thought. Hanna had to take a moment in the car after powering down. There was some movement inside P. Johnson’s, which she assumed were people attending the thing, but there was no way to make out who they were. She took a few deep breaths and snapped a selfie. “Here we go” the caption read with the hashtag #highschoolreunion. Her following on Instagram had breached a million not so long ago, so getting a modest few likes within a minute was expected. She avoided looking into the place while approaching it at a fairly fast pace. Her stride was ever so catwalk-y, as you never knew who was watching. Almost barging inside, she caught the atmosphere at an awkward moment and stopped dead in her track. Jack was in middle of having a drink while Meir was standing behind her like a creep, not saying a word and caught up in fiddling with his phone. Everything sort of happened at the same time—the notification, the tagging, all of it. Hanna smirked, almost chuckling at the bizarre moment, swinging her eyes back and forth between Jack and Meir. “You okay there, Meir?” Hanna said and allowed that chuckle to escape. Good God, she remembered his name, and hers too. How was that even possible? Especially his, seeing as Hanna had not been the nicest of persons to him. Or, rather, in her own defense, it was the other two skanks who were mean to him—but he probably did not see it that way. Hanna stepped forward in a much slower, relaxed pace and placed herself besides Jack.} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}

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@Eleven
Fuck yes, they'd get a long well. I'd be down for Hanna being one of many influencer connections for the magazine, focusing on promoting the fashion through social media and events in the city. Maybe Freya's mom helped Hanna to get started and really get things going? That'd really deepen the connection between the two. So, Hanna and Freya would have something like weekly contact with each other, or at least bi-weekly if not only for business reasons.

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@OdinYeah, no, she'd be too dumb to know that.

@nodogsAlright, that sounds good to me. Are we getting some kind of character sheet extension for all these character relation notes and character 'trivia'? 

@banjoanjo
Indeed, the hypocrisy is immense. I think I'll try some kind of mini-redemption arc for the Hanna/Sara interaction, going back to that specific issue.

WILLIAM@Gisk
I think I'll just have Hanna to have been a casual 'fan' of William's. Digging his vibe, style, looks, repost his stuff on social media—all that shit. This doesn't necessarily have to involve a personal interaction, though. Maybe this is something?

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jack probably wouldn't have minded talking to hanna during classes (especially the boring ones) but would've withheld some judgement about the company she kept. maybe after the house party jack was more noticeably absent from their conversations, being secretive about her own sexuality at the time and not wanting the association. whenever hanna was with her friends jack would've probably avoided her.@nodogs

Ah, so after the incident where Hanna cheated on her boyfriend with a chick, Jack became paranoid about association by proxy. I get it, that's good. Would Hanna know about Jack's sexuality somehow, even if just suspecting?

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To get the character relations thing started, I've gone through everyone's sheets to see if there's something to pick up on. Feel free to just turn these down—they're just initial ideas to break the ice. If you have something completely different in mind for my character, I'm all ears.

LUCAS@Mao Mao
I'm thinking that Hanna's boyfriend at the time, Jonathan Robson, "leaked" the dating profile. His typical jock buddies probably had a field day with that. Hanna would've had some kind of issue with Jonathan doing it, but never said anything. It would definitely be something she remembers.

CONNOR@Sweven7
Well, the jock-sports type was the primary dating target of the 'mean girls', so perhaps there is a connection here unless I've completely misunderstood Connor as a character. If the connection wasn't directly with Hanna, then maybe through her boyfriend at the time, who would've been part of that crowd and sports types.

FREYA@Eleven
Hanna definitely knows of Freya, somehow. Perhaps even after Delton? Seeing as both of them live in NY. I don't know where to start the connection, though. There is quite a few strings to use here, especially this one "Although she often hung around her elitist clique...". I'm thinking Hanna and her buddies belong to that title.

BENJAMIN@Odin
Ben probably flew under Hanna's radar, yes? Unless you want a specific connection with her.

