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Post by Hanna Rand on Feb 11, 2014 19:55:03 GMT -6
HANNA ALICE RAND
19//FEMALE//UNDECIDED//SHIFTER//STUDENT//SAOIRSE RONAN
POWER INFO:
It's hard to decide what to be in life. To be a doctor, a lawyer, a fabricator, or a chef. It makes it even harder when your body can't decide what it prefers to be. With the fact that she is an awkward young adult, who seems to trip over her own two feet as often as she breathes, Hanna tends to loose a bit of control rather easily. It could be simple as painful fangs appearing, or her eyes slitting into a cat like appearance, or her hair -literally- standing up on end. Her shifting abilities have not quite settled into what they truly want to change into, and have been known to give her skin scales or feathers, her hair short and soft, or wired like a donkey.
Hanna's shifting abilities are starting to slow down as she gets out of the ever dreaded teenage years, but her control is still leaving very much to be desired. The major downfall, while she is often able to handle the strange changes of her body, is the changing of her mind. Her shifting is not just physical, but psychological as well, and the normal 'timid as a mouse' girl, could end up fighting tooth and nail just to get out of a corner she is backed into.
LIMITATIONS:
- Hanna's underdeveloped powers have it so she has yet to fully shift into any specific form of an animal. When or IF she is ever able to fully change into one specific form, she will not be able to shift for at least a week, her body unable to cope with the extent of energy it has used, and often ends up sick afterwards.
- Shifting for Hanna is incredibly painful, if any bones or cartilage in involved. Feeling as though her body is being torn or compressed, she is usually left disorientated, and unable to focus on the world around her.
- The energy that it takes to shift, or at times, when she shifts without meaning to, takes up a lot of her strength. To be able to even maintain the energy to function each day, Hanna must eat the amount of two grown men.
- If Hanna holds off any changing for to long, she tends to grow anxious, and off temper. This is when the psychological aspects can often come out, and she tends to loose touch with those around her even more.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: If you were passing Hanna in the street, you wouldn't look twice. At five foot six inches, her pale face is one you tend to forget. With mouse brown hair, that is usually looking as though she forgot to brush it that morning, it reaches just past her shoulders. As for her figure, she was never the 'thin and willowy' that so many girls tried to get to. Hanna was a healthy weight, and had the curves to show for it. Though one would never suspect if they ever got past her eyes. Pale blue with a shocking white ring around the pupil, reaching out through the iris, they were the only thing that seemed memorable.
MUST HAVE APPAREL: A thick worn coat, made out of red wool, was baggy enough that it often hid what was going on underneath the surface. You will never catch Hanna in a skirt of any kind, or any fancy yoga pants. In fact, her preference was second hand store jeans and t-shirts. Much less emotional heartache if something goes wrong with her shifting and something ends up torn. Everything that she wears is modest, and would never be caught in anything as revealing as even flood pants. Though she refuses to wear dresses anymore, and prefers to wear 'men's clothes' it is simply because of ease, her guilt runs deep whenever she makes the decision not to wear the dress she once wore in the compound.
PERSONALITY: Hanna doesn't like being the center of attention. In fact, she will go out of her way to be out of the spotlight. Shy and unsure of herself, it is a far cry from when she shifts into a more violent animal. She will do anything to keep other's happy and safe, even if it is at the price of her own safety or happiness. Mind you, she isn't a complete push over, but it takes a lot to get her worked up. Diligent and hard working in school work, she is anything but when it comes to trying to control her powers, to worried that something would go wrong before anything would go right with them.
Everything is black and white to Hanna, having spent most of her life growing up in a dictatorship society. It's either good or evil, there was no in between. Growing up in an Amish compound, she wasn't even lucky enough to have the nice sweet Amish that raised her. No, she had been born into those that married off their children young, and often to someone who was much older and already had several wives. She was raised to be sweet and hard working. Fearing God and always obeying the words of her father or the Prophet, Hanna blindly agreed with all that was said, even when her father said she would have to leave, and that he was ashamed that the spawn of the devil had been born into his family.
EXTRA QUIRK: Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. Have a nervous quirk? Hanna has a habit of tapping or scratching at any surface she can get her hands onto, when she is nervous. Usually, it is a sign that something is going to let loose. Whether it is her urge to run, or her powers about to lash out, it is her tell tale sign.
MUST HAVE APPAREL: A thick worn coat, made out of red wool, was baggy enough that it often hid what was going on underneath the surface. You will never catch Hanna in a skirt of any kind, or any fancy yoga pants. In fact, her preference was second hand store jeans and t-shirts. Much less emotional heartache if something goes wrong with her shifting and something ends up torn. Everything that she wears is modest, and would never be caught in anything as revealing as even flood pants. Though she refuses to wear dresses anymore, and prefers to wear 'men's clothes' it is simply because of ease, her guilt runs deep whenever she makes the decision not to wear the dress she once wore in the compound.