MEIR@Salsa Verde
I'm thinking that Meir was a target to Hanna's buddies. It seems pretty evident. But, Hanna was definitely the most passive of them, so she probably didn't bully Meir directly, but she didn't stop it either.

GENESIS@fledermaus
Genny and Hanna probably know each other through house parties. It seems like the most likely places that they've sort of met, or rather Hanna taking note of Genny's partying habits. That vodka barf on the quarterback would've put her on Hanna's radar for sure—as a fun thing, though.

JENNA@davefromdiscord
Maybe that bitch Jenna messed up was one of Hanna's buddies? Jennifer Elkmann or Madeleine Otten, the 'mean girls'. That baiting tactic they used on Jenna sounds like something one of these two would do. Anyway, this might be something, if you're up for it.

SARA@banjoanjo
Sara was probably a target to Hanna's buddies. Bathroom encounters? Hanna would probably have picked up on the dyke rumor and attacked it, being quite insecure about her own sexuality at the time.

JACK@nodogs
My creative juice ran out. Help me out here. Hanna would've been pretty apathetic herself, so maybe her and Jack rolled their eyes out at the same shit in class or student gatherings?

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   ▼   PERSONAL DETAILS
► Age - Twenty-five
► Gender - Female
► Sexuality - Bisexual
► Nickname - -
► Occupation - Influencer.
► Qualifications - -
► Residence - NYC, New York

   ▼   PHYSICALITY
► Scars - -
► Tattoos - -
► Piercings - Ears.
► Style - Hanna wears all sorts of fashion because of her work, mostly for sponsorships and promotion. Privately, however, the general rule is tight for legs, loose up top, and sneakers. 


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Being stuck in fucking nowhere for years was absolute torture for Hanna. Bizarrely obsessed with appearance, social status, and doing normal things, her focus was always anywhere besides academics. Even if being able to grasp what she had to learn, Hanna cheated more than once out of unadulterated laziness or for the sake of making some thirsty boy do her bidding. She was a member of the 'mean girls' after all. While their influence reached quite far, they were not overtly nasty to other students. Even if some kind of bullying did occur, it was mostly online and towards other girls that had either actively or passively offended the group. The term 'offended' is used extremely loosely here. It could entail just wearing the wrong shirt to school or having an absolutely pathetic follower count on Instagram.

Hanna was not the worst of the bunch. There were two others in their little circle that could be considered 'mean' in that subtle, psychological way--Jennifer Elkmann and Madeleine Otten. They were definitely more overt and outspoken. Hanna was more of the silent, resting bitch-face staredown that even made the teachers uncomfortable. However, Hanna did converse with people in her classes whenever the other two were not around. She was a bit of a 'bridge' between the sociopath Queens of the school and the regular or even rejected crowd. Hanna was most likely some manner of Neutral Evil, if one would have used nerd terms. However, this tale was slightly different online. Hanna was no stranger to shit on people that did not deserve to exist on social media, specifically Instagram. It was an unhealthy obsession, which eventually turn into a lucrative business.

Contrary to popular belief, Hanna only went through two relationships during the time at Ritman. The first, and most extensive, was with one of the school athletes named Jonathan Robson. A year later, during one of many house parties, Hanna cheated on Jonathan with one of the cheerleaders, Alison Helliwell. The outcome was a spectacular scene and intense drama at the party, as well as several days at school. Being who he was at heart, Jonathan tried to get them to agree to a threesome rather than being hurt or mad. This did not go down well with Hanna, and any and all relationships promptly ended. Whenever this kind of thing happened among the 'mean girls', it became the town gossip for weeks, especially in the teacher lounge.
PSYCHE
The toxic attitude surrounding the 'mean girls' thing faded after graduating from Ritman. The attitude has always been there and will be there in the future to some degree, but there is no longer a Jennifer and Madeleine to fuel the fire. Hanna put all of her effort and time into the social media presence, which eventually took a good turn about a year after high school. The follower count skyrocketed, the sponsorships rolled in, and one complicated social environment was traded for another. The 'influencer' world was not unlike what Hanna had experienced in high school. It was just larger in scale, not to mention the fashion and modeling world that came creeping ever so closer. 