PERSONALITY: Hanna doesn't like being the center of attention. In fact, she will go out of her way to be out of the spotlight. Shy and unsure of herself, it is a far cry from when she shifts into a more violent animal. She will do anything to keep other's happy and safe, even if it is at the price of her own safety or happiness. Mind you, she isn't a complete push over, but it takes a lot to get her worked up. Diligent and hard working in school work, she is anything but when it comes to trying to control her powers, to worried that something would go wrong before anything would go right with them.
Everything is black and white to Hanna, having spent most of her life growing up in a dictatorship society. It's either good or evil, there was no in between. Growing up in an Amish compound, she wasn't even lucky enough to have the nice sweet Amish that raised her. No, she had been born into those that married off their children young, and often to someone who was much older and already had several wives. She was raised to be sweet and hard working. Fearing God and always obeying the words of her father or the Prophet, Hanna blindly agreed with all that was said, even when her father said she would have to leave, and that he was ashamed that the spawn of the devil had been born into his family.
EXTRA QUIRK: Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. Have a nervous quirk? Hanna has a habit of tapping or scratching at any surface she can get her hands onto, when she is nervous. Usually, it is a sign that something is going to let loose. Whether it is her urge to run, or her powers about to lash out, it is her tell tale sign.
FATHER: James Rand - Human, Alive, Estranged
MOTHER: Christine Rand nee Jacobson - Human, Alive, Estranged, The controller of the family
BROTHER: Mikael Rand (younger) - Trying to stay in touch with, but difficult to with her mother intersecting her connection to him. Unknown if a mutant or not.
OTHER SIGNIFICANT: Hanna is the oldest child of her father's first wife, and from when she left the compound, she had six other 'Mother's', and through them twenty-seven half siblings. Though Hanna helped raise them as she was the oldest, as soon as she started to exhibit her 'gifts' they no longer spoke to her, or even acknowledged she existed, so once the pain of the shunning sank in deeply enough, she made no effort to contact any of her half siblings, ranging from just a few months old to eighteen.
MOTHER: Christine Rand nee Jacobson - Human, Alive, Estranged, The controller of the family
BROTHER: Mikael Rand (younger) - Trying to stay in touch with, but difficult to with her mother intersecting her connection to him. Unknown if a mutant or not.
OTHER SIGNIFICANT: Hanna is the oldest child of her father's first wife, and from when she left the compound, she had six other 'Mother's', and through them twenty-seven half siblings. Though Hanna helped raise them as she was the oldest, as soon as she started to exhibit her 'gifts' they no longer spoke to her, or even acknowledged she existed, so once the pain of the shunning sank in deeply enough, she made no effort to contact any of her half siblings, ranging from just a few months old to eighteen.
Life is simple, when you are growing up without the distractions of the world around you. As the oldest child to a family living in the Fundamental Church of Latter Day Saints (or FLDS for short), summers were spent doing chores around the compound. Mornings were spent learning letters and numbers, and the afternoons were spent learning how to bake, and clean, and sew. Everything she would ever need to learn in life, to take care of her future husband, and raise her children. Like most children brought up in the cult like setting, Hanna was happy. She knew nothing else, and didn't desire to. Sundays were the Lord's Day, and it was on a Sunday in fact that her brother was born. If it had been a Saturday or even a Monday, it wouldn't have been difficult to get the doctor. He would have been there much sooner, yet the buggy had not been hooked up to the mare, and Hanna had counted over and over until he had arrived. By the time he did, Mikael had been born, and her mother was not doing well.
It changed the family since then, and it was said soon afterwards that her mother could bear no more children. So her father took a second wife, and then her mother had led a life of quiet contempt for that she was no longer the soul wife for her father.
As Hanna grew, more and more children came into the home through her fathers various wives. She soon had to give up her child like ways, and help take care of the younger ones. By then she knew to be a good God fearing girl, until her fourteenth birthday, when the Prophet would decide to home she would be married. It was less then a week before her birthday, that the government came for the Prophet, and vans for the women and children. They arrested him, and for many weeks they were forced to be apart from the men, living in a school gymnasium. However, after the trial, they were allowed to return home, but no one spoke of what had happened while they were gone. The community slipped back into its normal routine. Take care of the land and each other. With one major difference. There were no marriages, because the Prophet was not there to tell who should marry who.
That was Hanna's first 'evil' thought, as she had categorized them. She had been grateful that she would not be married off, because what happened between a man and a woman wasn't discussed, and frankly it terrified her. It wasn't until the late bloomer turned seventeen that she even started to develop. While a few if her younger sisters were already catching the eyes of the boys, Hanna discovered that there was now a wayward glance or two slid her way. Trying to remain as she had been raised, it was when she was eighteen that strange things began to happen. Her teeth grew sharper, then dulled again. If there was a noise in the night, she would feel pain of her ears twisting to listen. It wasn't until she was hiding in the barn, in fear of being discovered, clenching a tail that had grown from her backside, that Hanna knew. She would be considered from the devil, just as they often said would happen to an unwed woman.