Hanna would not consider herself spiteful, just uninterested. If she had to analyze it, which she is definitely capable of, the conclusion would most likely land in Hanna being unfulfilled or shallow. The social media thing has taken a toll on her, mentally and physically. The realization that she engages with a hostile industry that feels no remorse when taking advantage of people or abusing them has surely made Hanna more humble. She has secretly wished for a change in environment and social circle. The people that Hanna naturally attracts are often unhealthy company. They are obsessive-compulsive narcissists that take joy in character assassinations and degenerate indulgences. However, the influencer business is like any other addiction. It is difficult to get out of it even if you want to. Hanna needs an excuse, any kind of excuse, to close it all down or at least reduce the amount of clout chasing she does herself and is subjected to.

Time after Ritman has made Hanna more verbal. She is quite well spoken, but there is still a clear hint of the old resting bitch-face thing where she does not say anything. Her lack of verbal filter online has spilled into the real world. She can, at times, when pressured, say things that can leave a bad taste in people's mouths. It is not always intentional, though. The real and online worlds sort of bleed together, as if Hanna was constantly on a bad trip from shitty drugs. There is a bit of derealization and depersonalization going on with her, as a result of constant dopamine drowning and presence of people that are horrific caricatures of themselves.
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POWER
Hanna can manipulate health to varying degrees. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely preventing recovery at all. At some stage, Hanna is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Hanna has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability.

Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Hanna. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as contact with Hanna is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Hanna has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Hanna herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regards to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Hanna cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements.

This ability might just be the tipping point that Hanna needed to fully change for the better. It is a way out of previously destructive behavior, especially unwillingness to change. This ability gives her a much needed excuse. She can always hide behind a statement such as "this healing thing sort of requires me to be nice", even if she would genuinely want to deep inside.
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   ▼   STRENGTHS
► Immunity to sickness, poison, and parasites.

   ▼   WEAKNESSES
►For serious wounds or advanced diseases, Hanna must eventually sacrifice her own well-being as a health transfer. This will show itself as fatigue, fever, and other common symptoms of a general cold or influenza.
► Radiation and other advanced hazards cannot be healed. 
► This ability cannot de-age or revive someone from the dead.
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_{▼ PERSONAL DETAILS} _{► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Female ► Sexuality - Bisexual ► Nickname - - ► Occupation - Influencer. ► Qualifications - - ► Residence - NYC, New York} ^{▼ PHYSICALITY} ^{► Scars - - ► Tattoos - - ► Piercings - Ears. ► Style - Hanna wears all sorts of fashion because of her work, mostly for sponsorships and promotion. Privately, however, the general rule is tight for legs, loose up top, and sneakers.} _{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}	^{_{LIFE AT RITMAN}} _{Being stuck in fucking nowhere for years was absolute torture for Hanna. Bizarrely obsessed with appearance, social status, and doing normal things, her focus was always anywhere besides academics. Even if being able to grasp what she had to learn, Hanna cheated more than once out of unadulterated laziness or for the sake of making some thirsty boy do her bidding. She was a member of the 'mean girls' after all. While their influence reached quite far, they were not overtly nasty to other students. Even if some kind of bullying did occur, it was mostly online and towards other girls that had either actively or passively offended the group. The term 'offended' is used extremely loosely here. It could entail just wearing the wrong shirt to school or having an absolutely pathetic follower count on Instagram. Hanna was not the worst of the bunch. There were two others in their little circle that could be considered 'mean' in that subtle, psychological way--Jennifer Elkmann and Madeleine Otten. They were definitely more overt and outspoken. Hanna was more of the silent, resting bitch-face staredown that even made the teachers uncomfortable. However, Hanna did converse with people in her classes whenever the other two were not around. She was a bit of a 'bridge' between the sociopath Queens of the school and the regular or even rejected crowd. Hanna was most likely some manner of Neutral Evil, if one would have used nerd terms. However, this tale was slightly different online. Hanna was no stranger to shit on people that did not deserve to exist on social media, specifically Instagram. It was an unhealthy obsession, which eventually turn into a lucrative business. Contrary to popular belief, Hanna only went through two relationships during the time at Ritman. The first, and most extensive, was with one of the school athletes named Jonathan Robson. A year later, during one of many house parties, Hanna cheated on Jonathan with one of the cheerleaders, Alison Helliwell. The outcome was a spectacular scene and intense drama at the party, as well as several days at school. Being who he was at heart, Jonathan tried to get them to agree to a threesome rather than being hurt or mad. This did not go down well with Hanna, and any and all relationships promptly ended. Whenever this kind of thing happened among the 'mean girls', it became the town gossip for weeks, especially in the teacher lounge.} ^_PSYCHE _{The toxic attitude surrounding the 'mean girls' thing faded after graduating from Ritman. The attitude has always been there and will be there in the future to some degree, but there is no longer a Jennifer and Madeleine to fuel the fire. Hanna put all of her effort and time into the social media presence, which eventually took a good turn about a year after high school. The follower count skyrocketed, the sponsorships rolled in, and one complicated social environment was traded for another. The 'influencer' world was not unlike what Hanna had experienced in high school. It was just larger in scale, not to mention the fashion and modeling world that came creeping ever so closer. Hanna would not consider herself spiteful, just uninterested. If she had to analyze it, which she is definitely capable of, the conclusion would most likely land in Hanna being unfulfilled or shallow. The social media thing has taken a toll on her, mentally and physically. The realization that she engages with a hostile industry that feels no remorse when taking advantage of people or abusing them has surely made Hanna more humble. She has secretly wished for a change in environment and social circle. The people that Hanna naturally attracts are often unhealthy company. They are obsessive-compulsive narcissists that take joy in character assassinations and degenerate indulgences. However, the influencer business is like any other addiction. It is difficult to get out of it even if you want to. Hanna needs an excuse, any kind of excuse, to close it all down or at least reduce the amount of clout chasing she does herself and is subjected to. Time after Ritman has made Hanna more verbal. She is quite well spoken, but there is still a clear hint of the old resting bitch-face thing where she does not say anything. Her lack of verbal filter online has spilled into the real world. She can, at times, when pressured, say things that can leave a bad taste in people's mouths. It is not always intentional, though. The real and online worlds sort of bleed together, as if Hanna was constantly on a bad trip from shitty drugs. There is a bit of derealization and depersonalization going on with her, as a result of constant dopamine drowning and presence of people that are horrific caricatures of themselves.} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}


^_POWER _{Hanna can manipulate health to varying degrees. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely preventing recovery at all. At some stage, Hanna is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Hanna has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability. Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Hanna. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as contact with Hanna is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Hanna has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Hanna herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regards to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Hanna cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements. This ability might just be the tipping point that Hanna needed to fully change for the better. It is a way out of previously destructive behavior, especially unwillingness to change. This ability gives her a much needed excuse. She can always hide behind a statement such as "this healing thing sort of requires me to be nice", even if she would genuinely want to deep inside.} ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	- _{▼ STRENGTHS} _{► Immunity to sickness, poison, and parasites.} ^{▼ WEAKNESSES} ^{►For serious wounds or advanced diseases, Hanna must eventually sacrifice her own well-being as a health transfer. This will show itself as fatigue, fever, and other common symptoms of a general cold or influenza. ► Radiation and other advanced hazards cannot be healed. ► This ability cannot de-age or revive someone from the dead.} ^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}

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