Once it was discovered by her father, her unnatural abilities, she was forced from the FLDS, and she eventually ended up in Montana, after running into a recruiter. Of course, she didn't want to learn to 'develop' her powers, as they offered, but simply to control them, to avoid the embarrassing changes she unwillingly went through.
It changed the family since then, and it was said soon afterwards that her mother could bear no more children. So her father took a second wife, and then her mother had led a life of quiet contempt for that she was no longer the soul wife for her father.
As Hanna grew, more and more children came into the home through her fathers various wives. She soon had to give up her child like ways, and help take care of the younger ones. By then she knew to be a good God fearing girl, until her fourteenth birthday, when the Prophet would decide to home she would be married. It was less then a week before her birthday, that the government came for the Prophet, and vans for the women and children. They arrested him, and for many weeks they were forced to be apart from the men, living in a school gymnasium. However, after the trial, they were allowed to return home, but no one spoke of what had happened while they were gone. The community slipped back into its normal routine. Take care of the land and each other. With one major difference. There were no marriages, because the Prophet was not there to tell who should marry who.
That was Hanna's first 'evil' thought, as she had categorized them. She had been grateful that she would not be married off, because what happened between a man and a woman wasn't discussed, and frankly it terrified her. It wasn't until the late bloomer turned seventeen that she even started to develop. While a few if her younger sisters were already catching the eyes of the boys, Hanna discovered that there was now a wayward glance or two slid her way. Trying to remain as she had been raised, it was when she was eighteen that strange things began to happen. Her teeth grew sharper, then dulled again. If there was a noise in the night, she would feel pain of her ears twisting to listen. It wasn't until she was hiding in the barn, in fear of being discovered, clenching a tail that had grown from her backside, that Hanna knew. She would be considered from the devil, just as they often said would happen to an unwed woman.
Once it was discovered by her father, her unnatural abilities, she was forced from the FLDS, and she eventually ended up in Montana, after running into a recruiter. Of course, she didn't want to learn to 'develop' her powers, as they offered, but simply to control them, to avoid the embarrassing changes she unwillingly went through.
SAMPLE: You're never alone... The thoughts echoed as Hanna swallowed the lump in her throat, scratching at her thigh that was covered in scales. Hiding in the privy, she glanced up, hearing a door close somewhere in the house. That was rare.... There were no doorknobs on the doors in the house, except for the front door. In fact, the bedrooms had no doors at all. The only room that had it's own door was the bathroom, which she was currently hiding in. But bending down, her eyes searched through the hole where the doorknob once was, and caught sight of her father's white linen shirt, and black suspenders. His hat was off, and was smiling at his newest wife. She was the last one to marry before the Prophet went to jail, and was only two months older then Hanna herself. Lowering her eyes, she knew she shouldn't be having the thoughts of thanks that there were not to be any marriages until the Prophet gave word. It had saved her from being sent to be married to a man that would be old enough to be her father, or grandfather.
Looking down at the scales on her thigh, she scratched at them harder, her heart beating hard. She felt as though she would faint, tears prickling her eyes. This was not right. It had been happening more and more, and she couldn't explain. Days ago, strangers had come to the compound, but they had been turned back before they got very far. Rumor was they were looking for what they called a 'Gifted' individual. Hanna knew the truth... Anyone gifted in their eyes was devil spawn. And as she pushed her petticoat down to her ankles, and her dust blue dress to follow over top, she knew it was her. She was the devil spawn. The red scales across her thighs had said so. Looking back up, her heart sank, and the world spun out from around her. Peering back at her, was her father's eye in the hole. He had seen. He knew. Stumbling backwards as the door opened, she knew as well. Everything was different now.
USERNAME: Lineage
AGE GROUP: 24
EXPERIENCE: 14 years
Looking down at the scales on her thigh, she scratched at them harder, her heart beating hard. She felt as though she would faint, tears prickling her eyes. This was not right. It had been happening more and more, and she couldn't explain. Days ago, strangers had come to the compound, but they had been turned back before they got very far. Rumor was they were looking for what they called a 'Gifted' individual. Hanna knew the truth... Anyone gifted in their eyes was devil spawn. And as she pushed her petticoat down to her ankles, and her dust blue dress to follow over top, she knew it was her. She was the devil spawn. The red scales across her thighs had said so. Looking back up, her heart sank, and the world spun out from around her. Peering back at her, was her father's eye in the hole. He had seen. He knew. Stumbling backwards as the door opened, she knew as well. Everything was different now.
USERNAME: Lineage
AGE GROUP: 24
EXPERIENCE: 14 years
